InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Purity 3: Forever ❯ Splintering the Sun ( Chapter 41 )

~~Chapter 41~~

~Splintering the Sun~

 

“Well, well, so you came after all. Stupid puppy. Now you'll die.”

 

Ryomaru shook off the traces of exhaustion that threatened. “Nezumi!”

 

She started to dash toward him only to be intercepted by a horde of youkai. Ryomaru unleashed a savage growl and lurched forward. InuYasha caught his arm. “Don't be stupid, pup! That's what they want.”

 

He knew his father was right. He knew that InuYasha was speaking not only as his father but as the sensei who had taught him everything he knew. It didn't help the feeling that Nezumi needed him now, didn't take away the gnawing pain that came with the understanding that he had failed her again.

 

“Get your fucking hands off her!” he snarled, tightening his grip on Ryoteishuseishu.

 

“What'll you do, puppy? You've been weakened from the ritual . . . and there are a lot of youkai who want your blood.”

 

Ryomaru narrowed his gaze on the leader. “I know you. You're Tanak Akinoka . . .”

 

Akinoka smiled mockingly. “I'm honored that you remember. It was . . . five years ago, wasn't it? The day you killed my father.”

 

“Your father killed three humans---used his youkai strength to force people to do his dirty work. He had to be taken down.”

 

“And you were his judge and jury? You knew nothing except what your uncle told you yet you chose to follow his word---his law, didn't you?” the leopard-youkai snapped.

 

“My word is law.”

 

Ryomaru glanced over his shoulder as Sesshoumaru stepped out of the shadows of the hallway with Toga and Kichiro. InuYasha stopped beside Ryomaru, hand resting on Tetsusaiga's hilt.

 

“Can't fight your own battles, Ryomaru?” Akinoka taunted.

 

“Can't you?” he countered, nodding once at the surrounding youkai.

 

“As long as they have Nezumi, they have the upper hand,” InuYasha muttered under his breath. “Damn them . . .”

 

“Let her go,” Ryomaru growled, restraining the need to run to her, to try to reach her. His youkai blood was weak but still demanding. He needed to get to her before it was too late. “Your grudge is against me. She ain't got a damn thing to do with it.”

 

Akinoka's derisive laugher echoed in Ryomaru's head. “You think I'm stupid enough to give her up? Absolutely not. This is my game, Izayoi. You'll play by my rules . . . or your mate will pay for your mistakes.”

 

In answer to the threat, the wolf-youkai holding Nezumi tightened his arm. She yelped in the silence. Moments later, the scent of fresh blood---Nezumi's blood---infiltrated Ryomaru's senses, and he cracked his knuckles as outrage welled up, swelled larger, burned hotter. It wasn't much blood, but it was enough. The youkai had dared to break Nezumi's skin, and for that, he would die.

 

Ryomaru growled as a he gritted his teeth. “What do you want?”

 

A neko-youkai pushed through the crowd and stepped forward. “I'll kill you,” he spat, raising a spindly finger to point at Ryomaru's chest.

 

Ryomaru slowly stalked toward him, understanding the situation completely. They meant to challenge him, one after another. It wasn't infeasible that he'd hunted their family members. Too bad he didn't plan on dying for them. The only one he was concerned about was the wolf-youkai who still had his arm around Nezumi's waist, still had his claws dug into her side. For that stupid mistake, the youkai would pay, and pay dearly. As far as Ryomaru was concerned, he was as good as dead . . .

 

The neko-youkai loosened a wail. The straining sound grated on Ryomaru's nerves. Absolute rage flashed in the youkai's gaze. Ryomaru recognized him. He had to be related to the youkai in the alley---the ones who had raped and murdered the human woman. To avenge the deaths of those miserable bastards? Ryomaru snorted and shifted his stance.

 

The cat sprang at him, claws extended. His fury made him careless. Ryomaru spun out of reach of the razor-sharp claws, whipping around in a circle as he brought down his sword.

