InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Untamed: Lecherous Hand, Wandering Iris ❯ Ride in the Whirlwind ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Xagzan 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 06.29.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to Rumiko Takashi, so I make no money from this.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 06.29.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Oh boy, I took a long time with this one didn't I. Sorry. Guess it really is harder to write or read in summer. For a while even, that well of creativity that I've had easy and unlimited access to since before I started ITT suddenly dried up without warning. I knew where I wanted to go with the plot, but couldn't find the words to write it. So yeah, I had a bit of the block there. I don't know if I've fully gotten past it even now, but I think so.
That aside, this chapter has a mini LEMON, as well as a few sudden twists.
Comments fuel my brain, so don't let the power drain. Hehe. Thanks ladycash for beta-ing, and to you guys who've left comments so far. See you at the bottom.
Ride in the Whirlwind
For Miroku, this was certainly a familiar sight. A group of youkai, scattered and swarming across the village. And wolf youkai at that. He and Ryutaro stopped short at the village gate to take in the situation. Surprisingly, there wasn't as much damage as Miroku had expected. Several homes that he could see had broken roofs and destroyed doors and windows, but thankfully there were no fires. Yet. But that wasn't the thing he was most worried about. He prayed silently that there were no fatalities.
“Ryutaro, go and protect the villagers. Ensure no harm comes to them,” Miroku ordered. Ryutaro nodded and took off down the path, gripping the hilt of his blade, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
“I must do the same,” he said aloud. Upon spotting a trio of wolves chasing after a young maid with an infant in her arms, he rushed forward with staff in hand. “Sacred sutras!” He shouted, and flung from his fingers a few paper spells that plastered themselves to the wolves' heads and burst into flames. The woman stopped to catch her breath while the beasts behind her fled, trying to find some water to douse their burning fur.
Miroku went to her side and lay a hand on her shoulder. “Are you hurt?” He asked.
She clutched the baby to her breast and smiled. “No, thank you Sir Monk. You saved us.” Her hair had come undone from her running and had spilled over her back. She pushed it out of her face as she continued on her way. Luckily, she didn't notice the monk's eyes locked on her back as she walked away.
Lovely, he thought. He would have to ask her to bear his children later. Although, she already had one, so perhaps he shouldn't… Then again, that hadn't stopped him before…
The howls of another group of wolves brought him back to reality. He glanced left and right, and then headed down the latter, where a larger pack had crowded around a still unharmed hut. The wolves were motionless, except for their snarling maws, dripping with saliva, hungry for the human meat that lay inside the building.
Miroku hurried towards them, gripping his staff with both hands. With a shout he fell upon them, striking and swatting them away. He brought the staff directly in front of him to intercept a leaping wolf's bite.
This really would've been easier with the Kazaana, he thought, appreciating the irony. He grunted and shoved his attacker to the side before flinging a sacred spell on its head.
The wolves that hadn't fled his onslaught inched away. They surrounded him completely, growling fiercely. Miroku could see from the position of their tails that they were getting ready for one large attack. He frowned and braced himself, readying his staff and remembering where his sutras were stored. He waited for them to pounce, but they just remained there, teeth bared and tails pointed straight back. Miroku was puzzled. Ever so slowly, he loosened his grip on his staff and loosened his muscles.
What's going on? He wondered. Why aren't they attacking?
A whistle suddenly shrilled down the road, around the corner of a storage shed. As if responding to some command, the wolves broke formation around the monk and scrambled to where the sound was. Miroku quickly followed them, taking a trio of sutra spells into his free hand. The wolves led him towards the center of the village, where none other than Ryutaro was facing off against a black haired, scantily clad female wolf. As Miroku got closer, he could see her features more clearly. The woman's silver chest plate barely came up past her breasts, and the clean violet fur pelt left almost all of her shapely legs for the monk's viewing pleasure.
“Just in time,” Ryutaro called out, waving his hand to his friend. “Hey, what are you staring at? Come on, help me out! She's no pushover, this one,” he growled, clenching his whitened knuckles around the hilt of his sword and turning back to face the wolf.
“So,” she began in a delicate, yet commanding voice, “You're not alone, huh?” She narrowed her eyes and glanced from one man to the other, her eyes coming to rest on Miroku as she addressed him. “You're his friend?” She growled, flexing her claws.
Miroku sighed regretfully. He would've loved to have asked this luscious beauty to bear his children, and it wouldn't have been the first time he had asked a luscious youkai female to do so… But, she was attacking a human village, and that came first right now.
“What do you want with this village, wolf?” Miroku questioned firmly.
“My name is Aoi,” she grumbled. “And what do you think?” She laughed. “The pack was hungry, and I was the only one available to take them hunting to find food. Not that it's any of your concern, of course,” she added menacingly. “You'll be dead in a minute anyway, for wounding my precious babies.”
Those `babies' once again began to surround the two men, preparing themselves for a pounce upon their mistress' orders. Aoi herself moved closer to her prey, licking her full, soft lips with a small, wet, pink tongue… At least, that's what it looked like to Miroku. Thankfully, he was able to keep some presence of mind and stay on guard. She laughed again and brushed her bangs out of her eyes, then issued her command. “Get `em.”
Then without warning, she leaped back and landed outside the circle. And that was their cue. The wolves dashed in for the kill and were met by sharp, cold metal. Miroku and Ryutaro moved back to back to bat away the predators and were soon covered in the blood of those they struck. But still, they knew they wouldn't be able to hold off all the beasts.
Suddenly, another voice cried out, “Master Miroku! Master Ryutaro!”
“Oh no,” Ryutaro grumbled, cutting deep into a wolf's leg. “It's the kid.”
Miroku turned for a brief moment and saw Shuichi charging down the road, awkwardly holding his staff for battle. “No! Stay away, Shuichi!” Miroku shouted amidst the loud cries of the scuffle.
Aoi, however, grinned. “Ok boys,” she shouted to her pack. “Forget these two for the moment, go and take that runt down. I'll handle the monk and his perverted friend.” The animals barked and abandoned their position and, to Miroku's dismay, ran down to the young apprentice monk, snarling and snapping their jaws. Shuichi visibly lost his nerve at that point.
“Damn it!” Miroku swore. He turned to run to the boy's side, but the woman had anticipated this and blocked his path. She ducked under a swing of his staff and lunged at him. Before she could hit, Ryutaro came in from the side and elbowed her in the side, sending her to the dirt road with a yelp. Nevertheless, the men knew they couldn't reach Shuichi in time. The wolves were almost on him, and he was barely maintaining any semblance of a defensive stance. They watched, preparing for the worst…but then the furry beasts halted abruptly in front of a very anxious Shuichi.
