Sesshoumaru Gets His Revenge
Sesshoumaru was alone ina forest, thinking to himself; planning just how he will get back at Naraku when he next sees him. Rin and Jaken were also in the same forest frantically looking for their Lord Sesshoumaru whom they had not seen for many an hour.
Naraku had summoned him a day earlier hoping to discuss a new method for ridding them of Inu Yasha. Of course Sesshoumaru had little if not no intention of telling Naraku anything. In fact, the only thing that came from his mouth was the words of "mind your own business" which as fast as they had left his lips, he found himself being engaged upon by Naraku himself. Thanks to Sesshoumaru's keen senses to everything around him he was able to nimbly dodge the attack. However when he had struck the figure that was believed to be Naraku, it burst and a demon puppet was all that remaind of him. In this most insignifigantly small instant, the real Naraku had rounded him and slashed the length of his back from right shoulder to his left lower back. Even though Sesshoumaru was hardly fased by this, it was to his suprise that he was feeling great pain unlike anything he had ever felt. He glared at Naraku, and the wound on his back slowly started to leak steady streams of crimson blood.
"I suppose you'll be wanting an explanation to why you felt that way when I struck you just now, Sesshoumaru", said Naraku while chuckling to himself at the look on his face. "I've come into the possesion of a rather interesting blade; something that even I would fear to be on the wrong side of."
"I hardly think you summoned me to discuss anything pertaining to Inu Yasha then. I think you would have known that I don't have any intention of helping anyone, or getting help from anyone. Inu Yasha is my problem and I will deal with it when I see it fit. However, this sword you possess. Why does it have such an affect upon striking me? And in turn, why would you too fear to be on the recieving end of it?", demanded Sesshoumaru who was feeling very annoyed.
"All of these will be soon enough answered. I'll tell you this much for now: my 生劔 'shou-ken' (Born Sword) is truely a force to be reckoned wi-", said Naraku who didn't have enough time to finish, as Sesshoumaru had grown very impatient and struck him with his own Tokijin. Sesshoumaru mearly kept his eyes closed as he knew it would burst open and fall to the ground as another demon puppet. When he heard the weak tell-tale sound of a small object meeting with the earth, he stood upright and sheathed his sword back into it's scabbard. To his suprise he suddenly felt very sleepy and he smelled the air, which was heavy with a sweat yet poisonous scent.
With a sudden inhale of air, Sesshoumaru wrenched himself awake from his deep sleep. Unlike before when the sun was shining brightly through the trees of the forest leaving patches of lit upblotches along the brush-floor in mid day. It was now very dark and cold. Sesshoumaru could only see what the moonlight had shone through the heavy braches above, serving as his only lightsource. Regaining his memory of what had just happened, he felt the wound twinge on his back. In an effort to heal himself, he reached for the 天聖牙 'ten-seiga' (fang(blade) of healing) to find that it alone was the only sword on his person. As he drew the sword to poke into the middle of his chest and heal the damage inflicted by the Shouken, wisps of light emnated from it, soothing and repairing the wound. This he would find was usefull, as the moons dismal effort to eluminate the forest was found futile as the luminescence of the Tenseiga had overpowered it tenfold. With this new tool he was able to have a look at his surroundings to see if he had merely dropped the Tokijin in the imidiate vicinity. It was no luck. Thoughts filled Sesshoumaru's mind such as "Naraku... He took it after Ihad fallen prey to whatever that gasious substance was in the air. But he couldn't have taken the Tensiega with it, for it's un-sheathing would have activated it's healing effect and woken me up instantly... But what does he want with the Tokijin..." Sesshoumaru was swimming in these thoughts, getting more and more aggrovated at Naraku. Shaking off the thoughts ofjust forgetting it had even happened, he swore to himself to re-claim his Tokijin.
Sesshoumaru had made a full recovery and started to venture through the woods in the faint twilight, the Tenseiga stretched before him, lighting his path as he trod along the trail. It wasn't until morning -when he had no more use for the Tenseiga and put it away- that the sun had dawned upon a new day, and Sesshoumaru found himself at the ridge of the forest. A long grassed plain lay before him, green. And the smell of fresh water teased his nose as he noticed a small brooke a short walk ahead. When he arrived at the brooke, he begain to ponder about what had become of his followers: the human infant girl, Rin, and his loyal servant, Jaken. "They could possibly be following the river out of the forest and they will be re-united with me shortly..." Sesshoumaru conviced himself, hardly believing his very slight compassion for them.
Suddenly the fresh smell of the grass and the clean water had been doused by the scent of Naraku. His ears twiched and the wind started to whistle around him. Unfazed he staired blankly into the grass before him as the tall blades of grass bent over gently in a circular fashion, as if a small dust-devil had just been there. Hovering inches from the ground on a gigantic pale-brown feather,was Kagura. The wind calmed and she delicately slid off of the end of the feather and lightly touched down in the center of the cicular pattern in the grass. She laughed and the wind rustled again blowing the feather away and Sesshoumaru continued to stare unblinkingly into the eyes of one of Naraku's escences. "Has the big brother of Inu Yasha lost his prescious sword?", cackled Kagura, lifting her fan to half cover her face. "And it looks like he's lost, too.", she added as she lowered the fan, as if to get a better look around.
