InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Risen in Patria ❯ World of a Thousand Lies ( Chapter 1 )

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Risen in Patria

Summary: Years ago, a great war left the lands scarred with demons and humans hateful of each other.  Now the fallen Taisho Inuyasha has been turned into his own worst nightmare, but he finds his strength in the wild, beautiful Kagome Higurashi.  Together, the two must decipher the kingdom’s history to prevent a ruthless tyrant from destroying their homes and lives.

WARNINGS:  Implied character death, language, explicit sexual content, OOC, rape/non-consensual sex, underage sex, implied torture

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Word Count – 4530
Post Date – May 8, 2012

World of a Thousand Lies

After decades of waiting, a gathering of great importance was finally taking place, thought Naraku to himself as he stared past the four still figures in front of him.  He took in the brilliant blend of yellows, reds and dusty gold sun rays heating the world outside the abandoned shack in which he knew history would be made.  He looked down, bringing his eyes back at the four in front of him, four who were all desperate for something, four whom he would now use to his advantage.  

“I believe I have something that you all desire.  It’s not my place to tell the others what each one seeks, and I know that you have all had your disputes, but I will give you all what you want if you can work together to carry out a very specific set of instructions.”  

Four sets of eyes, both human and demon stared back into his, two hard, hateful and unchanging, the other two devious and sinister.  He held back a smirk.  A demon, two trained killers and a bandit with a heart as black as his own.  Yes, they would do.

“I will tell you each step of the way what you must accomplish.  No more, no less.  But I will tell you now that there is no stopping once you’ve begun, or I will ensure you lose far more than you already have.”  One of them gave him a glare so intense he could have sworn she was killing him right then in her mind.  No matter, he thought.  

Ignoring her entirely, he waved his hand to the cracked door at their sides, finally allowing the smirk he had been suppressing to make its way onto his face.  They couldn’t actually leave, he knew, but he wanted to make the gesture, if only as a little joke for himself.  When they remained seated, his smirk became a grin and he dropped his hand to his side.  “Good, good.  I’m glad to have you all by my side.”

Naraku pulled out a tiny vial from his coat and allowed them to get a good glimpse of the clear liquid within.  “Our darling prince, we’ve all heard of him I presume.”  If possible, the same woman who glared at him earlier radiated even greater hatred at the mention of the prince.  “How we love him so.”

He sat down in front of the four, placing the veil on the floor before them.  “Now, for our first task, his coronation...”

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A million little lights danced across the moonlit sky, even more beautiful under the dim glow of the red lanterns sitting throughout the garden.  Sango had never wanted more to be one of those lucky “noble” women who could sit idly by and drink in the light, the absolute beauty of the palace.  Unfortunately, she’d learned quickly that kitchen maids and servers weren’t allowed the time to meander and enjoy.  A large pot and basket in hand, she darted through the shadows - after all, the noblemen needed the illusion that food magically and easily appeared on their tables - getting fleeting glimpses of the beautiful full moon under the stars.

She reached the main kitchen in record time and quickly handed off all the ingredients and tools she had been asked to collect.  The head chef gave an approving smile and nodded gratefully.  “Not bad for a new worker, Sango.  Good job.”  

“Thanks, Kaede-sama.”  Kaede, the head chef, was perhaps the kindest and most genuine people she had met so far in the King’s castle.  Any sort of praise from her was something to look forward to.

Another chef quickly spun her around and thrust a number of dishes into her plate.  “To the crowning room.  Now,” the man said with a strange accent Sango couldn’t place.  She nodded and darted off into the shadows, crossing the beautiful garden once more.

As she entered the crowning room, she held back her gasp.  Colorful cloths, flowers, and silks danced across the walls and tables.  Porcelain from the mainland and glasses so clear and glistening she feared she would be blinded by their shine sat upon the dinner table.  And at the center of the room, behind the feasting table, Sango could see the throne, decorated with red and gold silks, radiant lanterns and, at the center, a chair made of solid gold.

It was strange for Sango, having seen all the death and decay and suffering around the kingdom, to be thrust into a world of splendor and opulence, even if she was a mere kitchen server.

Another server boy waved her over hurriedly, snapping her out of her daze.  As she set the dishes, she thought to herself that she had never seen anything so extravagant or luxurious in her whole life.  Of course, she knew it was to be expected.  The young prince, while he was known to have quite the mind for fighting and warfare and not for money, was fortunate to have in his high council a man supposedly so wealthy that he bathed in gold coins every night.  

