InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Beach Blanket Bingo ( Chapter 28 )

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When she could smell the salt of the ocean breezes, Akanesuji reverted back to her original form and made a hard dash for the shores, passing her moody bitch by in a flurry of bouncy fur. She never looked back to him, assuming he would catch up sooner or later. In her walking and thinking, she knew Sesshoumaru still wanted to keep a safe eye on her despite the fact that he was sulking and ignoring her behind him.

 

His senses were so good that he would know where she was as long as she was in a good proximity of him. She didn't have to stay within sight range all of the time.

 

“I want you home, and I want you safe,” she remembered him saying last year in one of his rare emotional confessions. Of course it took them fighting to wheedle it out of him.

 

She jumped over rocks and into the sand of the beach, kicking up grains everywhere. The water was cool and soothing on her feet, the smell of rotting seaweed and salt water taking over her nose until she couldn't really smell anything else. Hopping up and down she splashed in the water, getting her fluffy coat soaking wet. She rolled in the little waves and then started swimming out into the open sea for deeper water. She was excellent at the doggy paddle.

 

Sesshoumaru stood on the rocks and watched her with feigned disinterest. She was so alive and happy like this. She did not care what any observer thought, but did what ever silly thing pleased her. How nice it must be to be so free. He could be like that, he thought, but then again, acting like a fool was below him.

 

He looked to the left, way down the shore, and then to the right, looking to see if anyone was watching. He sniffed the air for any trace of human, animal or youkai and didn't find any. The secluded beach was theirs, probably for the whole day. His little inner voice told him to go have some fun. He often ignored that little inner voice because it always came up with dumb things to say, but maybe today he wouldn't.

 

Stripping off his things down to his fundoshi, Sesshoumaru folded his things and set them in a tidy pile. Looking down on them with a frown he realized just how uptight he could be. While she was enjoying the water, he was wasting time folding his clothes so that they would not wrinkle. There was no end to his inner criticism of the world today.

 

Sesshoumaru walked into the water acting just as bored and inferior as always until it came up to his chest and he was forced to move his hand and feet to keep a float. He arched his head back and let the water swallow up his hair, watching the small little clouds above. Akanesuji was just a big dog head out in the ocean, scaring off the sharks that were much smaller than she.

 

An evil thought crossed his mind, and with stealthy ease he turned over into the water and dove down to swim nearer the bottom. He could not see in the murkiness of the water, but he had a good idea in which general direction Akanesuji was. When his lungs burned and the strong desire for air took him, he ignored it, knowing his physical limits well. He would not need air for another fifteen minutes or so, and even then, he could probably sneak another five out of himself.

 

It didn't take too long to catch up with her. Her splashing of paws make the only unusual noise in the water. Diving down below her, he shot up from the depths and grabbed her back leg, dragging her down into the shadows with him. Akanesuji screamed, expelling all of her air on the way down.

 

She didn't know what vile creature had done it, but it wasn't going to last long. She bit at the white flesh that had grabbed her foot and dug in deep with her poisoned fangs. She closed her eyes tight and held on while the creature kicked at her skull.

 

She needed air. Desperately. The call for air consumed her, drove her to swim for the surface with the nasty creature in tow. When she got to the surface she let go with her mouth and hungrily swallowed the sweet, life giving air into her lungs. Looking around for her sea monster, she could not find it. panicking she made a wake of waves as she paddled for the shore.

 

Again the monster attacked her, this time wrapping its legs around her neck and squeezing. It had to be some kind of tentacled thing, and now she could not bite it because of where it was latched on to her. In this form she had no blades to grab and no thumbs to do it. Her only way to battle it would be to change back.

 

Where in the hell was Sesshoumaru, she asked herself. Oh gods, the thought of more monsters attacking him and keeping him from helping her only made her panic worse.

 

Rapidly changing from dog to human form, she was able to squeeze out of it's grasp. Using her blood stripes attack she bound it's limbs together, wrapping it in dark red ribbons to make a large cocoon. She dragged it to the shore with her. What ever it was would not fare so well out of it's home in the water.

 

When Sesshoumaru saw the sky again he laughed and laughed and laughed. Akanesuji was standing over him furious that he had attacked her in the water, finally recognizing that it was him. With his claws he cut the bindings away and continued to laugh at her.

