Deception: A short Inuyasha Fanfiction.+
I remember running. I ran from that place, that illusion. I ran and ran until Death was clawing at my soul, and even then I ran. It was not until I was knocked unconscious that I was finally stopped. Unwillingly, however, as I would have run straight through the afterlife if I could. Treachery, deception, when pure becomes impure and the mind cannot decipher between good and evil anymore. That is what happened to me. I didn't know who to trust, I didn't know who had pure intentions and who had intentions to return me to that place.
It started out on the simplest of mornings, yet as simple as a morning could seem It was, as this whole story is based upon, deception. I awoke early in the morning as I always did, in my small hut a short distance from the rest of the village. I lived out here because me and my horse, Kirin, were responsible for bringing fresh cold crisp water to the village each morning, lots of it. Because of this I was quite strong. I woke up, and was already partly dressed. I only needed to slip on my Hakama and special sandals, tie my short hair back in a small bun, then head out. It was cold, as always, and there was a light mist, as always. Kirin was already standing by the cart with the empty buckets and waiting. I strapped him up and then we were off. The path was worn down so it was smooth. The reason why I wore special sandals was so I wouldn't slip on the rocks and fall into the stream. I'd done it many times before, and had almost gotten someone else killed in the process. My sandals were "special" because a traveller had suggested I put ropes on the bottom so it would grip better than a flat sandal. A wise idea, as it has helped greatly.
When we arrived at the river, I was glad to see the same clear water sparkling with the morning light that peeked through the branches. Kirin waited by the small bridge while I took four buckets at a time, and brought them. There was a rope tied to the bridge with a small hook on it. I attached the hook to the bucket handle, then tossed it into the river. When it was full I would pull it back and repeat that. This method helped me not to fall in trying to grab it. It's hard work, but someone has to do it. Everyone else is either too elderly, too young, out to war or too much of a woman. I'm a woman, like them, though I still can't talk them into helping. Ah well, at least Kirin helps me out. There were only 30 buckets, and with quick work I managed to fill them all in about an hour. Once they were back on the cart, Kirin went back to the village with me. I stood in the back to catch any buckets that might fall off or spill. Every morning, every morning. When I returned, though, and the buckets were unloaded to different residences, I headed over to the grilled eel and Sake house. A small establishment that offered an assortment of nourishment, despite it's name.
"Hana! I saved a spot for you, come have a bite to eat." called Hiro, the owner of the place. He was a large man, and had a full bushy black beard, and he was a very large man as well. He treated me often like his daughter, since his son perished in battle.
"Was the work hard today, Hanaaaa?" Someone else in the establishment had asked me.
"Of course, But I grow stronger every day. I'm even willing to bet double the work that I'm stronger than you men!" I grinned at them. They all bust up into laughter...But everyone knew it was true. Hehe.
So, I ate some grilled eel, and I drank some Sake, and I talked and laughed with them. At one point they got so drunk and I got so happy that we all ended up singing a hunting song, locking arms around each other's necks in wrestling. "Hantoooo Hantoooo, Kari Han gyou Kitsune, gyou Oni, gyou waifu, Mugoi! Kaeri honba jikangai tame atatakai nomimono ken sesshoku! Nemuri kigen ken hanto mou! (Hunt Hunt, Hunting party seek fox, seek demon, seek wives! Return home late to warm drink and sesshoku! Sleep rise and hunt again!)" It was something I often sang while I helped around the village, only because I didn't know any other songs with words to them. Then, come about noon, I was given a piece of parchment with a list of items on it, as well as a wagon and an extra horse, since Kirin alone could not pull the items back. The items on the parchment were things that the village was short of, that we needed. The next village over had plenty to spare, so I was being sent there to borrow some. I was given an extra pair of clothes, as well as some supplies and money and items to barter with.
