InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tangled In Love ❯ Hostage ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Jesachi 
Kagome has gone home for a bit. Inuyasha and Miroku are assigned to an extermination mission on the Western Shore.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure / Action / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.26.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 316 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome has gone home for a bit. Inuyasha and Miroku are assigned to an extermination mission on the Western Shore.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure / Action / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.26.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 316 | Status: Work In Progress
~Chapter One~
Hostage
She was gone and his forest wept with loneliness.
Inuyasha sat perched in his tree, Goshinboku , digging his claws aimlessly into the wood under his legs. It seemed that he spent more and more time here, in this tree, than doing anything else lately. He felt useless now, having no demons to hunt, no Jewel Shards to seek. And the feeling of uselessness only intensified when Kagome decided that she needed to go feel more `civilized' in her era.
`Stupid girl,' he grumbled in his head, gouging at the wood, making deeper the marks he had put into this particular tree branch over the years, `She should be here.' but really, he could think of no reason that she should be here, save him, of course. But that wasn't a decent enough reason, even for him. It wasn't like she was going to be needed much longer in this era and the thought made his ears droop.
`You hate the idea of never seeing her again,' the youkai voice in his head taunted him, `Face it, you're terrified every time she leaves your sight, every time she goes to her time because you fear that it will be the last time that you see her.'
Inuyasha scoffed, `Feh, like I care,' he attempted to convince himself, `I ain't afraid of nothing.'
`Then you wanna explain why your heart is beating fast and you're ready to bolt to the well to make sure that it's still open?'
The hanyou gave a mulish face, but offered no reply.
“Inuyasha?”
Inuyasha flicked his ears, but the rest of his body gave no indication that he heard Miroku calling his name. He waited, listening for the monk's approach, hearing the light tinkling of the staff he always carried. It was a matter of seconds before the monk made his appearance.
“I know you're up there, Inuyasha,” Miroku continued, stopping at the base of the tree and peering up through the leaves. He obviously couldn't see the hanyou due to the dense foliage, “Come down here. I have a letter requesting some demon extermination.”
That's what they had been demeaned down to; petty demon exterminators. They had gone from hunting, battling and defeating the most powerful youkai ever known to exterminating infesations of rat and bug youkai. It was degrading, in his opinion. He had expressed some form of his feeling on it to Kagome one day- one of the rare days they sat in this tree together- but she had simply reassured him that this was a noble profession and a great way to put his particular set of skills to good use. He had scoffed at her, of course.
Inuyasha leapt down from the branch, standing in front of the monk who was waving the letter idly in front of him. The hanyou snatched the letter away and scanned it quickly. He glared at Miroku when the monk starting chuckling at him.
“What?” he growled.
“I had no idea that you could actually read,” the monk chuckled lightly.
“Of course I can read!” Inuyasha exclaimed, turning back to the letter. His mother had taught him how to read and Kikyou had helped him a little too, what brief time they did spend together. Of course, he couldn't read Kagome's textbooks, but he could read other stuff.
“The western shore?” he inquired, handing the letter back to Miroku and folding his hands in his gracious sleeves, “That's a bit of a journey, huh?”
“Well, with just the two of us, we could make it in a little under a week, I would imagine.”
The hanyou nodded, casually glancing at the direction of the well, the direction that Kagome usually came from. She had said that she would be back in a couple of days and it had only been one, so he shouldn't be looking for her, but he couldn't help himself, “Is Sango not coming with us?”
“No,” Miroku replied, “She said that she would like to wait for Kagome to come back and she doesn't want to be too far away from Kohaku just yet. He's just barely starting to get up and move around for a couple of hours.”
Again, Inuyasha nodded, “So when do we leave?”
“Whenever you'd like,” Miroku shrugged.
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“Mistress, the demon exterminators are here,” one of the shrine maidens gracefully bowed at the doorway behind the flimsy screen.
