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The Secrets Behind Too Much Power

Chapter 5:

Tempers to Rise Lead to the First Lesson

 

They prayed their ears were deceiving them. But one-half glance at either miko or hanyou burst said prayers to bits. Inuyasha was sitting arms folded, head turned to the side, obviously saying that he could careless what the others thought.

Too bad he did look at them. Or at the one he had insulted.

Kagome was in a raging wrath. How could say something like that? Even if he was mad at her? How could he be that heartless?! She didn't know, nor did she want to know.

It was too late, his mistake had been made, and punishment was inevitable. At least, in Kagome's mind. However, in the background of her darkened mind, it registered that someone had come to stand to the side of her and her prey.

Inuyasha however starred menacingly at her, ignoring the dangerous… everything about her. The way her aura thrashed about, the way the new colors of her hair screamed warning of danger, and definitely, he ignored the fear that was steadily giving way to panic.

Yet, even that was reigned in every now and then with thoughts of how she the goddess, literally and figuratively, had `betrayed' his trust. How she had `lied' to him. Though said thoughts were half-hearted at best, and growing weaker.

Gods, I'm going to die. And by Kagome's hands no less. He thought, But I deserve it. Gomen, Kagome… I'm so sorry… and his conscience left him for the safety of dreams and nightmares alike.

…The Western Palace…

 

He was furious. He had not awoken until late in the afternoon, only to find that Rin was missing and Jakken was bedridden with severe injuries. How could he have missed the smell of blood? Or not noticed the missing presence of Rin?

Sesshoumaru paced his in front of his desk in his study. He came home, all but asleep. First question: How did he get that way? A spell, obviously. Second question: Why did they cast it? Another obvious answer, to get Rin. Third question: Who kidnapped her? The scent he had picked up said that it was Kagura and Kanna, so Naraku had taken her again. Forth question: Why did the hanyou want her? That wasn't easily answered. Was it to get to him? Did he want to try using Shikon shards on her? Sesshoumaru had no clue. And that was what pissed him off most.

Well, aside from the fact that a spell had that much power over him.

All in all, he was irate with everyone, and everything; especially himself. This was the second time Rin had been endangered because of his enemy.

Naraku will pay with his death. By my hands… was Sesshoumaru's finish to the savage thought. Now, he down to the work of discovering where Naraku hid her, and where Naraku himself was.

There was a thousand and one places Naraku could be hiding, with or with out Rin, and another thousand and one places he could have hid Rin. Most likely, due to past failure, Naraku would keep her close, if not with him. So that narrowed down possibilities.

Just not enough.

CRASH!

The once neat and peaceful desk was upturned and several feet away from where it had previously sat. A drawer was setting a little ways off; one of the legs had hit the wall leaving a dent and broke off.

How could I have let this happen?! He raged, worry and fear fueling his crazed temper and glowing eyes. I will get you back, and KILL that foolish bastard, Rin. I promise… He silently vowed then straightened up, the red disappearing from his eyes, and pivoted on his heel exiting the study. A few hallways later, he was exiting the building and transforming to scavenge the whole of Japan.

… Naraku's Castle…

 

Naraku's demeanor stayed calm, collected, and all-around cool. However inside was an entirely different matter. Any cruel thought and utterly atrocious way of torture flittered around chasing each other, only to crash and muddle together creating even crueler snippets to pretend he was shouting at Kagura and Kanna. How hard was it to get a ningen girl, and help an `upgraded' version of his puppet? Shouldn't be; but then this was Kagura, we were talking about.

Oh how he wanted to kill her. It would simplify everything in his life, and save much unnecessary planning time if his FIRST plans would work out. Kanna, on the other hand, was a great deal more reliable. Not to mention soon he could make a few more improvements on her mirror so that it could hold the whole of Kagome's soul.

Speaking of Kagome… Naraku's mind took a route away from his anger. He had felt the waves of power when she `lost it,' trying to protect the girl and kit. What's was that? Almost two years ago exactly, he had once again battled the wayward group.

The two kneeling before him, waited in an anxious silence for Naraku's lashings. He greatly disapproved of failure, and even more so when that failure was done on the key part of his plans.

So now, here they sat, watching, though not with their eyes, as the hanyou's anger steadily increased, before taking an abrupt turn for the better. Better or worse, perhaps?

More anger simmered at the memory of his defeat, causing his brows to shift inward and down slightly, his nose to scrunch up and his upper lip to rise showing off sharp teeth, with faintly longer canines. All of which were an amazing pearl-white color.

