InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ We Will Become Silhouettes ❯ Fight Off Your Demons! ( Chapter 18 )

 

 

 

We Will Become Silhouettes

 

Chapter 18: Fight Off Your Demons!

 

Inuyasha had run until his body, in its injured condition, couldn't even carry him anymore. No thoughts were in his mind except for getting revenge against Sesshomaru. He would make that bastard pay, and he would do it in the one way he knew would hurt him worse than anything else. He dunked his head in the cool crisp water of a spring he had found, and glanced up at the mountains around him. The journey to the castle of the north was less than a day away. If he planned everything right he would be there by nightfall.

 

His breaths were coming out in ragged pants as he tried to control the demon inside of him that had taken over when he had started this brash journey. His eyesight was finally starting to change back to how they usually were, so that he wasn't just seeing a haze of red, but the anger was still bubbling at the surface. He had no doubt in his mind that if he saw Sesshomaru right now he would try to kill him on instinct alone. The youkai inside of him craved blood, and he knew exactly whose.

 

Shaking his head to rid itself of the droplets of water, Inuyasha took one more drink before getting to his feet. He wanted to get to the castle as quickly as possible, and it wouldn't do well to dawdle…especially when there was so much on the line. His blood crazed plan swirled through his head, and he knew that if he didn't get there when at least some of the festering anger was still there he wouldn't be able to go through with it.

 

The wind whipped at his bare, wounded chest, making him hiss as he ran towards the fierce substance. The blood had all dried on his body, making moving his limbs sticky and awkward. Inuyasha closed his eyes in remembrance as he thought of yet another substance coated on him that was making him sticky. He should have washed it all off at that spring, but he couldn't bring himself to. …For some reason he didn't want to erase the evidence of the crime. He needed it on him to show him exactly what he had to do.

 

He would crush that bastard's heart if it was the last thing he did!

 

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“Sesshomaru…”

 

Golden eyes stared unseeing at the wall, as a voice tried to make its way through the haze that had become his brain. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be sitting at a family breakfast…not after the day before.

 

“Sesshomaru…” And he especially didn't want to hear from her. “Sesshomaru!” she snapped, and, sick of having to listen to her voice, he turned cold, dead eyes onto her.

 

“What is it that could possibly be of such importance?” he snapped right back, not one bit afraid to meet his mother's cruel eyes. Everyone always exclaimed how her sky blue eyes were her most gorgeous feature. Sesshomaru didn't think so, he thought they told just how wicked and deceitful she really was.

 

Not being at all fazed with the cold look her gave her, Amarante just gaze him a smile, before passing a tray of sweet buns towards him.

 

“Oh nothing dear, I was just wondering if you had seen your stepbrother.” Her smile turned more into a smirk. “He didn't come home last night you know,” she said, and there was a knowingness behind that tone that made Sesshomaru want to slit her throat right then and there. She had said such a thing on purpose, and the youkai almost cursed under his breath in annoyance when he saw how Lord Inutaishou's curiosity seemed to have been caught.

 

“Inuyasha didn't come home last night?” the lord asked, and Sesshomaru scowled at the headache he knew he would have by the end of this.

 

“No, my Lord,” the inu youkai answered. “He stayed with Miroku.” He shut his eyes at the lie. He knew there was no way Inuyasha would have stayed with Miroku after what had happened. In fact, he had no idea where the hanyou was. Knowing Inuyasha though, he was probably doing something incredibly stupid, but after what had happened…he couldn't really blame him.

 

“Really?” Amarante asked, folding her hands under her chin as she looked at the two males. “And here I thought he would be with Lady Lycani. They seemed to be getting along swimmingly.”

 

A growl of warning escaped Sesshomaru's throat as flashes of the day before filled his eyes, and he ended up slamming down the sweet rolls he had been precariously holding. Strangely enough though, it wasn't him who ended up telling his bitch of a mother off.

 

“Amarante, you know as well as I do that antagonizing Sesshomaru right now is not a good idea,” Inutaishou stated, going back to checking on the documents he had deemed so important that he had even brought them to the breakfast table.

 

He couldn't say that he liked Inutaishou all that much, because in some ways it was his fault that this had happened, but you had to hand it to him, he did know how to defuse a situation. Well, he supposed he would have defused it if it had been anyone other than his cunt of a mother involved.