Demon Sorceress Samara sighed heavily as she finished cutting and wrapping another shikigami. She had a rather large collection of them now, all encircled with one single hair of a demon she had come across over the years. With a quick spell, the shikigami would take the form of the demon. She smiled. It could prove to be quite an excellent distraction for the hanyou and his friends.
Inuyasha sat perched in his tree, Goshinboku , digging his claws aimlessly into the wood under his legs. It seemed that he spent more and more time here, in this tree, than doing anything else lately. He felt useless now, having no demons to hunt, no Jewel Shards to seek. And the feeling of uselessness only intensified when Kagome decided that she needed to go feel more `civilized' in her era.
`Stupid girl,' he grumbled in his head, gouging at the wood, making deeper the marks he had put into this particular tree branch over the years, `She should be here.' but really, he could think of no reason that she should be here, save him, of course. But that wasn't a decent enough reason, even for him. It wasn't like she was going to be needed much longer in this era and the thought made his ears droop.
`You hate the idea of never seeing her again,' the youkai voice in his head taunted him, `Face it, you're terrified every time she leaves your sight, every time she goes to her time because you fear that it will be the last time that you see her.'
Inuyasha scoffed, `Feh, like I care,' he attempted to convince himself, `I ain't afraid of nothing.'
`Then you wanna explain why your heart is beating fast and you're ready to bolt to the well to make sure that it's still open?'
The hanyou gave a mulish face, but offered no reply.
“Inuyasha?”
Inuyasha flicked his ears, but the rest of his body gave no indication that he heard Miroku calling his name. He waited, listening for the monk's approach, hearing the light tinkling of the staff he always carried. It was a matter of seconds before the monk made his appearance.
“I know you're up there, Inuyasha,” Miroku continued, stopping at the base of the tree and peering up through the leaves. He obviously couldn't see the hanyou due to the dense foliage, “Come down here. I have a letter requesting some demon extermination.”
That's what they had been demeaned down to; petty demon exterminators. They had gone from hunting, battling and defeating the most powerful youkai ever known to exterminating infesations of rat and bug youkai. It was degrading, in his opinion. He had expressed some form of his feeling on it to Kagome one day- one of the rare days they sat in this tree together- but she had simply reassured him that this was a noble profession and a great way to put his particular set of skills to good use. He had scoffed at her, of course.
Inuyasha leapt down from the branch, standing in front of the monk who was waving the letter idly in front of him. The hanyou snatched the letter away and scanned it quickly. He glared at Miroku when the monk starting chuckling at him.
“What?” he growled.
“I had no idea that you could actually read,” the monk chuckled lightly.
“Of course I can read!” Inuyasha exclaimed, turning back to the letter. His mother had taught him how to read and Kikyou had helped him a little too, what brief time they did spend together. Of course, he couldn't read Kagome's textbooks, but he could read other stuff.
“The western shore?” he inquired, handing the letter back to Miroku and folding his hands in his gracious sleeves, “That's a bit of a journey, huh?”
“Well, with just the two of us, we could make it in a little under a week, I would imagine.”
The hanyou nodded, casually glancing at the direction of the well, the direction that Kagome usually came from. She had said that she would be back in a couple of days and it had only been one, so he shouldn't be looking for her, but he couldn't help himself, “Is Sango not coming with us?”
“No,” Miroku replied, “She said that she would like to wait for Kagome to come back and she doesn't want to be too far away from Kohaku just yet. He's just barely starting to get up and move around for a couple of hours.”
Again, Inuyasha nodded, “So when do we leave?”
“Whenever you'd like,” Miroku shrugged.
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“Mistress, the demon exterminators are here,” one of the shrine maidens gracefully bowed at the doorway behind the flimsy screen.
Demon Sorceress Samara sighed heavily as she finished cutting and wrapping another shikigami. She had a rather large collection of them now, all encircled with one single hair of a demon she had come across over the years. With a quick spell, the shikigami would take the form of the demon. She smiled. It could prove to be quite an excellent distraction for the hanyou and his friends.
