InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Three Guardians ❯ Watching ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter 17

Watching

 

The Darkness embraced the figure lying down next to the blue flamed water basin. He moved his hand over the blue flames watching the scenes flash from one onto another. He mused himself watching an old lord slapping around a young eye-catching human female. He has seen this all before, lords abusing their power for their own personal use. He will abuse the female till she became submissive, caving in to meet his repulsive desires.

 

He looked closer into the basin, the onna looked … broken.

 

No tears, no emotion, nothing was expressed upon her face. Her eyes caught him; they were soulless, deep depths of brown nothingness. It was unfortunate that females were treated indecently.

 

He looked at the image, there was nothing he could do for the girl, she has to survive on her own, find her own path, if she cannot, then she would pay with her life.

 

Again the image changed as he leaned away, placing a platter of fruit in front of him.

 

Kato watched the new image with fascination; the inu hanyou had his arms wrapped around the living carcass hugging her clay body closer to his bloodied form. The inu lifted his hand cupping her face while pressing his lips onto hers. The kiss was sort lived as she pulled away from him to kneel down in front of him ready to please him one way she new how.

 

He looked away disgusted. Naraku's clay pot whore was to play the role of the fallen goddess. He looked more closely at the look alike; she looked akin to his mate-to-be, but no where near her heavenly presence. What disgusted him more was that the lifeless onna took the inu hanyou in a dark dank dungeon; she failed the role playing Kagome.

 

He was sure Kagome would never take advantage of the hanyou, nor would she take him in her mouth in a dungeon. The clay pot was acting more like herself and less like his goddess. The scent of her decaying thing used for a body was a dead giveaway, the only reason Inu Yasha didn't know it was her was due to the dead carcasses in the next cell obscuring her smelling body.

 

Come to think of it, Kagome would never let anyone touch her with a dead body in the same room. Kato gave off a laugh; a demoness would be a better substitute then the clay bitch.

 

He slipped his hand into the fruit tray, picking up a batch of grapes, one by one he lowered the fruit to his mouth. He ignored the scene playing out in front of him preferring to chew the delicious fruit in his mouth.

 

He raised his hand over the flames manipulating the fire, watching as the water changed the scene set before him.

 

Kato fixed his eyes on the water, before him was his beautiful mate-to-be dressed in a traditional kimono made of silk with a white and red design.

 

She was playing with the human child, picking flowers and making them into rings. They had flower rings atop their heads wearing them like crowns, while they used others for necklaces and bracelets; they were the very embodiment of flower children.

 

Kato's mind flashed, he pictured himself with Kagome in a grand room filled with white and blue silk covering the walls and a huge bed in the center of the room. Blue pillows piled ontop of the bed with white swan designs scattered around them. His mate curled into his side with her arms and legs wraped around his body. They were breathing hard and gasping for air. The woman in his arms pressed her naked fleash closer to his own drawing in more body heat. He seen himself making love the his disired mate, making her scream and panting for more.

 

His mind flashed again, this time he seen Kagome full with his child happily craddling her bulging stomach, but was brought back to reality when he seen the demon lord enter the picture.

 

How he dispised the demon, he had his mate in his care while she should be in his arms. She gave him the affection Kato himself should be showered with, love and disire him as he had waited centeries for her to return to him. There should be no one else receiving her love but him.

 

He sighed, his thoughts were running off to subjects he was not ready to consintrate on. He was more concerned with how he was going to obtain her affections, he knew she had a soft part in her heart for the weak and children never the less he would find a way to make her his mate either by doing what the crouupted lord had done to the wrench or she miraciouly falling in love with him. He would prefer the later of the two, but a womans heart is something not to be played with especially that of a god.

 

The image reflected the blue flames givng