InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Surprise my mind ❯ Part XIII ( Chapter 13 )

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“A true warrior never put a woman before a battle.” - Hiten

Part XIII

It will not be long, Naraku reflected, until I am able to take England in my fist and crush each human inside it. He smiled, tilting his head back, a sigh escaping his lips. One would call him handsome in his human form, but in his demon form, he was less than beautiful. Naraku took no interest in women and certainly no interest in men! He was evil through and through and was unable to love anything. Well, that wasn't completely true. He cared a great deal for his creation, Kanna. She was his own creation that remained so loyal and helpful to him. He hoped that she would never be killed. It would such a mournful loss. Who would be faithful to him then? Kagura? Surely not. She would betray him at any time. She had tried before. Kohaku? No, not him. He was slowly beginning to return to his sister, Sango.

At those thoughts, Naraku flicked a look to Kanna, who was sitting beside him, staring at the wall blankly. Her legs were folded underneath her and her hands loosely grasped her mirror. Naraku had to admit that she was one of his more ingenious creations. She was cautious when attacking and she was very loyal to him. Her intelligence surpassed any of his other creations, let alone Kagura. Moving his eyes to the floor, Naraku wondered why he hadn't killed Kagura yet. I need her for just a moment longer, he thought with a frown. He didn't particularly like to admit that he needed one of his creations, but it was true. He needed her and even more so, he needed Kanna. He wouldn't be able to see many things without her and her mirror.

He stood and Kanna looked to him with dark eyes. There was an odd, mysterious knowledge in those black depths of hers. “Masao is almost here,” he told her with the shadow of a smile. “Greet him when he comes and lead him here.” With a smooth, graceful gesture, she stood and moved to the doors. “Kanna.”

“...Naraku,” she answered, pausing at the doors and turning her head to look at him.

“When he comes, I want to be alone with Sesshomaru's girl-child,” he said pointedly. She understood what he was saying and bowed her head in understanding, before sliding the doors back with one hand and closing them behind her. Naraku returned to sitting and gave a small sigh of content. His mouth curled in a smirk and he chuckled. It will be good to see you again...Rin.

Kanna walked with small footsteps, a slow pace a child could make. Her white hair was blown in her face as she moved to the place where Ryukotsusei once dwelled. She paused at the edge of great crater and moved her mirror to look in it. She murmured Masao's name and it showed his ship floating over an expanse of ocean. There was a slit of land ahead, which was Japan's coast. Kanna passed a white hand over the mirror, making it become blank. She turned the mirror over and moved her head back, looking up at the sky. Masao would arrive soon and Kanna would wait as Naraku had ordered. That was what she did. She obeyed Naraku because he had created her, he had brought her into this world, as nasty and depressed as it was. I will wait, Kanna said to herself, because Naraku told me to wait...And Naraku is my master.

Jinn growled, driving his sword into the opposing demon's belly. A gurgle came from the demon's mouth as blood poured from its mouth, dripping down its chin. Jerking his sword out of its belly, Jinn dashed up a tree, hoping that he could call for his master. Laying his sword on his knees as he sat, he touched the red beads around his wrist and sent a message out, It has begun, my lord. He hoped that would be enough for his master. As he lifted his sword, a tingle went through his head and he opened up his senses, allowing the returning message to ring through his mind, Kill them and allow no one to survive. Save Naraku for me. I'm coming and I intend on ripping him to shreds. Jinn shuddered at the hostile tone Lord Sesshomaru's voice had. Something had happened to make the youkai beyond pissed. He heard a hiss and Jinn whipped around, his blade slicing through a demon's throat. A screech sounded from it and it fell from the branches. When Jinn looked up, he felt his stomach dropped at the demons crawling towards him with malicious grins on their faces.

“Move!” A voice shouted to Jinn. Taking the chance, he jumped from the tree as Inuyasha's Bakuryuha exploded into the tree and demons. Painful shrieks came from the demons as they were obliterated by the sheer power of the Tetsusaiga. Jinn stood up from the ground he had hit upon jumping from the tree. Licking his lips, he looked to the hanyou with wide eyes. Inuyasha turned to Jinn with a frown on his lips, before he left the demon, returning to the other demons. Jinn had been told that Inuyasha was weaker than his master, but if that were true, how had his master's younger brother been able to rip through all those demons so easily? It could be just the sword, of course, but...somehow Jinn doubted it. These people who traveled with Inuyasha were more than what they seemed. They weren't as harmless as one would suspect.

