InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Thunder, Lightening: The Quiet Resolution of a Fire Maiden ❯ The Story of the Auburn Sutra and the White Line that Ate it ( Chapter 10 )

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The Story of the Auburn Sutra and the White Line that Ate It

 

Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when the person looks back-she will hear her heart.

-Paulo Coelho

 

Here goes nothing. I can't waste this. I just can't ruin this.

 

I don't know why, I don't know how, but I know that this is the decision I have to make. As if I needed him to tell me that the danger was impending. Like I needed to hear the screams of horror to know who introduced himself to the tiny remote village. As if I could not figure it out.

 

When we got there, there was blood; that dark syrupy red amber dripping down the dampened exterior walls of the houses that once providing shelter for the helpless villagers. Their wails, I could hear it from miles away and I do not believe for a moment that I will not hear them for the rest of my forsaken pitiful existence. I know that I have to stop degrading myself and my own capabilities but I can't help myself sometimes. I beat myself up more than anyone else could. Fire glowing red ambers lay in the place of where the temple once stood. Sealing the well would have to wait, it at the moment became second priority. As seeing that the bastard of Naraku and his deformed and deranged minions came and laid siege upon my village. The place I swore to protect from that zealous, self pretentious and megalomaniacal man. He was here; I could smell it and it stank.

 

I remember reading in one of my history books of a man who found pleasure in impaling his enemies. Vlad the Impaler that was the title he was given for the horrendous acts he did.

“Vlad III also known as Vlad the Impaler, Vlad Dracula, was born in late in 1431, in the citadel of Sighisoara, Transylvania, the son of Vlad II, a military governor, appointed by the Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund. Vlad Dracul was also a knight in the Order of the Dragon, a secret fraternity created in 1387 by the Emperor, sworn to uphold Christianity and defend the empire against the Islamic Turks.

One day, Vlad Dracula decided to cleanse his Kingdom of those he considered to be lazy and unproductive, those who suffered from illness, a handicap, or were simply born in poverty.  He decreed that no one should go hungry in his Kingdom, and invited all the poor, unfortunate souls who tainted his concept of what society should be to a banquet in the great hall in Tirgoviste. Once he felt his "guests" had been well fed, not to mention drunk and complacent, Vlad made his appearance, asking them how they would enjoy never having to feel the pain of hunger ever again, or if they wished to never have to worry about anything ever again, to be without a care in the world. Of course, their reply was enthusiastic, so he obliged, ordering his men to board up the hall, which was then set ablaze.  No one escaped.  Vlad Dracula's treatment of his own subjects paled in comparison to the atrocities he committed against his enemies, and any who opposed him.  On St. Bartholomew's Day, he impaled 30,000 merchants for disobeying trade laws, having their bodies left to rot outside the city walls as a reminder of what would happen to any who disobeyed him. 

Rumors abound that Vlad also ate the flesh, and drank the blood of his enemies, often holding dinner parties next to the freshly impaled.  He was very proud of his work, and anyone who showed disdain while looking upon the thousands of putrefying corpses would soon suffer the same fate.  Vlad liked to arrange the impaled in circular patterns, the length of the stakes determined by the victim's rank; this way, wealthy, or powerful opponents would plainly see they were not above the law.  Impalements were carried out in a variety of ways. During his reign, Vlad Dracula also had people decapitated, had their eyes gouged out, had them skinned alive, boiled, burnt, dismembered, eviscerated, or sometimes just physically disfigured for his own amusement.  In one particular incident, Turkish ambassadors who had refused to remove their Phrygian caps in his presence were asked why they insulted him in such a manner. When they replied it was because their hats had to remain on their heads according to custom, he graciously honored their tradition by ordering their hats permanently nailed to their heads, never to be removed again.”