Holding the steaming plates in hand, she moved to the side of the table, where the noblemen and women began to take their seats.  A handsome man near the head of the table waved his clothed arm and everyone took their seat, save the prince himself, who had yet to make his appearance.  Sango took that as her cue and moved forward to set the dishes down.

She stepped back into the shadows and let the other servers have a chance at setting down their dishes.  Apparently no one dared touch their meal because the noblemen continued chatting idly with their seat partners until a hush fell over the room.  

The prince, a young man, made his way to the banquet table from a set of stairs behind the throne.  She wanted to catch a glimpse of his face, but Sango and the rest of the servers had to bow down until he reached his seat.  There was dead silence before the man at the prince’s side waved his arm jovially, signaling the start of the feast.

Both the servers and the noblemen suddenly reanimated and loud chatter filled the room, whether from excitement at the sight of the young prince or from their nervousness as he first entered the room.  Sango had no time for such things.

She spun around, intending to head back into the kitchen, but halted as she came face to face with a kitchen maid.  

“This one is special.  For the prince, himself.  No one else.” The girl spoke with the same thick, foreign accent as the man from before.  She was new, Sango thought, just like her.  She remembered training for kitchen duty together.

Sango took the plate, looked in mild confusion at the girl who was swiftly turning away, and did as she was asked.
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Miroku lived for laughter, feasts and beautiful women.  He couldn’t be happier as he sat at the right hand side of his best friend and the prince, soon to be Taisho, drinking in the chatter, perfumes and rich wines.

The prince, who had been chatting with a few of his advisors and loyal lords at the side, turned to him and asked, “So, Miroku, what do you think of my little party?”

“Depends.  Does the loving connection between my head and my shoulders rely on my answer?”  The prince laughed and threw a half-hearted punch and Miroku chuckled in return at his joke.  “Of course.  It is probably the best party of the century.  I wouldn’t expect anything less from you though.”

“Good, good.  A Taisho has to start his reign well,” he said, suddenly turning serious.

“From what I hear, you’ve already gotten busy with new plans.”

The prince nodded with conviction.  “Ha.  I’m happy to hear the war councilors have been gossiping again,” he said sarcastically.  “Anyway, my first order of business will be to rid the whole kingdom of every fucking demon I can find,” the prince spoke with hatred, quietly but deeply to Miroku, ensuring that no one else could hear their conversation.

Miroku was taken aback.  He knew his friend hated demons, but he wouldn’t have imagined... “That is...ambitious, my Lord.  Is it prudent, though, I wonder.”  Miroku watched as he rolled his eyes, clearly used to and tired of Miroku’s more peaceful outlook.

“Everything the Taisho does is prudent, my friend, especially when it concerns killing savage beasts.” Miroku didn’t bother arguing, as he didn’t want to be the one putting the prince in a bad mood on such a special occasion.  The prince lightened up considerably and said, “Second, I have to find myself a lovely wife.”  He waved his arm toward the table of nobles.  “You’ve got to pick one soon too, you know.”

Thankfully, that was a topic Miroku was comfortable with.  “Oh no.  The great Miroku could never settle down with just one woman,” he joked, and the advisors around him who were now listening to their conversations laughed.  “What about you?  Anyone in mind?”

The prince raised his glass of wine, peering over the edge at the rows of women with mischievous grey eyes.  “Yes, in fact I do.”  He pointed to one of the ladies far down the table.  

Miroku turned to search for her face and his jaw nearly dropped when he saw whom the prince was pointing at.  She was beautiful.  He had no idea who she was, and while it was clear that she wasn’t of particularly high birth since she sat so far down the table, a girl with a face like that needed no name or lands.  Men would go to war for a face like that, Miroku thought.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by the gasp of one of the councilor’s at the prince’s left.  “My Lord, you can’t mean Lady Higurashi can you?”

“A Higurashi?” Miroku asked in shock.  The Higurashi family had been one of the most influential families in the entire realm for many years, though long before his time, with the many of them serving on the high council of the previous king, until an unfortunate demon attack some years ago had nearly decimated the entire family.

“Yes,” the councilor nodded seriously.  “From what I know, that’s Lady Kikyo’s younger sister, Lady Kagome.”

The prince turned to his councilor with a raised eyebrow.  “Why did you react that way when I pointed at her?  I’ve watched her during the past few celebrations we’ve hosted, and I like what I see,” he said with a smirk.

