InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Without a Lullaby ❯ Thoughtless ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter IX: Thoughtless

 

Sesshomaru trailed along the path, with only one thing on his mind...

 

Revenge.

 

Poison dripped from his claws as he cleared away the brush before in with the greatest of ease.

 

He had returned to the place of Kagome's unfortunate experience, and planned to follow any scent `Yokama' left.

 

The name brought a hideous sneer to his face, hate filled and full of hurt pride.

 

Something as insignificant as a male ningen had disgraced his name so easily.

 

It was pathetic.

 

Turning eastbound, he began to run at top speed to reach his destination.

 

There was not a thought in his mind except spilling blood...

 

Blood to grace his hands, his claws, his Tokijin... Blood that would restore honor to his pride and worth to the raven-haired girl that stole his mind...

 

Sesshomaru nearly stopped in his tracks at the thought, but once he made a decision he would always follow through with it to the bitter end.

 

No matter what that may be...

 

Still, the woman-child had claimed his mind. He was acting irrationally, instinctually, and without much thought.

 

He just knew what he wanted to do and he was going to do it.

 

The youki in him demanded a blood sacrifice for the tainted miko.

 

And he planned to be home before sunset that day.

 

 

Racing towards the sky, he took it up and allowed the morning light to be cast upon him, as he lingered below the cloud line.

 

 

He knew which bandits the filth had crawled out from.

 

They were bandits that had been scouring his land, pillaging it and taking it as their own.

 

 

Grinning malevolently, he felt his knuckles crack as the venom dripped from the tip of his talons.

 

He felt excited at the prospect of not only spilling their blood, but making an example out of them.

 

Do not desecrate that which belongs to the Taiyoukai of the Western Lands.

 

He spotted them quite sooner than he had imagined, the blood in his veins pulsing with adrenaline and need.

 

He began to descend upon them like a silver Angel of Death, unbeknownst as the numerous bandits ate and drank. They laughed and joked, and made sport of the women that surrounded them.

 

Conquering a female was nothing more than a sport to them, and the more broken the female was-the better.

 

“You ravage my lands and my possessions, you refuse!” He clawed through them, his poison whip claiming at least a dozen lives in one swoop.

 

The outcast ningen was his prey. And he was going to have a feast.

 

“Do you not know whose lands these are?!” He ripped out a man's throat, disemboweled another without a second thought.

 

“They belong to I, Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands!” He unsheathed Tokijin and unleashed the demonic fury upon them.

 

A few ningens who recognized his name, however, fled in terror.

 

But he wanted all their lives, all of them, those who touch them or anything that belong to them.

 

He wanted the earth flattened and watered with their essence.

 

He felt himself smile as crimson flowed into his eyes... he was in a bloodlust, and nothing could stop him.

 

“Please, youkai Sesshomaru-sama! We are sorry!” A man screamed out as Sesshomaru ripped his vertebrae from his back.

 

He danced, unhearing, unknowing to the world as the smell of metallic liquid filled his senses and caused him to become high. He was water-flowing, graceful, quick and deadly.

 

The glint of the sun off of Tokijin's blade was poetry to him. And he heard the song of Tenseiga as it mourned for the dead.

 

He did not stop until he was soaked with them, in and out, and they were all dead because of his finale.

 

“Dragon Strike.”

 

Electricity, blue and legendary, swooped down as if from the heavens and claimed the rest of the souls that had caused this Sesshomaru wrong.

 

He had them all.

 

And it was delicious indeed.

 

He felt his smile drop, as he sheathed Tokijin, and turned around placidly to walk away...

 

But he did not forget to lick his fingers clean.