 

I also remember how disgusted I was with this historical figure and of Hitler and his concentration camps. Looking at what Naraku did to these people, made both Vlad and Hitler look like saints. He ripped them apart and decorating the town with their innards. He found ecstasy in making children watch as he had his way with their mothers. He went berserk with the power he had over these people. Berserk can not even start to describe it. I searched in frenzy for my Shippou, for Sango, for Miroku, for InuYasha, for Kaede, and even for Kikyo and Kagura, I looked for Jakken and Rin. I couldn't see them through the veil of tears I shed. My hands shook furiously, the tiny hairs on my arms tingled, the hair at my neck stood at well behaved attention. I balled my energy, my purifying powers given to me the moment the Shikkon no Tama ripped itself out of my body, came alive within me. Building up as much pressure I could take. I began to purify myself and then I let it all go all of my inhibitions. I knew I shouldn't have because I never did before and I had no idea of what could happen but I did. I saw it as my only hope. I let myself go, I let myself go into myself and break. And I did break; it must have been magnificent to see. Like a giant human sparkler. Red, white, yellow, gold, purple, blue, and all the hues in between, colors all I saw was a rainbow and then I felt a surge of excoriating pain flowing throughout my entire being. I was on fire inside and out. Up until that moment I along with everyone else thought I was a faerie or something along those lines. Turns out I'm not. I don't know what I am because at that point when the pain came it was followed by scythes coming out from my forearms and hard steel like talons. I had armor built in body armor. That was what I saw and then I lost it.

 

I remember hearing Sesshoumaru scream my name at the top of his lungs; I remember seeing my wonderful crew alive and well but scared through my peripheral vision in the woods. I remember seeing Rin and Shippou being herded by Jakken, Kaede, and Ah Un. I remember seeing Sango slaying some creature just before she looked to her left to see me. I remember the Houshi, the lecherous, sex obsessed priest, opening his hand to let the hordes in. I remember seeing Kanna flee, Kagura using her wind attack against her master, I remember Kouga dropping to his knees and howling. Part of me died that night, Kouga's wail just rectified my theory that I wished he vetoed. Wolves and other canines howl when someone close to them dies, good dog. I saw Sesshoumaru transform in sheer fury and double timed his ass behind me, he was quick but I was quicker. I saw my target, I saw him raise his head and look at me. I saw his shocked expression I watched as my arm reached out and grabbed him before he could even blink.

 

I slammed him into the ground and Sesshoumaru halted leaving massive trenches in his wake. Giant, puppy pawed shaped trenches. Sesshoumaru probably, no more than likely thought I went kamikaze on his ass. Me the fragile Kagome, bum rushed the most hated, feared, and homicidal entity in existence. I guess that I made his and the other males in the gang heads reel with that notion. In that era women did not make decisions like that, in fact in that era women did not make any decisions. Sango was already looked down upon since she was a bounty hunter and I would be not only looked down upon but ridiculed for not allowing Sesshoumaru to handle it. Little did I know at the time but the other Taiyoukais were there as well fighting Naraku's army with theirs. I would become a celebrity among the youkai and mortal royal and not royal courts. At the time I didn't care, hell even now I don't give two flying fucks about what they say when they see me waltzing through town. I did what I did not for glory but for vengeance. I made an oath and I planned on keeping it.

 

Naraku managed to kick me off of him and stand up. He tried to tackle me but I clothes lined him. As he tumbled to the ground I swept up behind him and punched him in the spine sending him towards heaven. I jumped spread my wings and met his form in the air, where I impaled him with my talons. I was seething with anger. Later I'd find out that my eyes had turned completely white. I wonder what Naraku thought while I pounding the shit out of him, did he think that I was demon spawn or that I was divine justice? I prefer the latter of the two since I did it to protect the remaining villagers and my friends. He cried out in pain and said to me something that I will never forget.

 

“Out of all of the men that I have fought, you are the most worthy adversary.”

 

Did he know?