 

“Of course dear, I meant no disrespect. It's just a toad demon came to the castle yesterday complaining about how two dog demons had disrespected him, and then proceeded to christen his land.” Sesshomaru took a deep shaky breath, and clutched the cushion he was seated upon to try to control himself, and he would have to say that he was doing a pretty good job of it, but then again Amarante could never stop while she was ahead. “I only assumed he meant the two of you, but then he said that one of them was female.”

 

Shutting his eyes, he tried to control them from flooding red. He wouldn't let his temper flare again. He would never allow himself to lose as much control as he had the night before with his mate.

 

Sesshomaru paused, letting a shudder rack his spine. Inuyasha was not his mate anymore, the mating ritual had ended quite a few hours ago as a matter of fact. No, his hanyou was exactly that…his….he was his possession.

 

“Amarante, that's enough!” Inutaishou bellowed, bringing Sesshomaru out of his trance. “I will not have Sesshomaru and Inuyasha's pain be made light of at the breakfast table,” he growled, slamming his hands on the table. “I am your husband, and Lord of these lands, and as such you will respect me and my son. That means you will not purposely try to hurt your son, or get him to do the same to mine!”

 

Well that certainly seemed to do the trick to wipe the smirk off of her face. Sesshomaru had never respected the Lord of the West more than he did now. His mother's face actually held something akin to fear in it, and knowing she wasn't going to get out of this so easily, all she could do was bow her head in defeat. “My apologies, my Lord…I am sorry for what I have done.”

 

Sesshomaru scoffed at the sight. Pathetic. No matter what the situation, his blood should never bow to anyone. Though it seemed Inutaishou didn't feel the same way, because with a sigh he reached out and laid a comforting hand on his wife's turned down head.

 

“It is alright, Amarante.” He gave another sigh. “Let's just try to get through this breakfast in peace, we get to share so few of them, and then we'll worry about where Inuyasha has disappeared to.” The inu-youkai's stomach lurched at that, and he refused to believe that it could be from guilt.

 

However, guilt aside, he really didn't have an appetite any longer. Standing up from the meal, Sesshomaru gave a formal bow to them both. “Excuse me. It seems my appetite has fled along with my patience.”

 

With that said he turned and headed towards his room, wanting nothing more than to dispel the heavy weight in his heart that he knew had nothing to do with his breakfast.

 

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Surveying the area, the dark haired monk couldn't help but let a sigh of desolation escape his throat. What. A. Mess. He rubbed sorely at his now bandaged shoulder, wondering just how it was he was going to clean up the wreckage that he used to call home. Honestly, he didn't even know if he wanted to call this place home…not after what had happened inside of it.

 

The thing was he wasn't even mad…well, not at Inuyasha at least. Of course his fury for Sesshomaru hadn't died any more than the pain in his arm. He hadn't seen a trace of Inuyasha since he had run away, and honestly he was glad he didn't. Wherever Inuyasha had gone, it was obviously away from Sesshomaru, and that was exactly where his friend needed to be right now.

 

He had heard tells, hell he had even seen Sesshomaru's jealous and possessive nature when it came to Inuyasha, but he had never seen anything like that. The inu-youkai's treatment of his stepbrother had gone beyond cruel. He had never seen such a look on Inuyasha's face as when the youkai had gotten done with him. It was like his soul had been ripped right out of him. Just that look had been enough to break his heart.

 

Scowling, Miroku kicked at the overturned furniture littering his floor, being careful not to step in any of the blood pools lying around. He really did think it would be better if he burned the entire thing down and started from scratch.

 

Dropping down to a crouch, he fingered the debris on the floor, blanching as he caught sight of another substance on the floor that was most certainly not blood. Flashes of Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's less than loving coupling came to his mind, and he knew that there was no way he could clean this right now.

 

Leaning back into a sitting position, the monk kicked at the floor in frustration. He should have been able to do something! He should have been able to help his best friend! What had he been able to do though? He had watched in morbid fascination as Sesshomaru ripped the last thing that made Inuyasha the quirky hanyou he was, and left a dead shell in his wake. Hell he had barely been able to get Kagome to the healer, Lady Kaede, before she had gone into shock from the wound Sesshomaru had inflicted.

 

“Miroku? Are you in ther-” came a female voice outside of the small shack.

 

Miroku couldn't help but jump at the voice behind him, and spinning around rather suddenly, he caught sight of both Sango and Inuyasha's friend Lycani coming to stand in the doorway behind him.