 

With a howl of pain, the youkai stumbled, careening around as he gripped his torn arm. “You bastard!” the neko-youkai screeched, his voice an angry caterwaul, his glower full of hate and bitterness.

 

Ryomaru circled around him, unwilling to leave his back exposed to the surging crowd since he didn't trust them to be fair. The cat lurched toward him, eyes flashing from green to crimson with the beat of his heart. Too close to losing control, the youkai teetered on the brink between reckless and stupid. His cry shifted into a more guttural wail as he wiped a dribble of spit from his chin.

 

“Stupid enough to die like your kin?” Ryomaru taunted as the youkai prowled closer.

 

“Shut up, dog! You'll be the one to die today!”

 

“I might die today,” Ryomaru countered, “but never by the likes of you!” He cleaved a wide arc with the sword. The tearing of flesh mingled with the outraged bellow, and the youkai exploded in a wave of wind, a cloud of black dust.

 

He heard the din of outrage that rippled through the crowd. He didn't dare look for Nezumi. The need to protect her warred with the dreaded feeling that, in a single moment, he'd showed her the darkest aspect of his nature: the hunter who didn't mind spilling the blood of renegade youkai. He wasn't sure what he would see in her expression, in her eyes. Maybe he'd become the monster she feared, but for now he had to concentrate on getting them both out of here alive . . .

 

 

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`Damn it all to hell,' InuYasha thought as he clenched his fist, unable to do anything but watch as Ryomaru faced down the next youkai. He wanted to charge in, to intervene. Ryomaru wasn't in any condition to fight. Still weak and impaired from the marking ritual, he wasn't completely recovered. He was holding his ground and fighting well, but InuYasha could discern the momentary hesitation, the slight sluggishness in his every move.

 

Memories came at him, a thousand thoughts that combined into a vivid loop of Ryomaru's life. Every lesson InuYasha had ever given his sons came back to him. Reduced to the role of unwitting observer, he couldn't help but ask himself if he had taught Ryomaru enough, if he had stressed the things that his son needed to know. Ryomaru was strong, and he was a fighter, but how much fight did he really have left?

 

Ryomaru sprang back, somersaulting out of the way as the falcon-youkai unleashed a hazy orange energy ball. The pup might be weary and weak, but he was still able to fend off the attacks of a pitifully weak youkai, and in InuYasha's estimation, it wouldn't take his son long to dispose of the menace. It might well be Ryomaru's fight, but when they'd waylaid his son in an alley after they knew that he was weakened, they made it personal, as far as InuYasha was concerned. He'd stand back and let his son fight, but if they tried to tip the scale, InuYasha would be all over it. `The only ones dying today will be those bastards . . .'

 

Grimacing as Ryomaru barely avoided the flashing talon-like claws of a falcon-youkai, InuYasha reached for Tetsusaiga's hilt. If he could figure out a way to get Nezumi out of the youkai's grasp, he'd teach them all about the vengeance of the father . . .

 

 

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“Father, there has to be something we can do,” Toga muttered as he leaned toward Sesshoumaru without taking his eyes off the combatants.

 

“Patience, Toga. The others are growing restless.”

 

Following the direction of his father's gaze, Toga shook his head. True enough; the assembly was slowly moving toward Ryomaru and his opposition. Nezumi was near the front, standing between two panther-youkai with a wolf-youkai behind her, who had let go of her to get a better look at the fight. Nezumi was trying not to watch the fight but every time Ryomaru uttered a sound, she couldn't help but look. Her face was pale and drawn, and Toga had to wonder just what she was thinking.

 

He'd sparred with Ryomaru often enough. He knew his cousin's fighting style as well as he knew his own. Ryomaru wasn't battling with his normal candor, but he was holding his own, and that was all that mattered. As badass as Ryomaru might be, in his weakened state he was slow, sluggish, barely able to avoid the attacks. Toga couldn't help but grit his teeth and feel completely useless as he was reduced to the role of silent observer. The ingrained creed of the inu-youkai was strong, and the need to protect his family, his own, was an impossible thing to ignore.

 

`Come on, Ryo . . . Don't be stupid and don't be flashy . . . Just do it . . .'

