Chapter Fourteen – Unleashed
He stood within a window, watching as the lady of the house raced away from their lord, obviously trying to save herself from his wrath. She'd slapped him, yes, but he was positive that Lord Sesshoumaru wouldn't have harmed her. The way she'd tensed told him that she was shocked she'd actually done such a thing, and he felt sorry for her, especially that she was so ashamed that she'd run off, once again. Ryouta could only hope that Lord Sesshoumaru found her soon. He knew from one of the guards that Lady Kagome had gone into heat.
He also knew that Lord Sesshoumaru's beast was probably planning some type of sexual torture for their lady in order to repay her for that slap. Yes, because he was positive the animal knew that she was merely trying to defend herself, and that it was his duty was the alpha to protect his chosen one, instead of punishing her. However, though he'd heard of Lord Sesshoumaru since he was but a pup, he had never been subjected to the beast that prowled his subconscious, only brought forth when his true form was ready to be released.
There was a soft knock on the door of the room he was currently in, and he turned to watch a younger youkai female bowing her head toward him. He waited for her to speak, until finally her soft voice explained, "Ryouta-sama, you're needed in your medical chambers. One of the servant's sons was training with his father and ended up with his leg torn in two by accident."
Ryouta sighed, "How serious is the wound?"
The female lifted her head, her soft orange eyes blinking as she clasped her hands together. "The wound is bad, I'm afraid. His bone has been severed almost completely, and it is… well, hanging by the small amount of skin that is trying to heal together."
He nodded, "I believe he must be in a lot of pain then. Perhaps I should see this wound before I try to determine what is best for the boy, though." He nodded once more to himself, his hand reaching up to gently rub at his chin. He turned his attention back to the female in front of him, saying, "You may go now."
She bowed, "Yes, Ryouta-sama."
He thought, for a moment, her voice sounded a little higher than before, almost like she'd been expecting something else. Ryouta shook his head, knowing that he could not think about things like that at the moment. He had a boy that needed his attention, but he was positive that as long as the leg wasn't destroyed the boy's youkai healing would be able to heal the leg back together within the month. As long as he and his father did not go out to train within that time, which he doubted they would now that they'd learned their lesson. They'd probably be more careful the next time.
Shaking his head, Ryouta told himself that he did not need to be thinking about these things at the moment. He needed to be thinking about what he could do for Lady Kagome when she returned, since she obviously didn't know how to control the animal caged within her. However, there was a boy that needed him, and he was there to make sure the servant's stayed healthy, along with everyone else around them; their children survived certain injuries, along with everyone else. Though these things were true, his highest priority was to make sure the Lord and Lady lived long and healthy lives, and it was clear to him that Lady Kagome needed some type of help. He might have something that could help her, or maybe it was only the final mating that would help her in the end.
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A few hallways down, the servant, Yutsuko, breathed deeply, wondering what exactly was wrong with her. She'd never wished to find a mate, never, since her father had tried to rape her mother when she refused to please him, but now she found she did. She knew she was probably one of the only females not mated within the House of the Moon, and there were only a few males who did not have their own females. Why, though, when she found she wished to finally mate, did she have to want the healer, the one who was more worried about everyone at the same time than just one single soul? The one who was destined to forever protect the health of Lord Sesshoumaru and his mate.
Sliding to the ground, Yutsuko told herself that Ryouta would probably never see her as anything more than a simple female. One that merely replied messages to him whenever he was needed, that was merely in the way whenever he was trying to work. She'd never truly been in his way, but in her eyes she was probably always in the way, trying to gain his attention even though he barely seemed to notice that she was the only one to tell him about sick or injured patients needing him since a few days after he'd arrived.
She couldn't blame him, though, for he needed to pay attention to the patients, not a female trying to gain his attention. That was what healers did, and she shook her head, trying to keep herself from destroying something in order to vent her frustrations. It would do no good to destroy something that belonged to Lord Sesshoumaru, since she had barely any possessions of her own, and they were all within her servants' chambers. She would either get herself killed, or have something cut off, both of which she did not wish to have happen.