 

His blood trickled down my fingers to the backs of my hands. I sent him reeling through a massive fir tree. Once he made impact I hurled myself at him with full force. My fist met his face and there was a crack and a severely dislocated mandible. He swung at me, used every spell he could on me, but nothing prevailed. There was no victory for him, not tonight. I gave in to myself, to my hidden identity. I relished in the pain I produced him. Again and again I punished him. Kicking him until he stood up and then to knock him down again. He was helpless and I knew it. I beat him until he begged for death, and even then I beat him more. I ripped off his arms and used them against him. At this Sesshoumaru appealed to the cries of my name by trying to withhold me, I simply knocked the wind out of him. I sliced off Naraku's legs with my newly acquired scythe. Then when his body began to go into shock and only then did I behead him. His head severed cleanly off his body rolled off the shoulders and to the ground where I slammed my foot into it.

 

Afterwards I lost consciousness, I know now that it was because Sesshoumaru used a sleeper hold on me while I was cackling maniacally. Apparently some time in the night Sango and Kaede cleaned me up. I had gashes from where Naraku actually managed to get to. I awoke in this hut to the bright light of the sun surrounded by faces that at the moment I can not distinguish.

 

“Kagome,” asked a tiny voice from my immediate left.

 

“Hai,” I answered, my voice was harsh and my throat sore. I had bandages covering my arms and one across my chest and face.

 

There was a knock, a come in she's awake followed by evenly paced footsteps.

 

“Everyone, out, now.” The voice was sure, deep, melodious and silky. I needed to see who it was but I couldn't turn my head. It hurt too much even to blink.

 

“Who's there,” I pleaded with the dismembered voice.

 

“What the fuck went through your head last night? Did you think I'd be impressed by what you did? Did you think for a moment that maybe you could have died?”

 

“Hmm let's see, thousands of things went through my tiny female mind. Did I think you would be impressed? No, I didn't, my actions were not meant to impress anyone. Did I believe it was possible for my demise? Of course, did I care? No, I made an oath and I am not one to go back on my word.”

 

“You, you ostentatious woman, how you manage to infuriate me, it's as if you do it on purpose. Even that cocky little smirk of yours boils my blood!” At this remark I figured it was my Sesshoumaru. He's the only one here with a vocabulary.

 

“My, my, my, seems as if you like me.”

 

“Like you? Kagome, I love you.”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you deaf?”

 

“Slightly, yes.”

 

“I love you, Higurashi Kagome.”

 

“You do, and who do you happen to be?”

 

“…why must you play with me?”

 

“It's an honest question.”

 

“Sesshoumaru,” Sesshoumaru's delicate eyebrow furrowed just a bit.

 

“Well Sesshoumaru do you love yourself?”

 

“What kind of question is that supposed to be? Do you dare mock me?”

 

“Its simple yes or no and no, I do not mock you.”

 

“Sometimes.”

 

“Okay, good enough.”

 

“Why pray tell have you asked that of me?”

 

“Well it's simple; if you don't love yourself there is no way you can ever love another.”

 

“Nothing is ever that simple.”

 

“Some things are, to kill or be killed, to live or die, or to eat or go without to eat another day.”

 

“You and your blasted philosophy,” exclaimed Sesshoumaru as he stomped his foot on the ground growing quite impatient with the girl on the bed.

 

“I amaze myself sometimes, too.”

 

“How do you feel?”

 

“I feel like I've been run over and then backed up on by a Mack truck, that's how I feel otherwise just peachy. Like I took a refreshing shower.”

 

“I did not mean physically, you are trying my patience.”

 

“Oh am I? And here I thought you had the patience of a chopping block.”

 

“If you are not going to reply than I might as well leave since this Sesshoumaru does not enjoy in the pastime of wasting his time.” As he spoke he lifted himself off of the chair his derrière had previously been firmly planted on.

 

“No,” I sat up quickly causing myself only pain in the process and unraveling my bandages. I could not allow him to walk away so I grabbed his long flowing silver white hair and yanked him backwards onto the half of the bed I once resided on. “Don't.”