Focusing back on the memory, Naraku had been, what felt like, killed. Yet at the last of his conscience he felt his aura reach out for something, anything, and lucky he, caught the young miko's own aura. He pulled energy from it, only to `hit a wall.' No mind, it shattered at his half-hearted assault. Power washed over him just as his hell-bees (I have no clue what they are called… >.<) came and took him to safety.

All anger disappeared at what he know knew about his enemies. Kagura, forgiven, if not given mild, veiled praise was sent to tell Kikyou of her reincarnation. Kikyou was then sent to inform the hanyou, whom would undoubtedly explode in rage and hatred. Inuyasha, now twisted damnably about Kikyou's finger, would serve as a later asset.

The board was set, the game was starting. Only, unknown to the unsuspecting challengers, hidden amongst the pawns, rooks, knights, and others rested more queens to over throw every strategy, and overwhelm all logic.

The demented hanyou started ticking off what he would do once the world fell under his control. All would scramble at his beck and call.

…Camp…

 

Seconds after the foolish inu-hanyou had spoken, the God saw what would happen before, his features came out on Kagome. Inuyasha was most likely to suffer the worlds most violent, and disastrous death. Not that that was a bad thing, mind you.

Yet, it would render Kagome useless to destiny. Why she still cared for the baka Saiko would never know. All in all, Kagome was just like him, stubborn, caring, loyal, and even tempered, but a bomb when ticked off. However, she had her mother's sense of caring. No matter what, as long as she cared for someone, the loss of that person would rest with her, and leave her distracted.

Two children huddled in his lap. Terrified wouldn't have nicked the surface of what state of mind they were in. Yet, it wasn't of Kagome, so much as for her. After all, neither really understood the goddess affair. They just understood and accepted that it meant they mother was stronger, and left it at that.

A firm stay put, managed to seep past said fear, and worry of their minds, and they moved out of Saiko's lap.

He stood tall, and proud just a couple strides and he was beside the confronting entities. They faced each other, both waiting on the other to strike first. Both clashing emotionally. To bad one of them couldn't tell the truth behind his emotions if it slapped him in the face and danced the like an ancient Egyptian in a bright pink too-too.

That would account as to why said person collapsed out cold. Saiko caught him, and set laid him out. Then stood in front of Kagome.

All anger was gone, and Kagome's logic was rapidly reappearing. Yet, unlike last time, her appearance did not return to her human form. And her face had a cross between a blank and euphoric look to it. She swayed a little bit, before focusing blank, unseeing eyes on him.

“That was…” She didn't finish, instead let her legs give out. She landed on her rear with a solid `THUMP' and starred into nothing.

Everyone watched her like she was a time bomb, slowly ticking away the seconds as though idly waiting to explode with a fury. It was disconcerting to say the least. Kagome was the last person they would think to be anywhere near, if even in the same zone, as that powerful. No wonder Saiko had said they should leave her to deal with Naraku. She'd prove to be an `enjoyable' challenge.

Even sitting she swayed. But the previous look was fading to leave a-not-so-happy-camper in it's wake. The only difference was that the new one was the Kagome they all knew.

However, Saiko didn't give her half a chance to get there.

“Kagome,” He spoke softly as he sat down beside her. “Kagome. I need you to listen.”

She turned to him and blinked. “What?”

“This is the perfect time for you first lesson.”

“What's that?”

“Controlling and deterring your blood.”

Kagome glanced around at everyone. They weren't totally scared anymore, merely cautious. Even Rin and Shippou were crawling back into her lap. She sighed. She liked the feeling left behind… She liked how nothing mattered anymore. How she was free...

Nonetheless, the urgency her father silently pressed didn't go unnoticed.

“Right,” was all she managed.

“Good. Now, the controlling will wait, but you need to learn to put off the after effects. In other words, you need to focus on the reality and shake off that wonderland, Alice.”

This earned a sad pout and soft whine, but she concentrated solely on things like Naraku, the result of her failing in retrieving the Shikon no Tama, and the children so attached to her.

It took awhile, and much work. Not to mention continuous scolds for when she drifted to Never-Never-Land again and again. When Saiko had said that, Kagome's mind instantly ignored the rest of his speech and went to the thought of how foolishly accurate it was. When she forgot to focus, everything went to the never happened's, never going to happen's, and the never want to happen's.

The god quickly noted not to use the phrase again as it only encouraged what he was discouraging.

He sighed. The kids were long asleep, and the demon slayer and monk were finally giving in to that persistent nag of sleep. How long they had been at this, was lost to his knowledge, as he realized Kagome was starring intently at him.

Her look was all he needed to show that she was back to Earth, though her appearance didn't diminish. That was starting to confuse him; it should have disappeared when her blood receded. And yet, here she was, with the most depressed look on her face and all her markings of power bright as day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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