InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stranger In My Bed ❯ Chapter 6
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Yoshimi Evangelina 
Rating R/NC17 - reference to orgy situation, some coarse language
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 246 | Status: Completed
Rating R/NC17 - reference to orgy situation, some coarse language
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 246 | Status: Completed
I’m packing some canned food into my backpack when I hear Stranger saying,
“That’s a dark one.”
He’s looking out the window at Sesshoumaru-sama’s figure, standing with one hand on the hilt of Tenseiga.
“He’s a demon. What else is he supposed to be?”
“That’s not it. I’ve met demons – the Christian ones – besides Lucifer they’re usually more bestial than rational creatures bent on mayhem, chaos, self-destruction. Whatever the case may be they’re still working for your Higher Good up there.” He says, pointing upwards in a vague gesture. “Your friend works outside of any sorta moral obligation. The darkness feeds him from inside out and he’ll conquer the world with a clawed hand – If he could give a shit about it.”
“So because he’s independent, autocratic and arrogant – he’s dark? Sounds more like the perfect asshole.”
“Laugh all ya want, little miss. There’s more to him than just an arrogant, cold sonova bitch. There’s a storm brewing, and half of it will be his own doing.”
“I should be expecting it.” I say in a resigned way. After all, what else would I expect from a demon like Sesshoumaru-sama? A demon that wouldn’t even spit on a human if she was on fire.
She? Me.
Maybe I was a little afraid of him.
“You’re smart to be afraid of him.” Stranger says, guessing the apprehension on my face. “But how smart? I get the idea you’re the type of fool to clamp your hand tighter around the thing that burns ya, just to prove that you’re stronger, or more alive because of it.”
I don’t know whether he’s right. Right now I feel like a leaf on the wind, just going where it takes me.
“I dream of touching the heart of this world and become subsumed by it.” I say instead. The words are coming out in a stream, and I don’t particularly care how cryptic, vague or ridiculous it sounds. I scrape at the wooden-plank wall with my finger nails. “On nights when I can’t sleep, I stare at the wall. I wonder if I stare hard enough whether I’ll be able to see the bonds between those tightly vibrating atoms. I wonder if the rules that create the basic composition of objects like liquids, gases, solids is just a mental restriction. If my mind could understand this simple rule, my hands would sift through the outer plaster casing of that wall, clasp the beams and rip the house down on top of me.”
Stranger sets his hand against the window frame. Sesshoumaru-sama’s hair is whipping about his face, his golden eyes penetrate the frosty window like twin flames. I’m expecting Stranger to laugh at me, to ask me to explain my theory.
“Any luck with that?” he asks instead, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“The damned wall is still a wall.” I answer with a laugh. “Am I a fool for thinking this way?”
“As for your raison-d’etre – wanting to touch the sky, touch the heart of this world with your whole being?” he looks into me with paternal affection, the irises swelling from top to bottom of his eyes. “It’s human. Very human. But do you really know what you want? Besides last night’s friendly chokehold, there’s going to be alotta pain and blood before this is all over.”
”You’re saying I’m a fool for going with him.”
“I’m making sure you know what you want. If you’re even slightly doubtful about this venture – I’ll take you home.”
“This is something beyond ordinary human experience. I will see it to the end.”
“You are a fool.” He says this affectionately. “Here.” In his hands is a soft leather bag about the size of my palm. He lifts it over my head and tightens the leather sash around my neck. “I’m really breaking a lot of rules giving this to you.”
“You made this medicine bag for me?”
“T’ain’t a hand-me down.” He says, taking my hand. He lifts it to his lips and I expect him to kiss it but he bites down on the fleshy tip instead. It feels like a pincer slicing through my skin.
“OW!!!! What’d you do that for???”
Holding the bag open, he squeezes a few drops of my blood into it. “Back in the day it woulda been your umbilical cord. But you’re too old for that.”
“Why are you doing all this??”
Looking into his eyes, I see the night-sky. “So that you don’t forget yourself in all this tomfoolery with that demon. To make you stop and think. I like you for your fire, girl, but you tend to run before you walk. You have an insight, a vision, a revelation, you drop a symbol of it into that bag and you don’t tell nobody about it, you got me? Don’t tell nobody you got it from me, either. Above all, don’t forget your Self, young lady, and the ones that got you here.”
