InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wounds Heal, Scars Remain ❯ Ch10-The Hunt Begins ( Chapter 10 )
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By: TearsOfTwilight 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 341 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 341 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 10-The Hunt Begins
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An awkward silence formed as Inuyasha's unrelenting glare pierced the ill at ease wolf demon. Kouga stared at the floor, trying to avoid the hanyou's accusing eyes as he attempted to question him.
"Your..umm..first name...umm...Mr. NoTaisho?
Inuyasha snorted, the corners of his lips turning up into a malicious grin. "I'm offended, Kouga. You don't even remember my name?"
The wolf youkai flushed. He couldn't believe it. Out of all the things he'd never expected to come back
and bight him in the ass.... 'Dammit,' he thought. 'Of all the stupid shit I ever did, why did this have to
come up?'
"So aren't you gonna ask me what he DID to my brother. Come on wolf, aren't you even gonna ask me about the little girl he dragged off too?"
Kouga swallowed hard. The kind of things he'd done five years ago were far behind him. Ever since that night, hearing the screams of the prostitutes and other bystanders as Musou and his cronies used them as living shields, he'd never done anything like that again. His unit had never expected the pimp to fight back, never expected to have to shoot every person in the whole whorehouse. Prostitution was illegal. Under law they had all been criminals, and when the chief had ordered their destruction, he could do nothing. The city's new laws were cruel yet effective. Show no mercy, no matter how trivial the offense. Afterwards Kouga had wondered if the two boys he had raped were still alive. At night he would dream of their pale, beautiful flesh, stained with blood and riddled with bullets.
"If your not going to ask me anything, then I might as well leave. I've got to start looking for Naraku, because I'm sure as hell not getting any help from you. Not that I want it."
"I....umm...what do you know about this Naraku guy? Last name, profession,...anything?"
A shadow passed across Inuyasha's face. "Nothing....I don't know anything about the guy, except that he
has some sort of strangle hold on my brother. Its as if....why the hell should I tell you? YOU'RE PART OF THE FUCKING PROBLEM!"
Kouga flinched. The hanyou was right of course. He couldn't deny the things he'd done. Still, wasn't there some way he could redeem himself? "Listen," he muttered. "I'm sorry about what happened, but if you want to find Sesshoumaru and that girl then you've got to cooperate! Forget about the past and just let me help you!"
"FORGET!" Inuyasha's eyes deepened to a shade so wild and menacing that for a moment the wolf demon was afraid that the hanyou had lost himself to his demon blood. "Do you have ANY idea what it's like to be raped? To have someone on top of you, pounding on you with their dick until you fucking scream? It's like you've lost something precious, something irretrievable every time. Do you know how much we've lost? Do you have any GOD DAMN CLUE?"
The hanyou stood, his whole body shaking with rage. He glared down at Kouga, who shivered, unable to reply under Inuyasha's wrathful gaze. He didn't know what to say. For once, the youkai was at a loss for words.
"So have you talked to Kagura yet? Have you told her that he has Kanna?"
Kouga nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. She's over...in the other room...didn't take it too well." Inuyasha rolled his eyes.
"Of course she didn't you idiot!"
The wolf demon looked up, fixing his eyes pleadingly on those of the hanyou. "Please," he whispered. "I'm sorry. Please let me help you."
Inuyasha searched the wolf youkai's azure gaze. Kouga looked timid, less confident than before. That cocky glint that had once dominated his features was gone now. 'Something must have brought him down a peg.'
"So...you'll help me....find him?" Guilt overwelmed the demon as he watched Inuyasha. The hanyou was no longer defiant, no longer brimming with bitterness and loathing. He looked scared, scared and infinately sad.
"Do you love him? I mean not in a filial sense. Do you really love him?"
Inuyasha blinked several times before answering the wolf's question. "Yeah, yeah I do."
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Kanna didn't cry. She had never been one for that sort of thing. Still, the girl was frightened. She had never been in a place so dark. The man with red eyes had left her here, locked behind a big, iron door. The girl shivered. She wished that her mother, or Shiori, or Sesshoumaru were here to keep her safe. Kanna shrank into the corner, remembering with horror how the strange man had so easily dominated the stoic youkai. She hadn't thought Sesshoumaru could ever be touched. He was so strong, so immobile. In her eyes he was perfect. Any chip on the youkai's shoulder was completely irrelevant.