Unfortunately, the useless hanyou had not decided to bring along the miko he was so fond of and it certainly hindered her original plan. No mind, though. She had a back up that was most definitely much more dramatic. And it involved the miko coming to her anyway.
She had been watching this unlikely group, waiting, biding her time. She knew it was only a small matter of time before they overcame the youkai Naraku and then, she began to plan for her own adventures. The nearly whole Shikon Notama was a most excellent motivator.
“Send Lady Suki to greet them,” Sorceress Samara instructed the shrine maiden, meaning her human second-in-command, “Lead them into the courtyard so that they may take care of our little… infestation.”
“Yes, milady,” the shrine maiden left. Samara turned and glanced into her bowl of water next to her, her looking glass, her scrying tool. She watched, a smile on her face, as the monk and the hanyou approached her castle, standing, guards up, stances very alert. The hanyou had one hand resting on his sword and it delighted her to see that he brought it, not that she didn't think that he wouldn't. She knew very clearly what happened to him should he neglect his sword. In fact, she counted on it.
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It had indeed taken days for them to get here. The shrine was situated above a small village on a cliff, with the ocean at its back. A young shrine maiden came to fetch them, leading them through the dwelling to a large courtyard in the back. Inuyasha was mildly surprised that Miroku held his tongue and kept his hands to himself. Then again, the monk had been much more reasonable around women since he finally told Sango that he loved her.
“I don't like the way this place smells,” the hanyou commented low to Miroku, his hand laying casually on his sword, his eyes shifting back and forth restlessly.
“I agree,” Miroku replied, “There is a very ominous aura laying over this place. I'm thinking there is something larger here than a simple infestation.”
“A trap?” Inuyasha whispered back, eyes watching, calculating as they passed a group of chattering shrine maidens.
“I would suggest that we stay on our guard,” the monk suggested, his answer elusive yet Inuyasha got the point nonetheless.
“Thank you for coming, exterminators,” a young woman greeted them just before they entered the courtyard. She was young, her face still round with youth. It was easy to assume that she was the head of the household, because of the lengthy and elegant kimono she wore and her long hair trailed down her back, It brought to life old memories Inuyasha had long buried of his childhood, surrounded by women like this, pampered and cared for. His mother had been one of them.
“I'm terribly sorry for the long journey that you have made for us,” she continued sweetly, “I am Suki, the mistress of this shrine. I would like to offer you food and a place to sleep tonight once you get rid of our little problem? I'm afraid the shrine maidens are terribly frightened of venturing into the courtyard to gather from our gardens and water well.”
Miroku held up his hand, “Just lead the way, milady, and we can address this problem of yours.”
She smiled, “Thank you very much. Please,” she gestured her hand out towards the courtyard, “Right out there, if you would.”
Miroku led the way out to the luscious courtyard, Inuyasha following close. No sooner had they stepped out onto the grass than did a large, and rather ugly rat youkai came bursting out from underneath the porch, screaming and spitting. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as Miroku made quick work of the demon.
“What is this?” Miroku asked suddenly, sparking the hanyou's attention. He held up a half of piece of paper, the other half of which was floating to the ground.
Inuyasha stepped closer to investigate. He had seen these things before, little paper spirits. He had become familiar with them when the group had trailed after the dark miko Tsubaki and her little shrine maidens had made use of these things.
“Shikigami?” he asked, pulling the hair off the little doll and smelling it, “Rat youkai hair…”
He and Miroku, like the team that they could be, suddenly turned back to back and circled, taking in every angle of the courtyard. They had been lured into a trap; it was plainly obvious to both of them.
An artificial gust of wind ripped through the courtyard. Suddenly, the pair was barraged by hundreds of paper shikigami, which continually popped into a plethora of different demons. Inuyasha drew his sword as the youkai came straight for them. He sliced and diced and every time he cut through one, the two halves of the paper shikigami would fall to the ground, useless.