 

To say he was taken aback is an understatement. His golden orbs looked into my fiery ones. His hand quicker than lighting reached to my head and grabbed a lock of my own hair and used it to bring my face to his. To which his lips reacted and locked on my own. He pushed me down on the mattress. His lips, soft as rose petals trailed down my neck to my nape where he stayed there for a moment nibbling on the flesh there. Then upwards in a frenzied dance of lust, did those lips take refuge upon my own again. I gasped and his tongue assailed my mouth. Our tongues danced in harmony. He tasted, like sweet figs. He probably ate a fig before I woke up. God I wanted him. I needed him. My hands searched around his shield of defense for an opening anything, a tear in the shirt, anything to touch him. I needed to touch his skin, his hard yet soft body. I couldn't help myself; he was more than appealing, more than attractive. He was Sesshoumaru, in love with me, and I can't lie, I loved him back. Even with all the crimes he has committed, I loved him back. Even with all the blood he's spilt, I loved him. His hands apparently had the same agenda as mine own since one had manage to remove my blouse. How did that get on me anyways? Sango, must have dressed me. His deft hands found their way to the back of my brassier; he managed to remove it without destroying it. Little did I know that he had managed to kidnap one to practice with. That must have been hilarious to witness.

 

I finally found it, the opening I longed for. His sternum was naked and his obi loose. Naturally I undid it, and molested his bare chest. His strong muscular and masculine chest, Sesshoumaru, the Japanese Adonis, perfect was an understatement. His mouth seized my nipple, his tongue swirled around it and he lightly dragged his teeth before nipping at it. I moaned and then there was a knock at the door. As a horny teenager caught in the act by her parents I whipped up my blouse rapidly buttoning the buttons and stood at attention. Sango let herself in. My face was Mustang cherry red. Sesshoumaru the king of cool, did not even budge, he didn't even bother to even try to conceal his previous actions. His shirt open, beautiful purple and white obi lay carelessly across the floor and he smirked at Sango's embarrassment.

 

“Un, um, Kagome… did I um, interrupt something?”

 

“No, not at all, what's up?” My voice squeaked out. Sango was anything but stupid, but she played along anyways.

 

“Okay, well, the villagers have finished preparations for a feast that you are to be the guest of honour at. The Taiyoukais of the East, North and South are here as well. Well you knew Kouga was here. It's going to be a really big deal so the girls and I went out to purchase something for you to wear. A traditional kimono, it's really pretty, it's really unique too. It's a deep yellow melting into red and pink with gold accents. It looks like what a princess would wear, anyways. That is what I wanted to tell you so I'll leave you now.” Sango rushed through her speech and backed out like a rabbit avoiding a fox. Speaking of foxes, where's Shippou-kun?

 

“Kagome.”

 

“Where's Shippou?”

 

“With Rin and Kagura picking flowers.”

 

“Oh…” I began to make my way to the door but was stopped by a very solid form.

 

“Where do you think you are going my dear?”

 

“To Shippou.”

 

“No you are not.”

 

“But-”

 

Those lips took mine before I could finish my protest.

 

 

.To Be Continued

 

Kurai's Korner:

 

Word Count - 3,070

As you already have read, at least I hope you read it. There's a little history excerpt in the story. It plays a bigger role than you may think. As for the person I was offing, it's now obvious. The character I was going to kill was Naraku all along. I mean it's kind of sad because he is cute but Kagome needed this. She's gotten over her funk in a way not entirely, Kagome is a complex little creature that I will enjoy throughly unfolding. I would like to know if anyone could or has spotted my little comparison. It's so tiny, I do hope someone did. As for my lemony goodness, I think that was a bit much too early. Should have waiting a little longer. Feh. 

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Author's Note: Please Read and Review, I appreciate all of your wonderful comments very much. Even private ones, thank you guys a lot for sticking around when I haven't been updating as often as I used to, there is a lot of things going on in my life. Very high stress levels, at one moment I thought I was going to blow up. Your comments always make me smile, so thank you.

 

Ja ne,

Kurai.