Don't own Inuyasha, nothin' doin'. XD Really.
Has some disturbing violence. In short, a gaping wound in detail, that might make you throw up a little in the mouth. XD OOPS. SORRY.


Katsuro truly regretted the sudden impulse he'd had, the reaction his emotions had had when Sesshoumaru inquired whether he was sure that his mother was killed by the inquierer. That was not a question, really: whether or not he was sure because he saw the murderer with his own eyes, and Sesshoumaru was not one you could forget.

Anyhow, it was too late to change anything now. As much as he didn't know how to carry out his threat of making his life hell, he had to stay true to his word. And how could he show Sesshoumaru hell? Hell was not laying unconcious on the only mattress in his small hut home. I'm already failing miserabley at this and it hasn't been more than an hour.

Sesshoumaru was agitated in his sleep, body sinking the mattress in and practically flattening it to the ground. I guess he has more muscle mass or something. But again, his mind returned to the whole situation. His brother was sleeping on his only mattress, unconcious and he had promised to ... show him some hell.

The extent of his feelings of hate towards Sesshoumaru did not go so far as to want to torture him, so he could only do what he thought he could do best.

Hell for Sesshoumaru, would be experiancing human characteristics and traditions. Tonight will be the first night of many.


A moment of passing awareness before Sesshoumaru began swimming in the unfamilar yet welcome cloud of sweet dreams, memories of his past victories and achievements playing over in his mind.

Like zooming past an important scene, Sesshoumaru's senses caught another moment of awareness, a sweet scent mingling in his mind, warmth coming through him. A sudden flashback and his eyes shot open, an immediate snarl and his claws tore at his invisible bindings.

The first sight he had was of an unfamilar ceiling, the first scent being that of sweetness, yet he wouldn't admit that. That scent belonged to that bastard who didn't know his treatment of Sesshoumaru were beyond unhealthy and sticked his ass right into the Must-Die Zone. Your death still needs to be tended to.

However, none of that mattered then. Sesshoumaru was wide awake and fighting against his binds, infuriated and full of rage. His mind was racing, and the only thing he could fathom was the fact that this fake brother of his needed to feel pain.

Katsuro had prepared, making sure everything was secure and safe before he gently lifted the hypnotic connection he'd placed on Sesshoumaru. He almost regretted it, losing that relaxed feeling that Sesshoumaru was unconciously sending into his mind. Only four seconds after he'd removed that sleep-inducing seal, Sesshoumaru woke, and started... this show.

There was really no hope of Sesshoumaru 'escaping' and Katsuro made sure that he knew that. "You can't get out Sesshoumaru. I'm stronger than you. Accept it gracefully and you'll be trusted." Sesshoumaru's red eyes flashed over to his, truly making him feel a tinge of fear only from the fact that those eyes were evil. The beast opened its mouth, jaws bared and body rising, squirming against mental straps holding him down.

"Let me out" Demonic did not describe that voice in the least; it was persuasive only by means of fear and it's rage, taking a hold on him only for the barest of seconds-- within that second Katsuro stood from his chair beside the mattress Sesshoumaru was bound to, their eyes locked. Sesshoumaru's demon eyes glowed in satisfaction and anticipation for the moment that those restraints were removed, claws flexing for that bare neck. It would be torn off it's body in just...

A fatal passing instant of Katsuro realizing his mistake and his control slipped, an exit left in his binds.

Sesshoumaru flung himself from the mattress, hands reaching out blindly, a smile on his face as he saw Katsuro's blood on his fingers. Claws tore into his brothers throat and he let out a laugh that was contagious to himself. The one trapped had wide eyes, mouth open in pain. It was a look of pure pleasure in Sesshoumaru's eyes, his crazy laugh still coming as he twisted his fingers, feeling blood ooze, muslces pulse and ground around his flesh. They withdrew from the others neck brutally fast, claws nicking and tearing already bruised and abused, flaming skin.

Haaa! His smile grew as his he tore at Katsuro's arms, ripping flesh and leaving stinging, deep trails. Finally, Katsuro forced his pulsing arm to raise, bearing the undescribable pain as those wounds bent and open further, and gripped Sesshoumaru's arm hard, as crushing as he could.

Sesshoumaru's smile faltered into a gape of horrible agony as the bones in his already injured wrist crunched together, bruising and rubbing eachother until finally he let out a scream, fever crashing through him in the unbearable torture.