“It's times like these that I wish I still had my Wind Tunnel,” Miroku shouted, throwing out sutras at a handful of youkai. The shikigami exploded.
“They're coming out of the woodwork,” Inuyasha replied, heaving his sword and swinging around, “Ya kill one and more come out,” he whipped his sword up, “Kaze no Kizu!” he shouted, taking out half the youkai and most of the courtyard with his sword. But it was brief reprieve, as soon as he slaughtered them, more paper spirits came flooding out of the screens surrounding them.
“What is the meaning of this?” Miroku exclaimed, twirling his staff rapidly and releasing a blast of spiritual energy.
“Freeze!” came a strong feminine voice from somewhere beyond the screens. Instantly, everything stopped, the shikigami fell to the ground in a heap of useless paper and Inuyasha and Miroku were frozen still at her command, their limbs and joints rendered useless.
A woman made her way out into the courtyard, holding up one of her hands palm-out. She was dressed in black and white kimono, her long white hair trailing nearly to the back of her knees and her red eyes gleamed in delight.
“A sorceress…” Miroku announced, struggling without avail against the magic holding his body.
“A youkai sorceress…” Inuyasha growled, struggling as well against the magic she wielded, “What the hell do you want from us? I'm gonna kill you when I get free.”
She waved her other hand and the paper was swept away, back behind the screens, “I don't think so, hanyou,” she chuckled darkly, approaching them slowly, “That was an excellent display of fighting. I thank you heartily for the show,” she snapped her fingers and a handful of male and female miko came out of the screens, surrounding the pair.
“My name is Samara and unfortunately neither of you have what I'm after, exactly,” she tapped under Inuyasha's chin, which in return he snapped his teeth at her. She drew her hand back quickly with a grin. Her eyes drifted down to the sword that lay on the ground where he dropped it, “But no matter, I created a back up plan,” she leaned down to pick up the blade, but the sword's barrier against a youkai touch stayed her hand, “You turn into a full youkai without the protection of your sword, is that right, Inuyasha?”
He glared at her, “What's it to you?” he spat, “And how do you know my name?”
“I know everything about you, Inuyasha… and Miroku the monk,” she smiled, turning her eyes to Miroku briefly before resting them back on Inuyasha, “I'm been watching you, see, I've been following your party for some time now. Sango, the youkai exterminator, and Shippou, the kitsune kit and of course, young Kagome, the miko with the Shikon Notama,” she clucked her tongue, “You protect her so fiercely, Inuyasha, it's a wonder you left her in the village.”
“What do you want with Kagome? If you are after the Jewel, I swear to god, I'll kill you before you touch her,” his mouth was dry with the idea that if this youkai had been watching them, then she knew that Kagome was unprotected in the village while he had been stupidly lured here.
She waved a hand dismissively, “I'm not going after Kagome, you silly half-breed. Besides, I know she is not there. She went through the well not twenty-four hours ago, wherever that takes her.”
Both Inuyasha and Miroku cursed colorfully, making a smile appear on her face. She gestured and a male miko came over and picked up the Tetsusaiga, the barrier allowing a human to pick it up. She pulled the scabbard off his hip and the sword was sheathed and wrapped in a ceremonial white cloth.
“What are you doing? Give that back, you bitch,” Inuyasha snarled angrily, watching as the male miko took the sword out of his immediate sight.
Samara chuckled, “No, I don't think I will. It shall serve as a message, see,” she snapped her fingers again and a handful of miko bound Miroku, who struggled fiercely.
“No, what are you doing? Leave him alone! Miroku!” Inuyasha shouted, renewing his struggle against the binding magic, but his efforts were in vain.