The councilor suddenly squirmed, immensely uncomfortable under the prince’s piercing gaze.  “Well, my Lord...there are rumors.”  His eyebrow remained raised.  “Some have said that she is...wild, not at all like a Lady.”

“How so?” Miroku’s curiosity was peaked.  She seemed the very epitome of beauty and grace as she sat there, laughing with her friends at the table.

“I’ve heard that she prays to no gods” - when neither the prince nor Miroku looked too impressed, he lowered his voice - “none at all!  Some say that she hunts in the forests in leather!  I’ve heard that -” He cut himself off, as if realizing what he was about to say wasn’t wise to say aloud.  The prince’s eyes narrowed, and the man continued nervously “...that she has lost her maidenhood and does nothing to hide it!”  The councilor sounded positively scandalized and watched cautiously as the prince leaned back to consider these rumors.

Miroku looked at the prince, who seemed to be formulating a response, and back at the tense councilor who had gone completely silent and still as a statue.  Deciding to ease the tension, he brought his hand up to rub his nonexistent beard, as if contemplating deeply and picturing his words in his head, and commented, “Running around a forest in nearly nothing, huh?  That doesn’t sound too bad at all!”

The prince snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled loudly, and even the councilor couldn’t help a snicker.  The prince sobered quickly, though the mirth remained in his eyes, and addressed the councilor, “I don’t care for women’s gossip.  Even if the rumors were true, the gods do shit for us, why should she have to pray to them?  And look, prayer didn’t save her family when the demons devoured their bodies.  And Miroku’s right, nothing bad at all about the second rumor” - he and Miroku shared a quick laugh - “As for the third, it matters little to me.  After she is mine, she will only be mine.”

The councilor sputtered in outrage.  “M-My Lord!  That’s not how things are done!  You must marry right!”

The prince waved him off.  “Keh! I will be the most powerful man in the land.  The Higurashis may not be the wealthiest or most powerful family anymore, but they own exactly what I would want: the land at the northern borders.  I’ve spent years driving demons out of our lands, and now they have congregated mainly in the northern lands.  The Higurashi lands are the perfect place from which we can guard our kingdom.”

The councilor began to object when suddenly a gong reverberated throughout the room.  It was time for the coronation to begin.  The prince excused himself, taking his cue and rising to the center stage, right beneath the golden throne, and allowed the priests to begin the ceremony.  

Miroku observed the processions quietly, watching the prince act exactly as he was taught to, courteous, grateful, kind to his subjects.  He was the prince’s friend, true, but he could see through the act; the prince, while ambitious and kind to his friends, was vicious and cruel towards his enemies or any he considered below him.  He cringed as he remembered the dungeons, full of captured demons and decaying bodies.  Miroku liked peace, money and prosperity; he was no fan of fighting and war, though he never let the disapproval show on his face.  The prince also had the habit of imprisoning those around him who didn’t agree with his ways.  That was probably a remnant of growing up without real parent figures, Miroku guessed.

The ceremony was over before he knew it, and all the noblemen rose to salute their new Taisho.  Now was the time for mingling.  The noblemen and women began to move into groups to share the latest gossip and network, and Miroku watched the new Taisho move through the crowd easily to the Lady Kagome he had been eyeing earlier.  He moved closer to hear their exchange, joining a group of older noblemen as his guise.

He couldn’t make out the words, but she seemed to speak confidently and easily with the Taisho, and her body language seemed friendly, but reserved.  Miroku watched in confusion as she suddenly turned to dismiss herself and the Taisho’s eyes flared in anger.  Afraid something drastic might happen, he rushed over and put his hands on his friends shoulder in the hopes of calming him down.

His hands were roughly pushed off before the Taisho snapped at him, “I’m leaving.  Don’t fucking let anyone come looking for me.”

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A combination of fury and confusion coursed through the Taisho as he stomped furiously down the halls.  Kagome Higurashi declining his advances?! It was ridiculous, he wanted to scream out.  Perhaps there was too much wine in his system, but he didn’t care if his anger was irrational.  He was now the Taisho, which meant he was allowed what he wanted.

He continued wandering down the halls aimlessly wherever the wind blew him, intent on blowing some steam, but was forced to stop when he reached a completely unfamiliar hallway.  His vision began to blur, his blood heating furiously and to the point of pain, and he leaned against the walls for support as he searched out more familiar ways.  