“My parents?”
“The sky, the land… everything… That demon’s got his own agenda. Don’t forget you got your own. You’re on the cusp of something very important on your own journey, and you’re going to see it to the end.”
His words are the biggest kick up the backside I’d ever received. It’s a war cry, a rally, a political address. The effect is a heady one: I feel like somebody’s just splashed cold water down my back. Like I’ve just woken up from a dream.
“That’s right, little miss. Now get out there!”
“Um… thank you.” I say reaching out to give him a hug. He leans back a bit as if I’m going to swallow him up instead, but he gives in and awkwardly pats me on the back.
I run/hobble to meet up with Sesshoumaru-sama, who is not pleased with the wait.
“A servant would be killed for keeping the Lord of the Western Lands waiting.” He says in a silky, threatening tone in his voice.
“I don’t doubt it.” I say, standing my ground, looking him eye to eye. “But I’m not your servant. You owe me something. If not your life, your gratitude and your respect.”
A contemptuous sneer crosses his lips. “Others may find your naivete charming. This Sesshoumaru-sama, however, has lived hundreds of your lifetimes with worse injuries among better company. You bore me with your posturing.”
“And yet you’re still here waiting for me.”
That comment does not sit well with his lordship at all! His eyes burn red, his face is engulfed in shadow.
“You humans really HAVE forgotten your place in the world!” he swears at me, clamping his hand painfully down on mine, twisting my wrist above my head forcing me to kneel before him.
KNEEL!
I grit my teeth against the pain and remain standing. “Just like a stray dog and its bone! You really have no shame!”
“It is you who are afraid of being shamed, Sesshoumaru-sama!” I yell at him. He sees the tears of pain streaking my cheeks, his eyes are mysterious, almost… amused???
He lets go of my hand, clasping my head by the jaw line. His touch is almost gentle in comparison to that death-grip around my wrist. It’s as if he’s trying to find an answer as his eyes search through me for the first time. “If you weren’t human, your audacity would commend you. As it is, you are merely stubborn and therefore weak, which entertains me.”
“I didn’t know you were so easily amused.”
A cruel smile actually bends his usually tense lips. It’s more bone-chilling than his usually murderous, indifferent gaze. It’s cunning, manipulative, like a cat pouncing on a mouse in play.
“I will spare you, Eva. Even keep you with me for as long you can survive. The pleasure of watching you crumble under the true weight of our journey will be answer enough.”
“Answer enough for what?” I ask despite myself.
But he’s released me, his back turned towards me. “This Sesshoumaru-sama would advise you to climb up on my back as before.” He throws a taunting smile over his shoulder, “Unless you wish to be left behind.”
I don’t know whether I prefer his taunting smile or that indifferent death-mask I’ve become accustomed to. Nevertheless, I find myself climbing up onto his back, clasping my arms around his neck.
This time the energy around him is raw, alive, violent. It’s so overwhelmingly nauseous being so close to him. My body is quaking from the disparity in our beings. I know that I am mere prey to him.
Fear, however, is an initial survivalist reaction, triggering a natural human reaction to tame, destroy or flee from the being that’s causing it.
I stop fighting against the fact that this is a demon, body and soul. I already know that I will not flee, but I will not tame him nor destroy him. I hold onto him even harder, breathing in this mixture of hate, chaos, darkness, spirit if only to quell my fear if not manage to understand him. I’ll sink myself into this mire up to the elbows.
I will not be destroyed.
“Did you get what you want from him?” I whisper into his ear.
“Would I be going if I didn’t?” he answers back cryptically. His tone towards me has changed. It’s no longer huffy as much as mocking.
I’ll show you, you lily-faced bastard.
I did not realize that I had said this aloud until I hear the last of my sentence break off into the wind as he sets off on his deathly pace. The St.Lawrence river is on our right and we’re still on the fringe of farmland are before I notice housing developments, small towns, factories. Sesshoumaru-sama sticks to the woods, or at least to the furthest possible points away from human settlements, particularly the factories.