 

“What are you doing here?” he asked forlornly, not really wanting them to see the state of his place. He hadn't even let Kagome anywhere near the scene, and she was part of it.

 

Both Sango and Lycani's eyes scanned the room, their mouths hanging open in utter shock.

 

The blood was the first thing they noticed. It seemed to be everywhere; most of the red substance was on the ground but splattered here and there on furniture and across the walls. The bed and some chairs were pretty much ruined and irreparable. Though Sango couldn't smell as acutely as Lycani, both could plainly see the remains of a very, very violent coupling... or rather, with this much blood it was more than likely rape.

 

Choking back bile and the uneasy feeling that she might throw up, Sango was the first to find her voice.

 

“How is he?” she asked, looking away and over at Miroku who stood in the corner, leaning against a wall now.

 

He really wished he could give her an answer. Running a hand through his ebony locks, Miroku leaned his back against the wall, closing his eyes at the feel of a headache coming on. “I wouldn't know. He disappeared after it happened.”

 

“After what happened?” Lycani asked, the anger in her voice evident.

 

Sighing, Miroku uncovered his head and looked over towards the girl. “With all due respect, my lady…” he said, motioning around the place. “What do you think?”

 

Walking over, Sango leaned down towards the monk, rubbing a stray strand of hair from her boyfriend's face. Miroku sighed at the contact, leaning over and placing a kiss on the back of her hand. In some ways, a lot of ways, he really wished she wouldn't have come. He didn't want her to see this. No one should have to see the aftermath of what had happened, let alone the girl he loved and the demoness that was partially responsible for it.

 

“Do you know where he went?” the demon slayer asked softly, knowing just how upset her boyfriend was at the moment.

 

“He ran off into the woods, screaming something about killing Sesshomaru as he did. He hasn't been here since, and I know that he didn't go home.” Reaching into his robes, Miroku did something very un-monk-like and pulled a glass flask that Inuyasha had given him for his birthday when he was fifteen. He took a shot of sake, before offering it to Sango, who of course turned him down, and then to Lycani who immediately took it and nodded in thanks.

 

Trying not to let her disapproving glare show, and yet failing miserably, Sango started rubbing comforting circles in his arm as he let the alcohol burn at the edge of his throat before swallowing. “Poor Inuyasha….How's he handling it after Sesshomaru…after he…” Sango stopped herself before she could continue.

 

“Raped him!?” However, it seemed Lycani wasn't afraid to field the question.

 

“…It wasn't rape,” Miroku calmly stated, remembering very vividly everything that he had seen. When he heard Lycani's disgusted scoff, and saw how even Sango raised an eyebrow at his evaluation he continued. “I'm not saying it was loving, but it was consensual.”

 

Lycani's face fell as she surveyed he room. “He should be hanged,” she softly stated, but the more she looked around the more venonmous her voice became. “He should be hanged for touching the Lord of West's son in such a manner! Regardless if Inuyasha was dumb enough to consent to it!”

 

“Regardless, if Inuyasha wished that to happen to his stepbrother, he would have done it already.” He took a deep breath as he remembered Inuyasha's eyes as they flooded red. He had been so infuriated at the time that he had actually transformed, and from experience Miroku knew that his friend was not going to just find somewhere to settle down and think things through. “My only concern is what he could be planning to do to get back at Sesshomaru. The way he headed didn't even make sense…I didn't even know he knew anybody in the north.”

 

Both Sango and Miroku jumped in surprise at the sound of shattering glass. Miroku's eyes widened to see how all the color had drained out of Lycani's face, and how she seemed to be visibly shaking.

 

“Did you say the north?” Lycani asked slowly. The monk nodded, still not sure why the direction Inuyasha had taken off in had gotten the girl so upset. “…That idiot,” she mumbled, grabbing at her streaked hair while bending down to pick up the shards of glass. “He's going to get himself killed!”

 

Miroku was about to ask what she was talking about, but then it all seemed to click and he really felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. “…Naraku,” he whispered, and watched how Sango's eyes widened in surprise.

 

“He wouldn't!” the demon slayer exclaimed, shooting up from her spot near her boyfriend to go stand by the inu youkai. “He knows what Sesshomaru would do to him! Look what happened when he-” Sango paused, looking at Lycani's irate expression. “Well, look what he did last time and how that ended up! Why would he risk it again!?”

