InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Glass ❯ Changes ( Chapter 2 )

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WARNING: This chapter will contain yaoi, implied sex, brief nudity, blah, blah, blah, blah. If you don't like that type of thing, I suggest you retreat now while there's still time.

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Chapter 2: Changes

I drifted into consciousness quite contently. I was warm, covered with what felt like silken sheets, which were the only kind I allowed to dress my bed. I reached absently for my mate wishing to draw her closer. It was then that I noticed I was not in my bed, that what happened with Sesshoumaru was not a bad dream, but harsh reality.

I truly awoke then, covered in darkness. Yet my eyes cut through the blackness as if it was never there and I marveled in the acuteness of my sight.

It wasn't as if the sun shined on the room or anything like that but the shadows could not hide anything from my penetrating gaze.

I was in a bedroom covered in black. Black silk covered the windows, black furs covered the floors, and even the bed I lay upon was covered with black silken sheets.

And if my eyes were a wonder then my ears were awe-inspiring for I could clearly hear my heartbeats, which sounded like quiet thunder. If I concentrated, I could even hear the voices of others in another room even though what they were saying escaped me.

I recognized a few of the voices though, as having belonged to the missing soldiers. I also heard Sesshoumaru's baritone sounding above the rest, gaining their attention and aspiring their fear.

Yes, I could smell their fear and I briefly wondered how I knew what fear smelled like to identify it.

I didn't dwell on that thought however for so many bounced around in my head.

What had Sesshoumaru done to me?

~"Agreed. You will become like me. You will never grow old and never die. I will be your sire, as well as your lover, Inu".

"So be it".~

Yes, he made me like him. Somehow his blood had changed me.

My senses were now a marvel.

I felt strong, stronger than ten men, twenty maybe.

But was I strong enough to defeat my brother?

The thought saddened me even more, for common sense would tell me I'm not.

How could I be when Sesshoumaru's blood was the reason for my power?

My brother had to be ten times more powerful, if not more.

I felt like curling into a ball and hiding forever under those silken sheets.

Never had I felt so defeated.

I would have never guessed he was this strong, even though I always believed him to be a Youkai.

Yet now that I had demonic powers to compare his to…

I forced myself to get up and off of that bed that reeked of my brother's scent.

I paced the floor, a habit of mine, mindless of my nudity.

Adversity was like any other enemy.

If my father had taught me nothing else, he had taught me that.

All enemies could be conquered if only by sheer will alone and nothing was stronger than a conqueror with a strategy.

There was no way I could defeat Sesshoumaru physically, especially not now. But maybe, if I could find another power, other techniques that did not come from my brother, perhaps then I could defeat him.

I knew at best I was grasping at straws but it gave me hope.

And hope gave me will, a will to survive, and that will would get me through till the end.

I froze suddenly thinking I had caught a glimpse of my brother, mainly his hair, but I could not sense him near me.

I know what I saw though.

I turned surveying the room; everything was the same as it was when I woke.

The same darkness, the same mirror…

The mirror!

I ran to it not believing what I was seeing.

At first I though it to be an illusion, maybe some type of trickery.

Yet, the image didn't change, didn't waver, and I let out a panicked gasp.

There before me was the image of my brother, my image.

"What have you done to me?!!" I yelled only to receive no answer.

The image could not answer me.

A reflection cannot speak.

My reflection.

Gold eyes stared at me through the mirror.

Eyes so like my brother's yet different, wider, of lighter color.

Ironic, since now my brother's eyes were darker than mine when it had always been the other way around.

My midnight black hair, which had been envied by men and women alike for its brilliant color, was now stark white, if possible, even lighter than Sesshoumaru's.

My skin color still held its sun-darkened hue. At least I was still darker than Sesshoumaru in that aspect.

How often had I teased him when we were younger about his coloring?

My bleached demon brother, I would call him, tauntingly, referring to the substance the priests used to whiten their robes.

He would say nothing though, never showed any indication that my teasing bothered him.

But now, he had made me akin to him in every aspect, completely as he was, coloring and all.

I had lost myself when I gave into him.

He made sure I knew it.

I felt arms encircle my waist breaking me from my scrutiny of my reflection.

"Inuyasha, I see you have finally risen". My brother whispered into my ear.

"Sesshoumaru". I said with as much disdain as I could muster.

I tried to shake myself free from his grip.

Sesshoumaru chuckled at my efforts, and pressed himself even tighter against me, his now apparent arousal too close for comfort.