The woman, too, was startled. She leapt to her feet and waved her arms at her pack. “Hey! What are you waiting for? Go get him!”
But the wolves ignored her and lifted their muzzles up in the air. Soft howls came from them, and after a few moments, Ryutaro noticed something coming their way. From the entrance of the village. And it was…fast.
A whirlwind?!
The small twister rumbled towards their location and, to Ryutaro's bewilderment, carried itself from rooftop to rooftop. Once it had landed on the nearest hut, the wind broke around the middle, revealing a very grumpy looking young man with a red-hilted katana at his hip and a furry brown tail sticking out behind him.
Miroku looked up at him. “Koga, is that you?”
But Koga didn't respond. He was perched in a squatting position, a very droopy, drowsy look on his face. He peered down at the whimpering wolves and hopped down to them. They crowded around him and sniffed at his feet.
“Hey fellas, what're you doing in a place like this?” He asked, arching a scolding eyebrow. “You know that you're not allowed to attack humans, so what the hell are you doing here? Who brought you?”
“Koga!”
Miroku heard Aoi shout and felt her whoosh right past him, sprinting to Koga, who stumbled back clumsily when she jumped into his arms and slithered her slender legs around his hips.
“A-Aoi hnnnnnnnn” He moaned out in surprise when she bit firmly on the neck. He was fully awake now for sure. “What're you doing here?”
“Ohhh,” she pulled her mouth from his neck. Her voice had suddenly taken on an amusingly innocent tone. “Koga, the pack was famished, and you looked so tired sleeping there in the cave. No one else was there, so I decided to take them out for you.”
The young wolf chief grunted and lifted Aoi off him, placing her firmly on her feet. “I told you,” he said, slapping his forehead in frustration, “We don't attack humans. You know that.”
She looked down sheepishly. “I'm sorry,” she muttered. “They all just looked so tasty…”
“Koga.”
The wolf looked up at his name being called. Miroku and two strange men were approaching. One was around the same age and looked like some kind of well-off peasant; the other was younger and dressed in the same garbs as Miroku.
“Hey, you're the monk,” Koga remembered. He placed an arm around Aoi. “Miroku, right? And who are those guys with you?”
“Yes of course,” Miroku replied. He gestured towards the other two. “This is my friend, Ryutaro. He's…well, I'm still not entirely sure what he does, but he's thinking about maybe becoming a monk. And this is Shuichi, who actually is an apprentice monk at the temple nearby.”
Ryutaro bowed politely. Koga glanced back and forth and raised his eyebrow. “So,” he said slowly, “Why is the kid shaking like a newborn cub?”
Shuichi frowned. “I am not shaking!” He protested indignantly.
Ryutaro sighed and patted his shoulder. “Sorry kid, but you kind of are.”
“Aoi,” Koga began, looking down at the vixen with stern eyes, “You didn't try to eat him, did you?”
“Hmph, I did no such thing,” she retorted, crossing her arms over her breasts. “I can honestly say that I made no attempt to eat the boy.” It was true, she didn't. But she wasn't going to tell him that the wolves had. “But,” she pointed accusingly at the two, “They wounded some of the pack!”
“Hm?” Koga looked down at one of the wolves that had been cut by Ryutaro's sword. He bent down to inspect the cuts, looking the wolf over before patting it on the head and sending it away. “He's fine,” he assured Aoi. He looked at the young monk and started to apologize, when he was interrupted.
“It's ok,” murmured Shuichi. “There's no harm done, really.” He smiled. “As long as the village is safe, that's all that matters to me.” Whether they believed it or not, he was in fact being honest. He wouldn't hold a needless grudge if none of his fellow villagers was hurt. Sure, some of the homes had sustained damage, but…well, that Aoi woman didn't seem so bad. It was just a misunderstanding, was all.
“Oh yeah,” Ryutaro quipped, “You grew up here, didn't you?” “And that's why you were so worried about the attack before.”
The wolf leader sighed. “Aoi…” he groaned. “No more humans, I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” She looked crosser and crosser by the moment, being scolded like this in front of the people she had just attacked. How embarrassing.
“That's quite enough of that,” Miroku assured the pair. He walked up to the woman and stuck out his hand in greeting. “I don't believe we've been formally introduced, miss,” he said earnestly.
Aoi looked confused as to how she should react to this.
“That's right, you've never met,” Koga interjected. “Monk, this is Aoi. She's my mate. And this,” he continued, now addressing Aoi, “is the monk Miroku. He's a friend of that mangy mutt I told you about.”
“Wait a minute,” Miroku cut in, holding up his hands, “Did you say mate?” Koga nodded. Miroku stroked his chin thoughtfully. “But I thought you were after Kagome this whole time. And what about that other one, the one we met a couple of times…? The pretty girl with red hair who had a big thing for you ever since you promised to marry her…”
For the first time, it was Koga's turn to look down at the ground under Aoi's increasingly aggravated stare, growing with each second that the monk talked about other potential mates of his. But Miroku didn't notice and went on.
“What was her name again? She wore white furs on her body, bright emerald eyes, had her up tied in pigtails… Hmm… She was quite attractive, now that I remember. Quite a nice figure, too.”
Aoi glanced at the man strangely, sparing Koga for a minute. “You mean to tell me you can remember all about what she looked like, but you can't remember her name?”
Miroku looked at her with no expression on his face. “I don't see where you're going with this,” he blinked.
Koga leaned in and whispered in his mate's ear. “I'm not surprised. I always got the impression that he was something of a lecher from the times I saw him with the others.”
“I heard that,” Miroku spoke out, unamused. “You can't blame me for remembering a pretty face.”
“Whatever,” Koga stood back up, “Anyway, you must be thinking about Ayame.”
Miroku nodded. “Yes, she was from the Northern Wolf Tribe, if I remember what she said correctly. So what happened with her?”
“Feh, whaddya mean `what happened'?” Koga asked. “I wasn't interested in her then and `m obviously not now.”
“Hey!” Aoi chimed in and slapped Koga's bare arm. “Be nice! That girl had a real crush on you.” Miroku and Ryutaro were stunned by this new…niceness in Aoi's personality. Her demeanor had improved considerably from the time she was trying to eat them just minutes ago. She was oblivious to their surprise and kept talking. “Poor thing's probably still heartbroken that she never was lucky enough to get you like I was.”
“I guess you don't know her like I do then,” Koga replied. “Nothing can get that wolf down, and I mean nothing. I doubt she's given up even now. Unless she found another man, that is.”