Perhaps it was because she'd been whipped when she was little by the general because she had accidentally broke one of Lord Sesshoumaru's deceased mother's favorite vases. It had been an accident, but Lord Sesshoumaru had not taken kindly to it. She'd gotten twenty lashes, most of which were still scars on her back. She couldn't blame her lord, though, for she'd heard many times of his relationship with his mother and how it had broken him when she was suddenly gone. Then the fact that his father conceived a pup with a ningen hime a few years later, when he should have been grieving for his lost mate for at least a century or so.
Yutsuko shook her head, telling herself that this would do her no good. Perhaps staying away from the healer would do her some good. She nodded, thinking, yes. That's exactly what I'll do. I'll have mother or sister send him the messages instead of doing it myself. Time away from him will be nice.
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Her feet pounded against the forest floor, her mind in a state of confusion and pain. Pain from the bond she now held with another, rushing from the point where she knew she'd struck Sesshoumaru, down into her neck, and throughout the rest of her face. She knew it was from the pain he felt, her poison rushing throughout his system as his body tried to fight it off. Even if she knew he'd heal in a matter of days with the small amount she'd injected into him, but it was still her fault. She'd done it. She'd hurt him and she shouldn't have. She should have been able to control herself, even if she had been cursed for so many years.
With practiced ease she moved around obstacles in her path, dodged small animals that had barely any time to escape her, and continued forward until she could barely feel the pain of Sesshoumaru's wound at all. That meant she'd been able to move far away from him. She wasn't sure how far, but it was far enough that she could no longer feel his pain and for that she was grateful. At least then she wouldn't have to have that also pushing at her conscience.
She continued to run, though, her hands coming up to grip at her head as she felt the rage of her beast. The animal knew that she'd harmed her mate, as unintentional as that had been, because he'd called her something that was entirely true. She was an inuyoukai female, therefore she was a bitch—the curse, however, had told her that it was wrong for him to call her such things and she'd struck him. Her beast wasn't happy with her, it wanted to come out and play, to fix the problem she had caused by mating. It wanted to fuck with anything that could please it, but mostly it wanted to fuck its mate in order to make him happy and forget what she'd done to him. She would have thought it rational thinking if the sun had set already, but her curse was telling her other things, fighting against the beast that wanted free.
That wanted to rein supreme over the land! It wanted to let others know that it was mated to the most powerful youkai of their time, cutting them down one by one if they were not able to please its tastes. She knew that, her curse knew that, and she felt like she was being torn from the inside out. She was at a total lose, a piece of her knowing that she should have known what to do, yet confused and disoriented at the same time. Almost like the sense of right and wrong had managed to escape her grasp, slipping away as she lost herself to the madness that was her inner nature. A nature that came with every powerful youkai, the beast prowled her subconscious mind.
All at once she felt like she was losing herself, finding herself, and completely falling apart. She tried to fight it, she did, but she knew that she was losing a battle that she could not win. Her beast was full of too much pent up fury from being held down by a curse that should have never been placed upon her. It was full of rage and wanted blood as payment for the crime committed against it. It wanted to take control and show others that though it had been kept down, pushed into the very back of her mind—so far that she couldn't even feel it there—that it was still as powerful as ever. It wanted to prove to those around it that it could still bring terror into the hearts of innocent ones while it killed those it wished to. Whether they were innocent of not, it did not matter to a creature of its caliber.
Her golden eyes bled red, a vicious growl escaping her throat as she clawed at her arms. The sharp talons entered her skin time and again, the wounds healing themselves quickly and effectively almost instantly from the power radiating from her skin. Her beast was as powerful as she was, but combined with her own they were a force that could rule above and beyond those who lived in this era. All except one, because through their bond he would be as powerful as she was, and that would be the only reason it would not rein alone if it were set free.