Katsuro released his brothers wrist and immediately paralyzed him, using a foot to kick him off of him and away. That one fucking instant was enough to give him permanent pain and scarring. Katsuro's body was tense, everything focusing on both sending Sesshoumaru into unconciousness and trying not to make his pain any worse. He tried not to move his mouth, his eyes, shoulders, nothing. There was a fucking gaping hole in his neck and he did NOT need to open it any more than it was already.

Daggers split through his body as he panted, sweat coming over him. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Finally sending Sesshoumaru into unconciousness, he focused intently on the painful waves coursing through his brother, Katsuro trying to link his pain into it and send it over to Sesshoumaru. He suceeded, the younger brother screaming in his dreams. Fucking deserve it!

With trembling hands, Katsuro searched around for something to hold onto. The mattress wasn't reliable, it would just flip over ontop of him. The knob of the dresser above him was way too far up and would only cause him more pain, even with it transferring over to Sesshoumaru. He grit his teeth and dug his claws around his thighs, pulling up as fast as he could to get it over with. He only managed to almost stand up before red filled his vision and he fell to the ground, blacking out.


"I-Inuyasha.. oh my god... oh my..." Kagome's eyes were fixen on the view of the inside of a neck, muscle bared to the cruel and stale air, stinging still as fresh and red blood dripped around them, gushing out onto the floor, into damp silver hair, staining skin. It burned into her, her eyes wide in horror, body freezing and numb.

She began to convulse in silent and panicked sobs, hyperventilating, it already too late as Miroku tore her into his arms, covering the sight of it from her by pulling her face into his chest. "Do not look, Kagome. Oh, god..." His voice was disgusted, falling on deaf ears. Kagome felt electricity running through her numb mind, pain from both of those bodies on the floor channeling into her.

Her eyes rolled back, it going unnoticed as Miroku couldn't see her face.

Inuyasha picked up one body, the body soaked in it's own blood, sopping wet and heavy. It was put onto Kilala and rushed out, towards Kaede's for immediate attention. The youngest brother stared intently down at the crumpled body of Sesshoumaru, heart cold as his mind wonderered what had happened.

He snapped out of his fake reality when a scream tore through the air, startling him and making him look frantically around. Miroku's arms let go when the scream made his ears ring, made his arms swing up in panicked instinct. Her body dropped loudly to the floor and he stared in absolute shock.

Inuyasha stormed over, dropping to the ground on his knees and shaking Kagome's body. "Kagome!" He shook her once more, angry worry consuming him, "KAGOME!" He looked up to the gaping monk, glaring in accusation and fury, "What the fuck did you do to her?! What happend?!"

"I-I didn't do anything Inuyasha she just screamed and then-- we have to get her help!" Inuyasha didn't need to hear anymore, picking her up immediately and rushing out into the forest.


Meanwhile, in the body being carried by Inuyasha, Kagome's soul dealt with the horrible agony of having both of the brothers pain put on her. She didn't understand what was happening, other than the fact that she just wanted to die but she couldn't because-- because she wasn't going to kill herself!Her whole body ached and throbbed, a fever pounding through her. She let out a scream of frustration, her hands tearing at her hair. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

Kagome opened her eyes, pulsing vision showing nothing except red.

She grit her teeth, wanting to scream once again but swallowing it, tears falling rapidly from her now squeezed shut eyes.

"STOP IT!" Her cry was swallowed by endless pain and then she realized...

This was absolute hell.


A/N:
AI has stuck to a plot. -tears of joy- I've followed a plot I kind of planned! Actually it went way off track when Sesshoumaru was released from his binds, but hey, this brings Inuyasha in which was a very important point. I didn't really know how to introduce him in the original timeline, but now I do! Actually, technically he has just met Katsuro, so... Woohoo!! Uh... as for the neck wound...

Honestly, I don't even know if he should have survived that. Sesshoumaru merely delved his claws in, he didn't neccesarily tear anything out. Kagome's painful predicament will be explained in depth next chapter! YAY! 'nd I will be writing the next chapter tomorrow! Double yay! I'm finally getting on the roll with this.
Sorry for the late update. Uh, ya, I say that alot don't I?! But, really, my computer crapped out on me. I couldn't play music, go on the internet, couldn't even move the mouse without a pop up coming up and saying I had 'no memory: run-time error' It's fixed now.

This is gonna be a pretty brutally insane fic, really. No, really, it will be. I've been delving into Deathnote so it's completely tainted my writing. Uh, in a good way? Hehe.. he.. hee..?

Please review -heart- I would so love that very much.
-AI