Jaken felt sick to his stomach. Sesshomaru was in front of him and he was clinging to Ah-Un, for fear of being blown off. A small line of land was ahead of them and Jaken knew that they were almost to Japan. He normally didn't mind riding Ah-Un, but Sesshomaru refused to answer any of his questions or even look at him. The youkai was livid and Jaken could understand why. That demon had trespassed in Sesshomaru's territory without his permission and had stolen Rin from him. Jaken had come to the conclusion that, despite the fact that Rin was a human, she was very important to Sesshomaru. Jaken didn't really want to think further on the subject, because some of the questions that arose in his mind weren't particularly good ones.

Lord Sesshomaru is so worried for her, Jaken thought, peering up at the youkai's face. He looked angry, yes, but there was also the slightest glimmer of concern in his amber eyes. If the imp didn't know any better, he'd say that his master felt something a little more than just protection for Rin. But that's absurd! Jaken told himself in a scornful manner. My lord hardly gives anything more than a glance to women, let alone anyone. Besides, Rin probably looks at him as a fatherly figure probably. As Jaken pondered, he felt the Jinto-jo beginning to slip out of his thin fingers. Muttering a curse, he tightened his hold on the staff and clutched it to him.

“Jaken,” the youkai spoke up with an emotionless, cold tone. Sesshomaru had been thinking mutinous thoughts towards Naraku and the demon that had taken Rin from him. He needed to get to Naraku's castle soon and at this rate on Ah-Un, he might not make it in time. He would have to leave Jaken and let him fend for himself. Ah-Un would surely help Jaken, so he wasn't worried about whether his loyal servant would get killed.

“My lord...?” Jaken muttered, squinting up at him, feeling the rays of dawn beginning to wash over his small form.

“I am leaving now to go ahead.” Grabbing Jaken by the collar, he glared at him. “If you do not eventually show up at Naraku's castle...” He trailed off meaningfully and Jaken nodded rapidly, paling dramatically. Dropping Jaken on Ah-Un and moving off the creature, blue light surrounded him, before rounding into a sphere. Jaken sighed, taking Ah-Un's reins. He watched the blue sphere speed towards Japan.

Ah, well...At least I won't fall off now, Jaken thought in relief.

Rin woke up, sore in every part of her body. The last thing she remembered was having tea and tart from Julia. Now, however, she was tied up and lying on a hard, wooden floor. She blinked tiredly and sat up with difficulty. Her head spun and she dropped back to the floor, breathing in deep breaths, hoping that it might help her swimming head. She lay there for what it seemed like forever, when it was really maybe only five minutes. When she got over her dizziness, she sat up again, looking around her in confusion. Where am I? This isn't Lord Sesshomaru's house...

Rin scooted to the wall and forced herself to stand up. She hopped to the door and pressed her ear against it, listening intently. Silence met her and Rin looked down to see there was no doorknob in the inside. Swallowing, she turned around and took in her surroundings more carefully. The room was empty except for a blanket that she had been laying on and some hay in the corner. Neither would help her and Rin knew that the reason the room was so empty was because they didn't want her cutting her binds or getting out of the room somehow. Rin hopped back to the blanket and tumbled down to it. Sitting up, she nibbled on her lip in fear, before the door opened, revealing a particularly ugly demon. Staring up at him with wide eyes, Rin wondered if this was her captor.

He stalked towards her and brought out a dagger. Her jaw dropped in horror and she tried to crawl from him. He grabbed her legs and cut the bind. “Come,” he ordered, picking her up roughly. Rin stumbled beside him, her heart pounding in her chest. Lord Sesshomaru...Where are you? Please help me!

Kanna watched as the great ship floated to the crater and docked at the edge, where Kanna had been waiting for almost an hour now. The demon, Masao, stepped out. He had a single horn in the center of his head and was an ugly, ruddy color. His eyes were dark and his pupil was a light green. You could hardly discern it because of how small it was. He was an intimidating demon with his size, but he did not scare Kanna. He did, however, frighten the young child beside him. “I have brought the girl as Naraku asked,” he said to her. Kanna's black eyes moved to Rin, who was shivering, her knees trembling.

