InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Face that Charmed 1000 Beasts ❯ Homicidal InuYoukai ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Kita-chan 
The journey continues
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2010 | Updated On: 06.18.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
The journey continues
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2010 | Updated On: 06.18.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
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The Face That Charmed 1000 Beasts
sChapter 2- Homicidal Youkai
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"What do you mean all traces of that beast are gone?" Lord Higurashi asked his voice dangerously low, effectively transforming his powerful samurai into quaking children being reprimanded by their parent. The men in question had been combing his entire land in search of the youkai that had dared to kidnap the princess from underneath his very nose. Higurashi was a man of control he exerted his power over not only his ruling land but also over each individual member of his family, especially his children, and the fact that his oldest daughter was off with a youkai, did not sit well with him at all. The only things keeping him from forcibly exerting his control over his men were the many eyes trained upon him by his small court and his own sense of propriety, no he knew that his bits of anger were much better displayed within the confines of his own chambers.
"There are many courses we can take, though not all of them wise." Lord Higurashi spoke his loud deep voice booming throughout the small meeting room. He was seated at the head of the small granite table that only sat seven people. On his right side sat his advisor and on his left his gensui (the highest ranking samurai) followed by (in decreasing order) the rest of the men that made up his inner court.
"I suppose," his gensui announced leaning forward eagerly, "I suppose we go out and hunt down this youkai? I am sure that within the Higurashi forces, if we utilize the skills of our most accomplished trackers, we can find this youkai and the princess."
Lord Higurashi smirked at his young general and nodded mulling over the young man's proposal with a strategist's eye.
"Miyamoto! You fool we should just out right claim war against these animals! How dare they attempt to take the princess and then we give them the satisfaction of tactfulness, sniffing around for clues like a bunch of dogs, like lowly youkai! Why we'd make ourselves no better than they are!" One of the older advisors barked, his face a mass of wrinkled scarred flesh, his eyes nearly hidden by the folded hanging skin above his eyebrows.
Musashi merely smiled at the elder man, a taunt playing in his expressive brown eyes. "Surely old man you know of the treaty that has taken place between our lord and the house of Hojo?" He asked his eyes locking onto the agitated form of the older male.
"Why of course my mind has not become that addled by old age I assure," the man said flippantly, seemingly offended by the thought of this young man daring to challenge his apparent elder.
"Then you are also aware of the fact that the treaty is only affective, if the princess is married on her 16th year to the first born son of the house of Hojo pure and unsoiled." Musashi stated his voice steadily dropping.
All occupants of the table fell silent as each tried to absorb what this meant.
"So," Musashi continued, "if we were to declare war, on this unknown youkai, the house of Hojo will but surely hear of it and thus end the treaty that we have made, declaring war upon us, easily making us an easy target, as our numbers will be split evenly in two wars, and who is to say that the other Shogun lord's will not decide that now is the time to wipe out the threat of the Higurashi House once and for all." he stated to stony silence.
Lord Higurashi nodded his head. "Yes and that is why you are my first in command."
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One thing Kagome noticed upon waking was that she was not tucked comfortably in her bed, nor from what she could tell anywhere near the confines of her room. Without opening her eyes she could discern from around her that she was most definitely outside. And from the low rumble she could also summarize that she was not alone and that of which she had hoped was a dream, was indeed reality.
Screwing her eyes shut tightly and trying, but failing, to lessen the madly beating thump of her wildly racing heart, Kagome willed herself to remain immobile, feigning sleep. It would have worked if her captor was not a youkai.
"Woman cease your foolish actions." The cold voice broke through her thoughts and caused an involuntary shiver of fear to race down her spine. She pretended that she hadn't heard, and just huddled closer to the cold damp earth upon which she was resting.
"If you continue you will cause yourself an illness in which I am not knowledgeable of healing, while you are of no connection with I, you are useless dead or incapacitated." He continued, his smooth cold voice, sending her to shivers once more, or perhaps it was because she was lying on the cold wet ground clad only in a hastily donned silk kimono?
With a quiet sigh Kagome lifted herself up until her arms were hugging her legs close into her body and her chin was resting on her knees. She refused to look at her captor and instead opted to gaze off into the trees. They were in a small clearing and from what she could tell it was either early morning or way into the night. There was no fire for warmth and the only thing she had to keep her company was a (possibly) homicidal youkai and the chirping of the crickets and rustle of the wind.
Lovely, she thought bitterly. She could feel, even now, the youkai's eyes upon her face, questioning...studying her. She resisted the urge to fidget under his scrutiny and just glared all the more harder into the distance.
