Dark Night Saga: Book II
Dreamless Sleep: Ookami no Nii-san (Older Brother Wolf)
by Sango-sama

Disclaimer: I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them Sango-sama I am.
I do not like Shippou in a boat.
I do not like Naraku's moat.
I do not own IY or spam.
I wish I did.
Can you say damn?

Disclaimer part 2: I am not Dr. Seuss either.

Spoiler warning: Pretty much the same as the other story...but this portion will cover up
through Chapter 213...which includes the whole Musuo scenario. Once again, I will be covering
any important plot points, so it's not necessary to go through and read it all.

Other warnings: I moved the rating higher (R) to deal with potential problems down the line.
Please hold on...I promise there will be good reason for the rating later on.

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I am an extension of the demon Naraku, a wholly evil being, sprung to life from hate and vengence and driven by an unsatiable thirst for greater and darker power. I used to feel great sentiment to that unquenchable thirst, until his rage was turned upon me.

Because I am part hanyou.

No...Inu-Yasha was not the first...and he will not be the last.

In the birth of Naraku, hanyou and full demon alike hungered for a greater power...great enough to slay the miko that threatened them. Although hanyou and full demon often battled, they allied themselves against the miko, consuming the tarnished soul of Onigumo.

After fifty years of manipulations from the shadows, he re-emerged to recover the Shinkon, creating offspring and puppets to do his bidding, until he gains the entire jewel.

Kanna, the obedient soul-vampire. Still she is Naraku's favorite doll.

Goshinki, the monstrous psychic pig. Dead.

Juuroumaru, the stupid beast and Kageroumaru, his bloodthirsty mind. Both hated Naraku. Both are Dead.

Musuo, the remnant of Onigumo. The full human, with a dark desire for blood....especially Naraku's. He was re-consumed by Naraku.

Kanna spoke of the existence of another, Yagenei. Most likely that she is another soulless doll.

And, I Kagura, the only hated child. I contain all of the hanyou who devoured Onigumo. Hated because I am hanyou. Hated because I wish not to obey blindly. Hated because I can think apart for myself.

I refuse to submit to his hatred any longer. I refuse to give him my power. I refuse to die by his hand.

I will live if for no other reason than to spite him.


I possess the ability to harness the power of the Wind. It obeys my beck and call, whisking hither and yon, lashing full force unto my opponent when it pleases me to do so....

At least it did until that aho took my fan and my feather.

That...that jerk!

Now my hair flies messily, blinding me as it strikes my eyes.

"That's it, you bastard! Give me back my feather!"

Supaiku and Pacchi merely lifted eyebrows as Kouga grew visably agitated.

"Feh." Angrily, Kouga glares at me. "And have you try to kill me again? I don't think so, bitch!"

"I don't kill allies, idiot!" Sighing with disgust, I try to regain my calm. "I just need to keep my hair from my face."

Eyeing me carefully, he pulls the bind from his hair, letting it cascade down across his back before handing it to me silently.

Smiling slightly, I answer "Thank--"

A pit of pain struck me deep to the center of my being. Where my heart would reside...if Naraku didn't keep it from me.

It's not a pain that truly hurts...it's actually rather pleasant. Like a dull ache, filling the void where no awareness was before.

My vision surrendered to a wave crimson and I sprawl to the ground.

All eyes around shot to me.

"It's a shard. Strongly polluted with hatred and steeped in blood. It could be..." My voice trails off. "It's close. Very close."

"You can sense it?" Blue wolf eyes pierced mine.

"Yes."

"So what the hell are we standing around for?"

That baka took off...in the wrong direction.

"Kouga! Damn it all."

Lifting myself from the ground, I run off after him.

"That stupid bastard."


Pant. Pant. Pant.

Run this way. Sniff that. Honestly....for all the dog and wolf youkai swear against their canine heritage, they use it much too often. At least it got him on the right track.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

The trees we have passed are nothing but a blur of green and brown. Insignificant life shining for but a solitary moment.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

I think I've seen that same tree three times now.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

Pacchi, hands on his knees speaks up. "K-Kouga. Need. Air."

Pant. Pant. Pant.

"Air. Good." Supaiku adds, as he drops to the ground.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

Catching them up, I ask, "what is it now?"

Pant. Pant. Pant.

"It's his scent..."

"It was just me last time....and the time before...."

"I can distinguish the two..."

I let my eyebrows rise slightly in disbelief. "Really? And how is that?"

He turns his face away, looking off in the distance. "You smell a little like mother."

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Okay:

1) This, like many chapters before it, is still in draft form. I don't quite like it yet, but people are whining that they want to read more. I'm glad you want to see more, but please be patient. I'm moving as fast as my job will allow and I do like to see my friends sometimes. I have quite honestly left the house only 4 times outside of work and shopping.

2) I will be attending a friend's wedding and will be driving all four hours to get there. Chances are slight that I'll actually be able to write, but since my beta will be there, I may be able to get some new ideas, which will make writing faster later.

3) With the way I'm thinking, this story will extend to the end of the series as I forsee it in my own Magical Land of Make-Believe. I have a potential follow up in the works.

4) This chapter brought to you by the letter "I" and the number "6".

A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama