InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Therapist ❯ The Grey Demon ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own “Inuyasha”.

 

 

Some of you might be wondering why I don't just get to the main theme of this story. Well, the reason is simple. I believe a great deal in using words to create a world/setting and characters that aren't just two-dimensional cardboard puppets in a puppet-show. They have to be realistic enough to actually have agendas and motives and be able to act intelligently. Only then can readers suspend their disbelief long enough to feel that the story is somehow plausible.

 

A Word of Warning to Sensitive Readers:
Contains gory scenes and a lemon.

 

Word Translations:

 

Youkai - demon

Taiyoukai - great demon

Inu-youkai - dog demon

Hanyou - half-demon
Ningen - human

 

 

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The entire Matsumoto house was turned upside down as every available manservant went around with lanterns looking for Rin. Several inu-youkai joined in the hunt, using their keen sense of smell to see if they could detect the little girl's whereabouts. They tracked her scent from her room to the adjoining garden and then followed it to a wall, where it abruptly disappeared. Going over the wall, they tried to pick up her scent from there, but were unable to detect even a whiff of her unique odour.

 

Despite his terrible anxiety, Sesshoumaru maintained his clam demeanor. It would be inappropriate for him to run around sniffing the ground like a common hound dog. He had already surveyed his ward's room and the garden. He knew that whatever being or creature made off with Rin was also a master at disguising its own scent.

 

As the hours wore on, the taiyoukai got angrier and angrier as the searchers turned up nothing. Finally, he turned on the one person whom he could blame.

 

“Ja—ken…”

 

 

 

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Sachiko awoke to a dull pain at the back of her head. She wondered if the blow had caused a concussion of sorts. However, the pain soon subsided and she opened her eyes. A scream nearly erupted from her mouth when she saw before her, the gutted torsos of men and women hanging on large meat hooks that dipped down from the ceiling. Accompanying the torsos were an assortment of disarticulated arms, legs, thighs, calves and even heads whose purple tongues hung limply from swollen mouths.

 

Biting her lip, she suppressed her urge to scream. Sachiko reckoned that any hysterical behaviour on her part would end her miserable existence earlier. She glanced downwards at her now naked body and then upwards and realised that her legs and hands were tied tightly and that she was hanging on a similar meat hook. Instead of the hook piercing some part of her body, she hung from the rope that tied her hands together.

 

Looking to her sides, she spotted a small door that seemed to be the only exit from this chamber of horrors. It was at this point when she noticed a little girl who was similarly tied, hanging from another hook. The girl was dripping wet and some strange, strong-smelling herbal paste was smeared over her entire body. As she wondered whether the little girl was dead or alive, she heard a gasp coming from the child.

 

The child screamed when she opened her eyes and then started yelling, “Help Sesshoumaru-sama! Help!”

 

Almost immediately, the small door opened, and the most hideous demon that Sachiko had ever seen half-limped and half-waddled through the door. This was a monster with graying skin, a generous assortment of sores and boils and rounds of fat around his waist, arms and legs. He walked with a distinct limp and had fangs that were chipped and stained.

 

Nonchalantly, he took a rag and tied a gag around the little girl's mouth, making sure that the yelling was reduced to soft “mmmmmmm”s. Then he brought a bucket of warm water and splashed its contents on Sachiko. He did this a few times, before he brought out a clean rag and began washing the dirt and grime off her hanging body, almost as though he was preparing an animal for the slaughter

 

“What are you doing?”

 

There was no answer.

 

“What are you doing?” a little louder now.

 

The ugly demon took another rag and attempted to gag the woman, but was interrupted by a shrill female voice from outside.

 

“Gurekaibutsu!”

 

The demon lumbered out to face a beautiful demoness in an elegant black kimono printed with red flowers. From where she hung, Sachiko could see an intense desire fill the monster's eyes. Unfortunately, in his unsteady lumbering Gurekaibutsu moved too close to the demoness and in response she rapped him sharply on the head with her fan, shouting, “Just WHO do you think you ARE? Never ever lay your filthy hands on me monster! Remember that!”

 

Gurekaibutsu cringed in pain and humiliation as the demoness circled around him.

 

“In 3 days, you are to prepare that special “dish” we talked about. If our guest somehow figures out, who it is that he is eating, his lordship will have your head on a pike!”

 

“Now go! Get on with your work!” the demoness glided away with a haughty expression on her face.