There was a loud click and Kanna looked up just as the door swung inward. She curled into a ball, expecting to see Naraku, but was surprised to hear a soft, girlish voice drifting through the darkness.
"I thought you might be hungry." The human girl was small, slightly shorter than Kanna, with big, hazel eyes and shoulderlength brown hair. She wore a peach colored summer dress and held in her delicate hands a silver tray laden with food. She smiled at the other child warmly. "Are you cold? I can bring some blankets if you'd like. Oh, and a pillow! Do you want a pillow? What's your name?"
The demon girl's eyes grew wide. She wasn't used to so many questions. "Kanna. My name...its Kanna."
"Kanna? That's a pretty name. I'm called Rin. That name's not nearly as nice though."
Kanna looked curiously at the human before her. "Do you live here?"
Rin gave a slight frown. "Yup. At least I have since my family died. After that, Master Naraku took me in as a servant." Kanna looked at her in disbelief. Did she really work for that horrible monster? Rin, not noticing Kanna's skeptical glance, set down the tray, as well as a small lantern. "Well I've got to go. Cook will be angry if I'm not back to help him soon. I'll bring down something to keep you warm in a bit. Bye bye!"
"Wait." Rin turned, straining in to pick up Kanna's softspoken words.
"What is it?"
"Where...where am I?"
"Oh! You're in the cellar of Master Naraku's penthouse. I'm awfully sorry you're being kept down here. I don't know why myself. Don't worry though! I'm sure you'll be perfectly safe. Well goodbye!"
Without waiting for a reply, Rin dashed out the door, locking it once more behind her.
'Well there's one friend', Kanna thought. 'Though she's rather strange.'
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Sesshoumaru lay on the silken sheets, grimacing every time Naraku's hot breath caressed the back of his neck. He had been up all night, too afraid to sleep, with the kumo's arms constricting his abused body. Over the past few hours, he'd grown increasingly uncomfortable. Afraid of waking Naraku from his slumber, Sesshoumaru had stayed perfectly still, using all his willpower to ignore the pain. His mouth as well as his ass ached from Naraku's punishment, and the wound in his side burned angrilly. Still, physical agony was not the worst of what the youkai had suffered that night.
*You are MINE!* The words echoed through Sesshoumaru's mind as he lay in the kumo's embrace. He'd never had any control around Naraku. Never been anything more than a whimpering sex toy in the other youkai's presence. 'Why is that? Why can't I break free from him. What sort of demon spell has he wrapped me in?' Sesshoumaru gave a nearly inaudible sigh. Deep down he knew. This was no spell, no magic concoction of words and potions used by the monsters of long dead nightmares. Naraku's power over him was purely mental. The kumo had inspired a strange, inexplainable fear in Sesshoumaru. It was a fear nearly identicle to that which Inutaisho had also exerted over the youkai in his youth. He didn't understand it. Physically, Sesshoumaru felt sure he was Naraku's equal. True, he was smaller than the other demon, but that wasn't necissarily a weakness. Why should the same fear that had preyed upon a young, helpless child affect him as an adult?
"I know what you are wondering about, Sesshoumaru." The dog youkai felt his insides go cold as Naraku's sly voice penetrated his thoughts. "You're wondering how I control you, why someone as strong as yourself can be kept under my power." Sesshoumaru shuddered. Could the kumo read his mind, or could he just tell from the pained expression on the youkai's face? "I will tell you, Slave. All your life you have been cold, indifferent and cruel to the world as the world has been indifferent and cruel to you. You have always imagined yourself as a fighter, someone who could always come out on top, but deep down, Sesshoumaru, you are a coward. You cower in fear of me because I alone am unafraid. I bring you both pain and pleasure, and in your infinite stupidity you are confused. To you I can never be a lover, for I enjoy your pain, but I can also never be your enemy, for a part of you enjoys
that pain as well. You can never escape me, Sesshoumaru, because deep down you don't want to. Deep down you know I'm the best you'll ever get."
The youkai made no reply. What could he say? That Naraku was right? That in the bottom of his heart he almost enjoyed the tortures the kumo put him through? That the agony reminded him that he still had a soul? That was why he let Naraku control him. Because pain was the only way to go on ignoring the scars festering inside his heart. But what of Inuyasha? Didn't the hanyou's love soothe his inner pain as well?
