Fateful Curse by Heather Christi
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the original Inuyasha characters but I do own my own characters which I made up by myself! I'm a smartie! I OWN SESSY! (the plushie anyway) You might call this a story contributing with my obsession of the characters on the anime show! I really am obsessed. (=^_^=) At least I can admit it. First step is to admit your problems. But Sessy's not a problem or a nuisance. He's my love *and* only my love. No one disagree with it or they will have to suffer extreme consequences. I guess now that I'm done with my ranting you can't call this a disclaimer; it is more like a threat and warning to other Sesshomaru lovers. But guess what you other lovers? HE'S MINE! *takes out rubber duckie* I WILL THROW THIS AT YOU!
Sorry for not updating sooner. I have been neglecting and I'm terribly sorry! VERY SORRY! I apologize.
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
Chapter Eleven: Faces Filled With Despair
Crystal-like raindrops dripped down onto the roof with light thumps. You could hear the methodical rhythm of the light trickle of rain. The sprinkling rain compared to music easily. Thunder was vociferous drums like the luminous lightning happened to be the instructing conductor, setting off the thunder causing it to rumble out in angry notions on cue from the lightning.
The raven-haired demon huntress stirred in her restless sleep. Her mind was full of emotional and appalling thoughts concerning her beloved houshi, who at the moment had his graceful arms wrapped around her waist in comforting, yet possessive, show of affection. His left hand was covered by his cursed right hand's palm. Even though the raven-haired beauty was asleep, the prayer beads safely holding the priest's cursed hand rubbed against the clothing on her stomach and she could feel the beads, along with the constant reminder of why they are put there. That constant reminder was what clouded her dreams and thoughts.
The perverted, yet kind-hearted, monk had been awake for hours. Sleep wasn't coming easy for him. Tonight it seemed like a pointless and impossible deed. He felt the young woman in his arms wiggle around to find a more comfortable position, or maybe she was having a nightmare. So much had happened over the past couple of days and it had worried them both to the point of exhaustion. Although the monk was very drowsy and light-headed from the lack of sleep, nothing, not even his true love in his warm protective arms, could ease his chaotic mind into the dark world of his troublesome dreams.
The blue-haired goddess-like demon was lying wounded in the bed, wrapped tightly in blankets. The priest and the demon huntress were sitting in an uncomfortable, but useful, wooden chair in front of the low fire. Miroku was holding Sango in his lap while she slept. Miroku envied her for her ability to sleep peacefully, after everything. Or so he thought.
{---[::Sango's Dream::]---}
Surrounded by a heavy fog, I wandered through an unknown place, clueless of everything. I couldn't remember anything. I was unaware of absolutely everything that happened to me. I don't even know who I am! Why can't I remember?
I started to run in a panic. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER? The fog cleared and I stopped running. The fog turned into light mist that surrounded and covered my legs so I couldn't see below my waist. I took hesitant steps forward and I was breathing heavy and deeply. I tried to control my rapid breaths but it was no use. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?
Then it all hit me and came back in flashes. There I was with Kohaku, my little brother, helping him train to become a demon slayer. There I was with Kohaku standing and watching him kill my father. I watched him be shot with at least a dozen arrows and I covered him with my own body. There I was with the half dog-demon Inuyasha trying to kill him to avenge Kohaku's death. There I was in the hot springs with Kagome, talking about the scar that will remain forever on my back. There I was with Miroku, him jumping around with ramen noodles covered all over him. There I was with Kohaku lying underneath me, and I was ready to kill him and then myself to rest our souls in peace.
I dropped to the ground, clutching my head in my hands, trying to rid the memories from existence. Tears burned beneath my eyelids and my breathing became more rapid. I don't want to remember. Just let me be alone and let everything be okay. Can everything be okay again?
I felt a warm presence around me, surrounding me like the mist. It was comforting and relaxing. It made me want to jump up and grab hold of it before I lost it for good. It made me want to continue on and face my fears no matter how horrible they are or how horrible they seem to be. I felt the presence warm me inside and out. My tears dried and they became nothing but a memory. The presence spoke up.