 

 

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`He's weakening fast.'

 

Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth together as Ryomaru hopped back. The youkai surged toward him, and again Ryomaru managed to escape. Leaping into the air as he drew Ryoteishuseishu over his head, Ryomaru grunted as he swung the sword, bearing down on the youkai with unmasked fury. The sword impaled the falcon-youkai, the crunch of bones grinding together. It echoed through the cavernous dark, and with an outraged shriek---thick and gurgling---the youkai exploded as another charged forward to take the slain falcon's place.

 

Even in anger, Ryomaru remained controlled. Despite his fatigue, he managed to fight. This was the reason that he excelled as a hunter. Ryomaru didn't know the meaning of `surrender', and his mother's miko blood repressed the call of the youkai. Ryomaru couldn't transform, as InuYasha had before. The power of the miko, the tempering calm, was a curious mix with the youkai blood, and not for the first time, Sesshoumaru had to wonder just how powerful InuYasha's sons could be. Sesshoumaru's gaze narrowed as he turned his head to intercept Akinoka's glower. The leader of the renegades was not impressed with the pathetic showing of skills. Ordinarily Sesshoumaru wouldn't have worried. Ryomaru, like his father, would survive.

 

Troubling him most was how they had known. So far as he knew, no one had known about the marking ritual. He'd spoken of it with Toga . . .

 

Amber eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he knew. The secretary . . . she had been in and out of the office, and whether by accident or design, she had let it slip. The consequences of her carelessness had yet to be determined, but in his mind, there was no forgiveness for a trespass such as this. Treason among youkai was an ugly thing. Dealing with that treason . . . `I'll take care of that.'

 

The law of the tai-youkai was unrelenting. There were no such things as second chances. He could feel Akinoka's animosity. There would be no mercy, not in this. The renegade youkai thought to take the law from his hands, and Sesshoumaru would be damned before he would allow that to happen. He could see in Akinoka's eyes: the youkai thought he could take over, and he meant to kill them all to do it.

 

A cynical smile twitched Sesshoumaru's lips as he deliberately looked away from Akinoka. The arrogant fool would learn all too quickly, the price to be paid for his misplaced beliefs would be his life because none of them were willing to die. Daring to touch the mate of any hunter was foolish, but daring to touch the mate of the Inu no Taisho's nephew was just plain stupid.

 

It was decided, in Sesshoumaru's opinion. The only ones to walk out of here would be the ones who had come to rescue Nezumi; the inu-youkai and hanyous, and woe betide the fool who thought to injure one of Sesshoumaru's own. Every last one of the miscreants had signed death warrants, as far as he was concerned . . .

 

 

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`Hell,' Kichiro berated himself as he watched the ongoing battle. `This is my fault; damned if it isn't . . . I knew Ryomaru was weak. I knew that the threats were real. I should have kept him at the clinic . . . I should have driven them to Mother and the old man's house, myself. They'd have been safe. They'd have been protected. This wouldn't have happened. How could I be so fucking stupid? Damn!'

 

“It ain't your fault, so don't even think it,” InuYasha growled beside him. Kichiro shot his father a quick glance. He wasn't looking at Kichiro, but somehow he'd known what his son had been thinking.

 

“The hell it isn't,” Kichiro retorted, his stance mirroring his father's. Gripping the hilt of Nishuto---the sword forged from both Sesshoumaru as well as InuYasha's fangs, Kichiro fought back the impotent rage that shot through him. Laced with fear, tinged with regret, his emotions were raw as his face contorted in a mask of fury. He wanted to charge in, to fight the youkai back. Ryomaru was more than a brother. Ryomaru was also his friend. There had to be a way to gain the upper hand. There had to be a way to save Nezumi and protect his brother, too.

 

Ryomaru had once told him that the reason he hunted was because he couldn't stand the idea of anyone else doing it. He wouldn't be able to deal with the worry and the fear that someone else would be in danger doing something that Ryomaru had been trained to do. Kichiro had never fully understood that feeling, but watching his brother fend off the angry youkai's claws, he did now. Nezumi was gripping her side, watching Ryomaru instead of freaking out about the blood that stained her fingers. He'd never seen her look so frantic, and yet there was a strange sense of calm about her, too.