Had he been able to focus through the darkness around him, he would have been able to see the pair of glowing red eyes staring at him maliciously as he walked along.  

A cold breeze blew through, leaving him simultaneously shivering and burning hot.  Nonetheless, he pushed through and found his way to a set of doors, probably guest rooms.  With a headache the size of the great seas combined quickly forming, he forced himself slowly through the hallway.

‘The fuck is happening to me?’ he thought to himself, barely able to stand straight as he walked.  He had nearly made it to the end of the hallway when he caught a scent that had him falling to his knees and groaning.  

Suddenly, all the heat in his body seemed to flood southward to a very specific, now red and aching part of his body, and all he could think of was how much he needed to be closer to that scent.  He turned, half-crazed by desire, to the doors, singling out the slightly open door from which that smell was coming.  Entering quietly, unexpectedly in control of his motions, he opened the door silently.  

The scent flooded his senses so suddenly that he was barely able to stifle a rabid growl of pure need, and he dug his nails deeply into the walls to restrain from giving himself away.  His eyes, reddening at their borders, scanned the room and immediately landed on the naked woman at the entrance to her bath room.  If possible, the rod between his legs hardened more, straining angrily against his pants.  She smelled like heaven itself and his blood pumped furiously through his veins as he stalked silently up to the woman, who had her back to him, completely unaware.

She turned slightly, so that he caught a side view of her breasts, a sight which his tongue was aching to devour, and her profile.  

It was none other than Kagome Higurashi.  Some feral part of him grinned uncontrollably.  The bitch who denied him.  Now she would pay.

In moments, he was behind her, throwing one thickly muscled arm around her mouth and the other between her legs to separate her thighs.  The woman tried to let out a shriek which was completely muffled by his arm, and struggled wildly against him as he easily carried her back to the bed, slamming her down and climbing on top of her body.

When she finally caught sight of his face, she froze in terror.  “T-taisho?”  The word rang in his head, unrecognized, and he snarled in anger.  The sound snapped her out of her shock and she began struggling anew.  “Please, Taisho.  D-don’t!”  There was that word again.  He stilled above her, still covering her mouth and body as she squirmed and pushed desperately against him.  

He would have spent more time figuring out the unfamiliar word, but the feeling of her soft, nimble body moving and grinding against his was too much.  In a swift move, he removed his pants and slammed her chest back down, lowering his mouth to her plump breasts.  She screamed again, trying to kick her legs under his and crying out no behind his hands, but she was no match for him even at his normal strength, and now, with the adrenaline and painful need coursing through him...now he felt strong enough to crush her in his grip.

Her small kicks and desperate attempts were futile, but he was sick of her unwillingness.  She managed to get her hands out from under his grip, placing them on his shoulders in an attempt to leverage herself out from under his grip.  He almost smiled in amusement before a sudden, painful shock ran through his system from her hands.  Furiously growling, he angrily placed his forearm over her throat and flexed his hands.  

She stilled in terror.  “Bitch.” He growled out impressively for a human, half in anger, half in excitement.  As much as she struggled, he could smell her scent growing stronger, more frightened, more aroused.  Now he just needed her to be still so he could take what was his.  “I am taking you whether you like it or not,” he rasped out to her trembling form, shoving her legs apart with his knees to emphasize his point.  Making sure she was watching his every move, he slowly moved her now limp legs to the sides of her chest and poised his erection at her entrance.  He could see the absolute terror in her eyes as they took his erection in, enormous, red, swollen and straining against her pink slit, and he delighted in it.  “What you can choose is whether this will hurt or not.”

Tears began to well in her pretty brown eyes, and she nodded, indicating her forced consent.  Somewhere in his head, he smirked triumphantly.  He would take the most beautiful girl in the lands, the one who had denied him just an hour earlier, and she would like it.  

Slightly loosening his grip on her legs, he placed the pad of his thumb at her clitoris, which was swelling and so sensitive to his touch, whether she wanted it or not, and began to rub sensuously.  He lowered his head once more and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, a stark contrast to the rough, ferocious man he was just moments earlier, and against Kagome’s will, she could feel her body heating up, her lips below moistening under his ministrations.  As his thumb quickened its rubbing, she found herself arching up into the Taisho’s mouth and moaning deep in her throat.  