"Whatever you want," she began but paused as she cleared her throat clearing it of the husky quality that was common with a prolonged amount of silence, "whatever you want: money, jewels, power...I'm sure my father will be able to help you." She finished quietly, her pitch never wavering. She had taken to twisting the loose material of her kimono in her small fragile hands, smooth as milk, the hands of those of privilege.
"Hn." her captor stated clearly not welcoming the potential start to a conversation, instead busying himself to sniffing the air. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he discretely raised his nose to the wind and sniffed deeply, she wasn't positive but she was almost certain that whatever he was scenting for was somehow related to her.
She could nearly scream with rage. This youkai had stolen her from her own lands, rendered her (quite painfully) unconscious, viewed her in her most intimate state, and now he was ignoring her!
"Listen here youkai I do not where you get off with this high and mighty attitude, but I am not one to be used as a pawn in your devious plans! I follow the will of no one! You hear that 'Sir I am too good to speak to lowly humans'?" by the time she had finished her speech she was standing and shaking with barely repressed rage, she could feel what she could only describe as a tightly coiled spring within her unwind minutely and she felt empowered in a way she had never had before. However not seconds after her breath was once again expelled from her lungs forcibly as she was, before she could even blink, pinned up against a tree by her neck her eyes staring into the very feral face of a red eyed youkai.
"You will keep your mouth shut, before I make sure you never open it again," he whispered dangerously, his claws lightly piercing into the creamy skin of her neck forming tiny crescent shaped cuts into the smooth skin.
She winded her blue eyes, her face turning slightly red from oxygen depletion and struggled to nod. When she found herself unable to do so she settled for whimpering slightly in defeat. Forcing the tears not to fall from her eyes.
He glared into her face before lowering his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. Kagome froze as she fought the instinct to turn and run off into the forest, knowing that the youkai would then probably deem her not worth the trouble, and kill her for good. When he seemed to have satisfied his very odd curiosity with her scent he pulled back, his eyes again their normal shade of gold, and ceremoniously dropped her, where she landed on her bottom in the dirt.
"Let this serve as a warning, any misbehavior of any kind is intolerable, and will result in punishment." He said icily before gracefully moving to his spot once more.
Fighting down sobs she crawled back into her own spot where she lay back on the ground hugging her legs, and then when her head was once more resting on her knees she allowed the tears to flow, and silently cried herself to sleep.
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The Face That Charmed 1000 Beasts
sChapter 2- Homicidal Youkai
.
"What do you mean all traces of that beast are gone?" Lord Higurashi asked his voice dangerously low, effectively transforming his powerful samurai into quaking children being reprimanded by their parent. The men in question had been combing his entire land in search of the youkai that had dared to kidnap the princess from underneath his very nose. Higurashi was a man of control he exerted his power over not only his ruling land but also over each individual member of his family, especially his children, and the fact that his oldest daughter was off with a youkai, did not sit well with him at all. The only things keeping him from forcibly exerting his control over his men were the many eyes trained upon him by his small court and his own sense of propriety, no he knew that his bits of anger were much better displayed within the confines of his own chambers.
"There are many courses we can take, though not all of them wise." Lord Higurashi spoke his loud deep voice booming throughout the small meeting room. He was seated at the head of the small granite table that only sat seven people. On his right side sat his advisor and on his left his gensui (the highest ranking samurai) followed by (in decreasing order) the rest of the men that made up his inner court.
"I suppose," his gensui announced leaning forward eagerly, "I suppose we go out and hunt down this youkai? I am sure that within the Higurashi forces, if we utilize the skills of our most accomplished trackers, we can find this youkai and the princess."
Lord Higurashi smirked at his young general and nodded mulling over the young man's proposal with a strategist's eye.
"Miyamoto! You fool we should just out right claim war against these animals! How dare they attempt to take the princess and then we give them the satisfaction of tactfulness, sniffing around for clues like a bunch of dogs, like lowly youkai! Why we'd make ourselves no better than they are!" One of the older advisors barked, his face a mass of wrinkled scarred flesh, his eyes nearly hidden by the folded hanging skin above his eyebrows.
Musashi merely smiled at the elder man, a taunt playing in his expressive brown eyes. "Surely old man you know of the treaty that has taken place between our lord and the house of Hojo?" He asked his eyes locking onto the agitated form of the older male.
"Why of course my mind has not become that addled by old age I assure," the man said flippantly, seemingly offended by the thought of this young man daring to challenge his apparent elder.