 

“Because he's Inuyasha,” Miroku mumbled, really wishing right now that Lycani hadn't shattered his flask. Though at this point he wasn't above dipping his fingers in the liquid…well at least he would if his floor wasn't covered in his friend's and his friend's eccentric lover's bodily fluid.

 

Scoffing, Lycani nodded in agreement. “Yes, he's Inuyasha, but this time he's gone too far.” She shook her head. “The West and North are at war, Naraku will not allow Inuyasha to leave his lands lightly.” She sighed, standing up and already walking towards the door. “I have no doubt if Sesshomaru found out he'd kill him, but then again I'd worry more about Naraku killing him first.”

 

“Lycani, where are you going?” Sango asked, worry evident on her face. “Shouldn't we go tell Lord Inutaishou about all this?”

 

Lycani paused, giving a small smile.

 

“Yes, because I'm sure those negotiations would go well,” she said sarcastically, and Miroku couldn't blame her. He knew there was no way Naraku would even consider negotiating with the lord of the west after what had happened last time. “No, I shall go and talk to Naraku myself. My father has great ties to the lord of the East, and I'll be a neutral party.” She gave them both smiles. “If you don't hear word from me in three days time then I would inform Sesshomaru of his stepbrother's troubles.” With a small bow, Lycani turned and left in the same direction Inuyasha had the day before.

 

This was going to be a long three days, they all thought silently.

 

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Inuyasha shook in nervous anticipation as he stared up at the monstrous castle he had come upon. It really did seem to fit Naraku. Whereas his home was light and welcoming, the lord of the north's home just spoke of darkness. Inuyasha tried his best to take shallow breaths, wanting to inhale as little of the miasma surrounding the place as possible.

 

Regardless of his attempts though, the poison vapor continued to seep into his lungs, making his head foggy as if he were drugged. He knew that if it wasn't for his youkai blood he would be dead already. If Naraku didn't allow him within the castle walls, he knew he was going to have a hard time making it back home conscious.

 

His head was so foggy in fact that he didn't even notice the footsteps coming at him through the haze. Well at least that is until those footsteps crouched down, swinging their body around and kicking out his legs out from underneath him.

 

With a moan, Inuyasha landed on the ground. The miasma was now affecting him to the point that, with the sudden injury, it took him longer than necessary to even lift his head, though he supposed his view from the ground gave him quite the good position to stare up at his attacker.

 

A deep red kimono came into view, followed by the face of a girl with dark hair tied into a topknot. Her face was covered with a decorative fan, but he would recognize that stench anywhere.

 

“Kagura,” he spat, getting over his initial haze and making his way to his feet. He tried to examine her face to see just how welcomed he was in these lands, but unfortunately the only thing he could see over her fan were her red eyes, and they did not look all that pleased to see him.

 

“My brother is expecting you.” The hanyou raised an eyebrow; Naraku knew he was coming? He scoffed. Of course that bastard knew he was coming. He had probably known the minute he had entered his territory. It wasn't above that prick to have spies everywhere.

 

He bit his tongue as the barrage of insults threatened to make their way past. It would do no good to insult the demon he was about to barter a favor from. Instead he gave her a smile, motioning forward. “Lead the way.”

 

The walk up to the castle was silent, but that was fine with him, the less he had to talk to Kagura the better. After all the last time he had seen her Sesshomaru's dick had been inside her, and even though ripping her face to shreds had helped, he really didn't think he could hate anybody more…well except Sesshomaru himself.

 

He wondered just what Sesshomaru was doing right now. Was he even upset? Did he even care that Inuyasha had been gone for almost a day, or was he just upset that he hadn't shown up for their `fuck' time like the bastard had commanded. Knowing Sesshomaru it was probably the latter.

 

Suddenly enormous black gates were before them. They creaked as they were opened. Inuyasha's mood instantly lightened as he breathed in his first breath of miasma-free air as they walked into the grounds of the castle. It was good to know that at least inside the palace walls the poisonous gas didn't pollute the place. …He honestly couldn't see how anybody could live here if it did.

 

“Master Inuyasha…now this is a surprise.”

 

The hanyou shut his eyes, counting to three before looking up into the smirking face of Naraku.

 

“Is it?” he snipped, mentally berating himself and forcing himself to remain calm. “And here Kagura was going on and on about how you already knew I was coming.”

 

“Oh I did, but I was more referring to the fact that you left in the first place.” Naraku smirked, giving his body a good up and down look. “Though judging by your appearance it's not too hard to see just why you left.”