“Excuse me.”
They all turned to Ryutaro, who cleared his throat for their attention. “It's great that no one's trying to eat us anymore,” he coughed and glanced at Aoi. She shot him a nasty glare, but he ignored it. “But can't we continue this conversation somewhere more private?”
“Good idea,” Miroku agreed. “Shuichi,” he turned to the apprentice monk, “We should go back to the temple, and leave the villagers in peace.”
The boy agreed, much to Koga's surprise, and walked past the group towards the village entrance.
“Wait, are you sure kid?” Koga asked. “You want to take a bunch of youkai who just tried to attack the villagers to some holy place for humans?”
But it really seemed like Shuichi didn't have any objections. Aside from the nervous looks he gave the animals when they rubbed up against his robes, he seemed to have recovered from his earlier fright. “I'm sure,” he insisted, smiling again. “Believe it or not, even though I'm to become a monk, I don't have any natural dislike of youkai. And also, you seem to be an old friend of Master Miroku, so of course you and your woman are welcome.”
Koga clearly thought this guy was way too trusting and innocent. But, what the hell. It was pretty big of him to forgive Aoi for attacking his village just like that. Really forgiving. Might as well take him up on the offer, especially if they wanted to have privacy for their talks. Miroku nodded to Ryutaro and the others for them to follow Shuichi, who was leaving from under the gate. Aoi looked hesitantly at her mate, who simply shrugged. If they were being invited somewhere, they might as well go.
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A short time later…
Normally, the elderly monk would have protested having strange youkai visitors in his temple. But, he was rather taking a liking to this young Koga fellow, in no small part thanks to the alcohol. And considering that he enjoyed the company of the wolf boy's female companion even more, he had allowed them to stay when Miroku and the others had returned and explained what happened. The wolves themselves had, of course, been forced to remain outside where they wouldn't disturb anyone. There was no need for a cage or pen to keep them from wandering off, for they'd stay in whatever spot Koga told them to as long as he was close by. Still, with no meat around at the moment, they found themselves tremendously bored and took to resting on the grass under the setting sun, near that funny hole in the ground with the stone at the bottom. One of them had tried approaching that pit, but was warded off with a spiritual barrier. The others got the message that that place wasn't to be disturbed.
Inside the temple, Koga and Aoi had finally managed to escape the drunken monk's attempts to start a group sing-along. Shuichi had asked for their pardon and begged them to forgive Mushin's behavior. The others were now gathered in Miroku's room, weapons and armor off to the sides.
"Koga, you still run pretty fast," commented Miroku, "Considering you haven't had the Shikon shards in your legs for quite a while."
Koga shrugged. "I guess after all the time they were in me, they must've enhanced my legs' natural strength. So that even when I lost 'em, my muscles had already gotten stronger from running so fast. But never mind that, monk," Koga continued, after wondering about this since they had met again, “Why aren't you with muttface and the others? And the youkai slayer, wasn't she your woman?”
Ryutaro blinked at the mention of his friend having had a serious relationship before. Miroku sighed and tried his best to explain the complex circumstances that had made him realize they could never be truly happy together because of his `charming' nature to other women. Who was he to deny himself to the beautiful young maidens of the land who sought male attention and perhaps children? And after realizing they couldn't be together, he had to make the tough choice to leave the village to spare his friends and Sango the pain and awkwardness of the whole situation.
“It just wouldn't have worked,” he said at the end. “We both would have been hurt and unhappy for the rest of our lives. It was just too complicated.” He looked up at the wolf pair and saw them staring at him.
“Complicated, huh?” Aoi drawled, “You mean, it wouldn't have worked `cause you're a pervert.”
“Ahem, I said no such thing,” Miroku cleared his throat. He wasn't going to admit to anything that crude. “We parted way amicably, in full understanding.” But, he could tell they weren't going to believe him. He glanced around the room for anything to change the subject. “Oh, would you look at that,” he said hurriedly after peering out the window. “It's getting late. I'm going to bed. Goodnight.”
“What? The sun's still up,” Koga said.
But Miroku was already standing and shooing everyone out the door. “Have a good night,” he said cheerfully, waving them goodbye and sliding the door shut behind them.
“What's his deal?” Koga wondered.
“Meh, he's a strange one sometimes,” Ryutaro told him.
Koga took Aoi's hand and made his way to leave the temple. “See you later,” he called back. “We're going to rut, so don't bother us.”
Such openness was normal for Ryutaro, who watched Aoi's tail flick happily at the mention of mating. He turned back to his friend's room and frowned. Miroku had never mentioned anything about this Sango woman before. Of all the things he would've thought about the monk, the last was that he'd ever had a serious, committed relationship with another woman. And a youkai slayer at that. Impressive. But why had he never spoken of it? Ryutaro narrowed his eyes in thought and stared absently at the door. Miroku had given some bizarre, seemingly lame story about not being able to stay with any one girl and leaving the others to avoid embarrassment. If it was that simple, why was this the first he was hearing of it? He wondered, what else might his friend be hiding from him?
Hmm… He stroked his chin. Well, we've all got secrets I guess. Anyway, now that I think about it, he looked kinda down. I should cheer him up.
A thought soon entered his mind and he sauntered over to the maids' chambers. He rapped on the door. “Hey. Fuu, Yui.”
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Later that night…
“Oh, Sir Monk, yess!! Faster! Faster!”
Miroku grunted behind the girl before him on all fours. His hands were anchored on Fuu's tight rear end, now turned red from the repeated slaps he'd given it. He leaned down over her, his sweat covered chest against her back, and picked up the speed of his thrusts, plunging further into her accepting wetness. The girl fought hard to contain her moans and screams, since the walls weren't particularly thick, but was unable to control herself by this point. With the monk above her slamming into her depths firmly even better than his friend had the night before, and Yui laying on the floor under her, lapping away hungrily at her wet folds while the hard tool pounded into her, she couldn't prevent the cries that escaped her lips. Miroku's rigorous fucking soon became so forceful that she fell forward on her elbows to support herself more, raising her ass higher in the air in the process to Miroku's pleasure.
He grinned. With all the noise she and Yui were making, he'd bet the other people in the temple would chastise him in the morning. Especially Shuichi, if he found what he was doing in this sacred place. But, he put that thought aside to fully enjoy the moment. He felt Yui start to slide out from underneath him and Fuu, but he quickly reached down and stopped her with a hand. She gasped as the hand made contact with her dampness. Even though he had already fucked her twice so far, his touch could still fill her with lust she never even knew she had. And now his fingers were delving into her moist cunt, stretching her out around them. Pumping into her faster and faster, pushing her back until her mouth was once again on Fuu's tasty treat.
