InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshomarus Revenge ❯ Lost in InuYashas Forest ( Chapter 10 )

A/N: Okay, the muse is back, for what it's worth. I hope the repairs hold. I've been lost without her. Maybe this story will get better now (by my own standards).

 

Chapter 10

 

Lost in Inu-Yasha's Forest

 

 

Inu-Yasha and Miroku trudged into the forest, following the scent rail of the kitsune. It was all Miroku could do to keep up with the hanyou, who was in a typical temper at being sent on this mission. The rivalry between Inu-Yasha and Shippou to be first in Kagome's affections had only become worse in recent months, thought Miroku. Really, they were both children.

 

“Feh!” spat Inu-Yasha resentfully, “why can't we find someone else to care for the stupid kitsune child?”

 

“Is that a real question?” said Miroku, “because you know the answer. Kagome is very attached to him, and he to her.”

 

“Yes, but she's my mate. Our relationship comes first.” He grumbled back.

 

“Oh, ho. And does Kagome consider you her mate?” said Miroku, “Are you going to make that official?”

 

“We don't have to!” he snapped, than hesitated. “That is, I don't think we have to…yet.”

 

Miroku gave an inaudible sigh and shake of his head. It was a good thing Inu-Yasha did not sense this or he would probably put the monk through the nearest tree. The hanyou's temper was ready to explode at the next provocation.

 

Hey, what's going on? Thought Miroku, as suddenly the back of Inu-Yasha's twilight lit haori began to fade before his eyes. The light had not changed, but Inu-Yasha seemed to have disappeared.

 

“Inu-Yasha?” called Miroku, “Where'd you go?”

 

He swung out with his staff in an arc in front of him, but came in contact with nothing but air. Slowing his pace, he squinted into the gloom. It would not do to trip and fall on his face with the limited visibility.

 

“Inu-Yasha, Inu-Yasha!” he called, but there was no response.

 

Around him the forest that had seemed so benevolent earlier in the day was taking on a sinister air. Strange lights of varied sizes and hues seemed to be multiplying in its recesses. Miroku felt a growing frustration and fear rising inside him. This wouldn't do, it just wouldn't do at all.

 

Inu-Yasha was too busy stewing in his own temper to notice Miroku's absence at first. Where were the facetious remarks and derisive grunts that had followed his grumbles in to the forest? He stopped and listened. There was no sign of the monk behind him. Sniffing the air, he could barely make out the scent of the kitsune, but definitely could find no trace of the monk.

 

“Miroku, Miroku!” he called, “You stupid monk, where are you?”

 

Inu-Yasha's hackles rose. He put his hand to the hilt of Tetsusaiga. Someone or something had heard him and was coming his way, he could sense it. But he still could pick up no trace of the vanished monk. He stood frozen to the spot. He was uncertain whether he should let the thing come to him and not be far if Miroku showed up, or go after it and possibly losing Miroku for good. Before he could make up his mind a figure came into view. His eyes opened wide and his hand fell away from the sword in shock.

Dressed in red and white, long black hair tied in a ponytail, the person glided up to him.

 

“Kikyo?” said Inu-Yasha incredulously. “What are you doing here?”

 

“Looking for you my love, what else?” she said, and put out her hand to caress his face.

 

He grabbed her hand gently before she could touch him, and held it away from him.

 

“How did you know to find me here? I haven't seen you in six months!” He said, remembering their acrimonious split the last time they had talked, and how at that point he had decided to be with Kagome.

 

“Your promise, Inu-Yasha, you must keep your promise,” she said dreamily.

 

“You said you hated me, you didn't even want me in hell with you.” Inu-Yasha spat, “it's over Kikyo…”

 

She kept approaching, staring unblinkingly into his eyes. A languorous, warm feeling began to suffuse him, halting his speech and thoughts. As he stood there, unmoving, Kikyo put her hands on his shoulders. There was nothing he could do to stop her as she kissed him on the lips, her tongue sliding into his unresponsive mouth. All of a sudden he felt a sexual electricity run through him, starting with his tongue and going straight to his cock. His conscious mind had no control over his body's reactions, and he found himself taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. Slowly they undressed each other, their clothes falling with a shushing noise to the ground around them. That part of Inu-Yasha's mind that had become prisoner to his body noticed something strange. In rising panic he saw that her body seemed to give off an eerie, pale glow. Although she was not human, in the natural sense of the word, she had never looked like this before. His hands reached for the pale flame of her full breasts, and she reached for his painfully hard cock. Shudders went through his body, leaving him weak and dizzy. Gently she pushed him down onto his back and mounted him. As his cock slid into her and she began to ride him, the waves of weakness became stronger and stronger, until his conscious mind was pulled into oblivion.

 

Shippou had run into the forest with no destination in mind. He only knew he needed to be alone. The hurt and confusion blinded his senses. When he finally got winded enough to stop running, he was fairly lost. Panting, he bent over, hands on knees, and shook his head to clear it of the emotions obscuring his perceptions. His kitsune senses came back, and brought him the evil aura of the forest at night. Demons and spirits wandered about, he could feel them and see the flames of their malevolent energies. Now what have I done? He thought miserably, I've gone from bad to worse. Will Kagome and the others come find me? Do I even want them to? He gulped back his sobs; not wanting to bring any more attention to him then was necessary.

 

As Shippou stood there, wondering what to do, he smelled the burning of a campfire. Unable to come up with a better idea, he decided to follow the smell to its source. He treaded as carefully and quietly as he could, until he made out the trees illuminated by the glow of the fire. Cautiously he peered into the camp, and made out a small, squat form with a tall, two-headed staff sitting by the fire. Jakken…he thought.