She ripped at her arms, trying to fight down the beast that wished to gain control. She knew what would happen should she allow such a thing to happen; she couldn't allow it, it was wrong… Her kimono sleeves split apart completely, falling toward the ground, only held there by the small pieces that she hadn't ripped at in order to send pain through her body. It only enraged her beast more, causing her to trip, fall over her head and roll for a short distance. Her claws reached up when she felt the pain shoot through her face once more and sank into her cheeks and chin. She knew what the pain meant, but something filled her nose, something that caused her to growl viciously again.
Another female was somewhere nearby.
Lying on her back her ruby eyes opened to stare into the pink, purple, and blue hues of the passing clouds in the sky through the trees. She arched her back, her mouth opening in a silent roar, her golden hair seeming to float around her without any restraints at all. She fought against what she knew was right, even though right seemed to have fled her many times within thoughs few moments. Her claws once again began clawing at her arms, blood almost black in color being absorbed by her sleeves as it dripped from her arms toward the ground. The wounds were sealed, reopened, seal, and reopened again and again continuously as she tried so hard to regain control of herself.
Her eyes flashed as she rolled herself onto her knees, her fangs grew until they split into her gums, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth and doing nothing to help her inner battle. Her head pressed against the ground, nothing registering correctly within her body. She could feel her poison pumping almost like it was inside her very veins, her blood rushing faster with each pump of her heart, her face beginning to lengthen into that of an inus as she fought herself.
With a jerk she was brought upward, her back bent so that her body was leaning backwards toward the ground, her face staring toward the sky once more. Again her mouth opened, her claws ripping into the flesh of her shoulders, thus severing the last of her bloodied kimono sleeves from the rest of the fabric. It did not matter to her, nothing did, not even the soft breeze that touched the skin of her upper body, her claws having suddenly clipped the ties that kept her kimono closed. Only her obi kept it the rest from falling open and pooling around her on the ground.
Her battle continued, a soft, black, mist beginning to rise around her on the ground as she felt her joints popping in anticipation for the change she had not felt for so long. A sudden glee filled the very pit of her soul, her beast grinning and roaring continuously from within its prison, the sounds crashing through her body, into her bones and causing the change to occur. However, she lowered her head, trying to fight off the change, the want for blood, the wish to rampage over the land and destroy everything in her path.
She began to thrash her head, her claws suddenly stopping their torture of her arms to allow the wounds time to heal. They began smearing the blood that had escaped the wounds, her healing abilities trying to heal them over by first clotting and then forming new skin. She'd managed to cut the wounds open enough that they were down to the bone, though she moved away when that happened. It would do no good to hurt herself.
Kagome whimpered, snapping her fangs while she shut her eyes as hard as she could. Without warning a barrier surrounded her, the pain in her cheek increasing to tell her that her mate would soon make his appearance. The barrier was not her doing, but that of her beasts, obviously not wishing for the soothing scent Sesshoumaru gave off, the scent that would help her at that moment. Would stop her from transforming and send her into a peaceful sleep that would once more tie the beast in invisible chains. Once more trapping it in its prison filled with the scent of rotting corpses and fresh blood, the scent of sex also found somewhere deep within it. It was what she found had long ago stopped her beast from trying to take her over, thinking that she was trying to get rid of it forever, and it had made her happy to know the prison pleased it. However, after so many years of being trapped there she could understand why it was so angry and wanted free from that place. It was her body, though—even if the beast was apart of her, it was her body and it held no right to it unless she allowed it access.
Right, wrong, and all emotions began to fade as she began to fall. She felt the cold hands that reached out from her core to drag her into the prison her beast had resided within. She could smell the scent that had often calmed her beast, only to find that it calmed her raging head. Almost like she was resting within herself while another walked around as her. Only without thought and having a few things on its mind. Things that would be fulfilled, anyone who got in the way would be killed without reason, without any remorse or second fleeting thought about whether it had been right or wrong. Within moments, though, none of that mattered and she felt like she was simply drifting with chains pinning her to something that felt like cracked glass. It was the mirror, cracked now, that had allowed her beast to see the outside while her curse had been strong… that was the final thing that registered in Kagome's mind at that time.