Naraku laughed, once again seeing the thoughts written so plainly on his slave's usually impassive face. "Do not mistake your brother's feelings for love, Sesshoumaru. He doesn't love you! What is love anyway but an illusion? No, Inuyasha doesn't love you. He lusts after your body. That is true enough, but do you actually believe that he could possibly feel that way about you? With your bitterness and sinful ways, do you seriously think that ANYONE could truly care for you?"
Naraku's words were met by a whimper. The kumo snorted in amusement as another whine, so uncharacteristic of the strong inu, bubbled up from his toy's throat. Sesshoumaru could neither confirm nor deny the black-haired youkai's words. He didn't know the answer himself.
"Master..." he whispered hoarsly, "...please...make it stop...it hurts." The kumo stroked Sesshoumaru's hair soothingly, his mouth cracked slyly into a manevolent smirk.
"You're tired of the pain, aren't you, my pet. The sorrows of your pathetic life are too much to bear. I can see that you are unwilling to admit the truth about Inuyasha, but I can help you. Give yourself to me, Sesshoumaru. Allow me to take you permanently as my own, and all the uncertainties of life will disappear."
Sesshoumaru gave Naraku a quizzical look. "I thought I was already yours."
"Yes, I have claimed you as my own, but you are unwilling to accept me as your true master. Allow me to preform this final act, and we will be bound together. Your pain will be forgotten as you give yourself to me."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, his tired brain trying to contemplate the kumo's words. What kind of bliss was Naraku offering him, and why did the kumo bother asking whether or not he would allow him to give it? Since when did Naraku care what his personal whore wanted? Taking a deep breath, the youkai answered.
"Do as you will. I am so tired of this life that I no longer care if I live or die. Whatever you have planned, it cannot be worse than what has come before this."
With a howl of triumph Naraku lunged at Sesshoumaru. He dragged him back by the hair, tilting the youkai's head so that the expanse of his graceful neck lay bare before him. He bent down, his lips barely brushing the sensitive skin. "So beautiful," he whispered. "So delicious." Sesshoumaru let out a gasp as the kumo's fangs suddenly burrowed their way into the junction of his neck. Naraku bit deeper, groaning as his victim's steamy blood poured down his throat. He could feel his slave's soul struggling desperatly against his onslaught, but it was too late. Sesshoumaru had agreed, therefore settling the unbreakable contract that bound two people together as mates. The smaller youkai had never felt anything like this before. Of all the agony he'd suffered, nothing was compared to the pain of
Naraku's teeth peircing his flesh. True, Kageromaru had done this many times when he worked for Musou, but it had never been like this. This was beyond screaming, beyond tears. The kumo wasn't feasting on his blood alone. He was tasting his spirit as well. Sesshoumaru ceased to struggle, his body growing numb, slipping into blissful, untainted blackness.
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Kagura was screaming, her bright eyes turned even more radiant by the fury and tears that raged beneath them.
"MY DAUGHTER! HE TOOK MY DAUGHTER? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU COPS THINK YOU'RE DOING ALLOWING THAT SICK BASTARD TO GET AWAY?" The demoness was cut short as she burst into another fit of tears. Sango sat by her side, shaking with sadness as she held the broken-hearted woman in her arms, while Inuyasha stood staring out the window, a faraway look in his eyes. Kouga shook his head. He couldn't believe what was going on. This was crazy, fucking crazy. Of all the cases he'd been involved in, the wolf demon had never come across one so sad and painfully hopeless. With a sigh he turned to the distraught mother.
"I'm going to need all information possible on Naraku. Who all was present the last time he was at the club?"
Kagura didn't answer, but Sango turned to the officer. "I don't think anyone else saw Naraku that night, but my friend Kagome and a stripper named Miroku were with us when we found Sesshoumaru."
"Great. We'll contact them. Any information is good information, right?"
"Sure," Sango agreed. I'll go give them Kagome's number, and I'm sure Inuyasha or Kagura can provide you with Miroku's."
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Thirty minutes later both Kagome and Miroku passed through the precinct doors. The girl looked around the small group nervously, noting the tension in the air.
