InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ Listening to Your Inner Demon ( Chapter 10 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 10: Listening to Your Inner Demon
The sense of being incomplete was nagging at his mind again. His whole life, Inuyasha had never felt entirely whole. There was always something missing, some part of him that was supposed to be there but wasn’t.
Even in his current state of wishing for a restful nap, the feeling remained. However, this time, unlike the many others he could place, his subconscious was teasing him with the idea that this emptiness might be filled. It taunted him that it knew what Inuyasha needed but refused to give up its secrets.
For a long time, Inuyasha had thought on his feelings of being incomplete. Over the years, he had come up with many possible reasons for it. The most logical one that he had ever found was he felt incomplete because he was neither all human nor all youkai.
It made sense to him for this to be the case. If the rest of the world could not accept his half-breed state, why should his own body be able to? Recent events had even confirmed this assumption for him. The loss of control over his youkai blood when his life was in danger was confirmation enough. If he was fully one or the other, it would never have happened.
Thoughts such as these had originally led him to seek the shikon jewel. He had then met Kikyo and somehow things had gotten entirely out of hand. He had gotten away from wanting to turn to full-demon, to wanting to turn full-human, to being sealed, to the blasted jewel being shattered, to having the fate of the world rest in his and his traveling companions’ questionable hands, to no longer even knowing what he was going to do if he, indeed, ever got his hands on the completed shikon jewel again. Some days he thought, if he could only get back to the simple desires he had begun with, everything would make much more sense and he wouldn’t be so frustrated all the time.
But now, his subconscious was trying to tell him that it knew the reason for this emptiness. He had a feeling that the reason in his subconscious was not the reason he had come to himself over the years. His sneaking suspicion was that this ‘completeness’ his subconscious was looking for was a mate, something he knew was impossible at this time.
He could feel it trying to pull him into its depths of reasoning, but Inuyasha was resistant. He had heard the reasoning of his subconscious before and, to be perfectly honest, it scared him. The arguments between his human and demon halves were sometimes confusing and often rather violent. He had learned as a very young child to try and ignore them when they disagreed on something, which was quite often.
At present, however, his demon half was trying to get his attention. With every approaching mating season, his human side always seemed to step into the background and let his demon side make more of the decisions. He had always figured it was because as mating season came near his youki grew stronger. After all, it was his demon side that was looking for a mate, not his human side.
He had learned to listen to what his demon side was trying to tell him rather painfully back when his mother had still been alive. It had been the first time he had ever seen his elder brother, and, not heeding the warnings his demon side was giving him, he almost got himself killed before even getting to speak.
It had been a sunny morning and he had been outside playing with his ball. He had found a little hill that he could roll it up so it would roll back to him. He would have much rather played with the other children, but their parents tended to get nervous when he was around and none of the other children in the village were allowed to play with him. So, he was left all alone, again, to play with his ball.
As the ball was rolling back down to him for the hundredth time that day, he caught an interesting scent coming from over by the trees. He was constantly asking his mother what all these great scents he found were. She never seemed to know. Half the time, she didn’t even seem to smell it not even when it was right there in front of her. It didn’t make any sense to Inuyasha’s toddler mind; after all, his mother knew everything.
Leaving his ball where it was, Inuyasha decided to go investigate on his own. His mother had told him not to go into the woods, but this smell was so enticing, he had to find what it was coming from.
As he drew closer to the woods, he began to feel a little uneasy. Writing it off to being there without his mother, Inuyasha continued walking on, stopping occasionally to take another sniff to make sure he was still following the smell. Anything that smelled that great couldn’t possibly be dangerous.
As he walked into the woods towards the scent, he finally saw a person standing there. It was the most beautiful being he had ever seen. The sharp, golden eyes against the gaunt, pale skin were breathtaking. The colored markings on the cheeks and forehead only added to the appeal of his visage.
He noticed that this creature had the same hair as his, but it seemed to be much softer. Inuyasha wanted to touch it. He actually found himself deeply desiring to touch any part of this man standing before him.
He realized rather quickly that this creature was the source of the scent he had been following. Sure that someone who smelled that good had to be a good person as well, Inuyasha ignored the warning his instincts were trying to give him and threw himself at the being, wrapping his arms around the man’s leg, feeling the white silk under his small hands.
Not a second later, he felt his throat being crushed by one of the man’s elegant hands as he was raised from the ground up to eye level.
“What are you doing?” the voice growled at him.