Her head snapped back, crimson eyes hidden beneath silver colored lids, while her mouth opened to reveal sharp, deadly, fangs, a soft growl forming in her throat. What escaped was a menacing laugh, before the stretched face tilted further backwards, laughter filling the area around her. The laughter died without reason, the crimson eyes snapping open to stare toward the sky high above them, as her upper lips lifted in a snarl.
The beast that was now Kagome allowed her hands to fall at her sides, bent at the elbows. Pants were coming through her nose, her golden hair whipping around almost as if they were trying to find something to hold onto. A scent filled her nose, something that caused her eyes to narrow and her face to turn dark. The beast was not pleased with her current surroundings and she knew she could blame her idiot master, the fool who'd gotten them cursed, for that.
For an instant it looked like the beast had completely stopped breathing, but the pounding of her heart could have been heard by any youkai within hearing range. For an instant it looked like the beast had sudden given up on life. For an instant it looked like she'd become a statue that would never be moved from the spot that she had placed herself on. For an instant all was silent.
That an instant did not last long, however, for the beast once more opened her mouth and finally let loose a bone chilling roar that sent many creatures fleeing in fear for their lives. It echoed throughout the forest, while the force of it ripped at her vocals, damaging them until her healing abilities were able to begin work upon them. The snapping of a twig cut the roar short, and crimson eyes were instantly upon the figure of a female before them. A vicious snarl, nearly silent from the roar before, rumbled through her chest, telling the other that she would rip her to shreds and eat her should she come closer.
The other female simply sniffed at the air, though, gazing at something behind her with a scowl. She growled as best she could when the female began to speak, her voice making her seem like she wanted to sound superior to her. "So, you're the female that Sesshoumaru-sama has chosen as his bitch? I'm not surprised that word traveled so quickly, especially with the fact that he has not looked at any female except in lust. Strange, though, that one little mutt could sink her claws into him like he had been waiting for her all these years." A smirk rose onto the face of the beast controlled girl, her mind instantly clicking with the fact that this female had obviously wanted what was now hers. She would not give up what was hers so easily.
Her voice was dark and menacing, deep and promising of pain, while blood dribbled down her chin from her mouth. "It is not my fault none except I are pleasing to his eye. Obviously those he merely rutted with were too greedy for his tastes. Or, perhaps he merely thought they were merely sluts that would soon find themselves in the bed of another once they tired of his gorgeous flesh. I have been mated to him for quite some time, yet I have not bedded him myself, thus proving my innocence. Where was yours when you spread your thighs for him?"
The female stiffened, "Arrogant bitch."
She chuckled, "What does that make you then?"
The female straightened herself, "I am Kichi, daughter—"
The beast now in control snorted. "I do not care who you are, where you're from, or what you do, slut." She smirked, chuckling again, before continuing, "Besides, it will not matter when you release your final breath in this life and your soul moves onto the next."
"You plan to kill me? I'd like to see you try, wench," Kichi growled. "Sesshoumaru-sama was to be my male by the word of our ancestors, but because he chose you I was thrust into the background as nothing but a used woman. Our Clans have always mated with each other if a male of one Clan had not chosen a female before a certain year. That year has almost come and now you're standing in my way of mating with him. A shame that he'll die unless you're protecting him." She looked over the somewhat transformed woman, "It seems that you're intelligent at least. Most beasts within a youkai soul would already be destroying half the countryside. Yet you're here, speaking as if you're better than anything when your master holds you down."