Miroku groaned. Pleasuring both of them like this wasn't easy, and he was forced to slow down with Fuu to be able to concentrate on the two girls. Still, it didn't seem like the girl was that affected by the slower pace, for he could again feel her inner walls clenching and rippling around his shaft as her orgasm approached, and started drawing his out at the same time. He fingered Yui furiously, making her hips buck up wildly against his hand. She, too, was nearing bursting point already, grinding her hips wildly onto his intruding fingers.
“Ahh, ahh, AHHHH!!” She screamed out, spilling her essence onto his hand, squirting on the floor. Fuu was quick to follow, and gasped out as her pussy convulsed around Miroku, trembling and coating his member in her juices. Growling fiercely, he managed to quickly pull out as his own climax hit and spray his come down on Yui's face, some of it striking Fuu's raised behind and thighs. He rode it out until he had nothing left in him, then collapsed with a huff down on his mat. His eyes turned to watch Fuu bend down and lick his seed off her friend's glazed face before she, too, lay down in exhaustion, worn out from multiple poundings and orgasms.
As he lay there catching his breath, Miroku managed to form a small grin. He'd have to thank Ryutaro for this in the morning.
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Meanwhile…
“AH, Koga!! Yes! Yesssss!! Oooh—shit! Watch out!”
Aoi's sexual rapture was abruptly cut short as Koga lost his footing and tumbled over the edge, literally. He gripped onto her while they took a tumble from the tree and landed with a thud on the hard ground below. His ass would be sore in the morning, and not just from the sex now. Aoi wasn't too pleased either.
“Damn, what the hell…” She muttered, rubbing her bumped head and fixing her tousled tresses.
Koga figured apologizing wouldn't make up for it. But it wasn't entirely his fault. Pinning his woman's back against the bark of a tree while pounding her senseless and also trying to balance on a branch at the same time wasn't the easiest thing to do, even for someone as agile as him. “Sorry,” he muttered anyway.
“At least you got to finish without being interrupted like that,” she glared at her clumsy lover, trying to intimidate him. But he gave her such a pathetically sorry look that she couldn't stay mad at him for long. She sighed and flopped onto her back, spreading her arms perpendicular to her body. Koga took this as a sign of her accepting his apology and he lay down next to her. Aoi shifted over and rested her head on his bare chest, both of them too lazy to pick up their discarded furs. “So,” she spoke quietly, “You and the monk are old friends?”
“Feh, if you wanna call it that,” he replied. “He seemed to be the brightest of the bunch, and that was pretty handy whenever Naraku came around.” He stared up at the sky. “It was obvious he was a lecher, but I'm still kinda surprised he didn't stay with that woman. He had a real good thing goin' for him, last I saw. I mean really, now what's he got? Traveling with a man instead of two hot babes? Yeah, that's much better,” he scoffed. “Besides…” He paused.
“What is it?”
“…Nah, it's nothing. Just me being stupid.” He laughed and kissed Aoi's soft forehead, brushed some of her dark hair from her pretty, smiling face, and then soon fell asleep with her head on his chest. Now they'd just have to remember to get dressed before the others came looking for them…
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Elsewhere in the dark night…
The wolf youkai struggled violently in his chains, gnashing his teeth at the guards outside the cell. They didn't budge, but remained standing still as statues with their back turned to him. The wolf couldn't remember how he had gotten here. The last thing he did recall was roaming around freely outside that castle. The human one. Yeah, it had been the one old Nimari had told them all to avoid, but in his hunting he had come across some delicious looking prey and couldn't rest until he'd caught it. Unfortunately, the horse had lured him unawares into that mortal territory, the one their clan was at odds with, and before he knew it, he had felt the heavy thud of a blunt object striking the back of his head. And then he had woken up here, chained in this tiny prison cell with two people, reeking of humans, standing watch outside. He had thrown endless curses and threats at them, but they hadn't once acknowledged him. And he was still feeling dizzy from the blow earlier. The wolf could only guess where he was now. Probably somewhere in that wretched castle, or perhaps below it. He could hear what sounded like footsteps somewhere above.
“Let me out, damn it,” he growled lowly. They didn't respond, as usual. He groaned and slunk back against the wall. “What the hell am I doing here anyway you bastards? Who the hell do you humans think you are? If my pack gets news of this, you're all mincemeat.”
Again, nothing from the two men. He was about to speak up again when the door to the chamber creaked open. He hadn't even known where the door was, it was so hidden in shadow. Into the dim candlelight a regal looking figure, for humans anyway, entered, along with a figure cloaked in dark clothes, only the light of his eyes visible.
“Yes, my lord?” The two guards spoke together.
The man who was a lord apparently didn't feel like speaking, and he motioned this to the man with him, who understood perfectly.
“Lord Ujio says,” he related, “That the message has arrived, and what he said might happen must now occur.” He glanced quickly past the guards into the captive's cage. The wolf couldn't help but feel a small pang of fear in his breast as those eyes met his. How cold they were. The man with the cold eyes nodded his head to the guards. “Do it.”
“But sir,” one guard broke character by speaking out of turn, “What about his mangy friends? If we do this, they won't—”
“Silence,” the man commanded softly. “It is not your place to question Lord Ujio. You will do as you are told and leave the decisions to your master.”
And with that, the lord and the other man turned around. The wolf, for a fleeting moment, foolishly thought that order had been to let him go free. But that quickly changed when the guards walked over to the corners of the dark room, and each returned with an arrow already notched in a bow, steadily aiming at him through the bars.
“Wha—”
He didn't get to finish his shocked outburst before the pair of arrows pierced his chest and neck, embedding themselves deeply into his flesh. The fading wolf hadn't thought that the shadowy room could get any darker, but he was wrong. And as his vision blackened, and the coppery taste of his own blood flowed into his mouth, his body went slack and the thump-thumping of his heart came to a slow, but sure, stop.
To be continued…
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Next time:
Murder and execution stain the grounds below this castle, and the blood of one of the wolf youkai lies on the walls and floors. With this sudden and seemingly unreasonable turn of events, what will transpire between the feuding clan and humans? And at Mushin's temple, with Koga now on the scene, there's some mischief sure to follow. Stay tuned.
My note: I know, such a morbid ending, no? Well hopefully the lust and humor of the previous scenes was still in your head.
Now, as for Aoi, I tried to introduce her as a character who's initially a wild wolf vixen who attacks humans, like Koga was, but once that misunderstanding is taken care of, as someone who's just a likeable, lustful, even mature girl for Koga. Hope I succeeded a bit at least. And yes, Shuichi is very, very forgiving.
