InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Sutras of Love and Lust ❯ Damnation ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

A/N: This is not a fic for fans who like Kikyou. For the sake of this story, and in my interpretation, she is not a sympathetic character. So be warned.

 

Damnation

 

With a crash the rocks that sealed the cave entrance came down, and InuYasha, Mushin and Miroku coughed at the dirt and dust that puffed up in the aftermath.

 

“Feh!” spat InuYasha,”What's so important it had to be sealed in a cave anyway old man?”

 

“When he knew that the end of his life was near,” said Mushin, pausing to cough into his hands, “Mirokus grandfather sealed away all his most powerful sutras in this cave to keep them from being misused.”

 

“Why didn't you ever tell me about them before?” asked Miroku, trying to peer into the cave as the dust settled.

 

“Your grandfather instructed me to only unseal them if a descendant of his had dire need of them.” Mushin intoned.

 

“But you know I had dire need of them in the battle against Naraku!” exclaimed Miroku, “Why wait until now?”

 

“He also told me to use my judgement, and only give them to one with the wisdom and maturity to handle them properly.”

 

“Hah!” said InuYasha, “I don't think Mirouku qualifies yet, I better seal them back up again.”

 

Miroku frowned and turned to glower at the smirking hanyou.

 

“Ahem,” said Mushin, “having met your companions I felt that they would help you use them as your grandfather would wish them to be used.”

 

With that Mushin headed into the cave, Miroku and InuYasha following gingerly behind him. A few shafts of sunlight had penetrated the gloom, and stacks of rolled up scrolls could be seen.

 

“Now let's see,” said Mushin, stopping suddenly to stroke his chin and look around him.

Miroku nearly stumbled into him, and InuYasha, who was trying to clear some grit that had fallen in his eyes, bumped into him.

 

“Feh!” said InuYasha, “What'd you do that for?”

 

The hanyou had careened off Miroku and into a stack of scrolls. They clattered about him as he tried to get up, shooing away Mirokus attempt to help him.

 

“Sorry about that,” said Miroku, and started to re-stack the scrolls InuYasha had scattered.

 

Mushin looked over at them distractedly.

 

“Oh, don't bother with those,” he said, “they are sutras for love and lust. They'll do you no good in the battle against Naraku.”

 

Miroku's eyes went wide, and InuYasha caught a cunning look upon his face.

 

“You better get any perverted ideas out of your head,” said InuYasha, “we can't be wasting our time with sutras that won't help us defeat Naraku.”

 

“You're right InuYasha,” said Miroku with a sigh and a wistful expression, and stepped away from the scrolls, dusting off his robes.

 

The three of them returned to Mushins house sometime later, carrying armloads of sutra scrolls they'd deemed useful. They were met by Kagome, Sango, Shippo and Kilala who had been doing some wash at a nearby river and were now preparing lunch.

 

“Oh wow, look at all the sutras!” said Kagome eagerly.

 

:”Where did you get them all?” said Sango wonderingly.

 

“They were sealed away in a cave by my grandfather,” said Miroku, “they are his most powerful sutras. InuYasha and I will have to go back and reseal the cave.”

 

“Not until after lunch we won't,” grumbled InuYasha, setting down his scrolls and sniffing at the food.

 

“Yes, InuYasha,” said Miroku, “we will eat lunch first.”

 

As Miroku turned to put down his scrolls, InuYasha noticed an unmistakable outline in the monks robes. InuYasha narrowed his eyes. You filthy minded monk, you just couldn't resist temptation, could you, he thought. There could be no other reason why Miroku would hide scrolls in his robes, unless they were those scrolls. But he wasn't going to call the monk out on them….yet. The hanyou smirked and then quickly turned away as the monk straightened up so he wouldn't see that InuYasha knew anything.

The next day, InuYasha , Miroku, Kagome, Sango. Shippo and Kilala were ready to track down their next lead on a shikon jewel shard. As they packed up, Kagome and Sango asked many excited questions about the new and powerful sutras they were bringing along, and Miroku basked in the attention as he proudly answered them.

 

“Huh,” huffed InuYasha, “it's not like those sutras alone are going to defeat Naraku.”

 

But no one was listening to him.

 

The hanyou watched Miroku, looking for the telltale signs of the hidden scrolls. Yep, they're still there….he thought grimly when he spotted them, still hidden in a fold of Mirokus robes.

 

The direction the group traveled in that day brought them into a densely wooded area on a steep mountainside. InuYashas normal inclination was to bound up into the treetops ahead of the group, sniffing for any signs of demons who might have a jewel shard. But knowing that the monk had the sutras of love and lust hidden on him, made him too suspicious to leave him with Kagome and Sango. He felt the need to hang back until he could sniff out exactly what the monk's intentions were.

 

Kagome looked up questioningly at InuYasha who was uncharacteristically trudging up the mountain by her side. But he would not meet her gaze, and with a sigh she gave up the idea of asking him what he was doing. It was nice to have him walking with her like this, and she decided she wouldn't ruin it.

 

Behind Kagome and InuYasha came Sango and Kilala, and then Miroku with Kagomes bike and Shippo. Since the sutras were strapped to the bike, Miroku had volunteered to push it up the mountain.

 

By the time it started to get dark, there was no sign of a jewel shard, demons or Naraku. They were all tired from the journey, except for InuYasha, and they decided to make camp for the night. After they had their fill of instant ramen, Sango doused the fire and they all settled down to sleep. InuYasha positioned himself on a tree branch over Kagome, who was snuggled into her sleeping bag, Shippo asleep at her side. InuYasha tried to sleep, but he couldn't. His mind seethed with fears and conjectures. What was the monk up to? He thought, hovering protectively over Kagome from his branch and watching her as she slept. Although Miroku was considered one of the group, it was just not in his nature to trust anybody, except probably Kagome, he thought. The thought of Miroku using the sutras on Kagome had him worried and frustrated, and he did not know if he could contain these feelings much longer. Finally he decided on what to do. He jumped out of the tree and landed quietly next to Kagome. A quick glance at her told him that he had not woken her, and he made his stealthy way over to where Miroku lay sleeping. InuYasha eyed him carefully, and then with lightening fast precision, he slashed the monks' robes and three scrolls fell out. Miroku twitched a little in his sleep and InuYasha froze. When he was sure Miroku was sound asleep, he picked up the scrolls.