"You do not know its like to be held down for a long period of time," she hissed. "One tends to devise long and tedious plans in order to make others think nothing is going to happen… before suddenly all hell breaks loose. My plan is not to simply rampage over the land, but to make sure that the blood that runs is always fresh, it will run in rivers to the ocean. It will cover the land by the time someone comes to stop me, for I have abilities that will make others think the killing it coming from a hidden foe from within darkness. I just have to wait until the sun falls."
The female raised her left hand, her claws glinting in the sunlight, though it was so obvious that there was barely an hour left before it was gone and night settled in. Her fingers curled, the muscles tightening, and there was a sickening crack from the bones. A smirk found itself onto her face; her claws had not been used in so long. "It will be a shame that you will not be able to see that time," Kichi said.
The beast smiled, "It is a shame you're ending your life so quickly." The red of her eyes split from the top toward the bottom, the pupils finally coming through as she took complete control. They were dark purple, barely even noticeable in the dimming light. Each passing second caused the wide eyes to swirl, almost like the blood was rushing away, leaving fresh blood in its place, even if it was only a color.
Kichi hissed. "You're the one who will be giving your life. Even if Sesshoumaru-sama dies in the process, it will at least show that his decision of taking you was a mistake. I should have been his mate, yet—"
She sprang from her position, blood dripping from her fingertips. "Enough, I have grown tired of your voice. It is time you die," she raised her claws, rushing forward. The female blocked easily, but she smirked, suddenly flipping away from her in order to allow Kichi time to rush at her instead. It would be interesting to see what the bitch did in her time, though she should not have been giving her anything at all. She knew it could push her into dangerous territory, but she wanted to play with this female that thought her mate should belong to her, instead of the other way around.
She deserved to learn her lesson the hard way.
Kichi smirked, sure that her opponent had suddenly felt threatened by her burst of power the way she backed off. However, she watched as the other female rolled her shoulders, almost like she was preparing to pounce upon her. Her eyes narrowed, her joints popping as she slowly moved toward her, wondering why exactly the beast wasn't doing anything. Normally, she knew, they were reckless and stopped at nothing when it came to getting what it wanted. So, why did this one merely watch her with her eyes, as if trying to pick up her every move? There was something wrong, but even that wasn't going to stop her from ripping her head from her shoulders.
Her claws twitched in anticipation for the blood she was sure would soon be dripping down them. Her mind became nothing but an endless sea of the same thing, her master sinking even further into the prison she was drowning within. Without moving she allowed her eyes to focus onto Kichi, knowing that sooner or later the wench would think she was frozen on the spot and come at her. Who knew, perhaps she thought she was wary. It did not matter either way. As long as she came at her and allowed her to spill the blood within her veins, the first in so long. Then she would go forth and kill to her liking, no one would stop her.
Without a second thought she leapt off the ground, determined that she would kill the female that dare take her male. She did not care if Sesshoumaru had wanted her, she did not care if it had not truly been his wish. She only cared that he had taken another, which was the exact reason why she spun, her claws springing out, as the wind seemed to whip around it. Blades formed within the small tornado that formed, the light blue color easily seen against the almost invisible attack. As she neared her opponent, though, she realized her mistake.
Allowing her eyes to widen, Kichi moved her attack so that she would hit the ground before nearing Sesshoumaru's mate. She slammed into the ground at amazing speed, having used some demonic energy in order to increase her velocity. However, she was lucky, because she'd noticed almost to late that the beast-controlled female had had a trick up her sleeve. She'd been waiting for her to attack her, and she'd nearly fallen into it. Well, she wouldn't be fooled a second time, and she'd make sure that she didn't step over that line again. Rushing into battle was not the way to win, never.
Hissing, she launched herself off the ground, her claws sprang forward, poison ready at the tips. As this Kichi slammed into the ground, instantly pushing herself off in order to jump out of her path, she unleashed the attack. The poison shot from her claws, straight at first, but she slashed her claws through the air in order to spread out the range. It was sure to hit, but she was a little disappointed when the bitch managed to move just an inch out of range from the amount she'd pumped into the atmosphere.