 

“It's not funny,” she said, naked as a baby bird, her clothes thrown around her and getting lost in the tides. She had her knees drawn up against her chest and her arms around her knees. All he could see was the top of her head from where she had tucked her face in.

 

“Yes it was. Admit it. It was funny.”

 

“It was not funny. I could have killed you out there.”

 

“It was damn funny. I have never seen you so panicked in all your life.”

 

“Will you look at your arm?” she growled. “I could have bit down so hard that you would have no arms at all.”

 

Sesshoumaru really hadn't thought of that, and he was thankful that she hadn't done it, but he wasn't going to admit that mistake to her. The thought of going through life without any arms at all sobered him up some. “I thought it was funny.”

 

“You have a sick sense of humor.”

 

“And your point?”

 

“I aughta beat some sense into you,” she said in a low growl.

 

“I dare you to try it.”

 

Akanesuji's body didn't move, but her blood stripes attack snaked out fast and wrapped around his single arm. There were three of them, one for each stripe on her forehead. Two disabled his arm while the third wrapped around his throat, not tight enough to choke the wind from him, but enough to prove her point. With poisoned claws he melted the ribboning away from around his hand and started slicing the one at his throat, but the wild oncoming stripes continued their heavy attack at his upper arm and neck, covering him like a mummy.

 

With a foot he kicked the sand into her face and she was unable to concentrate on what she was doing. The ribboning stopped from her hairline she she no long controlled it. With her shinobi training, she rolled backwards and crouched into a defensive body position.

 

Sesshoumaru cut the ribboning away with some effort. The more there was, the harder it was to get though it. Some of it he just left on there like a bandage covering his skin. It wasn't directly harming him any. Crouching into a similar stance, his center of gravity low, he motioned her with his hand to attack.

 

Like Koga, the shards made her faster. She came in with lighting speed and caught him up in a pressure point punch to his solar plexus, moving him several feet backwards. Sesshoumaru only laughed at her, the attack barely hurt and it gave him a reasonable accounting of her speed. “Quit pulling your punches love. Do you think me so weak that I can't take it?”

 

Akanesuji brought herself up into a tall standing position. “So be it,” she growled, launching high into the air above him and somersaulting so that her feet would land on him first. Sesshoumaru drew himself into a ball of light and shot forward into the very spot she once was to reform, and she landed in a low crouch, feet and hands to the ground.

 

Ribbons flung from her head, snaking around his ankles. Before she could yank and bring him down, he too jumped with lightening speed, dragging her with him into the sky head first. She grabbed the ribbons with her hands and pulled them down to her chest, giving her a clear shot to him. She opened her mouth and a fine stream of poison shot out like a gun, boring a hole into his calf.

 

Before Sesshoumaru and she landed some distance away, he pulled his whip attack from his fingers and snaked them around her neck and face, causing the poison to spray in the wrong direction.

 

He tightened and squeezed, her face turning red. Akanesuji jerked her head back, bringing him unexpectedly forward. No one had ever pulled their own noose tighter before, and Sesshoumaru was honestly surprised. With a knee to his groin, she doubled him over and dug her elbow into the base of his skull, flattening him to the ground.

 

Sesshoumaru teleported a mere two feet away, rolling over just enough to kick her in the face with a mighty foot. Akanesuji flew about ten feet away, making a deep dent in the sand. With a quick backwards roll, she stood low again, waiting for the next attack. Her shinobi training was coming in very handy.

 

The two faced off. She completely naked and him wearing nothing but the fundoshi, their hair swirling wildly around them in the wind. Her red body stripes appeared darker to him, and his eyes glittered more than ever. The heat from their bodies made their natural inu smells strong in each other's noses. If it wasn't for the seriousness of this battle, the two of them would have been extremely turned on.

 

This time, she did the waving, calling him to attack her first. Sesshoumaru leaned in, letting his supernatural speed put him in an easy striking distance where his claws could cut across her throat and shoulder. She ducked a mere five inches, opening her mouth to catch his hand in her teeth and bit down hard. She felt like her mouth would be ripped apart from the blunt force trauma of his wrist catching, but she pushed back the pain and held on tight. Ribbons came out and tied up his face, blinding his eyes while she had hold of him. Playing dirty would be the only way she could win. To conquer Sesshoumaru, she would have to disable is only good arm.