So, as it says, now that Koga is here, I wonder what will happen next. And even more, what this brewing feud up north is all about.
Comments welcome, thanks. See you next time. Stay healthy.
That aside, this chapter has a mini LEMON, as well as a few sudden twists.
Comments fuel my brain, so don't let the power drain. Hehe. Thanks ladycash for beta-ing, and to you guys who've left comments so far. See you at the bottom.
Ride in the Whirlwind
For Miroku, this was certainly a familiar sight. A group of youkai, scattered and swarming across the village. And wolf youkai at that. He and Ryutaro stopped short at the village gate to take in the situation. Surprisingly, there wasn't as much damage as Miroku had expected. Several homes that he could see had broken roofs and destroyed doors and windows, but thankfully there were no fires. Yet. But that wasn't the thing he was most worried about. He prayed silently that there were no fatalities.
“Ryutaro, go and protect the villagers. Ensure no harm comes to them,” Miroku ordered. Ryutaro nodded and took off down the path, gripping the hilt of his blade, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
“I must do the same,” he said aloud. Upon spotting a trio of wolves chasing after a young maid with an infant in her arms, he rushed forward with staff in hand. “Sacred sutras!” He shouted, and flung from his fingers a few paper spells that plastered themselves to the wolves' heads and burst into flames. The woman stopped to catch her breath while the beasts behind her fled, trying to find some water to douse their burning fur.
Miroku went to her side and lay a hand on her shoulder. “Are you hurt?” He asked.
She clutched the baby to her breast and smiled. “No, thank you Sir Monk. You saved us.” Her hair had come undone from her running and had spilled over her back. She pushed it out of her face as she continued on her way. Luckily, she didn't notice the monk's eyes locked on her back as she walked away.
Lovely, he thought. He would have to ask her to bear his children later. Although, she already had one, so perhaps he shouldn't… Then again, that hadn't stopped him before…
The howls of another group of wolves brought him back to reality. He glanced left and right, and then headed down the latter, where a larger pack had crowded around a still unharmed hut. The wolves were motionless, except for their snarling maws, dripping with saliva, hungry for the human meat that lay inside the building.
Miroku hurried towards them, gripping his staff with both hands. With a shout he fell upon them, striking and swatting them away. He brought the staff directly in front of him to intercept a leaping wolf's bite.
This really would've been easier with the Kazaana, he thought, appreciating the irony. He grunted and shoved his attacker to the side before flinging a sacred spell on its head.
The wolves that hadn't fled his onslaught inched away. They surrounded him completely, growling fiercely. Miroku could see from the position of their tails that they were getting ready for one large attack. He frowned and braced himself, readying his staff and remembering where his sutras were stored. He waited for them to pounce, but they just remained there, teeth bared and tails pointed straight back. Miroku was puzzled. Ever so slowly, he loosened his grip on his staff and loosened his muscles.
What's going on? He wondered. Why aren't they attacking?
A whistle suddenly shrilled down the road, around the corner of a storage shed. As if responding to some command, the wolves broke formation around the monk and scrambled to where the sound was. Miroku quickly followed them, taking a trio of sutra spells into his free hand. The wolves led him towards the center of the village, where none other than Ryutaro was facing off against a black haired, scantily clad female wolf. As Miroku got closer, he could see her features more clearly. The woman's silver chest plate barely came up past her breasts, and the clean violet fur pelt left almost all of her shapely legs for the monk's viewing pleasure.
“Just in time,” Ryutaro called out, waving his hand to his friend. “Hey, what are you staring at? Come on, help me out! She's no pushover, this one,” he growled, clenching his whitened knuckles around the hilt of his sword and turning back to face the wolf.
“So,” she began in a delicate, yet commanding voice, “You're not alone, huh?” She narrowed her eyes and glanced from one man to the other, her eyes coming to rest on Miroku as she addressed him. “You're his friend?” She growled, flexing her claws.
Miroku sighed regretfully. He would've loved to have asked this luscious beauty to bear his children, and it wouldn't have been the first time he had asked a luscious youkai female to do so… But, she was attacking a human village, and that came first right now.
“What do you want with this village, wolf?” Miroku questioned firmly.
“My name is Aoi,” she grumbled. “And what do you think?” She laughed. “The pack was hungry, and I was the only one available to take them hunting to find food. Not that it's any of your concern, of course,” she added menacingly. “You'll be dead in a minute anyway, for wounding my precious babies.”
Those `babies' once again began to surround the two men, preparing themselves for a pounce upon their mistress' orders. Aoi herself moved closer to her prey, licking her full, soft lips with a small, wet, pink tongue… At least, that's what it looked like to Miroku. Thankfully, he was able to keep some presence of mind and stay on guard. She laughed again and brushed her bangs out of her eyes, then issued her command. “Get `em.”
Then without warning, she leaped back and landed outside the circle. And that was their cue. The wolves dashed in for the kill and were met by sharp, cold metal. Miroku and Ryutaro moved back to back to bat away the predators and were soon covered in the blood of those they struck. But still, they knew they wouldn't be able to hold off all the beasts.
Suddenly, another voice cried out, “Master Miroku! Master Ryutaro!”
“Oh no,” Ryutaro grumbled, cutting deep into a wolf's leg. “It's the kid.”
Miroku turned for a brief moment and saw Shuichi charging down the road, awkwardly holding his staff for battle. “No! Stay away, Shuichi!” Miroku shouted amidst the loud cries of the scuffle.
Aoi, however, grinned. “Ok boys,” she shouted to her pack. “Forget these two for the moment, go and take that runt down. I'll handle the monk and his perverted friend.” The animals barked and abandoned their position and, to Miroku's dismay, ran down to the young apprentice monk, snarling and snapping their jaws. Shuichi visibly lost his nerve at that point.
“Damn it!” Miroku swore. He turned to run to the boy's side, but the woman had anticipated this and blocked his path. She ducked under a swing of his staff and lunged at him. Before she could hit, Ryutaro came in from the side and elbowed her in the side, sending her to the dirt road with a yelp. Nevertheless, the men knew they couldn't reach Shuichi in time. The wolves were almost on him, and he was barely maintaining any semblance of a defensive stance. They watched, preparing for the worst…but then the furry beasts halted abruptly in front of a very anxious Shuichi.
The woman, too, was startled. She leapt to her feet and waved her arms at her pack. “Hey! What are you waiting for? Go get him!”