Soon we leave sight of the river, and we’re following the highway. The needles on the pines whip my eyes, but I say nothing. Coming up to Toronto, he stops with a groan and throws me off. We’re close enough to Toronto to see the planes lowering themselves for a landing in Pearson airport, but as it is, we’re still on the outskirts of the city.
A nowhereplace.
“What’s wrong??” I ask, seeing him slightly hunched, placing a hand on his side.
He growls in reply, leaning against a tree for a second, unlatching his armour. The wound is bleeding afresh.
“This only just healed! Is it because you’ve had to carry me?” Despite the fact that it’s Sesshoumaru-sama, I still feel guilty for being a burden. I rip off my mittens to reach for the bandages in my bag. He opens the front of his haori so that he’s bare from the waist-up. He shivers slightly.
“I thought you were impervious to cold.” I say in concern, quickly unwinding the bandage.
“Do me quickly.” He says suddenly.
“Do what???” I yell back indignantly. What would he want to have sex right now for???
“The bandage, Eva. Do my bandage quickly.”
“Oh.” I reply, blushing slightly.
“There is another demon close by.” He replies, his eyes keen and alert.
“How close?”
“She has been following us for three hours now. It will be another hour before she appears.”
“Will you be able to handle her?”
“Hnh.” He replies contemptuously. “Not every demon that comes across my path is worth challenging.”
Glad he’s so confident, I think, attending to his wound.
“You are afraid this Sesshoumaru-sama would be vanquished, leaving you alone to battle with this demon?” he asks me. “You doubt your powers of sarcasm and tiring monologue will protect you?” his tone is mocking, insulting, provoking!!!
I ignore his sarcasm, pretending his wounds are the forefront of my concern. He tilts my chin up to look into his eyes. He looks torn between slashing my face in half or roasting me over a slow fire.
“I’ve dressed your wound well enough until we find a hotel, or an inn. From what I remember, it’s a twenty minute walk until we find one.” I reply steadily.
“Still assuming to boss around this Sesshoumaru-sama.” He says, a slight begrudging smile on his face.
He closes the front of his haori and stands up to replace his armour. Shaking his hair over his shoulder, he’s returned to the formidable youkai lord again. He waits for me to climb up on him again.
“I’d rather walk. I’m sure carrying me aggravated your wound.”
“It is being so close to the city.” He contradicts me, his face returning to its staid tenseness. “Being so close to thousands of soulless humans. This is what your Owl-spirit friend was warning me about.”
“Then why are we going?”
“Another contact must be made. Come, Eva.”
We stand in the lobby of one of the most prestigious condominiums in Toronto. It overlooks the lake. The security guard dashes towards us before we’ve even spoken to him. His eyes are quickly assessing the surrounding environment before he genially and rushingly says: “Ah, you must be one of Miss Ami-Lee’s party guests – Penthouse Suite.”
He seems so anxious to get us out of there he rams us into the elevator.
I wonder why he hasn’t even stopped Sesshoumaru-sama in full armour from entering the lobby. This question is answered upon our arrival.
Everybody else is wearing some form of bondage gear. The walls are blanketed in maroon velvet, there’s a poor choice of death metal being played in the background among all the writhing, moaning and giggling bodies.
“Darlings!!!” we hear above the orgiastic somnambulating. I see a pair of watermelon breasts strapped in red pleather bounding their way towards us before I see her face.
She looks like Vampirella, only more beautiful. “Welcome to my Launch-party!” she yells in excitement, blowing cigarette smoke out of her mouth.
“Launch-party??” I ask, before I notice her luminous tits on the plaque above her. An animated version of her graces the front cover of a comic book. First Edition.
Probably the last, I speculate.
“Ah-huh. I did all the animation myself. Hell, girl, if you can’t make people afraid of you anymore, you may as well make ‘em worship your cunt.” Before I can register the comic book, this whole orgy, and the fact that she used ‘CUNT’ she turns to Sesshoumaru-sama with a minx-smile. “Let’s go somewhere private…”
Without any further ado, she loops her arms through mine as we thread our way to the furthest corner of her gorgeous condo. Sesshoumaru-sama is a white flame in this hell of wriggling, naked bodies. Somebody clutches to me, sticking a writhing tongue into my ear in lascivious invitation before I jam my elbow in his throat.