"You are never alone. I'll be with you forever. We'll face this together, along side each other. You can make it. You are strong and you are my love. Nothing will end us. Nothing will stop your spirit."
The warmth seeped into my body and I could feel it spread through my lungs and into my heart. It coursed through my arms and down my legs to the soles of my feet. We became one. Will we continue to be?
{---[::End of Sango's Dream::]---}
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay Sango."
The demon exterminator's eyes fluttered open in a mix of sleepy confusion and subtle despair. She felt two gentle hands make circles along her spine. The voice from her monk whispered comforting words in a gentle manner. ::Huh? What's going on?:: She looked down and noticed she was sitting in her companion's lap. A small blush heatedly spread over her cold cheeks.
"Umm. Miroku? Could you uhh. let me go? Please?"
The Buddhist monk pulled back half-heartedly and gazed into the soft confused chocolate brown eyes of his love, keeping their faces only a few centimeters apart. He was concerned about her well-being. He thought she was doing fine digesting everything that had happened between them and the world- that is until she started squirming in his grasp and breathing heavy, calling out his name. She was probably unaware of this and the tears that still stained her flawless face. She looked so blanch and fragile that he made an oath to himself to protect her no matter what.
"Sure but Sango? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Houshi-sama but I would be even better if you let me go please," Sango said. She wasn't in the mood right now. She wanted to think about everything, especially the dream she recently had. She was confused about the voice in her dreams even though she thought the voice was very familiar to her.
Miroku reluctantly released his hold from around her waist, still wanting to know the reason for her previous and present behavior. She got up off his lap in a hurry, a blush tinting her pale cheeks and dried tears staining her face. Sango walked over to the window. It was the same exact window where they had kissed last night during the storm. Luckily the storm was still over and not raging on outside. Even if it was, they all were safe in the secure confines of the wooden cabin.
The monk sat there in the chair, shifting his weight to make himself comfortable. He remembered what she called him. It was what she used to call him. -'Houshi-sama'-. It was a familiar name to him but so unfamiliar now that they had become closer, or he had thought they had. ::I'm back at square one again. Women:: Miroku sighed sadly and a frown saddened the features on his face, making him seem older than he really was.
A sonorous grumble from a hungry stomach sounded throughout the cabin. A blushing demon slayer turned to her beloved monk and sheepishly smiled. The Buddhist monk smirked at her and chuckled lightly. It had been days since they had had their last meal and they were both dying to have a scrumptious amount of food.
"Someone's hungry I presume?" asked a tired, but enchanted voice behind Miroku.
They both turned to confront the voice. It was Otaki-seisui, the blue-haired demon. "I can imagine you both are starving after all the hardships you've been through. Come. Let's go get some food while we can. Who knows when my half-sister will be back. Might as well enjoy the time we have left till she arrives once more." The mysterious woman spoke the truth and both Sango and Miroku both nodded at her statements.
Miroku stood up from the wooden chair and stretched his arms up into the air, yawning. Sango observed his body while he stretched with a lust-filled look present in her eyes. Food was not the only thing she was hungry for. Otaki observed the scene in front of her with a knowing smile. Sango blushed as she caught Otaki's gaze, embarrassed she was caught looking at her beloved monk in such a manner. Miroku looked back and forth between his love and the mysterious woman before walked over to his demon slayer, placing his arm around her waist possessively. She looked up at him awestruck. Otaki just smiled more.
Sango walked over to the door with Miroku clinging to his waist and opened it to gruesome sight pinned to the wooden cabin door. All three of them gasped at the site. It was a red and gray American Kestrel falcon about 12 inches in body length and it was pinned to the door by a flaming arrow with a crimson bird feather attached to it. The bird appeared to be dead until it made an inhumane tortured noise sounding like a screech. Sango jumped back and clutched onto Miroku's robes tightly. She wanted to tear her eyes away from the site but couldn't. The falcon flapped its wings, trying to remove the damned arrow from itself but that proved unsuccessful. Throughout this scene, the falcon screeched in agony and the onlookers remained rooted to their spots, staring at the tortured bird in pity, sorrow, and bewilderment.