But the wolves ignored her and lifted their muzzles up in the air. Soft howls came from them, and after a few moments, Ryutaro noticed something coming their way. From the entrance of the village. And it was…fast.
A whirlwind?!
The small twister rumbled towards their location and, to Ryutaro's bewilderment, carried itself from rooftop to rooftop. Once it had landed on the nearest hut, the wind broke around the middle, revealing a very grumpy looking young man with a red-hilted katana at his hip and a furry brown tail sticking out behind him.
Miroku looked up at him. “Koga, is that you?”
But Koga didn't respond. He was perched in a squatting position, a very droopy, drowsy look on his face. He peered down at the whimpering wolves and hopped down to them. They crowded around him and sniffed at his feet.
“Hey fellas, what're you doing in a place like this?” He asked, arching a scolding eyebrow. “You know that you're not allowed to attack humans, so what the hell are you doing here? Who brought you?”
“Koga!”
Miroku heard Aoi shout and felt her whoosh right past him, sprinting to Koga, who stumbled back clumsily when she jumped into his arms and slithered her slender legs around his hips.
“A-Aoi hnnnnnnnn” He moaned out in surprise when she bit firmly on the neck. He was fully awake now for sure. “What're you doing here?”
“Ohhh,” she pulled her mouth from his neck. Her voice had suddenly taken on an amusingly innocent tone. “Koga, the pack was famished, and you looked so tired sleeping there in the cave. No one else was there, so I decided to take them out for you.”
The young wolf chief grunted and lifted Aoi off him, placing her firmly on her feet. “I told you,” he said, slapping his forehead in frustration, “We don't attack humans. You know that.”
She looked down sheepishly. “I'm sorry,” she muttered. “They all just looked so tasty…”
“Koga.”
The wolf looked up at his name being called. Miroku and two strange men were approaching. One was around the same age and looked like some kind of well-off peasant; the other was younger and dressed in the same garbs as Miroku.
“Hey, you're the monk,” Koga remembered. He placed an arm around Aoi. “Miroku, right? And who are those guys with you?”
“Yes of course,” Miroku replied. He gestured towards the other two. “This is my friend, Ryutaro. He's…well, I'm still not entirely sure what he does, but he's thinking about maybe becoming a monk. And this is Shuichi, who actually is an apprentice monk at the temple nearby.”
Ryutaro bowed politely. Koga glanced back and forth and raised his eyebrow. “So,” he said slowly, “Why is the kid shaking like a newborn cub?”
Shuichi frowned. “I am not shaking!” He protested indignantly.
Ryutaro sighed and patted his shoulder. “Sorry kid, but you kind of are.”
“Aoi,” Koga began, looking down at the vixen with stern eyes, “You didn't try to eat him, did you?”
“Hmph, I did no such thing,” she retorted, crossing her arms over her breasts. “I can honestly say that I made no attempt to eat the boy.” It was true, she didn't. But she wasn't going to tell him that the wolves had. “But,” she pointed accusingly at the two, “They wounded some of the pack!”
“Hm?” Koga looked down at one of the wolves that had been cut by Ryutaro's sword. He bent down to inspect the cuts, looking the wolf over before patting it on the head and sending it away. “He's fine,” he assured Aoi. He looked at the young monk and started to apologize, when he was interrupted.
“It's ok,” murmured Shuichi. “There's no harm done, really.” He smiled. “As long as the village is safe, that's all that matters to me.” Whether they believed it or not, he was in fact being honest. He wouldn't hold a needless grudge if none of his fellow villagers was hurt. Sure, some of the homes had sustained damage, but…well, that Aoi woman didn't seem so bad. It was just a misunderstanding, was all.
“Oh yeah,” Ryutaro quipped, “You grew up here, didn't you?” “And that's why you were so worried about the attack before.”
The wolf leader sighed. “Aoi…” he groaned. “No more humans, I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” She looked crosser and crosser by the moment, being scolded like this in front of the people she had just attacked. How embarrassing.
“That's quite enough of that,” Miroku assured the pair. He walked up to the woman and stuck out his hand in greeting. “I don't believe we've been formally introduced, miss,” he said earnestly.
Aoi looked confused as to how she should react to this.
“That's right, you've never met,” Koga interjected. “Monk, this is Aoi. She's my mate. And this,” he continued, now addressing Aoi, “is the monk Miroku. He's a friend of that mangy mutt I told you about.”
“Wait a minute,” Miroku cut in, holding up his hands, “Did you say mate?” Koga nodded. Miroku stroked his chin thoughtfully. “But I thought you were after Kagome this whole time. And what about that other one, the one we met a couple of times…? The pretty girl with red hair who had a big thing for you ever since you promised to marry her…”
For the first time, it was Koga's turn to look down at the ground under Aoi's increasingly aggravated stare, growing with each second that the monk talked about other potential mates of his. But Miroku didn't notice and went on.
“What was her name again? She wore white furs on her body, bright emerald eyes, had her up tied in pigtails… Hmm… She was quite attractive, now that I remember. Quite a nice figure, too.”
Aoi glanced at the man strangely, sparing Koga for a minute. “You mean to tell me you can remember all about what she looked like, but you can't remember her name?”
Miroku looked at her with no expression on his face. “I don't see where you're going with this,” he blinked.
Koga leaned in and whispered in his mate's ear. “I'm not surprised. I always got the impression that he was something of a lecher from the times I saw him with the others.”
“I heard that,” Miroku spoke out, unamused. “You can't blame me for remembering a pretty face.”
“Whatever,” Koga stood back up, “Anyway, you must be thinking about Ayame.”
Miroku nodded. “Yes, she was from the Northern Wolf Tribe, if I remember what she said correctly. So what happened with her?”
“Feh, whaddya mean `what happened'?” Koga asked. “I wasn't interested in her then and `m obviously not now.”
“Hey!” Aoi chimed in and slapped Koga's bare arm. “Be nice! That girl had a real crush on you.” Miroku and Ryutaro were stunned by this new…niceness in Aoi's personality. Her demeanor had improved considerably from the time she was trying to eat them just minutes ago. She was oblivious to their surprise and kept talking. “Poor thing's probably still heartbroken that she never was lucky enough to get you like I was.”
“I guess you don't know her like I do then,” Koga replied. “Nothing can get that wolf down, and I mean nothing. I doubt she's given up even now. Unless she found another man, that is.”
“Excuse me.”
They all turned to Ryutaro, who cleared his throat for their attention. “It's great that no one's trying to eat us anymore,” he coughed and glanced at Aoi. She shot him a nasty glare, but he ignored it. “But can't we continue this conversation somewhere more private?”