“You needn’t be so rude!” our hostess hisses at me.
A huge four-post kingsized bed enshrouded in black lace is our council-room. She kicks off a couple aggressively fucking each other like animals in heat. Draping herself across the bed seductively like a cat, catching her tail in her mouth and sucking it, she turns to Sesshoumaru-sama:
“Pleasure first and business later, handsome? I’ll even let you watch first as I do her.” She nods at me.
I wonder if the tail looping out of her plump ass is real.
He looks like he’d prefer to slice her in half before touching her.
As if caught skipping school by the principal, she sits back up again, her arms covering her breasts. She stands up and grabs a black silk dressing-robe to tie around her as if she is suddenly ashamed of her semi-nakedness. “Come into my real chamber.”
Her real chamber looks like something out of Martha Stewart living. Unlike the lavish, grotesque decorations in the other room, this one is humble and homely. Almost like a little girl’s room. She sits back on the bed. “Do you mind if I take off my shoes?”
“Your room.” I reply, realizing that Sesshoumaru-sama would never condescend to reply to something so insignificant.
She gives out a girlish cry of ecstasy and unzips her thigh-high boots, chucking them into the corner with ease. And then I see she has a pair of little dragons-heads for feet.
“Poor things. They’re always so hungry after such a sweaty time in my boots. You’ll have to excuse me while I feed them first.”
Sesshoumaru-sama draws the curtains to look out the window. The lines of his lips are taut, trembling with anger and disgust as he looks upon the high city buildings, the reek of copulation, the world.
Noticing my quiet study of his character, the more vivid emotions in his eyes: regret, resentment, sadness are consciously smoothed away in a ripple.
Upon her return, her eyes catch sight of the blood stain on his side. “Is that an injury?? Let me tend to it!”
Her hands are at his armour, attempting to unfasten the tight knots. He catches her hand and squeezes it, his eyes chiding her for being so forward.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!!” I yell in shocked surprise as I watch my afternoon’s confrontation with him replaying itself before me.
“You’re hurting me…” she whispers, huge drops of tears trickling from the side of her eyes. Now that all the makeup is washed off, she looks heart-wrenchingly beautiful.
“You overstep your bounds, succubus.” Sesshoumaru-sama grates, throwing me a forbidding glance. Stay out of this, the look is saying to me.
“Yes, Lord.” She replies contritely before I can object further, kneeling on the floor with her head down.
He releases her hand.
“Jack… the Owl-Spirit, told me you were looking for the Brotherhood of Killing Perfection?”
He nods.
“They’re a conglomeration of demon-worshipping guilds. Only recently have they joined to become one.” Then to me, as though begging me to understand, “They used to be so peaceful, just saying incantations, burning a few sacrifices. Some of them called me up to wreak vengeance on others… It was a job… I was just along for the ride… I know nothing else… I was just living in the cemetery digging up dead bodies…” She breaks down crying at this point. The theatricality of it rings like tin: I feel like I’m watching an episode from Law & Order.
Apparently Sesshoumaru-sama feels the same vibe too: “Succubus, you dare to lie to this Sesshoumaru-sama?” He lifts her chin with a clawed finger, his voice dangerously silky.
She takes a gulp, wringing her hands. Her eyes are huge and desperate, as wide as twin golf balls. “Okay, so I wasn’t living in the cemeteries, I was doing tricks on the side.”
“He means you know more about this brotherhood.” I interject. “And he doesn’t really care about killing you before he gets the information.”
Again, eyes wide as golf-balls, darting around the room as if there were cameras hidden in the corners.
Despite the fact there may be hidden cameras, big bad brotherhood, Sesshoumaru-sama’s impatience is like standing on the precipice of Hades. “All these guilds just joined to form ONE under your namesake… They come after all the other surviving demons, sacrificing their various incarnations to infuse their dead leader with them. I heard that they were after the Tenseiga, Lord. They are hoping to use you to resurrect him in your image.”
“Hnh.” Sesshoumaru-sama says. “They are using an old ploy of Naraku’s.”
“Naraku?” I ask before I hear a mass of shrieking voices from the other room.