 

The marking ritual . . . Nezumi would know if Ryomaru were in danger. She'd sense it, and if she felt that he was safe, she would remain calm, wouldn't she?

 

Kichiro gritted his teeth, balled his hands into tight fists. He wished he could have a semblance of Nezumi's assurance, her blind belief that Ryomaru would be safe. `Nez . . . she needed to see this, didn't she? She needed to know why Ryomaru fights, and maybe . . . maybe she can understand it all . . .'

 

Ryomaru growled as he lunged at the youkai, splitting the air with a gust as he slammed Ryoteishuseishu into the youkai, obliterating him without any satisfaction at all.

 

The next youkai darted into the fray. Kichiro grimaced, and for a moment, he almost felt sorry for the fool. The wolf-youkai had dared to harm Nezumi, and Ryomaru knew it. Eyes flashing as he leveled his sword at the youkai's chest, Ryomaru shook his head and braced his stance. If his brother enjoyed any of his kills, Kichiro figured this would be it. The tension that gripped Kichiro lessened. No matter what else happened, this particular youkai wouldn't live to see the sun rise.

 

`Come on, Ryo . . . just get it done . . .'

 

 

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Nezumi didn't want to look. The last thing she wanted to do was watch as Ryomaru battled the youkai. He was tired, weak, and she . . . Well, she was terrified.

 

`Ryo . . .'

 

How could he have been so careless? Why had everyone let him come? Surely they could tell that Ryomaru wasn't in any condition to be fighting, couldn't they? She knew he was tough, knew he was strong. He'd always been at the top of his levels in school, `the one to beat', they always said. The difference between then and now was that he had given up a lot of his blood for her. He'd done the marking ritual, and now . . .

 

`It's my fault, damn it!'

 

Yet Ryomaru managed to cut down the third youkai. Nezumi winced as the youkai's body exploded in a flash of purple light. Another charged in to take his place, and it was all she could do, not to scream. They meant to take him on, one right after the next. What were Kichiro and InuYasha thinking? Why didn't they do something?

 

`He's fine, you know . . . tired, certainly, and maybe a little weak, but he's not backing down, and he's not losing ground . . .'

 

Nezumi brushed the thought away, irritated at her conscience that tried to console her. Grimacing as she adjusted her hands over the wounds on her side, she stubbornly refused to look at the damage. Ryomaru had to be the priority. Ryomaru . . .

 

Unable to contain the yelp of shock, Nezumi winced as the leader's fingers bit into her arm. So preoccupied in watching the battle, she hadn't noticed when Akinoka strode over to grab her. Wrenching her away from the gaggle of youkai, he dragged her over to stand beside him. She tugged on her arm, but his grip tightened. Squeaking in pain as the youkai's claws bit into her skin, she stopped trying to fight. It was too late. Ryomaru's head whipped around to stare at her, anger flaring brighter in his eyes. The wolf-youkai saw it as his opening. Nezumi screamed as Ryomaru just barely managed to spin away. The dull smack of claws meeting flesh echoed in her head as she screamed Ryomaru's name. The hanyou hissed in pain, slapping one hand over his torn shoulder as a scarlet stain spread over the snowy white shirt.

 

The wave of bile that rose in her throat was thick, choking. A haze of scarlet tinged her vision. Ryomaru shot her a glance, barked out a strange sort of sound. Not really a growl or a word, caught somewhere between the two extremes, a part of her understood it. She nodded once as her panic receded.

 

A strange crackle ripped through the air; an electric buzz that Nezumi didn't comprehend. A flash of green snapped over her head as Akinoka shoved her away. Nezumi stumbled but caught herself. Blurs of color streaked past her. She screamed again as another hand gripped her wounded arm. “It's okay, Nez. Get back.”