Landing gracefully onto one foot, Kagome once more leapt forward, her arms limp at her sides. She shot her claws out once more as Kichi lowered her eyes for a moment, and managed to slice into her arm, poison injected straight into her bloodstream. Only the demoness's instincts were what saved her from her hand wrapping around her arm, perhaps her throat, and an instantly lethal amount being forced into her body. The small amount would work slowly, but within ten minutes or so the bitch would be dead, wriggling from the pain that was ripping through her being. A smirk formed on her lips as she thought about how interesting that would be to watch. How much she'd loved to see it. Especially the pain that would come from it, the noises she would make before her windpipe collapsed on itself.
For a moment she thought she saw Kichi's eyes flicker toward something behind her, but decided that it was nothing as she flicked her wrist. A dark whip formed on her fingertips, the length much longer than that of her master's. It whipped around wildly, only managing to miss herself by inches each time it slammed against the ground near her. It did not frighten her, though, for she had many times imagined doing such a thing for real. Of actually controlling the abilities she shared with her master while in complete control, instead of pushed down so hard that she wasn't even noticed.
Her cries had long ago stopped, her whimpers and snarls ignored completely by her master. She'd known all along that they'd been cursed, but it had been made worse when she was pushed into what she thought was eternal darkness. She had had no recollection of how to break it, and even if she did she couldn't connect with her master. Chains had held her down within her prison, the place she'd come to think of as home at one time—her master had thought about her, instead of merely herself. Those chains had completely trapped her, making sure that she couldn't even move an inch or so. The only thing that kept her sane was her own thoughts and hope.
This was exactly what she wanted now. She would relish in the pain this demoness before her would feel and she would laugh afterward. It had been so long since she'd been in control, and now that she was she wasn't giving up her position anytime soon. Her master hadn't dealt with her in so long that she had not been able to push her back into her cage. If her own master could not do it, then who could? No one would stop her from accomplishing her goal. Especially since she was sure her dear mate would give up after she… played with him a little.
Kichi hissed, clutching her arm, trying to stop the poison from moving into the rest of her body. She knew it was already too late; the poison had gotten deeper than anyone would ever want it to. She could feel it burning beneath her skin, almost like it was acid eating away at her from the inside. Beneath her fingers the skin was red and inflamed, beginning to melt away to the bone. Never had she encountered such a toxic substance, and she looked up at this female in a new light. It was no wonder Sesshoumaru chose her, she was powerful, not to mention beautiful.
She snarled at her own thoughts, deeming even herself weak for allowing such thoughts to even enter her own mind. It was ridiculous that she was suddenly thinking such things, and all because of one simple attack. However, her eyes watched as a whip appeared from thin air, looking as if it was dripping with her poison. She thought for a moment she was hallucinating, but she was positive the poison couldn't move that fast. No matter what she thought about it!
There was the smallest flick of her wrist, and the whip went on a crash course with her opponent's body. The poison had done its job well, for the demoness could barely move now. Even if she tried her whip would have easily slammed against her on its return path, no matter which way she moved. Her whip was a powerful weapon, but there was another she wished to show this wench. Before her dying breath she would learn the reason why those in her era were not able to compare to her when she had been resting for so long. Her power had grown as her master's had, but as she was chained down it had doubled. True, she was stronger because she usually merged her energy with her master's, but there was no need for that at this time.
Kichi gave a small whimper as the whip slammed against her shoulder. The dark color easily sank into her flesh, knocking her off her feet, before Sesshoumaru's mate pulled it back. She hit the ground, her shoulders and neck taking the most damage, dust filling the air as she tried to stop her harsh landing. Her claws, though close to useless now, dug into the ground in order to stop her from sliding further. A growl erupted from her throat at that moment, for the whip had once more struck at her chest, quickly retreating before she was able to even flinch.