Amongst all the screaming, I hear a loud, thunderous voice calling out: “SESSHOUMARU!!!! SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARDLY DOG!!!”
“That’s a dark one.”
He’s looking out the window at Sesshoumaru-sama’s figure, standing with one hand on the hilt of Tenseiga.
“He’s a demon. What else is he supposed to be?”
“That’s not it. I’ve met demons – the Christian ones – besides Lucifer they’re usually more bestial than rational creatures bent on mayhem, chaos, self-destruction. Whatever the case may be they’re still working for your Higher Good up there.” He says, pointing upwards in a vague gesture. “Your friend works outside of any sorta moral obligation. The darkness feeds him from inside out and he’ll conquer the world with a clawed hand – If he could give a shit about it.”
“So because he’s independent, autocratic and arrogant – he’s dark? Sounds more like the perfect asshole.”
“Laugh all ya want, little miss. There’s more to him than just an arrogant, cold sonova bitch. There’s a storm brewing, and half of it will be his own doing.”
“I should be expecting it.” I say in a resigned way. After all, what else would I expect from a demon like Sesshoumaru-sama? A demon that wouldn’t even spit on a human if she was on fire.
She? Me.
Maybe I was a little afraid of him.
“You’re smart to be afraid of him.” Stranger says, guessing the apprehension on my face. “But how smart? I get the idea you’re the type of fool to clamp your hand tighter around the thing that burns ya, just to prove that you’re stronger, or more alive because of it.”
I don’t know whether he’s right. Right now I feel like a leaf on the wind, just going where it takes me.
“I dream of touching the heart of this world and become subsumed by it.” I say instead. The words are coming out in a stream, and I don’t particularly care how cryptic, vague or ridiculous it sounds. I scrape at the wooden-plank wall with my finger nails. “On nights when I can’t sleep, I stare at the wall. I wonder if I stare hard enough whether I’ll be able to see the bonds between those tightly vibrating atoms. I wonder if the rules that create the basic composition of objects like liquids, gases, solids is just a mental restriction. If my mind could understand this simple rule, my hands would sift through the outer plaster casing of that wall, clasp the beams and rip the house down on top of me.”
Stranger sets his hand against the window frame. Sesshoumaru-sama’s hair is whipping about his face, his golden eyes penetrate the frosty window like twin flames. I’m expecting Stranger to laugh at me, to ask me to explain my theory.
“Any luck with that?” he asks instead, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“The damned wall is still a wall.” I answer with a laugh. “Am I a fool for thinking this way?”
“As for your raison-d’etre – wanting to touch the sky, touch the heart of this world with your whole being?” he looks into me with paternal affection, the irises swelling from top to bottom of his eyes. “It’s human. Very human. But do you really know what you want? Besides last night’s friendly chokehold, there’s going to be alotta pain and blood before this is all over.”
”You’re saying I’m a fool for going with him.”
“I’m making sure you know what you want. If you’re even slightly doubtful about this venture – I’ll take you home.”
“This is something beyond ordinary human experience. I will see it to the end.”
“You are a fool.” He says this affectionately. “Here.” In his hands is a soft leather bag about the size of my palm. He lifts it over my head and tightens the leather sash around my neck. “I’m really breaking a lot of rules giving this to you.”
“You made this medicine bag for me?”
“T’ain’t a hand-me down.” He says, taking my hand. He lifts it to his lips and I expect him to kiss it but he bites down on the fleshy tip instead. It feels like a pincer slicing through my skin.
“OW!!!! What’d you do that for???”
Holding the bag open, he squeezes a few drops of my blood into it. “Back in the day it woulda been your umbilical cord. But you’re too old for that.”
“Why are you doing all this??”
Looking into his eyes, I see the night-sky. “So that you don’t forget yourself in all this tomfoolery with that demon. To make you stop and think. I like you for your fire, girl, but you tend to run before you walk. You have an insight, a vision, a revelation, you drop a symbol of it into that bag and you don’t tell nobody about it, you got me? Don’t tell nobody you got it from me, either. Above all, don’t forget your Self, young lady, and the ones that got you here.”
“My parents?”