After a few unpleasant moments after the falcon's dreadful death, the blue-haired woman stepped forward and placed a thin hand gently over the falcon's chest. She whispered a few words to the abused creature.
"Nakayasumi oite yasuragi, my sister," Otaki said with a strained voice. The dead falcon and the arrow had disappeared from sight. Tears threatened to spill over but she was determined not to cry at a moment like this. Even though she knew her half-sister hadn't been herself and she needed release from this life and into death, Otaki knew that her half-sister didn't deserve this. It was all that damned demon Naraku! It was all his fault! He had come to their tribe and something since that day had changed her half- sister. He was not going to get away with this. Her hands tightened into fists and she turned away from the cabin, walking away from the demon slayer and the Buddhist priest.
"Otaki." Sango called out softly. She was about to go after the woman but a hand on her upper arm stopped her. Sango looked down at the hand. It was the cursed hand. The rosary beads bit lightly into her flesh through the thin layer of her demon outfit. She looked up and stared into the somber violet eyes of her beloved houshi.
"Let her go. She needs some time to think alone," Miroku spoke softly, but clearly. Sango bowed her head in defeat at his words.
"I just hope she's alright," Sango whispered.
"She will be. Now come. Let's go inside and eat. I think I might have some ramen stashed away somewhere in my robes," Miroku said. He caught her suspicious look. "Don't give me that look. So I took a few extra packages from Lady Kagome's bag. You never know when they might come in handy." He winked at her and a blush traveled over her cheeks. They went inside and shut the wooden door of the cabin. Maybe they could get a hold of their hunger- for the food and for each other.
{---[::Otaki-seisui::]---}
The blue-haired demon wiped the tears trailing down her cheeks as she ran faster and deeper into the wet lush forest. She still couldn't rid the site of her half-sister's dead demon form pinned to the cabin door from her mind. The image was just so clear and vivid. It would probably stay with her for weeks. She'd go crazy seeing it everyday, even in her sleeps. She would be haunted by the site and her thoughts would be consumed of the horrid picture of her half-sister's body. She didn't deserve it! She didn't deserve it at all!
::So help me I will kill you Naraku! You shall die at my hands!::
Otaki kept running and running as fast as her legs could carry her. She didn't know how long she ran or how far she went but after a while, she stopped running and just collapsed onto the soaked forest floor. She didn't care about the rain water that seeped into her clothes or the fact that sticks and other unknown objects were bunched into her sky blue hair that was matted to her skull from cold sweat. She didn't care that she had specks of mud across her face and on her forehead. Her clothes were lined with mud. She didn't care that her once brilliant sky blue eyes were red from her tears and from the harsh wind that stung her eyes when she ran blindly through the forest. She didn't care! She just wanted Naraku dead!
"You're not looking for well Otaki-seisui," called a haunting voice a few paces ahead. The blue-haired woman looked up and spotted the enemy of her thoughts and the murderer of her half-sister. The baboon-pelted demon sat on a tree stump, looking down at her. His eyes were hidden from her site even though he could see her very clearly. Otaki strained her body to get up off the ground and onto her foot. She stood there on shaky legs, staring hatefully at her half-sister's killer.
"Shut up you bastard! How dare you show your despicable face after your crime?! YOU KILLED MY SISTER!" Otaki yelled at her enemy.
"Half-sister, if I am correct, which I'm sure I am. You owe me something Otaki," Naraku calmly spoke.
"I owe you nothing but you owe me your death, you cocky bastard! A life for a life! You killed my sister's and I shall gladly take yours!" Otaki magically appeared a long sword in her hands, ready to slice the demon in half.
"Oh you do owe me something, dear Otaki. I got rid of that half-sister of yours with pleasure. You should be grateful because weren't you the one after her death? I merely finished the job for you," Naraku replied. "You are in my debt Otaki. Ready to make payment?"
"I'd rather die," Otaki spat at him.