He lifted mouth from her hardened nipples and looked up at her with eyes driven near insane by desire.  He was torn between burying the aching rod of flesh between his legs inside her and burying his nose in her sweet pussy.  In the end, he decided to satisfy his nose, wanting to taste her maddening honey from its source.  Kagome watched in trepidation as he made his way down between her spread thighs and called out in shock as he began sucking and licking her nub.

“Taisho!” she couldn’t help crying out when she couldn’t bear it any longer.  He stilled immediately and shot his eyes, indigo darkened with desire, to her.

“Bitch, say my name.”  He demanded angrily.

As he glared her into submission, she struggled to compose herself enough to reply.  He had said he wouldn’t hurt her, and the thought of him furious and snarling above her again was terrifying.   “T-taisho, I-I don’t know your name.”  For a moment, he was completely confused.  His name.  His name.  Growling in frustration, he pushed the thought aside and dove back down.  He wanted to bury every part of him inside her, and while his tongue was happily satisfied, his cock, glistening with pre-cum and throbbing in agonizing arousal, protested angrily.  

Deciding he had drank his fill, he moved back up to her pretty face, and roughly kissed her, simultaneously poising himself at her entrance.  As he began to force his way in, she shrieked against his mouth in pain and he pulled back.  Panting in frustration, he reined himself in.  He had promised her no pain if she submitted.

Pushing her knees against her chest, he tangled a finger in her slick curls below and intimately slid a thick finger into her.  She flinched and clenched around the foreign object instinctively and he groaned at the feeling of those hot, tight, snug walls hugging his fingers.  A distant thought floated through his head that clearly the third rumor was false, but he was too far gone to acknowledge the thought.  Collapsing against her from the restraint it took to not bury his length inside her, he began to move his finger in and out, massaging her walls until she was writhing and moaning underneath him.  

He continued until it was too much to stand and removed his fingers, replacing them with his massive erection in one swift movement.  Kagome gasped from the sudden pain and pleasure from the complete fullness, but Inuyasha ignored her.

He had held back for too long with an unbelievable amount of restraint, and now he would finally take what he had been craving.  He pounded furiously in her, unable to take his eyes away from the spot where they were joined, and drank in her moans and cries of pleasure.  She came nearly immediately, having been brought to the brink already by his tongue and hands, crying out to the stone walls.  He continued forcefully, draping his thick arms over her, trapping her beneath him as he fucked her relentlessly.  She moaned and fisted the sheets as he brought her closer and closer to her second orgasm, before they finally came, tumbling over the edge of oblivion together.

Having finally reached completion, he found his sight quickly blurring and his head growing dizzy as he struggled to look upon the woman beneath him.  The last thing he remembered was tumbling out of her bed.

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The whispers of the trees above were deafening.

‘Inuyasha...’

‘Inuyasha.& #8217;  He heard murmured throughout the trees.  Groaning at the pounding headache, he began to arise, only to fall when dizziness overtook him.

‘Inuyasha.’ Flipping face up nearly killed him with the effort it took, but at least now he could see the green foliage surrounding him, if somewhat dazedly.

A scream suddenly rang in his head.  No, he decided.  A memory of a scream.

“What...th..fuck..?” he mumbled out incoherently and grasped at the ground beneath him.  Dessiccated leaves flew up in his grasp.  He let out a groan of pain from the headache and turned so he could crawl on his side.  He needed water or he swore his mouth would fall out.

‘Inuyasha...’

The trees kept whispering to him, he thought.  Ignoring it, he dragged himself along the ground.  What he wanted to know was what the fuck had happened and how he managed to apparently drink himself to near death.  Yes, near death.  That’s what this felt like he decided miserably.  Crawling slowly in no decided direction whatsoever, he followed his instincts to find any water he could.

The feeling - no, memory - of flesh on flesh and delicious friction sang through his body, and he was forced to stop as the pleasure ran through him.  It was an odd feeling: immense pleasure and mind-numbing pain together.

When the feeling passed, he resumed dragging his limp body and for the first time, cursed the weight of his muscles.  Groaning in frustration, he nearly stopped and gave up completely when a glimmer caught his eye.  Focusing as best he could, he gave a pathetic cry of relief when he saw the pond just a few yards away.

Crawling desperately, he reached the edge of the pond and dunked his head inside, desperately drinking up all the water he could.  The unbearable dryness in his mouth slowly disappeared and he began to lift his face out of the water.

‘Inuyasha!’  He looked at his reflection in the pond and fainted.


Author’s Note:

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