Lost in the confusion of what had happened to make the man with the nice scent upset at him, Inuyasha did not answer. With a shake that made Inuyasha’s teeth rattle, the man repeated the question.
Not wanting to upset him anymore, Inuyasha tried to answer only to find that he couldn’t. The man was holding his throat so tight he could not speak. Raising his hands to the creature’s hand, he began to tug ineffectually at it.
Apparently realizing the toddler’s predicament, the man threw him to the ground and waited for an answer. Inuyasha gasped on his hands and knees until he felt as if he could speak again. When he felt a little better, he looked up and up and up until he finally reached this being’s face.
Taking in the cold, unblinking gaze, Inuyasha suddenly remembered some of the manners his mother had been trying very hard to instill in him and said, “I’m sorry. My name is Inuyasha. Who are you?”
He saw annoyance cross those eyes. “I know your name already, half-breed, and who I am is of no matter. What did you think you were doing?”
“When?”
This time the being snapped at him, “Are you a complete imbecile? What did you think you were doing touching me like that?”
“Oh,” Inuyasha replied, trying to think of a reason this creature would deem acceptable. “You smell nice and look pretty. I just wanted to touch.”
“Next time, refrain from these impulses,” the man said, turning and beginning to walk away. ”I shall not be as lenient in the future.”
“Wait! You never told me your name!”
Not even turning back, he heard the man tell him, “Sesshoumaru.”
“Sesshoumaru,” he muttered to himself, walking back to his mother. That wonderful being was called ‘Sesshoumaru’. He couldn’t wait to see him again.
Recalling his first meeting of his older brother, Inuyasha cringed. He still couldn’t believe he had been such an idiot. ‘He looks great and smells nice, he must be nice.’ What kind of reasoning was that?! Thankfully, he no longer suffered from this complete lack of common sense.
Although, he had to admit to still being a little puzzled as to why Sesshoumaru hadn’t killed him from the start. He had been an easy, annoying target. He should have died that day. Mentally shrugging his shoulders, he figured he would never be able to completely understand Sesshoumaru’s motives. His elder brother was just a little too fickle for that.
But, if he had listened to his instincts then, he would not have been in danger in the first place. After the initial shock had worn off from having met his older brother, he had, reluctantly, come to the conclusion that his instincts probably did have his best interests in mind. After all, they had been telling him there was danger and, as enamored with his brother as he had been, he still had to admit getting his throat almost completely crushed was definitely being in danger.
Deciding a nap was not going to be in the cards today, Inuyasha instead tried to discover what his demon side was trying to tell him. First, there were the stomach aches; he did not feel one now, but he was sure that they would come back. They were really bothering him. For the life of him, he could not figure out what was causing them or why Kagome’s ‘sit’s and Sesshoumaru’s claws caused them to get worse.
Even worse, he had no idea how a raw rabbit could possibly help. To his knowledge, raw rabbits did not have any extraordinary properties. He was beginning to seriously consider asking Myouga if he knew anything about it. This not knowing was driving him crazy.
As he lay there thinking, he caught Kagome’s scent. She was coming his way. Figuring that if he didn’t appear soon, she would start yelling ‘sit’ to find him, he dropped down from the tree right in front of her.
Kagome jumped, “Inuyasha! You scared me!”
“Feh.”
“Why did you leave the hut? You’re still injured. You need to come back and lay down until you’re better.”
“Look, wench, I’ve gotten a lot worse injuries than this and turned out fine. I don’t need any more rest. I’m good to go.”
“Inuyasha, something’s wrong with you. You didn’t even want ramen.” She had that overly concerned look on her face again.
“I don’t have to want ramen for every meal, you know,” he huffed, turning his back to her and crossing his hands inside his sleeves. “Sometimes I like to eat other stuff.”
Kagome looked skeptical. “All you have wanted to eat since I first met you was ramen.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I thought it was time for a change.”
“You know if something’s wrong, you can tell me, Inuyasha.”
“Feh. Don’t worry about me, wench. Don’t you have to go back for your te-ests?”
“Oh my gosh! I completely forgot! I still have to study! Bye, Inuyasha!” she called, running off back to the hut, no doubt going to get her bag and jump back down the well.
‘Good riddance,’ Inuyasha thought, jumping back up into his tree to continue his musing in peace. Kagome was very frustrating sometimes.