And then, speaking my goodbyes, I was off. It would take a day or two to get to the next village over. I was looking forward to the trip because I hadn't left the village in a year or two, there was so much I had missed, it was amazing. I passed by a good number of people, and at one point I was stopped by a farmer and I was able to buy some crop early before I got to the village. But soon after, I was stopped by a few pillars of smoke in a nearby field. I knew I should have stopped...I should have just continued on. I could feel the Dreaded Omen, there was a single black cloud in the sky hanging right over me.
I went.
I turned the horses off of the road, onto a less-travelled path. The road was bumpy so the cart creaked and clattered as we went. I made the horses go slower to cease this noise, but it didn't help much. Then, I stopped at the first fire. The field had been lit on fire in a few places. It was a damn good thing there wasn't any wind, because it could spread to the forest. With luck, the only thing that would catch fire would be this field. I tucked a wakizashi into my Haori, and I stepped off of the cart and progressed through the field. It was void of people, as far as I knew...but--Oh, god, That's when I smelled that stench. It was the familiar stink of death and I gagged at the intensity of it, slapping a hand over my nose and mouth.
Then, as if it wasn't worse already, I tripped over the slain body of a Samurai. His armor had been cut right through by...Well, It looked like claw marks. I shuddered, arms and shoulders shaking at the sight of the decapitated body. I couldn't help myself, and I felt my throat rumble as I screamed. It lasted a good 5 seconds or so, and afterwards I sat there on the bloodied ground and panted. Only moments after, I heard the horses neigh, then gurgle, then thud. I knew right away they had been killed, so I slowly--SLOWLY--stood up. My heart was in my throat and my lungs were gasping for air. As I stood up, that was the first time I saw him.
Him.
He was standing by the cart, both Kirin and the other horse lay slain on the ground, their necks slashed open. And he was standing there, looking merciless as ever. He had short black hair, as I did, and he had black lines coming from his eyes, and wrapped around his neck. His hair hid his eyes at first, but then, he looked straight at me. I froze, a look of horror coming onto my face. I...I couldn't move. I was scared, yes, but that wasn't it. Someone was holding my legs, my arms, and two arms were wrapped around my waist in a sexual manner. Long, pale, cold arms. I couldn't see behind me, though I knew that this pers--..No, that this demon was in league with the man who had killed the horses.
"Makaitsume...Can I kill this one? You killed her horsesssssssssss..." the one behind me hissed, a long tongue tasting my neck. I grunted, closing one eye and tilting my head as he dragged his tongue up my face, ending the trail at my temple and laughing in a sinister tone.
Makai, as I had heard his Allie call him, grinned, bringing his metal claws to his mouth and licking the blood from the blades. He had a set of metal claws on each hand, five blades per claw. He was wearing shoulder armor of black in which the ends twisted up, and a chest and back plate on his torso over his dark Violette Haori. He also wore two more plates on his waist to cover his hips and legs over his red Hakama, which were tucked into sleek black boots. He had a set of throwing knives hanging from his waist as well. He smirked, lowering his blades.
"No...She's mine, Hihebi." he replied, and began to walk towards us.
Hihebi, the one behind me, lowered his head next to mine and I could see his face had intricate markings as Makai did, except Hihebi's were red, not black. He had pure white hair that was cut short, although a little longer than Makai's, and it was messier. His pupils were small, only two slits, I took note. He had six arms. Two came from his back and were longer than the others, then came his normal arms which were the ones around my waist, and then the ones holding my legs were coming from his waist. As he moved behind me again, however, I felt his two main arms moving. I whimpered slightly, one was snaking into my Haori, and the other into my Hakama. I knew he had sexual intentions for me, and I thrashed as much as I could, but his grip was so strong I could hardly move!
Then, surprisingly, one of Makai's throwing daggers hit Hihebi square between the eyes. He choked, all arms released as he screamed and thrashed around. I wasted no time, and I fled! What else could I do? I heard Hihebi shouting curses at Makai as I dashed through the field and hurdled over bodies, past fires.