"What happened? I just got a phone call telling me to come down here. I don't even know what's going on."
Miroku nodded. "Yeah, same here. Hey, where's Sesshoumaru?"
Kagura clung tightly to her remaining daughter while Inuyasha reluctantly related the dark story to the two newcomers. Koga stared off into space, his expression carefully guarded. By the time Inuyasha had finished, Kagome was in tears. She didn't even know the guy, but the kindhearted girl was deeply moved by the hanyou's obvious distress. Miroku was too astonished for words. The thought of Sesshoumaru being carried away like some fairytail damsel was hard to believe. The human shook his head as if trying to clear his mind of its jumbled thoughts. "So do you have any leads? I mean, this Naraku guy can't just disappear, can he?"
Koiga shrugged his shoulders dispairingly. "It wouldn't be that hard, really. This city is big, and there are plenty of places the kumo could hide. Our best bet is to send out discriptions of what he looks like to all the local precincts, not that doing that will likely lead to any results."
"What does this guy look like anyway?" Sango asked. "I mean, we've seen what he did to Sesshoumaru, but Miroku, Kag, and myself don't even know his face."
Inuyasha growled, remembering Naraku's cold, pallid features. "He's tall, about the same height as Kouga, with loads of black hair. Pretty muscular, pale skin."
Miroku sighed. "That's not really much to go on. After all, there are thousands of people within one square mile of this city that could fit that discripition." Inuyasha nodded, knowing only too well that his friend spoke the truth.
"Wait!" Everyone turned to Kagome, who had stood up so suddenly that she might have sat on a tack. "This Naraku, does he by any chance have red eyes? Not normal red like Kagura's, but deep, brackish red, kind of like wine?"
Kagura's eyes widened in amazement. She clutched Shiori tighter, face alive with distrust. "How did you know that he had red eyes if you've never seen him before?"
Kagome gulped. "Because I was wrong. I have seen him."
Inuyasha's face was strangely calm, tinted with a dangerous resolution stronger than granite. "Where is he, Kagome. Where did you see that bastard kumo?"
Kagome's words held an irony that would have been funny if not for the situation it depicted. "He lives in the top penthouse of that new building complex. It's across from my own home. You know, the one over by the docks."
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An awkward silence formed as Inuyasha's unrelenting glare pierced the ill at ease wolf demon. Kouga stared at the floor, trying to avoid the hanyou's accusing eyes as he attempted to question him.
"Your..umm..first name...umm...Mr. NoTaisho?
Inuyasha snorted, the corners of his lips turning up into a malicious grin. "I'm offended, Kouga. You don't even remember my name?"
The wolf youkai flushed. He couldn't believe it. Out of all the things he'd never expected to come back
and bight him in the ass.... 'Dammit,' he thought. 'Of all the stupid shit I ever did, why did this have to
come up?'
"So aren't you gonna ask me what he DID to my brother. Come on wolf, aren't you even gonna ask me about the little girl he dragged off too?"
Kouga swallowed hard. The kind of things he'd done five years ago were far behind him. Ever since that night, hearing the screams of the prostitutes and other bystanders as Musou and his cronies used them as living shields, he'd never done anything like that again. His unit had never expected the pimp to fight back, never expected to have to shoot every person in the whole whorehouse. Prostitution was illegal. Under law they had all been criminals, and when the chief had ordered their destruction, he could do nothing. The city's new laws were cruel yet effective. Show no mercy, no matter how trivial the offense. Afterwards Kouga had wondered if the two boys he had raped were still alive. At night he would dream of their pale, beautiful flesh, stained with blood and riddled with bullets.
"If your not going to ask me anything, then I might as well leave. I've got to start looking for Naraku, because I'm sure as hell not getting any help from you. Not that I want it."
"I....umm...what do you know about this Naraku guy? Last name, profession,...anything?"
A shadow passed across Inuyasha's face. "Nothing....I don't know anything about the guy, except that he
has some sort of strangle hold on my brother. Its as if....why the hell should I tell you? YOU'RE PART OF THE FUCKING PROBLEM!"
Kouga flinched. The hanyou was right of course. He couldn't deny the things he'd done. Still, wasn't there some way he could redeem himself? "Listen," he muttered. "I'm sorry about what happened, but if you want to find Sesshoumaru and that girl then you've got to cooperate! Forget about the past and just let me help you!"