 

Inuyasha scowled. He knew he should have cleaned himself. What was Naraku going to take pity on the poor bruised, battered and bloody hanyou? …He doubted it. If anything this only fueled the cretin's twisted hate towards their family. Plus, he doubted he would be very appealing covered from head to foot in blood and another youkai's semen…not to mention the possession mark that still burned on his shoulder.

 

Trying to hold back the anger inside of him, Inuyasha forced himself to bow, humbling himself to the stupid bastard who had declared war on his lands. “I have come to strike a bargain with you. I will give myself to you freely…” He looked up into cold crimson eyes. “Do you accept?”

 

“Of course,” Naraku replied, and Inuyasha stood back up, hating himself more and more for degrading himself in such a way. His status didn't matter though…He could sink no lower then what Sesshomaru had brought him to the day before anyways. At least this way he would get some retribution out of it…at least this way he would know that if there was any part of Sesshomaru left that could feel that that small part would be hurting.

 

Trying to keep his claws from growing a mind of their own and gutting Naraku like a fish, Inuyasha solemnly followed him through the doors and into his luxurious estate. “It's a very nice place you have Naraku,” he stated, trying to create small talk to stop his mind from flipping out. “I would love to look around. It's so different from home.”

 

“Of course, but the only place you'll be seeing right now is my sleeping quarters.” Inuyasha's eyebrow twitched. Well, he certainly got to the point, didn't he?

 

Trying to keep on a remotely happy face, Inuyasha turned toward Naraku, once more nodding. “Very well, but shouldn't I go to the bath house beforehand...?”

 

He was never allowed to continue, because Naraku immediately interrupted. “No. I want you just as you are, and don't expect any type of courtesy…traitorous beasts rarely get shown it. Now follow me up the stairs and we'll discuss just what sort of bargain we will be making.”

 

Inuyasha couldn't help the growl that had formed in his throat. Had he just called him traitorous? Pausing in his descent up the stairs, Naraku turned around to see the snarling hanyou who couldn't help the fact that his eyes were flooding red. He was still in a state of fury, and he had only gotten himself just calm enough to be presentable to Naraku…the stupid bastard making him mad probably wasn't a good idea.

 

Naraku, obviously not sensing his current plight, did nothing to calm his anger…as a matter of fact it seemed he wanted to antagonize the hanyou even more. “Were you expecting a warm welcome?” he asked in mild surprise. “Forgive me for not showing it to someone who abandoned their home to a come to a land that they're at war with to hurt their owner…it must be the still healing wound in my stomach that's making me testy.”

 

Mouth dropping a little in indignation, Inuyasha balled his hands at his sides, and resisted the urge to tackle the asshole. How dare he say that about him! A part of his mind knew how it was all true, but he let his anger rule…he figured it had worked in his life so far, and that it couldn't hurt to keep following the same routine now.

 

“Fuck you!” he growled, getting even angrier at the smirk that appeared on Naraku's face. His shoulders were tense as he forced his body not to attack the one in front of him, especially when that body walked forward on the landing between the stairs, dropping down to his knees in front of him.

 

Golden eyes widened in surprise, and they only grew wider when Naraku grabbed onto his hips, pulling him forward as he let a tongue snake out and lick up his stomach…right in an area where his and Sesshomaru's cum had been spilt. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Inuyasha pulled away, not noticing the feral look in Naraku's eyes when he did.

 

“You taste delicious, Inuyasha…It reminds me of the past.”

 

…The past? The claws that had been digging into his palms before now clenched so hard that blood dripped upon Naraku's immaculate stairway.

 

His eyes went blank as he forced his teeth only to clench and not tremble. “Don't talk of such things around me,” he whispered in an emotionless tone, trying to block the terrible pictures of just what that statement could mean out of his head…it wasn't going too well.

 

“And why is that, Master Inuyasha?” Naraku got to his feet, walking over and running a hand through Inuyasha's tangled hair. “It shouldn't bother you like this…not after what he did to you.” Leaning forward, the Lord of the North placed his lips on his shoulder, traveling all the way until they reached the mark.

 

Of course though when they did Inuyasha retaliated, swinging his claw through the air and swiping Naraku across the cheek.

 

No one was allowed to touch him there! His still healing teeth were bared in a growl as his eyes once more flooded red. He would kill the presumptuous ass before he ever let him touch the spot reserved only for Sesshomaru!