 

Blinking quickly as she stared up at Kichiro, she didn't understand, but she nodded. Kichiro let go and jerked his head toward the doorway.

 

Retreating from the melee, Nezumi stopped near the door and turned around. InuYasha was locked in combat with two of the youkai while Toga unleashed a blast of energy from his halberd that forced more youkai back. Kichiro spun around, hacking his way through another youkai. Sesshoumaru cracked a glowing green whip that appeared to be an extension of his hand as he stalked Akinoka.

 

Ryomaru was wielding his sword with his good arm. The crimson bloodstain extended over his shoulder down his back, and despite the panic that threatened to choke her, she understood why he fought.

 

“Thing is, my old man fought to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. It was only right that I do that, too. I am my old man's oldest son . . . and I couldn't just sit by and watch someone else do it.”

 

`This is why . . . This is why he is a hunter,' Nezumi thought as a strange sense of pride warred with the fear, the worry that gripped her as she watched the battle.

 

“You'll never fucking touch Nezumi again!” Ryomaru bellowed as he charged forward. With an unearthly shriek, the wolf-youkai fell to a sweep of Ryomaru's swords. His rage was palpable but contained. His anger was spiraling but not consuming. Ryomaru rounded on the next, and despite the horror of what she'd witnessed, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of pride.

 

`In his own way because he needs to do this . . . He's protecting me . . . He's protecting us . . .'

 

 

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“Oi, Ryo! Move your fat ass!”

 

Ryomaru growled as he shot his twin a fulminating glower. “Fat ass, nothing, Kich, you scrawny little bastard! Quit running your mouth and fight, damn it!”

 

“Scrawny?” Kichiro echoed as he parried with a bull-youkai. “At least no one will get us mixed up now.”

 

“Damn, but you're asking for a beating,” Ryomaru threatened. “Where's Nezumi?”

 

“She's safe. She's over by the door.”

 

“Will you two catch up on old times later?” Toga grouched. Swinging his halberd in a wide circle, he dispatched two youkai with his efforts. “Beat that, baka twins!” he gloated.

 

“Go to hell, Toga . . . is there a reason you dragged him along?” Ryomaru demanded, grimacing as he sprang out of the way of a youkai's descending claws.

 

“Of course there is,” Toga tossed back over his shoulder. “Someone had to show you how it's done.”

 

“Yeah,” Ryomaru agreed as he jerked the Teishu and Seishu apart. “That's why the old man's here . . . Oi, watch out, Toga . . . There's a neko-youkai over there . . .”

 

Toga barked in response. Ryomaru broke into a smug grin since he had gotten the last word as he took down a couple more youkai with the twin swords.

 

“Feh! All of you shut the fuck up and just do this!” InuYasha bellowed as he aimed Tetsusaiga over his head and brought it down hard on the rickety floor. “Kaze no Kizu!”

 

The building shuddered, shook, moaned as the force of the Wind Scar ripped through. Ryomaru exploded in a string of expletives as he leapt back to avoid the cavern that opened in the wake of the blast. Kichiro grunted and followed suit. Toga mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “Oh, for the love of kami . . .” while Sesshoumaru heaved a sigh and stretched out his hand to recall the energy whip.

 

“Well, hell,” InuYasha grumbled as they sprinted for the door. “Who'd' a thought that'd happen?”

 

“You might have, if you'd thought at all,” Sesshoumaru remarked dryly as Ryomaru grabbed Nezumi's hand and dragged her out the doorway. The building wailed and groaned, and as they sprinted toward the darkness of the night, the earth rumbled as the decrepit building started to crumble. “Ignorant half-breed. Just goes to prove: once a baka, always a baka.”

 

“Who you callin' a baka, you bastard?” InuYasha snarled as he dropped Tetsusaiga into the scabbard.

 

“You, baka! Honestly, InuYasha, you'd splinter the sun if you could.”

 

“Feh! Jealous, are you? I always was the better fighter.”

 

“You were always the brainless fighter.”

 

“Yeah? Say what you want, bastard! I defeated Naraku. Oh, wait! You were there, remember?”