"Release me". I snarled and was surprised when he did as I commanded.

I whirled around quickly to face him and was surprised at how quickly he had pinned me to the wall beside the mirror.

He was so quick I had not even seen him move.

He smiled smugly down at me and grinded his hips into mine, his clothing the only barrier between us.

I hoped it remained that way.

"What did you do to me, Sesshoumaru?" I asked in forced calmness trying to ignore his roaming hands. My hands were between us, on his chest. I was pushing him, or at least trying to push him, for in fact I could not even budge him. Yet, I kept trying, with all my strength, even though he had even more strength.

It is not in my nature to give in without a fight. I had gone against my nature once; I knew I couldn't fight it again.

"You are determined, I will give you that". He said referring to my futile struggling.

"I think that is why I love you so, my Inu".

I hated how he stressed the "my" only reminding me of where I stood.

"You cannot love". I said glaring into those now darker orbs of his.

"Youkai cannot love, it isn't possible".

Sesshoumaru looked almost hurt for a moment, more like a second.

Imagine that, me hurt his feelings.

The bastard didn't have any feelings.

I smirked, liking the fact that I could hurt him if only in a small way.

"I can love". He said a dark look encompassing his face.

"I can love most fervently as you will soon see".

He punctuated that statement by running his hands sensuously down my sides.

I silently cursed myself for not looking for clothing when I first woke.

"But first I will answer your question, Inu. I did as I said I would. You are now like me. You call me demon, brother, yet now you are half, a hanyou. Fitting, don't you think?"

"So, did you find it 'fitting' to change my hair and eye color as well, Sesshoumaru? Did you think it as revenge to give me the coloring I always ridiculed you for having?"

My brother's laughter filled the air.

It was funny and I almost laughed from the realization that I had never seen him laugh or smile as often as he had since the night he took me.

Sad, really, how pathetic my situation had became.

I was an amusement for my brother, a toy to play with.

If the toy were to be my role, then so be it.

I would play his game for now, as much as it sickened me to do so.

Yet when my turn came, I would make sure I was last one standing, when our game ended.

And eventually our game would end.

All things did.

"Even I do not know why your coloring changed, Inu. I would not have changed it, would not have even tried. Black suited you, brother. But I do like this".

He fingered my hair gently.

"It makes you look exotic."

"But…" He quieted me before I could even finish my sentence, his tongue gliding past my parted lips to spar with my own.

Before I knew it, his clothing was gone.

How he undressed was a mystery, for never did his lips leave mine.

"Enough talk". He said breaking the kiss that left me gasping for air.

"I have given you your answers, Inu, now you will give me something in return".

And he proceeded to acquire what I had agreed to give him when he came to me in the dead of night, to take me away from my mate and son.

The years passed swiftly and we passed along with them. My brother added to his group as we drifted from one kingdom or village to the next. Yet never did he allow us to make any demons. He told me, as I was the only one to which he would explain his actions, that in order to control those he created he had to control who was made.

He could not do that if his creations made creations of their own.

It made sense, especially when days after my changing, I began to crave blood.

Not just any type of blood, though I have been able to get by on animal blood when necessary, but human blood.

It filled my dreams with such intensity that I began to become obsessed.

When I tried to feed from Sesshoumaru during one of our "sessions" he decided it was time to introduce me to what I truly was.

A killer.

A killer which had to feed off of the very humanity that I had given up in order to live.

I hated him then, with such passion that I felt I would die from it.

But, as Sesshoumaru told me when I, in a particularly sharing mood, revealed to him my true feelings, hate and love are reflections of each other.

Both are passionate, both can lead to pain, even death.

One can lead to the other.

He told me to hate him, for then I would only love him later.

Hm, as if.

Sesshoumaru was the devil to me, the king of all lies.

His pretty words did not faze me, there was no way in the nine hells that I would ever feel anything other than hate for him.

I could despise Sesshoumaru all I wanted, but I could not help but revel in my first taste of human blood.

It was unlike anything I'd ever had before.

The sensation of it was true bliss.

I soon became addicted to it, the taste and the feelings it produced, like one becomes addicted to drugs.

I began to kill freely, taking out my frustrations with my brother on the humans I fed from.

It was easy to unleash all of my anger, my hatred, on beings weaker than me.

Each victim carried the face of my brother.

Yet as I killed them, I killed myself, or the humanity I had left in me.