"FORGET!" Inuyasha's eyes deepened to a shade so wild and menacing that for a moment the wolf demon was afraid that the hanyou had lost himself to his demon blood. "Do you have ANY idea what it's like to be raped? To have someone on top of you, pounding on you with their dick until you fucking scream? It's like you've lost something precious, something irretrievable every time. Do you know how much we've lost? Do you have any GOD DAMN CLUE?"
The hanyou stood, his whole body shaking with rage. He glared down at Kouga, who shivered, unable to reply under Inuyasha's wrathful gaze. He didn't know what to say. For once, the youkai was at a loss for words.
"So have you talked to Kagura yet? Have you told her that he has Kanna?"
Kouga nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. She's over...in the other room...didn't take it too well." Inuyasha rolled his eyes.
"Of course she didn't you idiot!"
The wolf demon looked up, fixing his eyes pleadingly on those of the hanyou. "Please," he whispered. "I'm sorry. Please let me help you."
Inuyasha searched the wolf youkai's azure gaze. Kouga looked timid, less confident than before. That cocky glint that had once dominated his features was gone now. 'Something must have brought him down a peg.'
"So...you'll help me....find him?" Guilt overwelmed the demon as he watched Inuyasha. The hanyou was no longer defiant, no longer brimming with bitterness and loathing. He looked scared, scared and infinately sad.
"Do you love him? I mean not in a filial sense. Do you really love him?"
Inuyasha blinked several times before answering the wolf's question. "Yeah, yeah I do."
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Kanna didn't cry. She had never been one for that sort of thing. Still, the girl was frightened. She had never been in a place so dark. The man with red eyes had left her here, locked behind a big, iron door. The girl shivered. She wished that her mother, or Shiori, or Sesshoumaru were here to keep her safe. Kanna shrank into the corner, remembering with horror how the strange man had so easily dominated the stoic youkai. She hadn't thought Sesshoumaru could ever be touched. He was so strong, so immobile. In her eyes he was perfect. Any chip on the youkai's shoulder was completely irrelevant.
There was a loud click and Kanna looked up just as the door swung inward. She curled into a ball, expecting to see Naraku, but was surprised to hear a soft, girlish voice drifting through the darkness.
"I thought you might be hungry." The human girl was small, slightly shorter than Kanna, with big, hazel eyes and shoulderlength brown hair. She wore a peach colored summer dress and held in her delicate hands a silver tray laden with food. She smiled at the other child warmly. "Are you cold? I can bring some blankets if you'd like. Oh, and a pillow! Do you want a pillow? What's your name?"
The demon girl's eyes grew wide. She wasn't used to so many questions. "Kanna. My name...its Kanna."
"Kanna? That's a pretty name. I'm called Rin. That name's not nearly as nice though."
Kanna looked curiously at the human before her. "Do you live here?"
Rin gave a slight frown. "Yup. At least I have since my family died. After that, Master Naraku took me in as a servant." Kanna looked at her in disbelief. Did she really work for that horrible monster? Rin, not noticing Kanna's skeptical glance, set down the tray, as well as a small lantern. "Well I've got to go. Cook will be angry if I'm not back to help him soon. I'll bring down something to keep you warm in a bit. Bye bye!"
"Wait." Rin turned, straining in to pick up Kanna's softspoken words.
"What is it?"
"Where...where am I?"
"Oh! You're in the cellar of Master Naraku's penthouse. I'm awfully sorry you're being kept down here. I don't know why myself. Don't worry though! I'm sure you'll be perfectly safe. Well goodbye!"
Without waiting for a reply, Rin dashed out the door, locking it once more behind her.
'Well there's one friend', Kanna thought. 'Though she's rather strange.'
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Sesshoumaru lay on the silken sheets, grimacing every time Naraku's hot breath caressed the back of his neck. He had been up all night, too afraid to sleep, with the kumo's arms constricting his abused body. Over the past few hours, he'd grown increasingly uncomfortable. Afraid of waking Naraku from his slumber, Sesshoumaru had stayed perfectly still, using all his willpower to ignore the pain. His mouth as well as his ass ached from Naraku's punishment, and the wound in his side burned angrilly. Still, physical agony was not the worst of what the youkai had suffered that night.