 

His head hanging low Gurekaibutsu stopped by the door to wipe away a tear before he entered his gruesome little world.

 

“Gurekaibutsu-san.”

 

The hideous demon looked around, trying to figure out where the sound came from.

 

“Gurekaibutsu-san,” it was a sweet voice. “Over here please.”

 

The demon moved cautiously towards the source of the voice. He stopped before Sachiko who dipped her voice huskily, “Come closer please, I won't hurt you, I promise.”

 

The demon approached her carefully.

 

“I'm feeling very cold, Gurekaibutsu-san. Please hold me in your arms?”

 

Suddenly the ugly demon snarled angrily and turned away quickly. He seemed to be looking for something to gag her with.

 

“Please, Gurekaibutsu-san. Please hold me, I beg of you. I can do nothing to hurt you, you know that… “ she pleaded. “If you find holding me distasteful, then you can silence me after that.”

 

The ugly demon looked up from his search. It was true. She couldn't do anything to him bound up like that. He moved over and looked at her for the longest time. Then he lifted her gently off her hook, took a seat on a nearby bench and put her on his lap, where she curled up against his chest and placed her head on his shoulder. At first, he didn't quite know what to make of it. Then, his huge arms wrapped themselves awkwardly around the petite woman.

 

After a few minutes, Sachiko began to move, ever so slightly, rubbing her naked hips on his crotch. The ugly demon tensed for a second and then shoved her roughly aside.

 

“W- w- what a-a-are y-y-you d-doing?” He was clearly stunned by her behaviour.

 

“You have strong arms,” she smiled.

 

“Y-you a-are m-m-meat!” he stuttered, his voice was shaking badly. He tried to pick up a cleaver but was unable to grasp the handle properly in his trembling hands.

 

Sachiko let a few tears fall from her eyes. “Please don't deny me, Gurekaibutsu-san… Let me feel the warmth of a man one last time before I die,” she looked up into his face with large, watery eyes and smiled meaningfully.

 

Gurekaibutsu's highly distorted features displayed an expression of shock, pity and confusion. He made guttural noises in his throat that indicated his discomfort.

 

“Gurekaibutsu-san?”

 

A desperate roar sounded from the lips of the grey-skinned demon as he brought the cleaver down. Sachiko let out a small scream and ducked her head when she saw the flashing blade arc towards her. After a few moments, she looked up again and saw the quivering knife imbedded on a wooden chopping board beside her trembling head. The hideous demon was now pulling out something from behind the assortment of dismembered limbs. He hauled a limbless torso with an attached head onto the chopping board. From where she sat, bound hand and foot, Sachiko saw the torso's chest move up and down. The poor wretch was still alive!

 

Sachiko felt her stomach turn. She almost threw up but restrained herself from doing so. She tried closing her eyes, but the pained groans from the limbless man, who strained to scream through his gag, caused her to watch in terror. Expertly, Gurekaibutsu used his knives to cut thin slices off the side of the man's chest. He then carefully arranged the slices elegantly on a bed of lettuce before cleaning up the limbless man and shoving him back behind the dismembered limbs.

 

Paralyzed by fear, Sachiko hung like a rag doll from the arms of the grey-skinned demon as he carefully put her back on her meat hook. She didn't even notice that the little girl was staring wide-eyed at her.

 

“B-b- back l-l-later…” stuttered the demon, who gently stroked her bare leg before leaving with the plate of human flesh in his hand.

 

 

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It was already the second day, but there was still no trace of the missing Rin. Despite the conflict of priorities that was building up inside of him, Sesshoumaru was forced to redirect his agents to deal with the conflict was about to explode over Furuzawa. Since uncovering the identity of Lord Azumamaro's main agent in Furuzawa, Matsumoto's spies were able to unearth more conspirators who were planning an insurrection to snatch the prosperous border town away from the taiyoukai's hold. Time was of the essence as both he and Matsumoto made plans to round up all the conspirators in one fell swoop.

 

“By tomorrow night, we'll weed out all those who have decided to rebel against your rule, my lord…” said the mayor as he unfolded a map of the town and pointed out the locations where their troops would arrest the rebels.

 

Before he could continue, a servant announced the arrival of a letter brought by a courier. Matsumoto received the letter and opened it. “My lord, it seems the enemy may have gotten wind of our plans…”

 

Sesshoumaru read the letter casually. “They may or may not have. Perhaps they are just testing us. Nevertheless, we will attend Lady Kochiyo's feast…”

 

“Begging your pardon, Lord Sesshoumaru,” the mayor bowed his head as he spoke. “But I fear you might be walking into a den of ready assassins. I beg of you to reconsider your decision.”