 

Suddenly Shippou felt a hand on his shoulder and instinctively cowered.

 

“My Lord Sesshomaru!” said Jakken, jumping up, “and who's this?”

 

Slowly the kitsune turned and for the second time that day looked into the cold eyes of the Lord of the West. The demon lord looked mildly exasperated.

 

“Child, what brings you in the forest again,” said Sesshomaru, “alone and at night when it is so dangerous? Is this how my brother and his friends look after you?”

 

Shippou looked away, letting his head and shoulders slump forward in misery.

 

“It's not their fault,” he said sulkily, “I got upset and ran off.”

 

Sesshomaru closed his eyes a moment and sighed deeply. He wondered what strange fate had brought this child his way again. Despite his plans to leave the forest this night, he would not show himself to be as irresponsible as his brother.

 

“Jakken and I will accompany you to the forest edge,” said Sesshoamru, “and you must return to your friends in the village and stop this petulant behavior.”

 

Sesshomaru beckoned to Jakken and he doused the fire. They left the campsite, Jakken in front and Sesshoamru in the rear. Shippou was sullen and silent as he walked between them. At least I'll get home, he thought, and heaved a sigh.

 

Miroku explored the immediate vicinity that he was lost in. Nothing was familiar, and there was still no sign of Inu-Yasha. It made no sense to him to go stumbling around in the dark any more than he had to, so he found a tree and sat down underneath it. He leaned his back up against the bole of the tree, his knees drawn up in front of him, staff in his lap. If he had to stay here until morning, he hoped Sango would not worry about him. Lost in these thoughts, he did not hear what was making its silent, slithering descent down the tree trunk. If he could have looked straight above his head from his position, he would have seen the red eyes as they left the branches. Its tongue tasted the air and decided that this would be a good meal.

 

Suddenly a muscular coil of scaled flesh fell over Miroku's neck and began to squeeze. Before it could completely cut off his breathing, the startled monk managed to get his staff between himself and the snake demon. Choking, he fought the constriction, using the staff as leverage. But the snake began to lower more coils. If he stopped to free the wind tunnel in his hand, he would not be able to breathe as the snake demon closed off his windpipe. He knew he had one chance left before too many coils had constricted over his body. With a mighty heave, he pulled at the coil with his staff and slipped his head out. But another coil had already fallen around his arms, pinning them to his sides. In desperation he knew he had one option left to him, as much as it stung his pride.

 

“Inu-Yasha!” he called, “Help, Inu-Yasha!”

 

Shippou stopped in his tracks. His kitsune ears perked up.

 

“Did you hear that?” he said turning to Sesshomaru, “it's Miroku, and he's calling for help!”

 

Before Sesshomaru could answer him, the kitsune was off running in the direction of the sound. Turning to Jakken, he raised his eyebrow and caught his servant's attention.

 

“Coming, my Lord, I'm coming, “ Jakken said as he scrambled ahead of Sesshomaru and after Shippou.

 

This night was full of too many surprises, he thought sourly, as he followed them at his own pace. It was not at all what he had expected to be doing.

 

When Shippou found Miroku, the monk was gasping for air. Two large coils of a demon snake had him crushed against a tree, and the monk's chest was being constricted. The kitsune was at a loss for what to do, the snake could swallow him in one gulp if he got too close. The monk saw him, but had no more breath left for speech.

 

“Out of the way child,” said Sesshomaru behind him, and Shippou felt him push him gently aside.

 

Miroku's eyes opened wide as the tall demon lord came towards him, claws dripping with glowing green acid. With one swipe he severed the coils that imprisoned him, and the snake fell out of the tree in wriggling pieces. The monk bent over double, taking great heaving breaths. His ribs hurt each time, and he wondered if he had broken any. Shakily, leaning on his staff, he got to his feet.

 

“We came looking for you,” Miroku finally managed to say to Shippou, “Inu-Yasha and I. But we got separated. He just…disappeared.”

 

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes and raised his hands for silence. Scanning the area around him with his formidable senses, he walked a few feet in front of him. With a wave of his hand, he tore at something, like a dark shroud. There on the ground in front of him lay Inu-Yasha, naked and unconscious, the glowing body of the succubus on top of him. It raised its red eyes to the demon lord and gave an ear splitting shriek. He reached for it with his acid claws, and dug them into its flesh. As he lifted it off Inu-Yasha, it shredded in his grasp and flowed away with a wail.

 

Miroku limped over to Inu-Yashas side, Shippou coming up next to him. Hands still shaking from his own ordeal, he reached out to touch Inu-Yasha and see if he was still alive. To his relief, he felt the hanyou still breathing, but his pulse was faint.

 

“My brother will live, but he is weak.” Said Sesshomaru. “Much longer and he would have been drained of all his life force. Dress him.”

 

Miroku and Shippou did as Sesshomaru commanded, and in amazement watched as he lifted the body of the brother he despised off the ground. He slung one of Inu-Yasha's arms over his shoulder and instructed Miroku to take the other side. It was hard for the monk to carry Inu-Yasha's dead weight, even sharing it with the powerful demon lord. But he did not waver, and would not show any more weakness this night.

 

As the small party made it's way to the forest's edge by the village, Miroku thought, Inu-Yasha would never believe this when he wakes up.

 

A/N: Sorry it took a while. Hope you like it. It isn't as bad as I was afraid it was going to be. Maybe this muse will do for now. Maybe…