I'm back! ^_^ I don't think that many people missed me though...*looks around reviews*

I think the only reason I am continuing writing this is to have something to do..and satisfy Hieis2Dreamer. ()

Anyway....sorry for the delay....I have been rather busy of late. Warning to those reading, I will discontinue this story if I don't start getting more reviews. So tell your friends to read if you want me to continue. Thanks.

WARNING: This has somewhat Yuri stuff in it, so read at your own risk. Do not complain to me that you weren't warned.

I originally didn't write the story with the lemony stuff in it...it just happened. And it is my first attempt, so don't make too much fun.

Disclaimer:

Nenuiel: Do you all hate me? Is that why I am not getting any reviews? ;__;

Korva: Aawww...don't cry Nen-chan! *hugs*

Coey: You made Nen-chan cry, you all will pay! I shall haunt you with my w00t ninja skills!

Nenuiel: Its ok Coey-chan, I'll be fine. *smiles sad smile*

Korva: Nen-chan...you need to learn to not be so self-sacrificing. *drags a form wrapped in chains* Look, here's someone to cheer you up!

Inu-yasha: Let me go you crazy whore!!

Nenuiel: Thanks Korva-chan.

Coey: Despite Inu-yasha being wrapped in chains, he does not belong to Nen- chan. *pops Oreo into her mouth*

Nenuiel: . You ruin all my bishy fun Coey!! *Coey laughs*

Korva: Eeww, don't laugh with your mouth full!!!

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Blood Oath: Time and Tomorrow

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Her hakama pants rustled gently as she walked down the stairs. She looked into the well for the hundredth time. *Why do I keep on coming here?* Marisa questioned. Shaking her head, causing her traditionally tied hair to sway, she turned to leave the presence of the source of all her curiousity. Her gentai sandals clanked against the tile surface of the Temple grounds as she murmured, "They have been gone for a week now." Pausing, her deep blue-violet eyes searched the sky above her. The Shingoku tree's limbs stretched out, creating a fascinating design of interwoven branches. Even though it was winter, with the branches bare, standing here was always a comfort for some reason. The tree, too, seemed to hold many secrets and mysteries, like the well. Marisa sighed, "I just can't stop thinking about that well can I?" Grandfather had explained the purpose of the well, and how it worked, but she was still confused that Jikan would visit such a humble object. She shivered slightly, the cold permeating her priestess outfit. The temperature had risen during the past week, causing some of the snow to melt, but it was still chilly. Despite this, she stood beneath the tree, thinking. She thought about the well, Jikan, and his ridiculous riddle. She had given up figuring it out a couple days ago, and continued looking for 'man's best friend'. That made her think of Inu-yasha, the Hanyou that had wounded her a week ago. Leaning against the trunk of the tree, she closed her eyes. She found him quite interesting, his striking golden eyes, gleaming silver hair, arrogant attitude, his adorable doggy ears.....

Her eyes snapped open, realization dawning. "A dog is a man's best friend," she said the familiar phrase out loud to the air. She instantly started pacing, running facts and events through her mind. "I'm no fucking wolf!!" rang clearly in her memory. She had easily narrowed him down to two sub- species of youkai, dog or wolf. He denied wolf, so that only left...She smacked herself in the head, feeling like a complete idiot. "Of course! Inu- yasha is man's best friend, in more ways than one," she philosophized. She should have realized it when he defended Kagome. She had always fancied herself as a good riddle solver, but Jikan's had played her for a fool. She ignored this fact as she ran towards the well house, hair flying behind her. She flew open the doors, and jumped over the stairs, landing on the edge of the well. "Marisa-san? What are you doing?" came a soft voice behind her. Looking at Souta, she smiled softly, green eyes ecstatic. "I am finally to going to claim my destiny." Turning from the boy's confused face, she told him gently, "Tell your Mom I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

Souta just looked on, fairly sure that Marisa wouldn't be able to pass, he hadn't been able to. *She won't be able to go through,* he repeated to himself over and over. However, in the depths of his heart, he thought otherwise. Then he heard her softly whisper, "Farewell, Oni-chan." Then he watched her jump into the gloom of the well.