 

“You're still in love with him?” Naraku asked in amusement, all the while crossing his arms in front of his chest and showing no signs that Inuyasha in any way intimidated him. “It's sweet really…after all most slaves do fall for their masters.”

 

“I am not a slave!” Inuyasha hissed, regretting coming to this castle more and more by the second.

 

“Oh no?” Naraku asked, as if that notion was the strangest thing in the world. “Then why is it that your possession mark reeks like rotten flesh?” He walked forward, ignoring the bared, almost grown in fangs. “You can tell a possession slave anywhere by the aroma they emit to anyone who is not their master…it is what keeps others away, and what makes everyone treat you like dirt.” Inuyasha flinched when Naraku's hand came out to cup his chin, raising his face to look into his eyes. “Sesshomaru must have really hated you to do something like this…You're no more than his pet dog, which I suppose is fitting…considering your breed.”

 

“I'm no one's pet,” Inuyasha muttered, conviction clearly lacking in his voice. “I will rule the West some day…I am no slave.” Why was it that his voice wasn't matching the certainty of his words?

 

“Yet he made you into one…He made royalty no better than common street urchin trash…You were right before when you wished to seek revenge, don't let that hot-blooded temper of yours stop you from hurting the one creature who has shamed you above all others…Just think what your father will say when he sees what his son has become.”

 

Inuyasha jerked his head out of Naraku's grasp, not at all liking the amount of shame the older hanyou was making him feel. “What do you suggest then?” he hissed. “That I just hop into bed with you and screw your brains out in an attempt to hurt Sesshomaru!” He ignored the part of his brain that was informing him that that had been his original plan.

 

“Somewhat.” Inuyasha glared…prick. “Though I'll be screwing your brains out for my enjoyment only…and for my payment.” Ok, well now he was intrigued.

 

“Payment?” he asked, trying not to let the curiosity seep too far into his voice. Though he had a feeling he was failing miserably at such a task, especially at the triumphant look Naraku was giving him.

 

“Yes, payment…for removing that mark from you neck.” Inuyasha's eyes went wide as a flicker of hope lit in the darkness.

 

“You can remove it?” he asked, this time not even trying to mask his excitement. Though that would prove to be an error in his part, because that gave that sneaky hanyou bastard just the ammo he needed to mock him.

 

“But of course…isn't that why you came here?” Naraku inquired, all the while knowing exactly why Inuyasha had come. However, he supposed he should be grateful…it did after all give him an out.

 

“Of course,” he replied gruffly, sticking his nose up into the air. “Feh, I don't want any lingering traces of that asshole on my skin any longer then I have to.” He bit back the shudder that wanted to rack his spin when Naraku ran a hand down his cheek.

 

“Precisely.” He gave him a smile. “Now, why don't we go upstairs for a bit…and then I'll remove his mark.” Inuyasha swallowed as the information processed through his mind. He was giving up his body in exchange for a favor…in other words he was going to become a whore. Well…better to be a whore than a slave, he supposed.

 

“Fine.” ...He was so going to hell. “Lead the way.” He gave Naraku a forced smile, and, with a feeling of absolute dread welling in the pit of his stomach, he followed the lecherous ruler up the stairs and towards a path he knew in so many ways he would regret.

 

Inuyasha's head began to spin the moment he walked into Naraku's bedroom. The combined scent if burning wax and the firelight from the huge pillar candles covering the entire room was almost too much for his heightened senses to bear. He had really had this entire thing planned out, hadn't he? Inuyasha would love to disappoint the evil prick, but Naraku had promised to remove the torturous mark on his neck, and for that he would go through just about anything…even if it did mean selling the last bit of pride he had left.

 

“Tell me, Naraku, do you always sleep with such a fire hazard?” The dark haired hanyou laughed from the corner, and Inuyasha felt a slight blush rise to his cheeks when he slipped the formal kimono off of his shoulders, leaving him bare.

 

Golden eyes looked away, shielding himself from the reality of what he was about to undertake. Though he wasn't given that option when a hand grabbed at his chin, pulling his wavering gaze. “Well, my dear Inuyasha, I was just preparing for my favorite puppy.”

 

Those same golden eyes that had been trying their hardest to avoid looking at the naked body in front of him, narrowed to slits and turned to look Naraku right in the face. “Don't call me puppy!” he growled, already pissed enough without some jerk that wanted to fuck him calling him puppy!

