Chapter 12
When Harry finally surfaced from the oceans depths, he couldn't find Touga anywhere. He growled and slapped the water. It was tricky, but after a few tries, Harry had managed to transform into his falcon form with the sword in his talons. He had considered sticking the sword in his mokeskin pouch, but the thought of trying to grab it and only stabbing is hand made him decide to just carry it in his talons.
He had been flying for almost as hour before he finally reached land again. Oh sweet land. He would kiss it if he had the lips to do so. In fact once he was close enough to the ground he transformed back into his human form and did just that. Never going in water again.
Harry brought the blade in front of him so he could inspect it. Along with the handle being a white marble encrusted with jade, the blade itself seemed to be some kind of white steel. It wasn't obvious, but in the right light you could tell the difference.
"What's so important about this sword anyway?"
Harry almost jumped when he felt the sword pulse with what felt like a heartbeat. His hand tightened on the grip when he felt the sword pull at his hand; it felt almost like his wand did, only…more with a mind of its own. Could it…?
He sent a small burst of magic through his hand and into the sword, mimicking what he usually did with his elder wand. A rush went through him when he saw the sword glow with a dim light. The sword could absorb his spells…
A grin overtook his face and he stood up, wanting to test the sword out. He held the sword up and pointed away from him; didn't want a spell flying in his face. What spell….ah hah.
"Sectumsempra."
He saw the sword glow but no spell came bursting from the sword like it did with his wand. His brows furrowed. Maybe it needs some sort of wand movement…He waved the sword in delicate twirls before saying the spell name again.
"Sectumsempra."
Nothing happened. He was starting to get angry. Work already! He gave the sword a hard slash, as if he was cutting through an opponent and was stunned but satisfied when a huge slash burst from the sword and cut the tree in front of him in half.
So when I cast my spells, it's like they enchant the sword…
If ever combined the sword with the Avada Kedavra curse…a wicked grin broke out on his face. His opponents wouldn't see it coming. Except well…he swung the sword a few times and watched as more trees were made into mincemeat…he didn't really know how to wield a sword. Sure he had…
He dropped to his knees and grasped his head; sword falling to the ground. Dammit! The termite in his head was back again, and was trying to dig its way out of the darkness in his mind. He had used a sword before to kill a basilisk, to destroy a horcrux…ruby encrusted…basilisk fang…Voldemort…Naraku.
"Fuck!"
His claws dug into his scalp and his fang tore through his lip. It was like his own mind was against him. He felt the jewel shard in his heart pulse and the digging sensation in his mind slowly started to fade away. But not before one last thought drifted across his mind. Kill Naraku…
A growl ripped through his throat and he dug his claws into the dirt beneath him. Yes, Naraku, he would kill him. No one put him on a leash. Once he found a way to get rid of the shard in his heart…Naraku was mincemeat.
He gripped Kusanagi in his anger and felt the sword pulse in tandem with his. He brought it in front of his face and stared at the sword.
"Don't like Naraku either, huh?" The sword pulsed in response. "Yeah well, we just gotta deal with his shit for now. I don't like it either."
He stood back up and slid the sword through the cloth tied at his waist. He stared at Kusanagi for a few seconds, contemplating.
"Hey…I'm gonna morph into a bird, think you can…not fight it?" The sword pulsed in what he thought was anger again before it settled down. He could guess the sword was kind of put off at the idea of becoming part of him while he was a falcon, but it agreed none the less.
"Sorry, but I don't like the thought of dropping you by accident while flying."
Harry cracked his neck before grinning deviously. Touga was nowhere near, and if Naraku wanted him, he would have called him by now. He should have enough free time to do what he wanted. He felt like killing something. His blood burned with the desire for a little killing mayhem; and maybe a little something else…in fact…
"Point me…Sesshoumaru."
A/N: Thought I'd explain to you guys the concept of 'demonic Harry'. What I did in essence is made the corrupted jewel shard unbalance his magic. Imagine if you will that magic is a balance of both good and evil energies. Though the use of dark spells, a witch or wizard essentially makes one aspect of their magic more present then the other. My example is Voldemort, or even his inner circle; they are all pretty dark and don't have many regrets for what they do. So when I say the jewel shard in Harry's back 'turned him into a demon' what I really mean is that the dark half of his magic has completely taken over, and the origins of the magic (in this fanfic), which are demonic, cause demonic traits to appear in Harry, essentially turning him demon. He's not an animal based demon...but more of just...an oni is probably the best term. He's just not huge, or red or blue.
And as for using a banishing charm to get rid of the shard, well, the way I see it, the jewel has a mind of it's own and would fight the spell, but if Harry did get rid of the jewel, well, Harry would die. Imagine having a hole in your heart, that's what would happen if Harry just banished the jewel shard. And then he would die of internal bleeding or a heart attack. v.v