“The sky, the land… everything… That demon’s got his own agenda. Don’t forget you got your own. You’re on the cusp of something very important on your own journey, and you’re going to see it to the end.”
His words are the biggest kick up the backside I’d ever received. It’s a war cry, a rally, a political address. The effect is a heady one: I feel like somebody’s just splashed cold water down my back. Like I’ve just woken up from a dream.
“That’s right, little miss. Now get out there!”
“Um… thank you.” I say reaching out to give him a hug. He leans back a bit as if I’m going to swallow him up instead, but he gives in and awkwardly pats me on the back.
I run/hobble to meet up with Sesshoumaru-sama, who is not pleased with the wait.
“A servant would be killed for keeping the Lord of the Western Lands waiting.” He says in a silky, threatening tone in his voice.
“I don’t doubt it.” I say, standing my ground, looking him eye to eye. “But I’m not your servant. You owe me something. If not your life, your gratitude and your respect.”
A contemptuous sneer crosses his lips. “Others may find your naivete charming. This Sesshoumaru-sama, however, has lived hundreds of your lifetimes with worse injuries among better company. You bore me with your posturing.”
“And yet you’re still here waiting for me.”
That comment does not sit well with his lordship at all! His eyes burn red, his face is engulfed in shadow.
“You humans really HAVE forgotten your place in the world!” he swears at me, clamping his hand painfully down on mine, twisting my wrist above my head forcing me to kneel before him.
KNEEL!
I grit my teeth against the pain and remain standing. “Just like a stray dog and its bone! You really have no shame!”
“It is you who are afraid of being shamed, Sesshoumaru-sama!” I yell at him. He sees the tears of pain streaking my cheeks, his eyes are mysterious, almost… amused???
He lets go of my hand, clasping my head by the jaw line. His touch is almost gentle in comparison to that death-grip around my wrist. It’s as if he’s trying to find an answer as his eyes search through me for the first time. “If you weren’t human, your audacity would commend you. As it is, you are merely stubborn and therefore weak, which entertains me.”
“I didn’t know you were so easily amused.”
A cruel smile actually bends his usually tense lips. It’s more bone-chilling than his usually murderous, indifferent gaze. It’s cunning, manipulative, like a cat pouncing on a mouse in play.
“I will spare you, Eva. Even keep you with me for as long you can survive. The pleasure of watching you crumble under the true weight of our journey will be answer enough.”
“Answer enough for what?” I ask despite myself.
But he’s released me, his back turned towards me. “This Sesshoumaru-sama would advise you to climb up on my back as before.” He throws a taunting smile over his shoulder, “Unless you wish to be left behind.”
I don’t know whether I prefer his taunting smile or that indifferent death-mask I’ve become accustomed to. Nevertheless, I find myself climbing up onto his back, clasping my arms around his neck.
This time the energy around him is raw, alive, violent. It’s so overwhelmingly nauseous being so close to him. My body is quaking from the disparity in our beings. I know that I am mere prey to him.
Fear, however, is an initial survivalist reaction, triggering a natural human reaction to tame, destroy or flee from the being that’s causing it.
I stop fighting against the fact that this is a demon, body and soul. I already know that I will not flee, but I will not tame him nor destroy him. I hold onto him even harder, breathing in this mixture of hate, chaos, darkness, spirit if only to quell my fear if not manage to understand him. I’ll sink myself into this mire up to the elbows.
I will not be destroyed.
“Did you get what you want from him?” I whisper into his ear.
“Would I be going if I didn’t?” he answers back cryptically. His tone towards me has changed. It’s no longer huffy as much as mocking.
I’ll show you, you lily-faced bastard.
I did not realize that I had said this aloud until I hear the last of my sentence break off into the wind as he sets off on his deathly pace. The St.Lawrence river is on our right and we’re still on the fringe of farmland are before I notice housing developments, small towns, factories. Sesshoumaru-sama sticks to the woods, or at least to the furthest possible points away from human settlements, particularly the factories.
Soon we leave sight of the river, and we’re following the highway. The needles on the pines whip my eyes, but I say nothing. Coming up to Toronto, he stops with a groan and throws me off. We’re close enough to Toronto to see the planes lowering themselves for a landing in Pearson airport, but as it is, we’re still on the outskirts of the city.