"My quarrel is with Naraku himself, not just some by-product of him.",said Sesshomaru coolly. "Back away..." He extended his claws and tainted them with his poison.
"You think that will work?", said Kagara blankly as she brandished the fan, "I will blow your poison away!"
A sharp breeze was conjured from the fan and it howled loudly. Sesshoumaru could feel his body being lifted from the ground by a tornado that had formed around at his feet. Perplexed Sesshoumaru asked, "Why aren't you attacking me? I'm not amused by this pointless display... If you had the intention to get into a row, why not try to inflict famage on me?"
"Normally, it would be just as you said. However, youasked to fight Naraku, himself!", Kagura spat. "This wind will take you to him in no time." Her red eyes glinted in the sunlight as she gestered the wind making him fly away with her fan. Just as she finished this gesture, the wind sped up and Sesshoumaru found himself souring in the air at a high rate of speed. He was carried along the river to a small traveler's lodging that looked run-down and most uninhabited.
As Sesshomaru descended his long platinum hair blew in his face. He landed to the ground and replaced his hair with a gracefull movement, of his hand. Examining his surrounding brought him to realize that Naraku was only a few paces in front of him; sitting in his usual fashion covered by the animalskin that hid the majority if not all ofhis bodyunderneath.
Sesshoumaru's muscles tensed a little. But to his suprise, an arm reached from under the skin holding the Tokijin, and the arm threw it toward Sesshoumaru. It his the ground and skid to a stop a few meters ahead of him.
"If you intended to take my swords from me, why are you now returning to my the Tokijin.", inquired Sesshoumaru reasonably but not at all complaining. All you are doing is trying my patience, and sending me on fruitless treks.", he added indifferently.
"It was my intention to retreave the Tokijin and Tenseiga from you to test them against the superior blade I have here.", he said reffering to the sheathed sword that lay within arms length in front of him. "Although I've found your Tokijin to be quite impressive, it can hardly stand up to the powers of this blade. The Tenseiga however would be of use to me whether it faired well against my Shouken or not, as itis the healing blade."
"Get to the point, will you?", groaned Sesshoumaru, eyes narrowing.
Naraku looked a little aprehensive at this outburst and got staright to the whole reason why this has started in the first place. "This blade, the Shouken, has the power to inflict the pain of a mortal into a demon. The strength of the demon is also in preporation to the extent of pain it recieves. However more powerful the demon is, the weaker human pain tolerance it has.", Naraku explained. "That is why I summoned you. You were, a sort of experiment for me. Although this blade can make demons fall and feel extream pain very easily: mortals and humans have the same resilience to the blade as a demon would for a dull mortal weapon."
Sesshoumaru had filled with putrid anger from Naraku at the thought that he had been a pawn, used as a preliminary test against a sword that was ment to make perish, Inu Yasha. Sesshoumaru promptly retreaved the Tokijin and unsheathed it, returning the scabberd to his belts. Naraku had allready stood up and withdrew himself from the skin, revealing his mutatedtree-rootyform with a human-like head. Sesshoumaru knew he had once again been led to believe that this was the real Naraku, but he was quick to change his mind. He swung the Tokijin at Naraku and a jet of pressure flew at him. The blast had removed Naraku's left leg/root-like tenticle, although it did not seem like he needed it for support. "Hmph, a normal demon puppet would have been distroyed at that...", thought Sesshoumaru, trying to re-analyze the situation. "This must me either the real Naraku, or another of his incarnates..."
"Don't even try to fight back, there's no point!" screamed Naraku rougishly, and the expression on the human-like face look as if it had gone mad.
Sesshoumaru didn't even seem to be listening as he issued a white hot ribbon of light from the fingertips of the hand he wasn't using. In the blink of an eye he had leaped toward Naraku, cut him into many tiny pieces, and landed ever so slightly, as if the slightest move wouldmake all of the pieces of Naraku fall off and make a heap onin dirt road. He returned the Tokijin to it's scabbard and saw Naraku fall into a fleshy puddle of blood right before his eyes. However something mystical had happened, although the pieces had fallen, three chunks of Naraku remained suspended from the ground along with the Shouken. Each of the bits seemed to be beating, like a heart that was pumping no blood. Sesshoumaru made to grab for the Shouken when the three bodies, accompanied by the Shouken zoomed off in separate directions. Although the beating pieces of flesh all went in different directions, one of them had the Shouken following it closely, and it was not in a particularily random direction. As the bit of Naraku that had just flown off with the Shouken, was headed straight for where he last saw Kagura...