"Your death shall come soon enough. But till then," Naraku said, pulling out shard from the Shikon no Tama. He released it and it went flying at Otaki-seisui at a great speed she couldn't dodge. It tore through the clothing on her back and embedded itself into Otaki's flesh. She dropped to the ground on her knees and was breathing heavy. She clutched onto her chest and then fell forward with a light thud.
After a moment, Naraku spoke up again. "Rise to your feet Otaki now." The blue-haired woman lifted herself off the ground and stared at the baboon-pelted demon with blank blue eyes.
"I want you to go back to the cabin and kill both that monk and the demon slayer. Is that understood?" commanded the demon Naraku.
"It is understood," spoke Otaki in an emotionless and mellow voice.
"Perfect," Naraku replied. "Now go." He disappeared and Otaki turned around facing the direction she had come from. The blue-haired woman started running back to the wooden cabin where the two unknown victims were waiting for their death and the goddess-like demon was ready to give them their release from life.
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So how's this story turning out? I left it at a cliffhanger! But just wait till next time. I have school tomorrow and it's like 1 AM right now. Best go to bed. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow. Sorry for not updating sooner but the next chapter will come out in about 2 weeks. Stay tuned!
By the way, 'Nakayasumi oite yasuragi' means Rest in peace.
-Heather Christi (=^_^=)
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the original Inuyasha characters but I do own my own characters which I made up by myself! I'm a smartie! I OWN SESSY! (the plushie anyway) You might call this a story contributing with my obsession of the characters on the anime show! I really am obsessed. (=^_^=) At least I can admit it. First step is to admit your problems. But Sessy's not a problem or a nuisance. He's my love *and* only my love. No one disagree with it or they will have to suffer extreme consequences. I guess now that I'm done with my ranting you can't call this a disclaimer; it is more like a threat and warning to other Sesshomaru lovers. But guess what you other lovers? HE'S MINE! *takes out rubber duckie* I WILL THROW THIS AT YOU!
Sorry for not updating sooner. I have been neglecting and I'm terribly sorry! VERY SORRY! I apologize.
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
Chapter Eleven: Faces Filled With Despair
Crystal-like raindrops dripped down onto the roof with light thumps. You could hear the methodical rhythm of the light trickle of rain. The sprinkling rain compared to music easily. Thunder was vociferous drums like the luminous lightning happened to be the instructing conductor, setting off the thunder causing it to rumble out in angry notions on cue from the lightning.
The raven-haired demon huntress stirred in her restless sleep. Her mind was full of emotional and appalling thoughts concerning her beloved houshi, who at the moment had his graceful arms wrapped around her waist in comforting, yet possessive, show of affection. His left hand was covered by his cursed right hand's palm. Even though the raven-haired beauty was asleep, the prayer beads safely holding the priest's cursed hand rubbed against the clothing on her stomach and she could feel the beads, along with the constant reminder of why they are put there. That constant reminder was what clouded her dreams and thoughts.
The perverted, yet kind-hearted, monk had been awake for hours. Sleep wasn't coming easy for him. Tonight it seemed like a pointless and impossible deed. He felt the young woman in his arms wiggle around to find a more comfortable position, or maybe she was having a nightmare. So much had happened over the past couple of days and it had worried them both to the point of exhaustion. Although the monk was very drowsy and light-headed from the lack of sleep, nothing, not even his true love in his warm protective arms, could ease his chaotic mind into the dark world of his troublesome dreams.
The blue-haired goddess-like demon was lying wounded in the bed, wrapped tightly in blankets. The priest and the demon huntress were sitting in an uncomfortable, but useful, wooden chair in front of the low fire. Miroku was holding Sango in his lap while she slept. Miroku envied her for her ability to sleep peacefully, after everything. Or so he thought.
{---[::Sango's Dream::]---}
Surrounded by a heavy fog, I wandered through an unknown place, clueless of everything. I couldn't remember anything. I was unaware of absolutely everything that happened to me. I don't even know who I am! Why can't I remember?
I started to run in a panic. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER? The fog cleared and I stopped running. The fog turned into light mist that surrounded and covered my legs so I couldn't see below my waist. I took hesitant steps forward and I was breathing heavy and deeply. I tried to control my rapid breaths but it was no use. WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?