 

Sesshoumaru kicked at her face, his lithe leg reaching high and cutting her ear with his clawed toe nails. Blood gushed down as he twisted hard to pull his arm away from her. Her two strong arms latched around his wrist and held him fast to her mouth. With his whip he lashed out aimlessly, hoping he could get her. With his eyes covered, he could not see what he was doing. When he heard her gasp he knew he had caused her great pain somewhere. She finally loosened her bite and he was able to free himself.

 

He teleported backward, hoping that he would not run into anything serious. His clawed hand pulled away the blindfold and he saw Akanesuji leaning over, grasping her stomach. A deep cut ran from shoulder to opposite thigh. He had gotten her too much.

 

Anger burned in her eyes. When he said not to pull any punches, he had really meant it. Blood ran down her naked body from the gash and after swiping it up in her hand, she sucked her own fingers dry. Her eyes turned a deep burning red and Sesshoumaru knew then that the blood lust was on her. He thought she would not stop until one of them was dead.

 

Akanesuji ran forward, her hands brought up into shikan ken fists, with the knuckles bend inwards and the palm showing, one fist more forward than the other. She feigned a head and neck attack, and when Sesshoumaru leaned backward for the dodge, she dropped low and opened her hand into the shako ken, grabbing the tender meat underneath the fundoshi and pulling hard upwards. He could feel the skin of his testicles tear and a horrid scream leaked from his mouth.

 

She ignored completely the whip wrapped around her neck, cutting off her air supply and the deep poisonous claws holding one arm painfully to the side. All she could think about was tearing his manhood off him and watching the blood spurt out of his femoral arteries. In her vile anger, she discovered she did not need air and that pain only fueled her body's natural fight for survival. She closed her eyes and released herself into it, absorbing the suffering into herself and letting it wash over her. She licked her lips and smelled her own blood...and then unexpectedly the world went very dark.

 

Sesshoumaru was so glad she passed out or else she might have succeeded in neutering him. Inspecting his private parts, everything seemed in order except for the ugly rip in his outermost skin. It hurt more badly than he had ever been hurt before. Even having his arm chopped off didn't hurt like this. That had drained him of his life's blood and energy, but this just down right stung. Looking over to Akanesuji, passed out with her legs spread apart, he spied the bit mark he had once given her and realized it was only fair. He had marked her, and now she had marked him. Only his mark to her had been a lot more fun.

 

Sitting up against a rock, he watched the gash across her ever so slowly clot up. It seemed she didn't have as fast of healing ability as he did. She would be scarred for months, this new gash an ugly purple like the rest of the gashes on her. The skin of her neck had rings cut round it, the poison had burned and cauterized them. Fluid dripped from nose and mouth. In all of her rage, she was beautiful. So beautiful.

 

It was only by sheer determination he had won against her this time. Next time might not be so easy. With the jewel shards in her, she was faster, stronger and more accurate in her aim. Her planning had been scarily accurate. She knew to take out his remaining arm. Blinding him had been brilliant. These last months of demon hunting had taught her an instinctual style of fighting, one where she did not have to think each step out very far in advance. Her experiences were molding her into a fine weapon.

 

Sesshoumaru rubbed the places where she had hurt him. His forearm and wrist was already starting to heal over, but his calf showed signs of infection starting. This was the first time his immunity to poisons was seriously challenged. Red streaks came from it and he squeezed the hole like a giant pimple, milking her poison out of him. It was not the clear or pink tinted poison of her teeth, but a milky white like that of a snake. Once most of it was out, the streaks started to subside. If she ever got this milky white into his torso and closer to his heart, it would disable him for weeks. Best she not know about it.

 

He stood and walked into the water, letting the salty fluid clean his wounds and dirt away. When he gently walked back up to shore not to disturb the ache in his groin, she was awake, staring at the sky. He sat next to her, cautious not to jar his own wounds and kissed the peak of her cheek bone. She closed her eyes and let darkness take her again.

 

She could have won, he thought to himself. Only through hand to hand combat like this did she have a chance. He could never go without a sword again.