“Follow me,” Kanna said in her soft, whispery voice. She turned and led Masao and his prisoner to the castle. Masao looked outside the walls of the castle with mild interest, before tugging Rin along. She tripped over her own feet and would have fallen if Masao hadn't brought her to her feet with a jerk of her arm. Rin winced and looked up at him with a fearful look. As they came to the castle, Kanna turned and said, “The girl-child comes with me now.” Suspicion rose on Masao's face, but he nodded. “Help Kagura and Kohaku fight Inuyasha and his friends.” Masao grunted and left, removing his large-bladed swords from the sheaths on his back. Kanna took one hand from her mirror and with cold hands, took a hold on Rin's arm. She was gentler than Masao. Leading her through the corridors of the castle, Rin felt dread fall on her. She had no idea where she was or who she was going to see. Kanna released her arm and slid the doors open. She looked at Rin expectantly and swallowing, she entered, the doors shutting behind her.

Rin looked around, seeing mostly darkness. Movement came from the corner and Rin swallowed the lump in her throat, staring at the figure coming from the dark shadows. “Greetings, Rin,” a familiar voice murmured to her. Rin shrunk against the door as the figure approached her. It lifted a corner of the curtain on the window and her eyes widened, seeing that features of the man that had once been her master; Naraku. “It's been a long time.” Rin's lips trembled and he reached out to her, taking her shoulder, pulling her forward. He cut her bindings with a small dagger. He tossed it to the side and Rin scrambled away from him, running to the door. He intercepted her in one move and she backed away from him, not wanting to touch him.

“I've missed those late night engagements we had in England,” Naraku remarked, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look him in the eye. “It's enjoyable to see you sob, little one.” His eyes hardened and he pushed her away from him. She tripped over her feet, falling to the ground. “You're Sesshomaru's girl, now, aren't you?” He smiled, kneeling down, grabbing her ankle and dragging her forward to him. She yelped, trying to get out of his grasp. “Let's see what Sesshomaru will think when he finds his girl-child beneath me, shall we?” He cackled and tore her dress open. Clenching her eyes tight, Rin tried to block out the feeling of his hands, the feel of his breath caressing her face, and the words he whispered to her. She had forgotten about the things her ex-masters had done to her ever since she came into the hands of Sesshomaru. “Don't close your eyes, Rin,” he hissed, glaring down at her. Some of his black hair fell onto her face and her dark brown eyes shot open. “Better,” he said with a smile. His hand slid down her petite body only to end between her legs. A sob came from her throat, tears streaming down her face.

I don't want him to touch me like this! She thought, feeling his fingers enter her. I want Lord Sesshomaru! I want Lord Sesshomaru to come and save me! Please...please...

“Hiraikotsu!” Sango's Hiraikotsu smashed through the gates of the castle. Inuyasha went ahead of his companions, eagerness and irritation swirling in his blood. He couldn't wait to get his hands on Naraku and...

“Inuyasha!” Jinn shouted to him. The hanyou turned to see the demon following him, breathing hard. Blood covered the place where his eye once was. “You cannot kill Naraku! Lord Sesshomaru has told me it is his wish to be the one to destroy him.” Inuyasha looked at him in confusion. He didn't understand Jinn's words. Did he not know that Sesshomaru wasn't leaving England?

“Sesshomaru's not coming to Japan,” Inuyasha snapped at him. “He can't afford to leave England.”

“That's what you think,” Jinn retorted. “He has contacted me and sounded furious. He is coming to Japan and intends on killing Naraku. Whatever Naraku did, it's enough to make Lord Sesshomaru beyond pissed. You don't understand my master as well as I do. He's persistent and stubborn and in the state of rage he's in right now, he won't stop fighting until he has Naraku's head.” Inuyasha stared at him, surprised at the demon's words. Apparently he did know more than he did.

“I've been after Naraku longer than he has.” Inuyasha turned and hurried away, the others following him. Kagome seemed hesitant, but followed as well. Jinn watched them, frowning to himself. A bead of perspiration slid down the side of his face, before he swore viciously and hurried back outside of the castle walls.