Then it all hit me and came back in flashes. There I was with Kohaku, my little brother, helping him train to become a demon slayer. There I was with Kohaku standing and watching him kill my father. I watched him be shot with at least a dozen arrows and I covered him with my own body. There I was with the half dog-demon Inuyasha trying to kill him to avenge Kohaku's death. There I was in the hot springs with Kagome, talking about the scar that will remain forever on my back. There I was with Miroku, him jumping around with ramen noodles covered all over him. There I was with Kohaku lying underneath me, and I was ready to kill him and then myself to rest our souls in peace.
I dropped to the ground, clutching my head in my hands, trying to rid the memories from existence. Tears burned beneath my eyelids and my breathing became more rapid. I don't want to remember. Just let me be alone and let everything be okay. Can everything be okay again?
I felt a warm presence around me, surrounding me like the mist. It was comforting and relaxing. It made me want to jump up and grab hold of it before I lost it for good. It made me want to continue on and face my fears no matter how horrible they are or how horrible they seem to be. I felt the presence warm me inside and out. My tears dried and they became nothing but a memory. The presence spoke up.
"You are never alone. I'll be with you forever. We'll face this together, along side each other. You can make it. You are strong and you are my love. Nothing will end us. Nothing will stop your spirit."
The warmth seeped into my body and I could feel it spread through my lungs and into my heart. It coursed through my arms and down my legs to the soles of my feet. We became one. Will we continue to be?
{---[::End of Sango's Dream::]---}
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay Sango."
The demon exterminator's eyes fluttered open in a mix of sleepy confusion and subtle despair. She felt two gentle hands make circles along her spine. The voice from her monk whispered comforting words in a gentle manner. ::Huh? What's going on?:: She looked down and noticed she was sitting in her companion's lap. A small blush heatedly spread over her cold cheeks.
"Umm. Miroku? Could you uhh. let me go? Please?"
The Buddhist monk pulled back half-heartedly and gazed into the soft confused chocolate brown eyes of his love, keeping their faces only a few centimeters apart. He was concerned about her well-being. He thought she was doing fine digesting everything that had happened between them and the world- that is until she started squirming in his grasp and breathing heavy, calling out his name. She was probably unaware of this and the tears that still stained her flawless face. She looked so blanch and fragile that he made an oath to himself to protect her no matter what.
"Sure but Sango? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Houshi-sama but I would be even better if you let me go please," Sango said. She wasn't in the mood right now. She wanted to think about everything, especially the dream she recently had. She was confused about the voice in her dreams even though she thought the voice was very familiar to her.
Miroku reluctantly released his hold from around her waist, still wanting to know the reason for her previous and present behavior. She got up off his lap in a hurry, a blush tinting her pale cheeks and dried tears staining her face. Sango walked over to the window. It was the same exact window where they had kissed last night during the storm. Luckily the storm was still over and not raging on outside. Even if it was, they all were safe in the secure confines of the wooden cabin.
The monk sat there in the chair, shifting his weight to make himself comfortable. He remembered what she called him. It was what she used to call him. -'Houshi-sama'-. It was a familiar name to him but so unfamiliar now that they had become closer, or he had thought they had. ::I'm back at square one again. Women:: Miroku sighed sadly and a frown saddened the features on his face, making him seem older than he really was.
A sonorous grumble from a hungry stomach sounded throughout the cabin. A blushing demon slayer turned to her beloved monk and sheepishly smiled. The Buddhist monk smirked at her and chuckled lightly. It had been days since they had had their last meal and they were both dying to have a scrumptious amount of food.
"Someone's hungry I presume?" asked a tired, but enchanted voice behind Miroku.
They both turned to confront the voice. It was Otaki-seisui, the blue-haired demon. "I can imagine you both are starving after all the hardships you've been through. Come. Let's go get some food while we can. Who knows when my half-sister will be back. Might as well enjoy the time we have left till she arrives once more." The mysterious woman spoke the truth and both Sango and Miroku both nodded at her statements.