After saying her goodbyes to the small boy behind her, she leapt into the air. Time seemed to slow as she came closer the bottom of the well, then it disappeared, replaced by a dark void. She fell into it.

Souta watched as his adopted older sister vanished, and he felt tears come to his eyes. The shock that came from the knowledge that Marisa could go through quickly passed. He didn't know why, but he got the feeling she would never come back. "Bye, One-san," he whispered to the silence. Then he left the building, trying to think of what he would tell his mother.

She felt Souta's own farewell as she hung in the space that is time. A small tear trickled down her cheek at what he called her. "A little brother discovered a bit too late," she barely breathed. Then she focused her attentions on the area surrounding her. *It's like water,* she thought, turning onto her back. Specks like stars hung everywhere, and she was extremely careful not to touch them. She had a feeling that is what transported you to different areas. After several minutes of just floating, she grew irritated. "Jikan-sama!!" she shouted to the darkness surrounding her, "Jikan!!" Her light orange eyes flickered back a forth, searching among the lights. She saw a shadowed form hovering a good distance from her, but was rapidly approaching to where she was suspended. "About time baka, I was getting tired of just flo-" her words were quickly cut off by a bright red line cutting into her. Yelping in surprise more than pain, she backed away from the figure standing before her. "What are you doing?!" she yelled at the shadow, grasping the small wound opening on her right shoulder. Her eyes flashed violet as she kept her eyes on the silhouette as she thought, *Is he mad at what I did last time?* "Do you not know me Jikan?" her voice barely carried over the space between them. She heard a woman's laugh emanating from the form, its sound maniacal. Marisa, very wary, continued to slowly back away as the woman finally spoke, "I am not Jikan." The shadow vanished, Marisa stopped, looking around. Then she felt a pressure at her back, "I am Asatte." She turned rapidly and looked at the voice, backing away again.

Her hair was black, her eyes shining an interesting color of burgandy. She wore a black robe similar to Jikan's; it was just far more revealing. Her features were also similar to the man, her pale skin standing out starkly against her crimson lips. She smiled evilly as she looked Marisa over. "This must be the little strumpet my brother is so fond of...." She circled around the girl in the center, viewing her from all angles, "I can see why, you have the most beautiful body..." Disappearing quickly, Asatte was suddenly before Marisa, cupping her chin in a strong, yet tender grip. "And she has a very pretty face." She licked her lips in a provocative manner. Marisa, disgusted, swatted away the hand that held her, causing sharp black nails to dig into her skin. Small drops of blood trickled down her jaw line, *This is his sister? Well, that makes a lot of sense. She even has his Hentai manners.* Asatte's eyes widened in glee at the sight of crimson fluid running down her retreating victim's face. Grabbing Marisa into an embrace, she casually licked the blood off the unblemished skin. "Hmmm....it has been a long time since I have had someone to play with...." she breathed as she kissed closer to succulent pink lips. Marisa turned her head, then squirmed madly, trying to break herself from the repulsive position she was in. Asatte only tightened her grip, also wrapping her legs around the girl's waist, trapping the arms more securely. "You won't escape me, my darling," she chuckled, "I will have what I want." Wrapping one of her hands around the head, Asatte released the bonds that held Marisa's hair, letting it drift freely. "You have the most beautiful hair, pet," she said gently as she raked her fingers through its soft silk. As the woman buried her face into her hair, Marisa's eyes became a milky white. Her fingers twitched as something hot coursed through her veins. Just as Asatte was about to touch her lips with her own, she exploded. A light flowed from her in the form of blue lightning, pushing the unsuspecting seductress back. When she recovered, Asatte wrapped the light with glowing red ropes. Eventually the light failed, with Marisa looking up at her with surprised light blue eyes through dark hair. *Why didn't it....*