 

“Oh?” Naraku asked, simultaneously sliding his hands up the sides of the hanyou's slim waist. “What is it that I should call you then?” Inuyasha resisted the urge to vomit when the lord of the north leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone.

 

His feeling of nausea only increased as hands wrapped around his waist, walking him backwards until the back of his knees hit the futon. Forcing a smile on his face, Inuyasha let himself fall backwards onto the bed, scooting back all the way until he was at the head. “You can call me Susan if it makes you happy…now can we get on with this?”

 

“Very well…” Naraku replied, actually licking his lips in anticipation. “Let's get this over and done with.” Biting the gag in the back of his throat at seeing Naraku's length steadily hardening. “Get on your hands and knees. Let's see just what's better, your ass or your mouth…I'll try you from behind and then have you wax it until your jaw's too sore to even speak.”

 

If this were any other situation, and if it were any other person asking such a thing of him he would have told him to go to hell, but as it was…he knew he was stuck doing whatever the bastard said. Biting his tongue to hold but the barrage of curses threatening to form, he begrudgingly got onto his hands and knees, letting his ass face the body staring lechery behind him.

 

Inuyasha's eyes shut when a hand unceremoniously found its way to his ass, cupping the two globes as it wondered all over the area he had only allowed Sesshomaru the pleasure of touching.

 

“It's strange…” Naraku said, all the while letting a hand reach around and grasp at Inuyasha's still flaccid member. “Sesshomaru was never this giving…I would have thought he would have taught his pet better.” Inuyasha's claws dug into the futon, ripping the no doubt expensive fabric…though it seemed Naraku was just starting. “The lessons I instilled upon him seemed to carry much more weight.”

 

“And what lessons would those be?” Inuyasha growled, knowing right then and there that he didn't want the answer. Of course that didn't stop Naraku from giving it.

 

“Yes, allow me to tell you a little story…perhaps it will get you more in the mood.” He really wondered just what it was Naraku was going to tell him about Sesshomaru that could possibly get him in the mood. He knew right before he even heard a word of this story that whatever it was would probably only lessen his mood that didn't even exist to begin with.

 

Naraku's hands came up to his slim hipbones, pulling him backwards so that the dark hanyou's erection poked into his backside. “There once was this gorgeous young inu youkai, whose beauty was matched by no other…His innocence ran off him in waves, and he had yet to be spoiled by another's hands.”

 

Shutting his eyes, he imagined Sesshomaru when he was younger and full of innocence…in his imagination those eyes weren't so cold. As he imagined how Sesshomaru could have once been, it made it easier and easier to block out the hands roaming over his body.

 

“His father had just returned home, and in order to get closer to the beauty I hosted a ceremony on the elder inu youkai's behalf.” The hanyou's breath caught in his throat. …Sesshomaru's father? “That night I planned to make contact with the youkai…make him my own, but my plans were hindered.”

 

Looking back, Inuyasha glared at just the thought of him going after Sesshomaru in such a way. “What, did he not buy into you charming personality?” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes when Naraku gave a laugh.

 

“Not at all…He just fell for someone else's.” Furrowing his eyebrows, Inuyasha grabbed the hands roaming his body and spun around so that he was lying on his back facing the lord of the north.

 

“What are you talking about?...I had assumed that you were his past mate.” From the way Sesshomaru and Naraku interacted it just seemed like it had been. Had Sesshomaru really fallen for someone else?

 

“Oh I was.” His face fell. “But I wasn't the one who took his attention that night. It was a shy young pup no taller than my knee who found the need to hide in his father's, the newly appointed Lord of the West's, arms.”

 

The bottom officially dropped out of Inuyasha's stomach. His face went stark white as he stared at the half demon in front of him with unbelieving eyes. “…That's not possible.” Naraku had to be lying…after all there was no way he actually knew Sesshomaru. He would have remembered meeting the love of his life!

 

“Your youth may have caused you to forget, but I assure you Sesshomaru remembers perfectly…His father was after all butchered the very next day.” It was all too much too digest. He didn't know how any of it could have been possible…he still thought it must be a lie.

 

His head never got to process the information, because Naraku climbed onto the bed and on top of him. Not being able to handle such a thing right now, Inuyasha put a hand on his chest, stopping the Lord's ascent. “…Please…finish the story,” he said breathlessly, not thinking he would be able to handle much more of it, but not being able to stop himself from wanting to know.