A nowhereplace.
“What’s wrong??” I ask, seeing him slightly hunched, placing a hand on his side.
He growls in reply, leaning against a tree for a second, unlatching his armour. The wound is bleeding afresh.
“This only just healed! Is it because you’ve had to carry me?” Despite the fact that it’s Sesshoumaru-sama, I still feel guilty for being a burden. I rip off my mittens to reach for the bandages in my bag. He opens the front of his haori so that he’s bare from the waist-up. He shivers slightly.
“I thought you were impervious to cold.” I say in concern, quickly unwinding the bandage.
“Do me quickly.” He says suddenly.
“Do what???” I yell back indignantly. What would he want to have sex right now for???
“The bandage, Eva. Do my bandage quickly.”
“Oh.” I reply, blushing slightly.
“There is another demon close by.” He replies, his eyes keen and alert.
“How close?”
“She has been following us for three hours now. It will be another hour before she appears.”
“Will you be able to handle her?”
“Hnh.” He replies contemptuously. “Not every demon that comes across my path is worth challenging.”
Glad he’s so confident, I think, attending to his wound.
“You are afraid this Sesshoumaru-sama would be vanquished, leaving you alone to battle with this demon?” he asks me. “You doubt your powers of sarcasm and tiring monologue will protect you?” his tone is mocking, insulting, provoking!!!
I ignore his sarcasm, pretending his wounds are the forefront of my concern. He tilts my chin up to look into his eyes. He looks torn between slashing my face in half or roasting me over a slow fire.
“I’ve dressed your wound well enough until we find a hotel, or an inn. From what I remember, it’s a twenty minute walk until we find one.” I reply steadily.
“Still assuming to boss around this Sesshoumaru-sama.” He says, a slight begrudging smile on his face.
He closes the front of his haori and stands up to replace his armour. Shaking his hair over his shoulder, he’s returned to the formidable youkai lord again. He waits for me to climb up on him again.
“I’d rather walk. I’m sure carrying me aggravated your wound.”
“It is being so close to the city.” He contradicts me, his face returning to its staid tenseness. “Being so close to thousands of soulless humans. This is what your Owl-spirit friend was warning me about.”
“Then why are we going?”
“Another contact must be made. Come, Eva.”
We stand in the lobby of one of the most prestigious condominiums in Toronto. It overlooks the lake. The security guard dashes towards us before we’ve even spoken to him. His eyes are quickly assessing the surrounding environment before he genially and rushingly says: “Ah, you must be one of Miss Ami-Lee’s party guests – Penthouse Suite.”
He seems so anxious to get us out of there he rams us into the elevator.
I wonder why he hasn’t even stopped Sesshoumaru-sama in full armour from entering the lobby. This question is answered upon our arrival.
Everybody else is wearing some form of bondage gear. The walls are blanketed in maroon velvet, there’s a poor choice of death metal being played in the background among all the writhing, moaning and giggling bodies.
“Darlings!!!” we hear above the orgiastic somnambulating. I see a pair of watermelon breasts strapped in red pleather bounding their way towards us before I see her face.
She looks like Vampirella, only more beautiful. “Welcome to my Launch-party!” she yells in excitement, blowing cigarette smoke out of her mouth.
“Launch-party??” I ask, before I notice her luminous tits on the plaque above her. An animated version of her graces the front cover of a comic book. First Edition.
Probably the last, I speculate.
“Ah-huh. I did all the animation myself. Hell, girl, if you can’t make people afraid of you anymore, you may as well make ‘em worship your cunt.” Before I can register the comic book, this whole orgy, and the fact that she used ‘CUNT’ she turns to Sesshoumaru-sama with a minx-smile. “Let’s go somewhere private…”
Without any further ado, she loops her arms through mine as we thread our way to the furthest corner of her gorgeous condo. Sesshoumaru-sama is a white flame in this hell of wriggling, naked bodies. Somebody clutches to me, sticking a writhing tongue into my ear in lascivious invitation before I jam my elbow in his throat.
“You needn’t be so rude!” our hostess hisses at me.