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Thanks for reading and leaving reviews. I hope this chapter wasn’t too choppy for you, some of the transitions didn’t come out quite right. I might be back to change them later.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 10: Listening to Your Inner Demon
The sense of being incomplete was nagging at his mind again. His whole life, Inuyasha had never felt entirely whole. There was always something missing, some part of him that was supposed to be there but wasn’t.
Even in his current state of wishing for a restful nap, the feeling remained. However, this time, unlike the many others he could place, his subconscious was teasing him with the idea that this emptiness might be filled. It taunted him that it knew what Inuyasha needed but refused to give up its secrets.
For a long time, Inuyasha had thought on his feelings of being incomplete. Over the years, he had come up with many possible reasons for it. The most logical one that he had ever found was he felt incomplete because he was neither all human nor all youkai.
It made sense to him for this to be the case. If the rest of the world could not accept his half-breed state, why should his own body be able to? Recent events had even confirmed this assumption for him. The loss of control over his youkai blood when his life was in danger was confirmation enough. If he was fully one or the other, it would never have happened.
Thoughts such as these had originally led him to seek the shikon jewel. He had then met Kikyo and somehow things had gotten entirely out of hand. He had gotten away from wanting to turn to full-demon, to wanting to turn full-human, to being sealed, to the blasted jewel being shattered, to having the fate of the world rest in his and his traveling companions’ questionable hands, to no longer even knowing what he was going to do if he, indeed, ever got his hands on the completed shikon jewel again. Some days he thought, if he could only get back to the simple desires he had begun with, everything would make much more sense and he wouldn’t be so frustrated all the time.
But now, his subconscious was trying to tell him that it knew the reason for this emptiness. He had a feeling that the reason in his subconscious was not the reason he had come to himself over the years. His sneaking suspicion was that this ‘completeness’ his subconscious was looking for was a mate, something he knew was impossible at this time.
He could feel it trying to pull him into its depths of reasoning, but Inuyasha was resistant. He had heard the reasoning of his subconscious before and, to be perfectly honest, it scared him. The arguments between his human and demon halves were sometimes confusing and often rather violent. He had learned as a very young child to try and ignore them when they disagreed on something, which was quite often.
At present, however, his demon half was trying to get his attention. With every approaching mating season, his human side always seemed to step into the background and let his demon side make more of the decisions. He had always figured it was because as mating season came near his youki grew stronger. After all, it was his demon side that was looking for a mate, not his human side.
He had learned to listen to what his demon side was trying to tell him rather painfully back when his mother had still been alive. It had been the first time he had ever seen his elder brother, and, not heeding the warnings his demon side was giving him, he almost got himself killed before even getting to speak.
It had been a sunny morning and he had been outside playing with his ball. He had found a little hill that he could roll it up so it would roll back to him. He would have much rather played with the other children, but their parents tended to get nervous when he was around and none of the other children in the village were allowed to play with him. So, he was left all alone, again, to play with his ball.
As the ball was rolling back down to him for the hundredth time that day, he caught an interesting scent coming from over by the trees. He was constantly asking his mother what all these great scents he found were. She never seemed to know. Half the time, she didn’t even seem to smell it not even when it was right there in front of her. It didn’t make any sense to Inuyasha’s toddler mind; after all, his mother knew everything.
Leaving his ball where it was, Inuyasha decided to go investigate on his own. His mother had told him not to go into the woods, but this smell was so enticing, he had to find what it was coming from.
As he drew closer to the woods, he began to feel a little uneasy. Writing it off to being there without his mother, Inuyasha continued walking on, stopping occasionally to take another sniff to make sure he was still following the smell. Anything that smelled that great couldn’t possibly be dangerous.
As he walked into the woods towards the scent, he finally saw a person standing there. It was the most beautiful being he had ever seen. The sharp, golden eyes against the gaunt, pale skin were breathtaking. The colored markings on the cheeks and forehead only added to the appeal of his visage.
He noticed that this creature had the same hair as his, but it seemed to be much softer. Inuyasha wanted to touch it. He actually found himself deeply desiring to touch any part of this man standing before him.
He realized rather quickly that this creature was the source of the scent he had been following. Sure that someone who smelled that good had to be a good person as well, Inuyasha ignored the warning his instincts were trying to give him and threw himself at the being, wrapping his arms around the man’s leg, feeling the white silk under his small hands.
Not a second later, he felt his throat being crushed by one of the man’s elegant hands as he was raised from the ground up to eye level.
“What are you doing?” the voice growled at him.