 

His eyes narrowed to slits as he glanced at the mayor, “This Sesshoumaru will engage Lady Kochiyo in whatever `game' she has planned… to refuse now will cause the enemy to suspect us, if they haven't already.”

 

Although he disagreed, Matsumoto bowed his assent regarding his lord's decision.

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama!”

 

Matsumoto rolled his eyes. Not ANOTHER interruption!

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama!” the little toad that was his lord's steward had dashed down the hallway screeching to a halt at the doorway to the meeting room. Matsumoto frowned at this unseemly behaviour, but held his tongue.

 

“Yes, Jaken,” clearly the demon lord was not amused.

 

“Your bro—I mean the wretched hanyou, Inuyasha, and his group have just entered Furuzawa!” the toad gasped.

 

Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth quietly. This was just great. Now he had to quell the insurrection, find Rin AND avoid his foolhardy half-brother and that wretched miko all that the same time. Could his luck get any worse.

 

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Sachiko dumbly stared at the corner where the limbless man was stored. The shock of what she saw still hadn't quite faded from her mind. Just then, the door crashed open and Gurezaibutsu lumbered in quickly. Tears were streaming freely down his one good eye, as the other was newly blackened by a cruel fist. His clothes were torn in areas where a whip had lashed his shoulders mercilessly. He hurried to his assortment of knives, shaking in anger and grief as he looked for his sharpest knife.

 

His breathing was ragged as he went over to Sachiko, hefted her roughly off the hook and shoved her onto the grimy floor. Then, grabbing a wicked-looking knife, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back her head so that her neck was exposed. Tears sprang to the woman's eyes and she gave him a look of sadness and desperation.

 

“Please…” Sachiko cried. But before she could say `…don't kill me!' she noticed that the knife was shaking in his unsteady hands. Releasing her hair for a moment, he sunk into the wooden bench that stood beside the bloodied wooden chopping board and started to cry. Still holding onto the sharp knife, he let it slide to one side, as though he were trying to make up his mind. From her position on the grimy floor, Sachiko could feel huge droplets of tears fall on her back. Despite her terror, her will to survive overpowered her fear. Gathering all the courage she had, she wriggled up towards one of Gurekaitsu's legs and rubbed it gently with her bare body.

 

“Please don't cry,” she whispered.

 

It took a few moments, but the weeping gradually subsided. “T-t-they b-beat m-me. Th-they s-s-said th-the m-meat w-wa-as b-bad.” he whimpered, looking down at her. “B-b-but t-t-hey d-d-don't k-know i-it wa-wasn't y-you.”

 

“Thank you.” She whispered and began to rub the place between his legs softly with her cheek and shoulder. Gurekaibutsu shuddered as his manhood started to rise and the knife fell from his trembling fingers. He tried to get up but the petite woman stopped him.

 

“Don't be afraid, Gurekaibutsu-san,” she crooned. “Show it to me.”

 

Hesitantly, the demon lowered his pants to reveal his throbbing manhood. Steeling herself for what she hoped was the best performance of her life; Sachiko leaned forward and allowed her tongue to travel from the moist tip all the way up his length towards the mounds of fat that protruded from his belly. Gurekaibutsu gasped and moaned as she took his arousal in her mouth and rolled it around her tongue and lips, expertly licking and sucking it in its most sensitive places. His hips involuntarily moved, thrusting his length slightly deeper into her mouth. Opening up her mouth so she could take in more of his arousal, she used her tongue and the sucking motion created by her small lips to move it in and out of her mouth, nipping it ever so gently between her teeth.

 

The pleasure was so intense at one point; Gurekaibutsu's hips started bucking violently, pulling his length out of her mouth and spilling his seed all over her face and shoulders. Sachiko coughed as some of the warm liquid entered her nose and mouth. After a few seconds, she felt a pair of strong arms lift her up and wipe her face with a wet cloth. For the first time since she came here, she saw that the hideous demon was smiling.

 

“T-th-they w-w-on't h-have y-y-ou,” he held her tightly in his arms and murmured into her ear. “T-th-they th-th-ink y-y-you d-d-died… “

 

“So I won't be made into that “special” dish?”

 

Gurekaibutsu laughed softly, “T-th-at's th-the l-l-little g-g-irl.”