“Take the monk away. Do what you would like to him, but make sure he still breathes. And leave the sword with him. He can take it back to the village as proof that I have Inuyasha in a very precarious and desperate state.” they started to drag a struggling Miroku away, taking the staff and the sword with him. Just before the group of males disappeared beyond the screen, there was a resounding crack of elbow hitting skull and they trailed a now unconscious monk away from a very furious hanyou.
“I hate you and I don't even know you,” Inuyasha growled low, his whole body trembling in anger. He could feel heat racing along his bloodstream and he knew instinctively that without his sword, he was very, dangerously close to turning. But he couldn't afford to do that, less he lose his soul.
“Yes, yes, I can sense you are turning. How marvelous, a hanyou who turns youkai when he senses that he is in great danger.” she whispered low, standing very close to him so she could breathe in his ear, “However, it's not you I would worry about, Inuyasha. I plan on having you slay your precious Kagome and extracting the Shikon Notama for me. How excellent will that be, for her to be killed by the only man she has ever loved and trusted. A tragic tale, really, considering that you don't deserve her, you filthy half breed.”
With a quick incantation, she removed the prayer beads from his neck, “She uses these to have a great power over you. I shall not allow that.”
He could feel his blood pressure soar, his heart race and he knew that he was rapidly losing himself to that dark corner of his mind, the black part of his soul, “I wouldn't dream of hurting Kagome,” he snarled, his voice pitching deeper as his fangs lengthened and flooded his mouth.
She had been watching this unlikely group, waiting, biding her time. She knew it was only a small matter of time before they overcame the youkai Naraku and then, she began to plan for her own adventures. The nearly whole Shikon Notama was a most excellent motivator.
“Send Lady Suki to greet them,” Sorceress Samara instructed the shrine maiden, meaning her human second-in-command, “Lead them into the courtyard so that they may take care of our little… infestation.”
“Yes, milady,” the shrine maiden left. Samara turned and glanced into her bowl of water next to her, her looking glass, her scrying tool. She watched, a smile on her face, as the monk and the hanyou approached her castle, standing, guards up, stances very alert. The hanyou had one hand resting on his sword and it delighted her to see that he brought it, not that she didn't think that he wouldn't. She knew very clearly what happened to him should he neglect his sword. In fact, she counted on it.
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It had indeed taken days for them to get here. The shrine was situated above a small village on a cliff, with the ocean at its back. A young shrine maiden came to fetch them, leading them through the dwelling to a large courtyard in the back. Inuyasha was mildly surprised that Miroku held his tongue and kept his hands to himself. Then again, the monk had been much more reasonable around women since he finally told Sango that he loved her.
“I don't like the way this place smells,” the hanyou commented low to Miroku, his hand laying casually on his sword, his eyes shifting back and forth restlessly.
“I agree,” Miroku replied, “There is a very ominous aura laying over this place. I'm thinking there is something larger here than a simple infestation.”
“A trap?” Inuyasha whispered back, eyes watching, calculating as they passed a group of chattering shrine maidens.
“I would suggest that we stay on our guard,” the monk suggested, his answer elusive yet Inuyasha got the point nonetheless.
“Thank you for coming, exterminators,” a young woman greeted them just before they entered the courtyard. She was young, her face still round with youth. It was easy to assume that she was the head of the household, because of the lengthy and elegant kimono she wore and her long hair trailed down her back, It brought to life old memories Inuyasha had long buried of his childhood, surrounded by women like this, pampered and cared for. His mother had been one of them.
“I'm terribly sorry for the long journey that you have made for us,” she continued sweetly, “I am Suki, the mistress of this shrine. I would like to offer you food and a place to sleep tonight once you get rid of our little problem? I'm afraid the shrine maidens are terribly frightened of venturing into the courtyard to gather from our gardens and water well.”
Miroku held up his hand, “Just lead the way, milady, and we can address this problem of yours.”
She smiled, “Thank you very much. Please,” she gestured her hand out towards the courtyard, “Right out there, if you would.”