"DAMN YOU MAKAI!! SHE'S GETTING AWAY, THAT HURT!" Hihebi screamed at Makai in rage. Makai, however, was already on my trail, although I was unaware. He was a demon too, I suppose, because he caught up to me in no time. He was letting me run though...He could have caught me yet he was slowing down just for the chase. I was just at the border where the field melted into the forest when suddenly, I had the wind knocked out of me. I was pinned to the ground, a boot on my back.
"Not so fast, Wench." Makai growled, and then chuckled. His voice sounded a bit hoarser than it had been a moment ago. I was in a daze, I couldn't move all too well, I wasn't getting enough air!
"Ca--can...ca--.." I gasped, wheezing. He picked me up by the back of my Haori, and slammed me up against a tree. This time I hit my head, so I was further dazed and dizzy. I waved a hand and attempted to push him again but all I really did was pat him. I could see him smirking at me, but I couldn't do anything about it. My head pounded and ached like I had just been kicked in the head--I couldn't speak--I was as useful as a potato!
I heard the dull thunk as he stabbed the tree just next to my head with his claws, on either side, sliding his hands out of the grips. He had his knee pinned between my legs and moved it up, lifting me from the ground. I felt as he tossed my Wakizashi--my protection--away from me and began to make quick work of my Hakama.
He was going to take my virginity.
He did it, and my Hakama slipped to my feet. At the same time, he crushed his lips roughly, painfully against mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I could only give a slight groan in protest as his tongue circled mine. While that was going on, his hand was now rubbing me..down there. I was so ashamed, but I WAS being turned on by his actions. It was my bodies reaction, not mine. He groped my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple while his other hand rubbed my clit, faster, faster and faster. Then, eventually, his fingers ran down and he lifted me higher up the tree a little by hooking his fingers into my vagina. It hurt, it really did, and I whimpered at the pain. I was now beginning to gain my conciousness a bit. He jammed his fingers deep down inside of me as I glared at him, and I saw him smirk up at me.
"Well...A virgin...Who would have guessed." he chuckled, moving his fingers inside me.
No. NO. I would NOT be taken like this!! In a burst of energy, I sobered up and my hands ripped one of his claws out. His face turned to one of surprise--and anger--before I slashed his face open with his own weapon. He dropped me, stumbling back, holding his face and growling. I saw his pupils had grown to the side of a head of a pin, directed at me. I grabbed my Hakama, and tied them around my waist again as I dashed through the forest, panting and nearly in tears. I was still blushing!
"Yyyooouuuu WENCH!!" I heard Hihebi shout from behind me, and he leaped from the treetops, aiming for me. I hadn't even noticed that he had been following! I managed to duck out of the way, and I screamed again,
"HELP!! PLEASE HELP!" Praying that someone would hear me. Oh, god, Please hear me! I came across the main road again soon, and by sheer, pure luck, I managed to find someone. He was...A Samurai!!
"Help!! God please help me!" I shouted at him, stumbling and trying to keep my Hakama from falling again. I had burst into tears at this point. He turned around, giving a grunt of surprise and running towards me, raising his mask above his head.
"Hey!" he shouted. When we finally met, I couldn't help but fall to my knees in front of him, and he drew his sword, looking down at me.
"What's going on here? Who are you?" he questioned aggressively. I sobbed, looking up at him. My hair had come out of it's binding so it bushed around my face.
"Plea-please! Two demons chasing me! Oh pl--...Ca...AHHHHH!" I was abruptly cut off when the Samurai's head was literally ripped off and thrown from his body. I screamed as it fell beside me, and as his sword cut my leg. There I could see Makai standing over me, a look of anger on his face. My whole body was shaking now, I couldn't--I couldn't move. I just stared, that is, until he raised a foot and kicked my head, knocking me out in one fell swoop. The last thing I saw was him taking something out of his Haori, and his friend the snake demon was running up beside him.
(End chapter 1.)