"Then you are also aware of the fact that the treaty is only affective, if the princess is married on her 16th year to the first born son of the house of Hojo pure and unsoiled." Musashi stated his voice steadily dropping.
All occupants of the table fell silent as each tried to absorb what this meant.
"So," Musashi continued, "if we were to declare war, on this unknown youkai, the house of Hojo will but surely hear of it and thus end the treaty that we have made, declaring war upon us, easily making us an easy target, as our numbers will be split evenly in two wars, and who is to say that the other Shogun lord's will not decide that now is the time to wipe out the threat of the Higurashi House once and for all." he stated to stony silence.
Lord Higurashi nodded his head. "Yes and that is why you are my first in command."
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One thing Kagome noticed upon waking was that she was not tucked comfortably in her bed, nor from what she could tell anywhere near the confines of her room. Without opening her eyes she could discern from around her that she was most definitely outside. And from the low rumble she could also summarize that she was not alone and that of which she had hoped was a dream, was indeed reality.
Screwing her eyes shut tightly and trying, but failing, to lessen the madly beating thump of her wildly racing heart, Kagome willed herself to remain immobile, feigning sleep. It would have worked if her captor was not a youkai.
"Woman cease your foolish actions." The cold voice broke through her thoughts and caused an involuntary shiver of fear to race down her spine. She pretended that she hadn't heard, and just huddled closer to the cold damp earth upon which she was resting.
"If you continue you will cause yourself an illness in which I am not knowledgeable of healing, while you are of no connection with I, you are useless dead or incapacitated." He continued, his smooth cold voice, sending her to shivers once more, or perhaps it was because she was lying on the cold wet ground clad only in a hastily donned silk kimono?
With a quiet sigh Kagome lifted herself up until her arms were hugging her legs close into her body and her chin was resting on her knees. She refused to look at her captor and instead opted to gaze off into the trees. They were in a small clearing and from what she could tell it was either early morning or way into the night. There was no fire for warmth and the only thing she had to keep her company was a (possibly) homicidal youkai and the chirping of the crickets and rustle of the wind.
Lovely, she thought bitterly. She could feel, even now, the youkai's eyes upon her face, questioning...studying her. She resisted the urge to fidget under his scrutiny and just glared all the more harder into the distance.
"Whatever you want," she began but paused as she cleared her throat clearing it of the husky quality that was common with a prolonged amount of silence, "whatever you want: money, jewels, power...I'm sure my father will be able to help you." She finished quietly, her pitch never wavering. She had taken to twisting the loose material of her kimono in her small fragile hands, smooth as milk, the hands of those of privilege.
"Hn." her captor stated clearly not welcoming the potential start to a conversation, instead busying himself to sniffing the air. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he discretely raised his nose to the wind and sniffed deeply, she wasn't positive but she was almost certain that whatever he was scenting for was somehow related to her.
She could nearly scream with rage. This youkai had stolen her from her own lands, rendered her (quite painfully) unconscious, viewed her in her most intimate state, and now he was ignoring her!
"Listen here youkai I do not where you get off with this high and mighty attitude, but I am not one to be used as a pawn in your devious plans! I follow the will of no one! You hear that 'Sir I am too good to speak to lowly humans'?" by the time she had finished her speech she was standing and shaking with barely repressed rage, she could feel what she could only describe as a tightly coiled spring within her unwind minutely and she felt empowered in a way she had never had before. However not seconds after her breath was once again expelled from her lungs forcibly as she was, before she could even blink, pinned up against a tree by her neck her eyes staring into the very feral face of a red eyed youkai.
"You will keep your mouth shut, before I make sure you never open it again," he whispered dangerously, his claws lightly piercing into the creamy skin of her neck forming tiny crescent shaped cuts into the smooth skin.
She winded her blue eyes, her face turning slightly red from oxygen depletion and struggled to nod. When she found herself unable to do so she settled for whimpering slightly in defeat. Forcing the tears not to fall from her eyes.
He glared into her face before lowering his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. Kagome froze as she fought the instinct to turn and run off into the forest, knowing that the youkai would then probably deem her not worth the trouble, and kill her for good. When he seemed to have satisfied his very odd curiosity with her scent he pulled back, his eyes again their normal shade of gold, and ceremoniously dropped her, where she landed on her bottom in the dirt.
"Let this serve as a warning, any misbehavior of any kind is intolerable, and will result in punishment." He said icily before gracefully moving to his spot once more.
Fighting down sobs she crawled back into her own spot where she lay back on the ground hugging her legs, and then when her head was once more resting on her knees she allowed the tears to flow, and silently cried herself to sleep.
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