Miroku led the way out to the luscious courtyard, Inuyasha following close. No sooner had they stepped out onto the grass than did a large, and rather ugly rat youkai came bursting out from underneath the porch, screaming and spitting. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as Miroku made quick work of the demon.
“What is this?” Miroku asked suddenly, sparking the hanyou's attention. He held up a half of piece of paper, the other half of which was floating to the ground.
Inuyasha stepped closer to investigate. He had seen these things before, little paper spirits. He had become familiar with them when the group had trailed after the dark miko Tsubaki and her little shrine maidens had made use of these things.
“Shikigami?” he asked, pulling the hair off the little doll and smelling it, “Rat youkai hair…”
He and Miroku, like the team that they could be, suddenly turned back to back and circled, taking in every angle of the courtyard. They had been lured into a trap; it was plainly obvious to both of them.
An artificial gust of wind ripped through the courtyard. Suddenly, the pair was barraged by hundreds of paper shikigami, which continually popped into a plethora of different demons. Inuyasha drew his sword as the youkai came straight for them. He sliced and diced and every time he cut through one, the two halves of the paper shikigami would fall to the ground, useless.
“It's times like these that I wish I still had my Wind Tunnel,” Miroku shouted, throwing out sutras at a handful of youkai. The shikigami exploded.
“They're coming out of the woodwork,” Inuyasha replied, heaving his sword and swinging around, “Ya kill one and more come out,” he whipped his sword up, “Kaze no Kizu!” he shouted, taking out half the youkai and most of the courtyard with his sword. But it was brief reprieve, as soon as he slaughtered them, more paper spirits came flooding out of the screens surrounding them.
“What is the meaning of this?” Miroku exclaimed, twirling his staff rapidly and releasing a blast of spiritual energy.
“Freeze!” came a strong feminine voice from somewhere beyond the screens. Instantly, everything stopped, the shikigami fell to the ground in a heap of useless paper and Inuyasha and Miroku were frozen still at her command, their limbs and joints rendered useless.
A woman made her way out into the courtyard, holding up one of her hands palm-out. She was dressed in black and white kimono, her long white hair trailing nearly to the back of her knees and her red eyes gleamed in delight.
“A sorceress…” Miroku announced, struggling without avail against the magic holding his body.
“A youkai sorceress…” Inuyasha growled, struggling as well against the magic she wielded, “What the hell do you want from us? I'm gonna kill you when I get free.”
She waved her other hand and the paper was swept away, back behind the screens, “I don't think so, hanyou,” she chuckled darkly, approaching them slowly, “That was an excellent display of fighting. I thank you heartily for the show,” she snapped her fingers and a handful of male and female miko came out of the screens, surrounding the pair.
“My name is Samara and unfortunately neither of you have what I'm after, exactly,” she tapped under Inuyasha's chin, which in return he snapped his teeth at her. She drew her hand back quickly with a grin. Her eyes drifted down to the sword that lay on the ground where he dropped it, “But no matter, I created a back up plan,” she leaned down to pick up the blade, but the sword's barrier against a youkai touch stayed her hand, “You turn into a full youkai without the protection of your sword, is that right, Inuyasha?”
He glared at her, “What's it to you?” he spat, “And how do you know my name?”
“I know everything about you, Inuyasha… and Miroku the monk,” she smiled, turning her eyes to Miroku briefly before resting them back on Inuyasha, “I'm been watching you, see, I've been following your party for some time now. Sango, the youkai exterminator, and Shippou, the kitsune kit and of course, young Kagome, the miko with the Shikon Notama,” she clucked her tongue, “You protect her so fiercely, Inuyasha, it's a wonder you left her in the village.”
“What do you want with Kagome? If you are after the Jewel, I swear to god, I'll kill you before you touch her,” his mouth was dry with the idea that if this youkai had been watching them, then she knew that Kagome was unprotected in the village while he had been stupidly lured here.