“Good idea,” Miroku agreed. “Shuichi,” he turned to the apprentice monk, “We should go back to the temple, and leave the villagers in peace.”
The boy agreed, much to Koga's surprise, and walked past the group towards the village entrance.
“Wait, are you sure kid?” Koga asked. “You want to take a bunch of youkai who just tried to attack the villagers to some holy place for humans?”
But it really seemed like Shuichi didn't have any objections. Aside from the nervous looks he gave the animals when they rubbed up against his robes, he seemed to have recovered from his earlier fright. “I'm sure,” he insisted, smiling again. “Believe it or not, even though I'm to become a monk, I don't have any natural dislike of youkai. And also, you seem to be an old friend of Master Miroku, so of course you and your woman are welcome.”
Koga clearly thought this guy was way too trusting and innocent. But, what the hell. It was pretty big of him to forgive Aoi for attacking his village just like that. Really forgiving. Might as well take him up on the offer, especially if they wanted to have privacy for their talks. Miroku nodded to Ryutaro and the others for them to follow Shuichi, who was leaving from under the gate. Aoi looked hesitantly at her mate, who simply shrugged. If they were being invited somewhere, they might as well go.
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A short time later…
Normally, the elderly monk would have protested having strange youkai visitors in his temple. But, he was rather taking a liking to this young Koga fellow, in no small part thanks to the alcohol. And considering that he enjoyed the company of the wolf boy's female companion even more, he had allowed them to stay when Miroku and the others had returned and explained what happened. The wolves themselves had, of course, been forced to remain outside where they wouldn't disturb anyone. There was no need for a cage or pen to keep them from wandering off, for they'd stay in whatever spot Koga told them to as long as he was close by. Still, with no meat around at the moment, they found themselves tremendously bored and took to resting on the grass under the setting sun, near that funny hole in the ground with the stone at the bottom. One of them had tried approaching that pit, but was warded off with a spiritual barrier. The others got the message that that place wasn't to be disturbed.
Inside the temple, Koga and Aoi had finally managed to escape the drunken monk's attempts to start a group sing-along. Shuichi had asked for their pardon and begged them to forgive Mushin's behavior. The others were now gathered in Miroku's room, weapons and armor off to the sides.
"Koga, you still run pretty fast," commented Miroku, "Considering you haven't had the Shikon shards in your legs for quite a while."
Koga shrugged. "I guess after all the time they were in me, they must've enhanced my legs' natural strength. So that even when I lost 'em, my muscles had already gotten stronger from running so fast. But never mind that, monk," Koga continued, after wondering about this since they had met again, “Why aren't you with muttface and the others? And the youkai slayer, wasn't she your woman?”
Ryutaro blinked at the mention of his friend having had a serious relationship before. Miroku sighed and tried his best to explain the complex circumstances that had made him realize they could never be truly happy together because of his `charming' nature to other women. Who was he to deny himself to the beautiful young maidens of the land who sought male attention and perhaps children? And after realizing they couldn't be together, he had to make the tough choice to leave the village to spare his friends and Sango the pain and awkwardness of the whole situation.
“It just wouldn't have worked,” he said at the end. “We both would have been hurt and unhappy for the rest of our lives. It was just too complicated.” He looked up at the wolf pair and saw them staring at him.
“Complicated, huh?” Aoi drawled, “You mean, it wouldn't have worked `cause you're a pervert.”
“Ahem, I said no such thing,” Miroku cleared his throat. He wasn't going to admit to anything that crude. “We parted way amicably, in full understanding.” But, he could tell they weren't going to believe him. He glanced around the room for anything to change the subject. “Oh, would you look at that,” he said hurriedly after peering out the window. “It's getting late. I'm going to bed. Goodnight.”
“What? The sun's still up,” Koga said.
But Miroku was already standing and shooing everyone out the door. “Have a good night,” he said cheerfully, waving them goodbye and sliding the door shut behind them.
“What's his deal?” Koga wondered.
“Meh, he's a strange one sometimes,” Ryutaro told him.
Koga took Aoi's hand and made his way to leave the temple. “See you later,” he called back. “We're going to rut, so don't bother us.”
Such openness was normal for Ryutaro, who watched Aoi's tail flick happily at the mention of mating. He turned back to his friend's room and frowned. Miroku had never mentioned anything about this Sango woman before. Of all the things he would've thought about the monk, the last was that he'd ever had a serious, committed relationship with another woman. And a youkai slayer at that. Impressive. But why had he never spoken of it? Ryutaro narrowed his eyes in thought and stared absently at the door. Miroku had given some bizarre, seemingly lame story about not being able to stay with any one girl and leaving the others to avoid embarrassment. If it was that simple, why was this the first he was hearing of it? He wondered, what else might his friend be hiding from him?
Hmm… He stroked his chin. Well, we've all got secrets I guess. Anyway, now that I think about it, he looked kinda down. I should cheer him up.
A thought soon entered his mind and he sauntered over to the maids' chambers. He rapped on the door. “Hey. Fuu, Yui.”
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Later that night…
“Oh, Sir Monk, yess!! Faster! Faster!”
Miroku grunted behind the girl before him on all fours. His hands were anchored on Fuu's tight rear end, now turned red from the repeated slaps he'd given it. He leaned down over her, his sweat covered chest against her back, and picked up the speed of his thrusts, plunging further into her accepting wetness. The girl fought hard to contain her moans and screams, since the walls weren't particularly thick, but was unable to control herself by this point. With the monk above her slamming into her depths firmly even better than his friend had the night before, and Yui laying on the floor under her, lapping away hungrily at her wet folds while the hard tool pounded into her, she couldn't prevent the cries that escaped her lips. Miroku's rigorous fucking soon became so forceful that she fell forward on her elbows to support herself more, raising her ass higher in the air in the process to Miroku's pleasure.
He grinned. With all the noise she and Yui were making, he'd bet the other people in the temple would chastise him in the morning. Especially Shuichi, if he found what he was doing in this sacred place. But, he put that thought aside to fully enjoy the moment. He felt Yui start to slide out from underneath him and Fuu, but he quickly reached down and stopped her with a hand. She gasped as the hand made contact with her dampness. Even though he had already fucked her twice so far, his touch could still fill her with lust she never even knew she had. And now his fingers were delving into her moist cunt, stretching her out around them. Pumping into her faster and faster, pushing her back until her mouth was once again on Fuu's tasty treat.