 

“The mikos defeated Naraku. Good thing you're not a history teacher.”

 

Ryomaru ignored his father and uncle's bickering as he slapped his swords back together and put it away. He started to look up, hesitant as he forced himself to look at Nezumi. He was caught off guard when the woman---his mate---threw herself into his arms, babbling things that he couldn't discern. Her voice was harsh and throaty. She wasn't crying but it wasn't far from it. Her absolute relief washed over him, and in the end, all he could do was wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. He didn't flinch when the building collapsed behind them. He ignored Sesshoumaru's commentary about InuYasha's bad habit of breaking everything he touched.

 

A warm hand fell on his shoulder. Ryomaru turned to meet his brother's stare. “You're a hunter, Ryo. You know that, right?”

 

Ryomaru shook his head. “What happened back there . . . that's why I can't . . .”

 

“You hunt them to protect us . . . to protect me,” Nezumi said, her voice barely more than a whisper as she leaned away to look up at him. “You hunt them. Hunt them for me.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Nezumi's answer was a weak smile as she cuddled against his chest again, as the tenseness in her body slowly seeped away.

 

Toga sighed as he stopped on Ryomaru's opposite side. “Good. Now I can stop paying compensation to all the men you've maimed in training.”

 

“Ordinarily I'd leave you to clean up this mess and to make sure the youkai were all destroyed,” Sesshoumaru remarked. “I'll see to it this time. Take your mate home, Ryomaru.”

 

“You've lost your fucking mind,” InuYasha grumbled as he trudged toward the wreckage. “They couldn't have escaped my Kaze no Kizu. Hell, I brought the building down, didn't I?”

 

“Uncle Yasha seems a little too proud of himself,” Toga commented with a shake of his head.

 

“Tell your mother I'll be home later,” InuYasha called back. “Toga . . . Kich . . .”

 

The two nodded at the unstated question. “Come on, Ryomaru. Didn't I tell you that you weren't supposed to overdo it for a day or two after the ritual?”

 

Ryomaru rolled his eyes, his injured shoulder drawing a wince as he stubbornly lifted Nezumi into his arms anyway, careful not to touch her injuries. “Don't suppose any of you thought to drive, did you?” he asked.

 

Kichiro laughed. “Nope, didn't think to,” he agreed. “You, uh . . . you want me to carry her?”

 

“Sure . . . I could carry you, if you can't walk,” Toga offered, doubtless to irk Ryomaru.

 

“No, and fuck no,” Ryomaru grumbled. “I think I can manage this, you bakas.”

 

“Be careful, Toga. I wouldn't have offered to carry him. He's gotten fat, or haven't you noticed?”

 

“Call me a fat ass again, Kich, and I'll flatten you.”

 

“See, now? Using his ass as a weapon. How ingenious, really . . .”

 

“Iron Reaver Ass Squisher?” Toga added with a raised eyebrow. Kichiro laughed.

 

Ryomaru snorted in response.

 

The three walked in silence. At the end of the alley that opened onto the run-down street, Ryomaru glanced down, a soft smile twitching the corners of his lips. Nezumi was asleep, and though he was exhausted, too, he slowed his gait, unwilling to move faster, unwilling to disturb his mate.

 

“I'll take a look at your shoulder when we get to your house,” Kichiro finally commented, careful to keep his voice down as he glanced at Nezumi and shook his head. “She always could sleep through just about anything.”

 

“I just want to get her home,” Ryomaru admitted.

 

“It's been quite a day,” Toga agreed with a heavy sigh. “Quite a day, indeed . . .”

 

 

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A/N:

Nishuto: Ni means Two; Shuto means Blade … Two Blade (Twin Blade).

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Final Thought fromSesshoumaru:

Ignorant half-breed …

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Blanket disclaimer for this fanfic (will apply to this and all other chapters in Forever): I do not claim any rights to InuYasha or the characters associated with the anime/manga. Those rights belong to Rumiko Takahashi, et al. I do offer my thanks to her for creating such vivid characters for me to terrorize.

 

~Sue~