"That was amusing, pet, but I don't think it affected me the way you wanted it to." Asatte purred. Marisa snarled at her, quickly thinking, then removed one of her sandals and threw it at the supernatural being. As she expected, Asatte easily dodged, but wasn't prepared for the other ramming into her head. Blood dripped from the small wound, as Asatte remained still in shock. She lifted her fingers, brushed the opening, then looked at the crimson staining her fingertips and nails. When she finally looked at Marisa again, her eyes glowed with fury. "You will pay for that pet," she hissed as she raised her hand. A whip, similar in color to the ropes she had used appeared. Thrashing it around, letting it snap, Marisa prepared herself for the worst. She had no weapons, and nothing she had learned could defend herself properly. Knowing it was vain; she turned and fled from the mad woman anyway. Something hot grabbed her ankle, and pulled her back towards the direction she was trying to flee from. Turning around, Marisa followed the pull of the whip, and kicked Asatte in the face, mixing blood from her ankle with the woman's. Asatte growled as she licked some of the blood off her face, then raised her free hand. Marisa stared puzzled, realizing too late what the spirit was up to. Red bounds glowed, encircling her wrists and ankles, then pulled her limbs into a spread eagle position. (aka, legs and arms apart) They tightened as she struggled, cutting into her skin. Her wound on her right wrist reopened, and bled freely. Soon, the area surrounding her hand was sprinkled with ruby droplets. Asatte swiped one of the jewels, and placed it into her mouth, smiling. "You blood tastes good, pet, I shall enjoy sucking every last drop from you. But first, we must remove those clothes," she snickered as she twirled her whip in an elaborate fashion. Then she brought it down, drawing a line from her left shoulder to the right side of her waist.

No sound passed Marisa's lips as the whip flew across her skin. She only glared with orange-red eyes at her attacker. Asatte gave her prisoner an amused glance, "So...you are one of those strong ones eh? Don't worry pet, I will make you scream soon enough." She arched her weapon across the girl's two legs, causing some of the red fabric to fall forward. Blood had now started to flow from the first one, littering red dew throughout her white Juban. Seeing the blood, Asatte resumed her attention to the upper half of Marisa's body, being careful not to hit the face. Again and again the whip stung the air, tearing away the white fabric as well as etching red-purple lines against pale skin. Even her arms and back were not spared, allowing the floating hair to be covered with blood. Soon, barely any cloth clung red against the sweat and blood on the body. Not once had Marisa let out a sound, not even a hiss had escaped her lips. Asatte paused and came close to the body trembling from the pain. She bit the white column of Marisa's throat, causing blood to flow from the fresh wound. Licking away the warm fluid, Asatte whispered, "You are very brave pet, most people would have been screaming long before now. I am impressed." She started licking more of the flowing blood, slowly making her way towards the voluptuous hills that is a woman's main feature. Marisa's back arched underneath Asatte's teeth as she bit into the right breast, the whole while caressing the other. Then she gave a similar 'nip' to the left, then resumed kissing away the blood. "Curse...you..." Marisa gasped. Asatte continued licking the blood, going lower as she murmured, "Really darling, you should enjoy this. It is an honor being kissed by a goddess."

"Go..to.....hell...." Marisa spat. Narrowing her eyes in annoyance, Asatte raised her head and looked into red eyes. "I...wou...would..rather..die.!" she continued. "Very well, you shall," said the goddess as she summoned her whip again. "But not before I have my way with you."

"You...you're..sick...."

"So my siblings tell me, sick and mad. But I'd rather be that than the goody tissues that they are. They keep those other two from me." *Kagome and Inu-yasha," Marisa thought, *So that was what Jikan was doing...* Her thoughts ceased as Asatte lashed the whip against her waist, loosening her hakama pants. "No, that's no fun," the woman chuckled, "I want to lick my way up." She wrought her cruel and crude mastery upon Marisa's legs, letting blood flow down to her ankles and drip off her toes. Quickly, the only thing hiding Marisa's womanhood was the small amount of fabric hanging loosely around her hips. Asatte stopped, pleased with her handiwork, "I will allow you this much modesty pet, you will be covered when you die." She then floated down to a tied ankle, and slowly started licking her way up. Marisa, for the first time since the beginning, struggle against her bounds. *No...NO!! I will no die like this!!* Marisa's eyes once again became covered with a white cloud. *I can at least kill myself, in honor...* her thought was cut off by sharp teeth biting into her calve, sucking all the energy she was summoning. "No, no pet. I cannot have you killing yourself before I finished," Asatte whispered as she resumed rising up Marisa's leg. Tears mixed with sweat and blood as the wretched goddess came close to her womanhood. In a last desperation to stop her, Marisa ignored the pain from her ankle as she hit her knee against her, hard. Hissing, Asatte snapped a clawed hand across Marisa's face, scratching her from her right temple to the far side of her left cheek. "Try that again, and I will make this last much longer." Marisa nodded, she was starting to black out from all the blood loss. She felt Asatte stick two fingers into her, but she had no more energy left to fight. She felt two sharp nails pause right next to a barrier. "Ah, so you are a virgin, no wonder you taste so good...." was the last thing Marisa heard before she passed out. Had she stayed up a little longer, Marisa would have felt Asatte's fingers leave her. She would have seen three individuals come to her rescue, and one was very familiar.