*You are MINE!* The words echoed through Sesshoumaru's mind as he lay in the kumo's embrace. He'd never had any control around Naraku. Never been anything more than a whimpering sex toy in the other youkai's presence. 'Why is that? Why can't I break free from him. What sort of demon spell has he wrapped me in?' Sesshoumaru gave a nearly inaudible sigh. Deep down he knew. This was no spell, no magic concoction of words and potions used by the monsters of long dead nightmares. Naraku's power over him was purely mental. The kumo had inspired a strange, inexplainable fear in Sesshoumaru. It was a fear nearly identicle to that which Inutaisho had also exerted over the youkai in his youth. He didn't understand it. Physically, Sesshoumaru felt sure he was Naraku's equal. True, he was smaller than the other demon, but that wasn't necissarily a weakness. Why should the same fear that had preyed upon a young, helpless child affect him as an adult?
"I know what you are wondering about, Sesshoumaru." The dog youkai felt his insides go cold as Naraku's sly voice penetrated his thoughts. "You're wondering how I control you, why someone as strong as yourself can be kept under my power." Sesshoumaru shuddered. Could the kumo read his mind, or could he just tell from the pained expression on the youkai's face? "I will tell you, Slave. All your life you have been cold, indifferent and cruel to the world as the world has been indifferent and cruel to you. You have always imagined yourself as a fighter, someone who could always come out on top, but deep down, Sesshoumaru, you are a coward. You cower in fear of me because I alone am unafraid. I bring you both pain and pleasure, and in your infinite stupidity you are confused. To you I can never be a lover, for I enjoy your pain, but I can also never be your enemy, for a part of you enjoys
that pain as well. You can never escape me, Sesshoumaru, because deep down you don't want to. Deep down you know I'm the best you'll ever get."
The youkai made no reply. What could he say? That Naraku was right? That in the bottom of his heart he almost enjoyed the tortures the kumo put him through? That the agony reminded him that he still had a soul? That was why he let Naraku control him. Because pain was the only way to go on ignoring the scars festering inside his heart. But what of Inuyasha? Didn't the hanyou's love soothe his inner pain as well?
Naraku laughed, once again seeing the thoughts written so plainly on his slave's usually impassive face. "Do not mistake your brother's feelings for love, Sesshoumaru. He doesn't love you! What is love anyway but an illusion? No, Inuyasha doesn't love you. He lusts after your body. That is true enough, but do you actually believe that he could possibly feel that way about you? With your bitterness and sinful ways, do you seriously think that ANYONE could truly care for you?"
Naraku's words were met by a whimper. The kumo snorted in amusement as another whine, so uncharacteristic of the strong inu, bubbled up from his toy's throat. Sesshoumaru could neither confirm nor deny the black-haired youkai's words. He didn't know the answer himself.
"Master..." he whispered hoarsly, "...please...make it stop...it hurts." The kumo stroked Sesshoumaru's hair soothingly, his mouth cracked slyly into a manevolent smirk.
"You're tired of the pain, aren't you, my pet. The sorrows of your pathetic life are too much to bear. I can see that you are unwilling to admit the truth about Inuyasha, but I can help you. Give yourself to me, Sesshoumaru. Allow me to take you permanently as my own, and all the uncertainties of life will disappear."
Sesshoumaru gave Naraku a quizzical look. "I thought I was already yours."
"Yes, I have claimed you as my own, but you are unwilling to accept me as your true master. Allow me to preform this final act, and we will be bound together. Your pain will be forgotten as you give yourself to me."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, his tired brain trying to contemplate the kumo's words. What kind of bliss was Naraku offering him, and why did the kumo bother asking whether or not he would allow him to give it? Since when did Naraku care what his personal whore wanted? Taking a deep breath, the youkai answered.
"Do as you will. I am so tired of this life that I no longer care if I live or die. Whatever you have planned, it cannot be worse than what has come before this."