She waved a hand dismissively, “I'm not going after Kagome, you silly half-breed. Besides, I know she is not there. She went through the well not twenty-four hours ago, wherever that takes her.”
Both Inuyasha and Miroku cursed colorfully, making a smile appear on her face. She gestured and a male miko came over and picked up the Tetsusaiga, the barrier allowing a human to pick it up. She pulled the scabbard off his hip and the sword was sheathed and wrapped in a ceremonial white cloth.
“What are you doing? Give that back, you bitch,” Inuyasha snarled angrily, watching as the male miko took the sword out of his immediate sight.
Samara chuckled, “No, I don't think I will. It shall serve as a message, see,” she snapped her fingers again and a handful of miko bound Miroku, who struggled fiercely.
“No, what are you doing? Leave him alone! Miroku!” Inuyasha shouted, renewing his struggle against the binding magic, but his efforts were in vain.
“Take the monk away. Do what you would like to him, but make sure he still breathes. And leave the sword with him. He can take it back to the village as proof that I have Inuyasha in a very precarious and desperate state.” they started to drag a struggling Miroku away, taking the staff and the sword with him. Just before the group of males disappeared beyond the screen, there was a resounding crack of elbow hitting skull and they trailed a now unconscious monk away from a very furious hanyou.
“I hate you and I don't even know you,” Inuyasha growled low, his whole body trembling in anger. He could feel heat racing along his bloodstream and he knew instinctively that without his sword, he was very, dangerously close to turning. But he couldn't afford to do that, less he lose his soul.
“Yes, yes, I can sense you are turning. How marvelous, a hanyou who turns youkai when he senses that he is in great danger.” she whispered low, standing very close to him so she could breathe in his ear, “However, it's not you I would worry about, Inuyasha. I plan on having you slay your precious Kagome and extracting the Shikon Notama for me. How excellent will that be, for her to be killed by the only man she has ever loved and trusted. A tragic tale, really, considering that you don't deserve her, you filthy half breed.”
With a quick incantation, she removed the prayer beads from his neck, “She uses these to have a great power over you. I shall not allow that.”
He could feel his blood pressure soar, his heart race and he knew that he was rapidly losing himself to that dark corner of his mind, the black part of his soul, “I wouldn't dream of hurting Kagome,” he snarled, his voice pitching deeper as his fangs lengthened and flooded his mouth.
Even in his demon form, he recognized her. He knew that he could be completely lost from this world and he would recognize her.
Sorceress Samara chuckled again, grabbing his face. He tried to bite her again, but she held him fast and stroked his cheek with a long-nailed finger, tracing the markings that were beginning to appear. She breathed in the change of his scent, relished in it, in fact. He was turning and soon, there would be no way for him to come back from it.
“You will, Inuyasha and after you are through dancing around in her entrails, I'll kill you and your friends myself,” with a blast of magic, she knocked him unconscious, limp. His aura pulsated, demanding that he wake up and save himself. With another quick incantation, she placed the prayer beads back over his head. Now, now she controlled him.
“Take him to the dungeons, quickly, before he wakes and kills you. Secure him with the sutras and create a spiritual barrier around him so he cannot escape,” as her hand maidens and miko dragged away the hanyou, she chuckled darkly to herself once more. It would only be a matter of weeks now, before the miko Kagome came seeking her precious hanyou. Yes, yes, her plan was working out remarkably smooth.
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He wasn't sure how many days had gone by since that day at the shrine with the demon sorceress. All he remembered was being dragged out of the courtyard, struggling fiercely against the bonds that held him and the hands that pulled at his robes. He remembered seeing a furious Inuyasha and fearing for his friend before the world went dark. He remembered waking up later in the forest, beaten so badly he could hardly stand, but somehow, he had made it to a local village. He didn't recall much after that.