Jikan stared in horror in what he remembered as a beautiful and defiant woman. Her skin was crisscrossed with multiple wounds, *Work of Asatte's whip, no doubt.* Almost every inch of her was covered with blood, both dark and light. Her eyes, despite her being unconscious, were still slightly open, glaring a vibrant shade of red. This meant either of two things, she had used all her will power to fool her aggressor, or she was... He was interrupted by Asatte's howling. Turning toward his younger sisters he studied at the situation. Two of the triplets held the third, who was trying viciously to escape her sisters' grasp. "SHE IS MINE JIKAN!! I MARKED HER!!" Asatte screamed as she caught her brother's eye. His black eyes narrowed as he waved one hand at her, "Silence." She was quickly incased in a large black crystal, still yelling at the top of her lungs, yet no words reached their ears. "She is mine," he told the woman plagued by madness, "I claimed her people long before you marked her. Now, return to the prison from which you escaped." The crystal vanished, blessing the onlookers with peace. Returning his gaze to Marisa, tucked safely into one of his sister's arms, he picked up where he left off. "Ototoi, is she..." he questioned the red-haired women not holding the girl. Taking Marisa's chin into her hands, the woman stared deep into the vacant eyes. "No, Oni- sama, mind, soul still intact...." Her black eyes blinked at her brother as he raised his hand, but did not continue. The other woman held the wounded girl gingerly in her arms, "She needs care, brother." Jikan raked his hands through his wavy hair, looking wearingly at his only completely sane sister. "I know Kyo; let us take her to where we take the others." All three floated through the void of time, silent in their hurried trek. They came upon a particularly large light, then stopped. "Wake her up Ototoi."

"Yes, Oni-sama."

"Wait sister. Have you gone made Jikan?" Kyo questioned her brother. "Even if we wake her up, she will most likely pass out in a minute." Her red eyes studied her elder brother, waiting for his response. "It's enough time." She nodded, allowing her long red hair to lightly brush her burden's bloody skin. "Ototoi, please." Placing her hands on both sides of the woman's head, the goddess sent a shock of power through the skull. Marisa's eyes snapped open, in shock and in pain. "Ji...ji..Jikan?" her bitten tongue only just allowed the name to pass her bloody lips. He smiled his leering smile at her, hoping the anger he knew would fill her would give her the energy to do what she must. "You look wonderful." That earned him a barely audible snarl. Continuing to smile, he told her, "Scream Marisa, scream." After giving Kyo a nod, she pushed the girl gently through the shining star. "Do you think they will hear her?" she asked when her arms were empty. "Don't worry, sister, if the humans don't, the demons certainly will."

After being pushed by the red-haired woman, Marisa drifted a little bit more before landing solidly on the hard floor of the well. That, plus Jikan's proposal and Hentai grin, allowed her to open her mouth to scream. She poured all her pain, anger and frustration into it before closing her eyes, blacking out for the second time as a pool of blood formed around her.

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Woo~!!! Fun ne? I love describing blood, can't you tell? ^_^ *twirls on toes* Did you know that took me 5 freaking hours to write? Well, it did. That is why I want more people to review, so I can feel my hard work is appreciated. R&R, R&R, R&R!!!!!!!!