A huge four-post kingsized bed enshrouded in black lace is our council-room. She kicks off a couple aggressively fucking each other like animals in heat. Draping herself across the bed seductively like a cat, catching her tail in her mouth and sucking it, she turns to Sesshoumaru-sama:
“Pleasure first and business later, handsome? I’ll even let you watch first as I do her.” She nods at me.
I wonder if the tail looping out of her plump ass is real.
He looks like he’d prefer to slice her in half before touching her.
As if caught skipping school by the principal, she sits back up again, her arms covering her breasts. She stands up and grabs a black silk dressing-robe to tie around her as if she is suddenly ashamed of her semi-nakedness. “Come into my real chamber.”
Her real chamber looks like something out of Martha Stewart living. Unlike the lavish, grotesque decorations in the other room, this one is humble and homely. Almost like a little girl’s room. She sits back on the bed. “Do you mind if I take off my shoes?”
“Your room.” I reply, realizing that Sesshoumaru-sama would never condescend to reply to something so insignificant.
She gives out a girlish cry of ecstasy and unzips her thigh-high boots, chucking them into the corner with ease. And then I see she has a pair of little dragons-heads for feet.
“Poor things. They’re always so hungry after such a sweaty time in my boots. You’ll have to excuse me while I feed them first.”
Sesshoumaru-sama draws the curtains to look out the window. The lines of his lips are taut, trembling with anger and disgust as he looks upon the high city buildings, the reek of copulation, the world.
Noticing my quiet study of his character, the more vivid emotions in his eyes: regret, resentment, sadness are consciously smoothed away in a ripple.
Upon her return, her eyes catch sight of the blood stain on his side. “Is that an injury?? Let me tend to it!”
Her hands are at his armour, attempting to unfasten the tight knots. He catches her hand and squeezes it, his eyes chiding her for being so forward.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!!” I yell in shocked surprise as I watch my afternoon’s confrontation with him replaying itself before me.
“You’re hurting me…” she whispers, huge drops of tears trickling from the side of her eyes. Now that all the makeup is washed off, she looks heart-wrenchingly beautiful.
“You overstep your bounds, succubus.” Sesshoumaru-sama grates, throwing me a forbidding glance. Stay out of this, the look is saying to me.
“Yes, Lord.” She replies contritely before I can object further, kneeling on the floor with her head down.
He releases her hand.
“Jack… the Owl-Spirit, told me you were looking for the Brotherhood of Killing Perfection?”
He nods.
“They’re a conglomeration of demon-worshipping guilds. Only recently have they joined to become one.” Then to me, as though begging me to understand, “They used to be so peaceful, just saying incantations, burning a few sacrifices. Some of them called me up to wreak vengeance on others… It was a job… I was just along for the ride… I know nothing else… I was just living in the cemetery digging up dead bodies…” She breaks down crying at this point. The theatricality of it rings like tin: I feel like I’m watching an episode from Law & Order.
Apparently Sesshoumaru-sama feels the same vibe too: “Succubus, you dare to lie to this Sesshoumaru-sama?” He lifts her chin with a clawed finger, his voice dangerously silky.
She takes a gulp, wringing her hands. Her eyes are huge and desperate, as wide as twin golf balls. “Okay, so I wasn’t living in the cemeteries, I was doing tricks on the side.”
“He means you know more about this brotherhood.” I interject. “And he doesn’t really care about killing you before he gets the information.”
Again, eyes wide as golf-balls, darting around the room as if there were cameras hidden in the corners.
Despite the fact there may be hidden cameras, big bad brotherhood, Sesshoumaru-sama’s impatience is like standing on the precipice of Hades. “All these guilds just joined to form ONE under your namesake… They come after all the other surviving demons, sacrificing their various incarnations to infuse their dead leader with them. I heard that they were after the Tenseiga, Lord. They are hoping to use you to resurrect him in your image.”
“Hnh.” Sesshoumaru-sama says. “They are using an old ploy of Naraku’s.”
“Naraku?” I ask before I hear a mass of shrieking voices from the other room.
Amongst all the screaming, I hear a loud, thunderous voice calling out: “SESSHOUMARU!!!! SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARDLY DOG!!!”