The sun began to sink lower, slowly still, but her eyes caught the slight movement. It would not be long now until the sun was completely gone and her true form returned. Then she would transform and wreak havoc over the feudal era of Nihon, making sure that nothing was left. She knew what it could do to her future, but she did not care as long as she was able to destroy something. Anything large that would take years to return to its return to its former glory, no matter how long ningen or youkai worked.
Another whip formed on her fingers, and she sent both flying once more at Kichi. They struck, one digging deeply into her thigh, while the other lashed into her stomach, taking off a nice, thin, layer as she watched. The dust, though clouding her eyesight a little, did nothing to stop her from watching this with lust in her eyes. Lust for blood and death, though there was a deeper lust just to see the pain, to hear the sounds that the bitch could make. Especially when she'd thought she would ever be able to defeat her, a demoness of the future. It was ridiculous, even if Kichi would never know it.
She stepped forward into the thick cloud of dust, even as it began to settle, and moved so that she would be standing over her adversary. She heard the hissing intakes of breath that Kichi was taking, and smirked down at her. Her red eyes blinked only once, watching every move that she made. The slight twitch of her hand; the flutter of her eyelids; the gushing blood from her wounds spilling down onto the ground beneath her—to her it was truly a sight to see. She savored everything she saw, since it was obvious she'd overpowered the weakling without any effort at all.
Kichi, having closed her eyes when she was hit for the last time, finally allowed her eyes to open completely. She glared at the demoness who'd managed to sink her claws into the most beautiful male in the land. Her lip lifted a little in order to make herself seem more menacing, though she knew it would not affect her opponent considering her condition. Her eyes widened a bit as she noticed four claw marks open up on the female's face. She knew she had not caused them, so that meant… her eyes flickered again to the male standing outside the barrier. Sesshoumaru…
"I told you that you would not be able to live after battling with me, Kichi. It is a shame that you did not heed my words. Perhaps you would have survived it you had, but you decided that you would try your luck," Kagome smirked. "I'm afraid your luck as run out, Kichi." Her elbow went straight into the air, her fingers together, and her claws pointing straight down at the heart of the female at her feet. A dark blade began forming around her arm, dark vines wrapping up around her elbow and forearm as it wrapped into the blade. "Die," she said, her face smug. The blade extended, quickly sinking into Kichi's chest before she even scream.
It was a shame that she had not been able to make even a sound. The blood that surged from the wound was massive, and feeling the last thump of her heart was good enough, though.
Her ears caught the sound of a rustling bush, a scent she knew filling her nose. Roughly pulling her blade from the chest of her dead opponent, the beast that was now Kagome turned her red eyes so that she could see her new one. The figure she'd often seen within the fluttering thoughts of her master filled her vision. The male who was now her mate. The male who her master had struck across the cheek, thus the thin red lines that were now found there, the wounds having sealed over to a certain extent.
She saw his eyes narrow at her, never once moving them as if she would suddenly strike out at him. She would do no such thing, though she did want to play with him a little bit. Her master was too innocent from her years as a ningen during the day to understand the knowledge that came with simply being youkai. She would not be so foolish. She would not allow her male to get away without her being able to fondle him a bit first. Yes, she would most definitely play with him some.
Sesshoumaru stepped forward, his eyes hard as he stared at the beast. He knew this was the darker side that lived deep within the soul of his mate, its power entangled within her own. This was a dangerous situation. "Release your hold on your master and return to your cage, animal," he said, his voice cold, almost frozen over as he spoke to her beast. Anything he said could be twisted into words it wished to hear, but he was sure he'd be able to win against it. Sooner or later it would give up its hold on her and return to its cage. Perhaps he'd need to overpower it first?
She smirked. She'd been unleashed; there was no way she was returning without a fight. This Sesshoumaru might have been her mate, he might have been the male she was bound to, but even he would have to do better than that. Words meant nothing to her.