As he secreted them in his hitoe, he looked up and saw two dim lights weaving their way through the trees. InuYasha narrowed his eyes a soft growl in his throat, and sprang away to investigate. They had long tails and fins, and were unmistakably the minions of Kikyou. She must be nearby, he thought, his pulse and mind racing. He followed, doing his best to travel as silently as possible. When Kikyou's unmistakable scent came to him on the night breeze, it stirred up a maelstrom of emotions inside him. What am I expecting to find? He asked himself. Will she try to take me to hell with her again, and was he ready to go? No, never while Naraku still lived. But despite his trepidations, he could not resist his desire to find her.

 

Ahead he could see where the lights were converging, so he stopped and hid behind a tree. Peeking around the trunk, he saw Kikyou, in her usual position, reclining in a tree. Around her swirled her minions, dropping her globes of light, the souls of dead women. InuYashas lip curled with a silent snarl, seeing how she still needed this vampire-like method to sustain herself. He hadn't been there long when her head slowly tilted up and her eyes opened, zeroing in on where he was hiding. It sent an emotional charge through him, and he could not fight the urge that brought him out and propelled him into her presence. Yes, he knew she was not really alive, but her scent was driving him wild with unfulfilled desire, and the cold regard of her eyes could not quell these feelings.

 

“Why have you come here InuYasha?” She said.

 

Why had he come? He thought, flexing is claws while her eyes bore into his.

 

When he did not answer right away, she continued.

 

“Is Naraku defeated then, are you ready now to join me in hell?”

 

“Is joining you in hell the only way I can show you how much you mean to me?” He said.

 

Her eyes narrowed and her mouth pursed into a thin line, and she did not reply.

 

“Why can you only show me your love by taking me to hell?” he said, and moved closer to her.

 

“I will love you, but only after you go to hell with me.” She said coolly.

 

He growled as he walked right up to her, then suddenly felt the sutra scrolls shift in his hitoe. Being this close to her made him want to take her in a fierce kiss. Instead, he was reminded of what he had, and reached for one of the sutras and through it at her. She had no time to react as the scroll unrolled and plastered to the front of her clothes. Taken by surprise, her eyes opened wide as the sutra began to glow a fiery yellow. InuYasha watched her, hardly daring to breathe, every nerve tensed to the breaking point, as she changed. The cold demeanor was draining from her expression, and her eyes began to sparkle with desire. Her soft lips parted, and she took a short, indrawn breath. The sutra seemed to melt into her clothes, and soon disappeared from sight. InuYashas eyes widened and he gasped sharply as she reached a trembling hand towards him beseechingly. With that gesture the last of his self control broke, and with a growl of triumph he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. He crushed her lips with a breath-stealing kiss, and his fangs grazed her tender mouth. Then he thrust his tongue against hers, caressing her tongue deeply and sensuously and feeling her eager response. Quickly he grew tired of touching her through her clothes, and shed hers and his own in no time at all. All barriers finally gone between him and the object of his desire, he pushed her at arms length from him so he could take a full view of her naked body. She was incandescent, her body lit from within as if by a pale white flame. Her breasts were firm, high and round, tipped with nipples of the palest pink. Her hips flared smoothly from her narrow waist, and dark curls nested at the juncture of the thighs of her long, graceful legs.

 

Kikyou reached for him as he held her away, a pleading look on her face.

 

“What is it Kikyou?” he growled, “Tell me what you want.”

 

“InuYasha…please,” she gasped.

 

“Please what?” he said.

 

“I need…touch me…please.” She begged

 

“Heh!” he snarled, “I'll give you what you need.”

 

He crushed her to him, then trailed his tongue from behind her ear, down her jawline and neck, to circle one pert breast. Kikyou gasped, her fingers digging into his sides spasmodically, and pressed her body up against him, rubbing his straining erection. InuYasha hissed at the erotic sensation. That was all he could take, and he lay her down on the ground beneath him and put her legs up over his shoulders. Taking the head of his cock between his fingers, he squeezed it into her tight, wet, opening. She arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream, as he pushed in past her maiden head, until his long thick member reached the beginning of her womb. At first he could not move, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of being tightly sheathed in her newly deflowered body. I will make this last, he thought, gritting his teeth, I've waited too long for it to be over too fast. Slowly he drew himself out of her until only the head remained in her, then he plunged back into her, starting a rhythm with an ever increasing pace. He felt her shudder beneath him with her climax moments before he reached his own, thrusting into her with a roar and holding himself deeply within her while he came. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, he lifted off of her and out of her, panting as he lay next to her. He turned to look at her, as she lay next to him, eyes closed. All the overwhelming feelings that had possessed him were draining from him, as with the seed he had shot into her. Seeing her unclouded by his turbulent emotions for the first time, he felt his skin begin to crawl and nausea start in the pit of his stomach. Unnoticed until now, the sutra was glowing on her cold, cold, skin to the left of her navel. In fact, she radiated no heat, despite their fiery love making. And for the first time he realized that there was another scent underlying her own unique one, which he had found so entrancing before; the smell of damp grave dirt emanated from her. Filled with sudden revulsion and self disgust, he ripped the sutra off her, grabbed his clothes and fled.

 

 

 

 

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