 

Smirking at how he obviously had the inu hanyou wrapped around his finger, Naraku pet his white locks, all the while continuing. “I molded him into what he is now. There's not much more to tell really…He came to me, and I took him…” Naraku leaned down, letting his lips rest on a dog ear. “In the exact same way he last took you.”

 

Inuyasha stared blankly at a spot on the ceiling as his soul fled his body. “You raped him?” he asked, the information he had just heard sliding into place.

 

“Mmm yes, and he had the most delicious screams I've ever heard.” Pushing up on the chest above him, Inuyasha numbingly rolled out from underneath him. He couldn't think anymore, hell he could hardly even get himself to breathe.

 

Had he really done such a thing? Had he really hurt his mate in such a way? And at such a young age?! Inuyasha knew they were no longer together, but he would never allow anyone to hurt the one he would always consider his mate. The saddest thing was that after such a traumatic event happened he had actually subjected Inuyasha to it. He had made him lose the last bit of innocence he had.

 

It didn't matter anymore though…he would never be innocent again, and so what was the point pretending to be? Kicking out, Inuyasha wrapped one leg around Naraku's hip and used it as leverage to spin them around so that he was now on top.

 

Leaning down, he used his tongue to lick a trail up and down Naraku's chest, curving up around his neck and ending up placing a small kiss on his cheekbone. “Well good for you…He probably deserved all he got and more,” he said, fighting everything inside of him back as he reached down to his bloody hakama, and without another thought ripped a long piece from the pant legs.

 

“So I take it you like it rough and kinky?” Giving him a questioning look, Naraku couldn't help but give an amused nod. “Keh…Yet another thing the two of you have in common…I have a game Sesshomaru used to make me play…Are you interested?”

 

Inuyasha felt the hardness underneath him stiffen even more, and knew he had gotten his answer. Naraku's hand came up to his mouth, tracing his lips, and the hanyou actually gave a small kiss back. “…Go ahead hanyou…put me in Sesshomaru's place.”

 

…The prick. If he wanted it, well damn he would get it.

 

Putting a seductive smile onto his face, Inuyasha leaned in and connected their mouths, all the while reaching behind and tying the ripped piece of hakama around his eyes. Reaching down once again he ripped his hakama into four more pieces and used those to tie up both his arms and legs, leaving tantalizing touches wherever his fingers grazed.

 

“So tell me, Naraku…Do you still want me to wax it?” He saw Naraku's coaxing nod, and without even a shred of sympathy he grabbed one of the pillar candles from beside the bed and poured the smoldering hot wax right over Naraku's now throbbing cock.

 

A scream of pain erupted throughout the room. He watched as the skin bubbled and blistered, and before the bastard had time to react Inuyasha took his hand and clawed him across the face. “You fucking bastard you should rot in hell for the things you did to him…I hate you both!”

 

Before Naraku had a chance to pull out of his flimsy bindings, Inuyasha shot out of the bed and made a run for the door…not knowing how far he would get, but knowing that he would get as far as his claws could carry him.

 

His hand clasped the door, and right as he opened it halfway he paused his attempt. Golden eyes widened to saucers as his mouth dropped in shock. His throat gurgled as a drop of blood spilled down his lips, falling to the ground, and as that hit he couldn't help but turn his gaze to follow it.

 

Inuyasha's head tilted to the side in slight confusion when he saw the constant streaming blood rivulets pouring on the floor, and using a hand he let it rest on his stomach where five bloody tentacles were protruding from both it and his chest. The weird thing was…it didn't even hurt. Bringing the hand up to his face, he saw how it was stained crimson with his slowly depleting life force. Not being able to support his weight any longer, he dropped to his knees, and then everything went black.

 

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A/N-Hey look an update! Now shouldn't we all be happy that there is an update, and not murderous at what was in the update? …I'm still loved right? ….RIGHT!? (cries) anyways…did you see all past stuff? ooOOOOOooo is what all I got to say, because before the next chapter of WWBS is out, the first chapter of Sesshomaru's past story is going to be released and you finally get to see just what happened to Sess back then to make him so bastardly…and the whole Naraku candle thing…snorts…I totally stole that from a movie, but it was just sooo funny that I had to. Oh! And I updated yet again when I was puking my guts out, so you're going to take some pity on the sick girl right and not yell at her…right? I love all of you who read and reviewed and I would love to hear from you again! Thanks so much for reading!

 

Ohhhh and thanks to Dembo for betaing!