I knew if I didn't get away from my brother and his merry bunch of blood suckers soon, I would lose myself even more than I already had.

It was a shame it took me fifty years to realize that.

My grandson was now Pharaoh.

My son had died a year before.

I was there, at my grandson's crowning, the morning he was named Pharaoh, even though I did not live in Siena anymore.

I had journeyed back, during one of the rare moments Sesshoumaru gave me time alone.

I was amazed at how much he looked like I did when I was human.

My beloved Siena had changed drastically since I ruled it. Pyramids rose from the ground in infinite splendor, the population had increased ten fold, and even the religion had changed, Ra being the supreme god.

Yet I had not changed, not since Sesshoumaru changed me, none of us had.

We were unnatural.

Our time had passed yet we refused to go with it.

Yet I digress.

I went to my brother, knowing it was time for me to put my plan into action.

I had to get stronger and I had heard of a land that taught fighting skills unlike any imagined before.

I would travel to that land but I had to travel alone.

As Sesshoumaru lay beside me, having sated his hunger for my body, I asked could I leave.

"Where do you plan to go?" He asked running his fingers through my waist length hair.

"To a place called Japan. It has enchanted me, this place. I've heard tales of beauty and intrigue." I replied the lies falling effortlessly from my tongue.

It was fascinating how easily I could lie.

Well I had learned from the best, my brother.

I knew not to lie about where I was going. My brother had an uncanny ability to locate us, his creations.

He was always able to sense me, and I him, even before I was changed.

"Why must you go alone?"

"You told me you would give me whatever I wanted, remember Sesshoumaru."

"I want to explore this land alone. Anyway, weren't you planning on traveling west in search of that powerful hunter?" I said bringing up his current obsession.

The Demon Hunter had become legendary amongst the Youkai.

This hunter, or Veda, as she was called in our tongue, was known to be more powerful than a horde of demons.

My brother wanted to kill her, or change her, whichever suited his mood.

"Yes, but I thought you would come with me. It could take years to find her."

"I know that, come on Sesshoumaru, it's not like you don't have plenty of lovers to keep you company. Let me go, I will come back to you".

I said trying to bend his will with my stare, which I doubted would work. My powers of persuasion had grown with time.

I could lure prey with just a look, which kept me from having to kill as often.

He grabbed my chin pulling me into a passionate kiss.

"I know you will come back to me, I still hold the lives of your lineage in my hands. Yet, I am the only real family you have left, Inu, my Inu."

I knew he said this just to draw out my rage, to uncover the mask I wore hiding my feelings.

I knew the game he was playing, had long ago familiarized myself with the rules.

"Of course." I said with exaggerated sweetness.

"I will always come back to you, Maru. I am not nearly finished with you, dear brother".

I kissed him lightly. Hardly did I ever initiate contact with him, so I knew the act surprised him.

"Hm, I will allow it then. Remember that wherever you go, I can find you."

He again pulled me into his embrace, sealing his words with his actions.

I meant what I said though.

I will never be finished with my brother.

Not until his blood runs cold in my hands.

OK!! Hope you likey.

I've been out of town and now schools in session. I'll try to update as frequently as possible, every week or every other week.

Q & A:

Spellbound: I'm sorry you feel that way but if you had read the disclaimer in the prologue, you would have seen that I clearly stated the where I got the idea for this fic. My fic will not be as predictable as you think though. It is highly inspired by "The Last Vampire" and "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" but believe me it's not a rewrite. For future reference, Spellbound, try to read the ANs or disclaimers before you accuse a person of blatantly infringing on another's work. That's a serious accusation and we write disclaimers to avoid the repercussions.

Sorry for rambling guys.

Kittydemon: I'll keep that in mind!! :)

Yumi-no-baka: Aurelia isn't a main character. The next chapter should fully answer your question though.

Djibril: Don't worry the I/K will come soon promise.

Goddess of Death: It's gold and white all the way (I love him that way too) ;P

Bobbie: There'll be more Sesshoumaru bad boy goodness, don't worry.

Watermelon: Got the idea from "The Last Vampire" book series by Christopher Pike (Check it out, it's a good read) and "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". Mix these two elements with Inuyasha anime series and you have my inspiration.

Cataluna: My sex scenes are tame most of the time. There are exceptions though. I'll try to keep them as tasteful as possible.

Demon Blade: You're right!!

Jade: Yeah, the idea came mostly from "The Last Vampire" book series by Christopher Pike.