InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Perish Once More ❯ II: Chapter Five: Whisperings ( Chapter 30 )

Disclaimer: Youkai and hanyous were never once my idea to begin with, and unfortunately, neither are any of the Inu-Yasha characters. Simply put, this story is my creation, of sorts. Without the talents of Ms. Takahashi there would be no hope for us bizarre wanna-bes.

 

 

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To Perish Twice the Pain: Chapter Five: Whisperings

-Jasmine Fields

 

 

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Warning: Part II angst/drama. -Jazz-

 

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Introducing the Original Characters for Part II(not necessarily in order of appearance):

 

Shiroumi - meaning: sea fort

Meishenshi - meaning: famous warrior

Shouri - meaning: victorious

Kurokeikeno - meaning: black (dark) piety

Fuefuki - meaning: piper

Hotaka - literally a mountain that dwells in Japan… but for this fic, it's a character's name

Rokugatsumi - meaning: June

 

 

Introducing Other Important Terms:

 

Kagi no Kodaitaisei - Key of the Ancient Order

*~*~*~* Kodaitaisei - Ancient Order

Shakuhachi - traditional Japanese bamboo flute

 

 

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Green…

 

Nearly regurgitating his breakfast the lesser creature that even he knew him self to be, held back the rise of bile in his throat, if it were possible, sweating away the discomfit of the situation as he viewed it. If there were potential to pale, further still, his unusual unripe shape of olive drab color then the events of today might have been able to accomplish it. At least until he could figure out a course of action to advise his master on.

 

A warning…

 

Shaking it off, for now, he concentrated on watching the newest arrival to their group with silent curiosity.

 

It was then that their master had sent Kohaku away to perform some task, as he saw fit.

 

Lord Sesshoumaru wishes to interact with the wolf-demon leader?

 

He pondered this information questioning his lord's motive.

 

Why?

 

Something was wrong in the air - foreboding - he was convinced. It was off… distracting… distasteful… even to his own dulled senses. Shadowing his powerful master, ever accustomed to facing - thankfully and willingly - greater dangers under his lord's rule, there was an unnamed malice drenched in mocking deceit tingeing his nerves.

 

His lord pulled Tokijin out from its casing; there was, apparently, serious business his lord attended him self to.

 

Normally he would have said something by now, but realized his tongue was paralyzed from being so close to this creature. Despite being near his master, was he truly this afraid? Or did this dark sorcerer have the power to shut him up?

 

Kurokeikeno.

 

Searching his memory, he realized he knew that name, but where had he heard it?

 

Kuro…Kuro…Kuro-

 

Struck with an unrefined momentary lapse as he witnessed his lord request information concerning the clan of Kodaitaisei - not that his lord was beneath asking… he just wondered at the reasoning behind it. He would ponder it later, but it had to be important if no command were issued to the being - even though the lout was entirely disrespectful and did not pay homage to Sesshoumaru as he ought to have.

 

Kuro…Kurokei…Kurokei…

 

There was a repressive familiarity stemmed from that identity, he knew.

 

The fact that some semi-human scum…

 

He back tracked through his observations to analyze the pieces.

 

Kurokei…semi-human…Kurokei…mon k.

 

That was it. He had the scent of human, but wasn't. He was a contradiction of varying sorts buried by the secrets and lies of the living with the truth soaked in the blood of those already deceased.

 

Thunder struck. Lightning flashed. It was ice; it was fire - the presence he shirked from earlier along their journey up. Darkness cloaked in light; a lamb clothed in wolves' fur; burlap presented and packaged as silk... the combination of illusion and reality. rain and relief in a scorched desert borne of the same entity; conspiracy covered by the likeness of righteousness soiling goodness of the temporary and polluting the eternal all with a fowl display of belligerent falsity.

 

Kurokeikeno.

 

Suddenly, a revelation opened his mind. Pouring out goodwill on the one hand and spouting lies to cause war on the other… He was the evil trump card that plagued his own domain, over a hundred years ago, while he served as general over his own troops.

 

Before I abandoned all my armies to follow Lord Sesshoumaru the very first time…

 

Kurokeikeno was the devil him self that caused devastation and famine then effortlessly and shamelessly established him self into high ranks convincing others that he was the pedestal of salvation - an iron fist of mercy, compassion feeding off the powerless in order to keep false promises. Both familiar and foreign, he was the definition of blurred and unbalanced evil - black and even blacker still the opposing forces that defiled the representation of his sainthood, or so it seemed like sainthood.

 

Before his lord had saved his kingdom…

 

His troops were testament to his cruel schemes and wickedness - he knew it was part of something more fanatical and much more involved then what had been let on at the time. When his armies were overwhelmed after a treaty had been declared… He wished a god-sped painful death to the conjurer.

 

Not even Naraku could measure up when it comes to infuriating milord.

 

Clenching his fists, he listened to the conversation more carefully to extract more content from this monster he counted a personal enemy.

 

Meishenshi.

 

Something about her name… he didn't even bother to analyze and cross-exam it, as he figured its insignificance compared to Kurokeikeno's. He assessed that he would ponder the significance later, if it remained convenient for his memory to do so.

 

How many items of power are necessary?

 

What are they?

 

Where will we find them?

 

How will we find a priestess willing to -

 

His thoughts turned grossly inward as the weight of Sesshoumaru's intent slammed straight into his soul during the trek returning to the base of the mountain. King of his empire still needing a human to elevate his status…. How utterly distressful - all things considered.

 

Wait! That's why milord sent the boy -

 

“Jaken, are you not aware of the wolf demon leader's particular fondness for one of Inuyasha's humans?”

 

The priestess? How could I have not known?

 

Silently, he chuckled with out reservation now that he understood his master's plans. He wondered how it bypassed his careful observation.

 

It would be easier to get his way if another demon, besides his lord, asked that wench for help!

 

His lord had no need of bowing before a lowly wolf-demon prince!

 

Especially one who was so wild he had killed their Rin without fear of retribution!

 

Even though that was years ago…

 

He supposed it was water under the bridge, so to speak, since the heir to the northern lands was fighting his own battle against a common enemy.

 

“Do you doubt his allegiance?”

 

Let alone a human priestess…

 

His lord was counting on his honesty on this matter. Senses flaring with pride as he realized the magnitude of the question his contemplations reserved, he thought, perhaps, a more diplomatic approach might be more suitable for executing his lord's intentions. Offering an opportunity to take a hand in this matter, he willed his master to allow him this great privilege.

 

“We are not so far, Jaken. Let us leave now.”

 

Too bad…

 

If truth be told, his desire was strong to assist his lord at every moment possible for as long as his life was bound to earth. Hell, he'd even abandon everything comfortable for the sake of the afterlife many times over, if given the choice.

 

Internalizing the events of today, he mulled them over and over in his mind many times over the next hour before arriving in the domain the boy was in.

 

He could hear a skirmish occurring in a nearby clearing and wondered at that. There was the wolf… the wind witch… and the boy.

 

Just what in the world would cause them to carry on such a ruckus?

 

 

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