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Chapter 10

It was a few days since Natsuki's last encounter with Sesshoumaru, and she was glad she didn't see him, anyway. She felt so murderous after what he said that she actually flew into a flock of demons in the sky and slaughtered them. The next day she was cleaning blood from her kimono, her eyes still burning with intense emotion. It was unexplainable; the Demon lord himself and her feelings inside. She felt angry from his cool, smooth behaviour, and insulted by all his words. She didn't know why she even cared about what he said, but there she was, rubbing her kimono's fabric violently, still clothed in her chain mail. She was surprised that her kimono didn't tear under the pressure.

And besides the anger, there was a tint of something else...what could it be? It was a curious little feeling... the demoness often got Sesshoumaru's figure walking into her mind, giving her that uninterested look. It pissed you off, but she couldn't take her eyes away from his as he looked at her in her mind...

The dragon demon shook her head hard, and she assumed that if anyone saw that, they would've guess that she was having a seizure of some sort, shaking so much. The dried blood finally and gradually peeled from the fabric and she let her kimono dry on a rock, bathed in the warm sunlight. She sat by the river, picking up pebbles and throwing them into the water bitterly. She sniffed, and then she picked up a stone and squeezed it hard. Damnit! Now I'm smelling Sesshoumaru too! He's everywhere!

Then the demoness looked up at the sky and smirked. Heh, now he can't tell me I have a weak sense of smell. He should be pretty far away, considering how far I went from him...

Natsuki's kimono dried out and when she slipped it on, it was pleasantly filled with the sun's warmth. Then she awakened her dragon wings again and brought them down powerfully, propelling her into the sky. From above, she followed the river, shimmering the reflection of the light She was never fully aware that someone was walking in the forest below, keeping up with her.


Sesshoumaru's scent never left the demoness. It never weakened, and never grew; it just stayed the same, and it worried her slightly. But she didn't bother stressing about it; she smirked to herself, thinking that her demon sense of smell was stronger than she gave it credit for. The moon was out, a pale crescent shape radiating in the night sky. The wind blew softly, but it sent a chill up her spine often. She flapped her wings, feeling the air rush into them and making her airborne with speed and grace. The landscape was enveloped in darkness, only lit by the moonlight.

Evening

The dragon demon sighed to herself. I'm going to have to find a home around here somewhere. It's kind of boring always moving from one place to another. She paused, then added to herself, Although, I can't really complain about the scenery I see... it's hard to decide...

Suddenly a new scent entered her nostrils so quickly that she was temporarily stunned and confused, her wings frozen. It was entirely new, reminding her somewhat of a spider. But there was a very weak scent she identified, something she'd never thought she'd sense again. A small cry escaped her throat in realization, then suddenly died before she could even finish it.

Long vine-like tendrils shot up from the forest below and wrapped themselves tightly around the demoness' body. She yelped in pain as her wings were constricted and crushed under the pressure. The texture of the thing was hard and rough and it scraped her skin underneath, unleashing multiple beads of blood. Just as fast as they sprung up, they retreated back into the trees below, carrying her as its prey

...whatever it was...

It went even farther than just under the trees; a cavern under the gnarled roots of an enormous tree gaped like the mouth of a terrible monster, stalagmite and stalactite acting as its teeth, ready to tear and clamp down. If it really were a monster - which Natsuki knew wasn't -, the vine-like structure that held her was its tongue. The base of her bonds were hidden in the shadows, and even if her sight in the dark was very accurate, she couldn't see the end... yet.

The demoness knew that this would be a long trip, and, not very fond of the idea of being dragged down under alive, she began to struggle. She tried to open up her wings and use her shoulders to loosen the grip, but to no avail. Instead, it grew tighter, compressing her ribs. The dragon demon felt helpless, but she didn't give. She continued to fight back and try to get free.

Someone was behind this; was this magic? Or was this really apart of some demon below? The new scent was getting stronger now, and the other one...it was somehow merged with the first, as if the person that the scent belonged to had shed it and adapted a new smell. But that tiny bit the demoness recognized made her heart race against her ribs.

Dim light soon flooded around a corner. After that, her captor stopped, suspending her in mid-air many meters from the ground. Natsuki saw that the vine-like thing belonged to a figure in a white baboon-skin, but she obviously knew it was a puppet. Below on the ground was its true owner, in the same white baboon-skin, but with the hood drawn back. Long black hair flooded over his shoulders and red eyes looked up at her. His scent carried something as a half demon, but the malevolence emitting from him covered all that up. Beside him stood the person Natsuki least wanted to meet.

"My love," Runihura whispered darkly. "You're mine now."

End of Chapter

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Sorry XD Just wanted to do that, since I was going into the media with just 'OMG', anyway. Oh dear, the suspense is rising! ... but I have to give a warning - which will TOTALLY give away the next part -

Next chapter contains graphic violence and adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.

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