Lost in the confusion of what had happened to make the man with the nice scent upset at him, Inuyasha did not answer. With a shake that made Inuyasha’s teeth rattle, the man repeated the question.
Not wanting to upset him anymore, Inuyasha tried to answer only to find that he couldn’t. The man was holding his throat so tight he could not speak. Raising his hands to the creature’s hand, he began to tug ineffectually at it.
Apparently realizing the toddler’s predicament, the man threw him to the ground and waited for an answer. Inuyasha gasped on his hands and knees until he felt as if he could speak again. When he felt a little better, he looked up and up and up until he finally reached this being’s face.
Taking in the cold, unblinking gaze, Inuyasha suddenly remembered some of the manners his mother had been trying very hard to instill in him and said, “I’m sorry. My name is Inuyasha. Who are you?”
He saw annoyance cross those eyes. “I know your name already, half-breed, and who I am is of no matter. What did you think you were doing?”
“When?”
This time the being snapped at him, “Are you a complete imbecile? What did you think you were doing touching me like that?”
“Oh,” Inuyasha replied, trying to think of a reason this creature would deem acceptable. “You smell nice and look pretty. I just wanted to touch.”
“Next time, refrain from these impulses,” the man said, turning and beginning to walk away. ”I shall not be as lenient in the future.”
“Wait! You never told me your name!”
Not even turning back, he heard the man tell him, “Sesshoumaru.”
“Sesshoumaru,” he muttered to himself, walking back to his mother. That wonderful being was called ‘Sesshoumaru’. He couldn’t wait to see him again.
Recalling his first meeting of his older brother, Inuyasha cringed. He still couldn’t believe he had been such an idiot. ‘He looks great and smells nice, he must be nice.’ What kind of reasoning was that?! Thankfully, he no longer suffered from this complete lack of common sense.
Although, he had to admit to still being a little puzzled as to why Sesshoumaru hadn’t killed him from the start. He had been an easy, annoying target. He should have died that day. Mentally shrugging his shoulders, he figured he would never be able to completely understand Sesshoumaru’s motives. His elder brother was just a little too fickle for that.
But, if he had listened to his instincts then, he would not have been in danger in the first place. After the initial shock had worn off from having met his older brother, he had, reluctantly, come to the conclusion that his instincts probably did have his best interests in mind. After all, they had been telling him there was danger and, as enamored with his brother as he had been, he still had to admit getting his throat almost completely crushed was definitely being in danger.
Deciding a nap was not going to be in the cards today, Inuyasha instead tried to discover what his demon side was trying to tell him. First, there were the stomach aches; he did not feel one now, but he was sure that they would come back. They were really bothering him. For the life of him, he could not figure out what was causing them or why Kagome’s ‘sit’s and Sesshoumaru’s claws caused them to get worse.
Even worse, he had no idea how a raw rabbit could possibly help. To his knowledge, raw rabbits did not have any extraordinary properties. He was beginning to seriously consider asking Myouga if he knew anything about it. This not knowing was driving him crazy.
As he lay there thinking, he caught Kagome’s scent. She was coming his way. Figuring that if he didn’t appear soon, she would start yelling ‘sit’ to find him, he dropped down from the tree right in front of her.
Kagome jumped, “Inuyasha! You scared me!”
“Feh.”
“Why did you leave the hut? You’re still injured. You need to come back and lay down until you’re better.”
“Look, wench, I’ve gotten a lot worse injuries than this and turned out fine. I don’t need any more rest. I’m good to go.”
“Inuyasha, something’s wrong with you. You didn’t even want ramen.” She had that overly concerned look on her face again.
“I don’t have to want ramen for every meal, you know,” he huffed, turning his back to her and crossing his hands inside his sleeves. “Sometimes I like to eat other stuff.”
Kagome looked skeptical. “All you have wanted to eat since I first met you was ramen.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I thought it was time for a change.”
“You know if something’s wrong, you can tell me, Inuyasha.”
“Feh. Don’t worry about me, wench. Don’t you have to go back for your te-ests?”
“Oh my gosh! I completely forgot! I still have to study! Bye, Inuyasha!” she called, running off back to the hut, no doubt going to get her bag and jump back down the well.
‘Good riddance,’ Inuyasha thought, jumping back up into his tree to continue his musing in peace. Kagome was very frustrating sometimes.
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Thanks for reading and leaving reviews. I hope this chapter wasn’t too choppy for you, some of the transitions didn’t come out quite right. I might be back to change them later.