With a howl of triumph Naraku lunged at Sesshoumaru. He dragged him back by the hair, tilting the youkai's head so that the expanse of his graceful neck lay bare before him. He bent down, his lips barely brushing the sensitive skin. "So beautiful," he whispered. "So delicious." Sesshoumaru let out a gasp as the kumo's fangs suddenly burrowed their way into the junction of his neck. Naraku bit deeper, groaning as his victim's steamy blood poured down his throat. He could feel his slave's soul struggling desperatly against his onslaught, but it was too late. Sesshoumaru had agreed, therefore settling the unbreakable contract that bound two people together as mates. The smaller youkai had never felt anything like this before. Of all the agony he'd suffered, nothing was compared to the pain of
Naraku's teeth peircing his flesh. True, Kageromaru had done this many times when he worked for Musou, but it had never been like this. This was beyond screaming, beyond tears. The kumo wasn't feasting on his blood alone. He was tasting his spirit as well. Sesshoumaru ceased to struggle, his body growing numb, slipping into blissful, untainted blackness.
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Kagura was screaming, her bright eyes turned even more radiant by the fury and tears that raged beneath them.
"MY DAUGHTER! HE TOOK MY DAUGHTER? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU COPS THINK YOU'RE DOING ALLOWING THAT SICK BASTARD TO GET AWAY?" The demoness was cut short as she burst into another fit of tears. Sango sat by her side, shaking with sadness as she held the broken-hearted woman in her arms, while Inuyasha stood staring out the window, a faraway look in his eyes. Kouga shook his head. He couldn't believe what was going on. This was crazy, fucking crazy. Of all the cases he'd been involved in, the wolf demon had never come across one so sad and painfully hopeless. With a sigh he turned to the distraught mother.
"I'm going to need all information possible on Naraku. Who all was present the last time he was at the club?"
Kagura didn't answer, but Sango turned to the officer. "I don't think anyone else saw Naraku that night, but my friend Kagome and a stripper named Miroku were with us when we found Sesshoumaru."
"Great. We'll contact them. Any information is good information, right?"
"Sure," Sango agreed. I'll go give them Kagome's number, and I'm sure Inuyasha or Kagura can provide you with Miroku's."
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Thirty minutes later both Kagome and Miroku passed through the precinct doors. The girl looked around the small group nervously, noting the tension in the air.
"What happened? I just got a phone call telling me to come down here. I don't even know what's going on."
Miroku nodded. "Yeah, same here. Hey, where's Sesshoumaru?"
Kagura clung tightly to her remaining daughter while Inuyasha reluctantly related the dark story to the two newcomers. Koga stared off into space, his expression carefully guarded. By the time Inuyasha had finished, Kagome was in tears. She didn't even know the guy, but the kindhearted girl was deeply moved by the hanyou's obvious distress. Miroku was too astonished for words. The thought of Sesshoumaru being carried away like some fairytail damsel was hard to believe. The human shook his head as if trying to clear his mind of its jumbled thoughts. "So do you have any leads? I mean, this Naraku guy can't just disappear, can he?"
Koiga shrugged his shoulders dispairingly. "It wouldn't be that hard, really. This city is big, and there are plenty of places the kumo could hide. Our best bet is to send out discriptions of what he looks like to all the local precincts, not that doing that will likely lead to any results."
"What does this guy look like anyway?" Sango asked. "I mean, we've seen what he did to Sesshoumaru, but Miroku, Kag, and myself don't even know his face."
Inuyasha growled, remembering Naraku's cold, pallid features. "He's tall, about the same height as Kouga, with loads of black hair. Pretty muscular, pale skin."
Miroku sighed. "That's not really much to go on. After all, there are thousands of people within one square mile of this city that could fit that discripition." Inuyasha nodded, knowing only too well that his friend spoke the truth.
"Wait!" Everyone turned to Kagome, who had stood up so suddenly that she might have sat on a tack. "This Naraku, does he by any chance have red eyes? Not normal red like Kagura's, but deep, brackish red, kind of like wine?"
Kagura's eyes widened in amazement. She clutched Shiori tighter, face alive with distrust. "How did you know that he had red eyes if you've never seen him before?"
Kagome gulped. "Because I was wrong. I have seen him."
Inuyasha's face was strangely calm, tinted with a dangerous resolution stronger than granite. "Where is he, Kagome. Where did you see that bastard kumo?"
Kagome's words held an irony that would have been funny if not for the situation it depicted. "He lives in the top penthouse of that new building complex. It's across from my own home. You know, the one over by the docks."
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-TOT