Miroku groaned. Pleasuring both of them like this wasn't easy, and he was forced to slow down with Fuu to be able to concentrate on the two girls. Still, it didn't seem like the girl was that affected by the slower pace, for he could again feel her inner walls clenching and rippling around his shaft as her orgasm approached, and started drawing his out at the same time. He fingered Yui furiously, making her hips buck up wildly against his hand. She, too, was nearing bursting point already, grinding her hips wildly onto his intruding fingers.
“Ahh, ahh, AHHHH!!” She screamed out, spilling her essence onto his hand, squirting on the floor. Fuu was quick to follow, and gasped out as her pussy convulsed around Miroku, trembling and coating his member in her juices. Growling fiercely, he managed to quickly pull out as his own climax hit and spray his come down on Yui's face, some of it striking Fuu's raised behind and thighs. He rode it out until he had nothing left in him, then collapsed with a huff down on his mat. His eyes turned to watch Fuu bend down and lick his seed off her friend's glazed face before she, too, lay down in exhaustion, worn out from multiple poundings and orgasms.
As he lay there catching his breath, Miroku managed to form a small grin. He'd have to thank Ryutaro for this in the morning.
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Meanwhile…
“AH, Koga!! Yes! Yesssss!! Oooh—shit! Watch out!”
Aoi's sexual rapture was abruptly cut short as Koga lost his footing and tumbled over the edge, literally. He gripped onto her while they took a tumble from the tree and landed with a thud on the hard ground below. His ass would be sore in the morning, and not just from the sex now. Aoi wasn't too pleased either.
“Damn, what the hell…” She muttered, rubbing her bumped head and fixing her tousled tresses.
Koga figured apologizing wouldn't make up for it. But it wasn't entirely his fault. Pinning his woman's back against the bark of a tree while pounding her senseless and also trying to balance on a branch at the same time wasn't the easiest thing to do, even for someone as agile as him. “Sorry,” he muttered anyway.
“At least you got to finish without being interrupted like that,” she glared at her clumsy lover, trying to intimidate him. But he gave her such a pathetically sorry look that she couldn't stay mad at him for long. She sighed and flopped onto her back, spreading her arms perpendicular to her body. Koga took this as a sign of her accepting his apology and he lay down next to her. Aoi shifted over and rested her head on his bare chest, both of them too lazy to pick up their discarded furs. “So,” she spoke quietly, “You and the monk are old friends?”
“Feh, if you wanna call it that,” he replied. “He seemed to be the brightest of the bunch, and that was pretty handy whenever Naraku came around.” He stared up at the sky. “It was obvious he was a lecher, but I'm still kinda surprised he didn't stay with that woman. He had a real good thing goin' for him, last I saw. I mean really, now what's he got? Traveling with a man instead of two hot babes? Yeah, that's much better,” he scoffed. “Besides…” He paused.
“What is it?”
“…Nah, it's nothing. Just me being stupid.” He laughed and kissed Aoi's soft forehead, brushed some of her dark hair from her pretty, smiling face, and then soon fell asleep with her head on his chest. Now they'd just have to remember to get dressed before the others came looking for them…
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Elsewhere in the dark night…
The wolf youkai struggled violently in his chains, gnashing his teeth at the guards outside the cell. They didn't budge, but remained standing still as statues with their back turned to him. The wolf couldn't remember how he had gotten here. The last thing he did recall was roaming around freely outside that castle. The human one. Yeah, it had been the one old Nimari had told them all to avoid, but in his hunting he had come across some delicious looking prey and couldn't rest until he'd caught it. Unfortunately, the horse had lured him unawares into that mortal territory, the one their clan was at odds with, and before he knew it, he had felt the heavy thud of a blunt object striking the back of his head. And then he had woken up here, chained in this tiny prison cell with two people, reeking of humans, standing watch outside. He had thrown endless curses and threats at them, but they hadn't once acknowledged him. And he was still feeling dizzy from the blow earlier. The wolf could only guess where he was now. Probably somewhere in that wretched castle, or perhaps below it. He could hear what sounded like footsteps somewhere above.
“Let me out, damn it,” he growled lowly. They didn't respond, as usual. He groaned and slunk back against the wall. “What the hell am I doing here anyway you bastards? Who the hell do you humans think you are? If my pack gets news of this, you're all mincemeat.”
Again, nothing from the two men. He was about to speak up again when the door to the chamber creaked open. He hadn't even known where the door was, it was so hidden in shadow. Into the dim candlelight a regal looking figure, for humans anyway, entered, along with a figure cloaked in dark clothes, only the light of his eyes visible.
“Yes, my lord?” The two guards spoke together.
The man who was a lord apparently didn't feel like speaking, and he motioned this to the man with him, who understood perfectly.
“Lord Ujio says,” he related, “That the message has arrived, and what he said might happen must now occur.” He glanced quickly past the guards into the captive's cage. The wolf couldn't help but feel a small pang of fear in his breast as those eyes met his. How cold they were. The man with the cold eyes nodded his head to the guards. “Do it.”
“But sir,” one guard broke character by speaking out of turn, “What about his mangy friends? If we do this, they won't—”
“Silence,” the man commanded softly. “It is not your place to question Lord Ujio. You will do as you are told and leave the decisions to your master.”
And with that, the lord and the other man turned around. The wolf, for a fleeting moment, foolishly thought that order had been to let him go free. But that quickly changed when the guards walked over to the corners of the dark room, and each returned with an arrow already notched in a bow, steadily aiming at him through the bars.
“Wha—”
He didn't get to finish his shocked outburst before the pair of arrows pierced his chest and neck, embedding themselves deeply into his flesh. The fading wolf hadn't thought that the shadowy room could get any darker, but he was wrong. And as his vision blackened, and the coppery taste of his own blood flowed into his mouth, his body went slack and the thump-thumping of his heart came to a slow, but sure, stop.
To be continued…
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Next time:
Murder and execution stain the grounds below this castle, and the blood of one of the wolf youkai lies on the walls and floors. With this sudden and seemingly unreasonable turn of events, what will transpire between the feuding clan and humans? And at Mushin's temple, with Koga now on the scene, there's some mischief sure to follow. Stay tuned.
My note: I know, such a morbid ending, no? Well hopefully the lust and humor of the previous scenes was still in your head.
Now, as for Aoi, I tried to introduce her as a character who's initially a wild wolf vixen who attacks humans, like Koga was, but once that misunderstanding is taken care of, as someone who's just a likeable, lustful, even mature girl for Koga. Hope I succeeded a bit at least. And yes, Shuichi is very, very forgiving.
So, as it says, now that Koga is here, I wonder what will happen next. And even more, what this brewing feud up north is all about.
Comments welcome, thanks. See you next time. Stay healthy.