He had woken up not hours ago at the local shrine, being tended to by some male mikos. Beside him lay his staff, which he had used as a crutch, and the Tetsusaiga, which made his throat close up in fright. He had to get back to Sango and Kagome quickly. Inuyasha's soul was in danger of being overtaken by his youkai nature.
“How long have I been here?” he asked, his voice weak and reedy.
“Eight days, lord monk,” one of the miko replied, slathering a balm over Miroku's back, “You were in right shape when you came stumbling into the village.”
“I have to leave,” Miroku insisted, attempting to brush off the male and stand. He failed.
“You cannot, m'lord,” came the reply, “You are not fit to travel.”
“But I must, please,” Miroku nearly begged, “I must return to my village. A friend of mine is in great danger…”
“You won't be doing them any favors by going out in this condition,” the miko told him sternly, “You need to rest and let your wounds heal.”
The monk wanted to argue fervently, but a great tiredness overcame him and soon, he was sleeping once again.
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More days had gone by, more days than he cared to dwell on, before he made it back to the village. His staff was his crutch and Inuyasha's sword was strapped across his back so as not to lose it. After so many days of travelling endlessly and lacking sleep, his strength was wearing extremely thin.
“Kagome!” he shouted desperately, “Sango!”
Sorceress Samara chuckled again, grabbing his face. He tried to bite her again, but she held him fast and stroked his cheek with a long-nailed finger, tracing the markings that were beginning to appear. She breathed in the change of his scent, relished in it, in fact. He was turning and soon, there would be no way for him to come back from it.
“You will, Inuyasha and after you are through dancing around in her entrails, I'll kill you and your friends myself,” with a blast of magic, she knocked him unconscious, limp. His aura pulsated, demanding that he wake up and save himself. With another quick incantation, she placed the prayer beads back over his head. Now, now she controlled him.
“Take him to the dungeons, quickly, before he wakes and kills you. Secure him with the sutras and create a spiritual barrier around him so he cannot escape,” as her hand maidens and miko dragged away the hanyou, she chuckled darkly to herself once more. It would only be a matter of weeks now, before the miko Kagome came seeking her precious hanyou. Yes, yes, her plan was working out remarkably smooth.
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He wasn't sure how many days had gone by since that day at the shrine with the demon sorceress. All he remembered was being dragged out of the courtyard, struggling fiercely against the bonds that held him and the hands that pulled at his robes. He remembered seeing a furious Inuyasha and fearing for his friend before the world went dark. He remembered waking up later in the forest, beaten so badly he could hardly stand, but somehow, he had made it to a local village. He didn't recall much after that.
He had woken up not hours ago at the local shrine, being tended to by some male mikos. Beside him lay his staff, which he had used as a crutch, and the Tetsusaiga, which made his throat close up in fright. He had to get back to Sango and Kagome quickly. Inuyasha's soul was in danger of being overtaken by his youkai nature.
“How long have I been here?” he asked, his voice weak and reedy.
“Eight days, lord monk,” one of the miko replied, slathering a balm over Miroku's back, “You were in right shape when you came stumbling into the village.”
“I have to leave,” Miroku insisted, attempting to brush off the male and stand. He failed.
“You cannot, m'lord,” came the reply, “You are not fit to travel.”
“But I must, please,” Miroku nearly begged, “I must return to my village. A friend of mine is in great danger…”
“You won't be doing them any favors by going out in this condition,” the miko told him sternly, “You need to rest and let your wounds heal.”
The monk wanted to argue fervently, but a great tiredness overcame him and soon, he was sleeping once again.
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More days had gone by, more days than he cared to dwell on, before he made it back to the village. His staff was his crutch and Inuyasha's sword was strapped across his back so as not to lose it. After so many days of travelling endlessly and lacking sleep, his strength was wearing extremely thin.
“Kagome!” he shouted desperately, “Sango!”
A/N: Inuyasha and Co belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The script belongs to me.