Miroku stood up from the wooden chair and stretched his arms up into the air, yawning. Sango observed his body while he stretched with a lust-filled look present in her eyes. Food was not the only thing she was hungry for. Otaki observed the scene in front of her with a knowing smile. Sango blushed as she caught Otaki's gaze, embarrassed she was caught looking at her beloved monk in such a manner. Miroku looked back and forth between his love and the mysterious woman before walked over to his demon slayer, placing his arm around her waist possessively. She looked up at him awestruck. Otaki just smiled more.
Sango walked over to the door with Miroku clinging to his waist and opened it to gruesome sight pinned to the wooden cabin door. All three of them gasped at the site. It was a red and gray American Kestrel falcon about 12 inches in body length and it was pinned to the door by a flaming arrow with a crimson bird feather attached to it. The bird appeared to be dead until it made an inhumane tortured noise sounding like a screech. Sango jumped back and clutched onto Miroku's robes tightly. She wanted to tear her eyes away from the site but couldn't. The falcon flapped its wings, trying to remove the damned arrow from itself but that proved unsuccessful. Throughout this scene, the falcon screeched in agony and the onlookers remained rooted to their spots, staring at the tortured bird in pity, sorrow, and bewilderment.
After a few unpleasant moments after the falcon's dreadful death, the blue-haired woman stepped forward and placed a thin hand gently over the falcon's chest. She whispered a few words to the abused creature.
"Nakayasumi oite yasuragi, my sister," Otaki said with a strained voice. The dead falcon and the arrow had disappeared from sight. Tears threatened to spill over but she was determined not to cry at a moment like this. Even though she knew her half-sister hadn't been herself and she needed release from this life and into death, Otaki knew that her half-sister didn't deserve this. It was all that damned demon Naraku! It was all his fault! He had come to their tribe and something since that day had changed her half- sister. He was not going to get away with this. Her hands tightened into fists and she turned away from the cabin, walking away from the demon slayer and the Buddhist priest.
"Otaki." Sango called out softly. She was about to go after the woman but a hand on her upper arm stopped her. Sango looked down at the hand. It was the cursed hand. The rosary beads bit lightly into her flesh through the thin layer of her demon outfit. She looked up and stared into the somber violet eyes of her beloved houshi.
"Let her go. She needs some time to think alone," Miroku spoke softly, but clearly. Sango bowed her head in defeat at his words.
"I just hope she's alright," Sango whispered.
"She will be. Now come. Let's go inside and eat. I think I might have some ramen stashed away somewhere in my robes," Miroku said. He caught her suspicious look. "Don't give me that look. So I took a few extra packages from Lady Kagome's bag. You never know when they might come in handy." He winked at her and a blush traveled over her cheeks. They went inside and shut the wooden door of the cabin. Maybe they could get a hold of their hunger- for the food and for each other.
{---[::Otaki-seisui::]---}
The blue-haired demon wiped the tears trailing down her cheeks as she ran faster and deeper into the wet lush forest. She still couldn't rid the site of her half-sister's dead demon form pinned to the cabin door from her mind. The image was just so clear and vivid. It would probably stay with her for weeks. She'd go crazy seeing it everyday, even in her sleeps. She would be haunted by the site and her thoughts would be consumed of the horrid picture of her half-sister's body. She didn't deserve it! She didn't deserve it at all!
::So help me I will kill you Naraku! You shall die at my hands!::
Otaki kept running and running as fast as her legs could carry her. She didn't know how long she ran or how far she went but after a while, she stopped running and just collapsed onto the soaked forest floor. She didn't care about the rain water that seeped into her clothes or the fact that sticks and other unknown objects were bunched into her sky blue hair that was matted to her skull from cold sweat. She didn't care that she had specks of mud across her face and on her forehead. Her clothes were lined with mud. She didn't care that her once brilliant sky blue eyes were red from her tears and from the harsh wind that stung her eyes when she ran blindly through the forest. She didn't care! She just wanted Naraku dead!
"You're not looking for well Otaki-seisui," called a haunting voice a few paces ahead. The blue-haired woman looked up and spotted the enemy of her thoughts and the murderer of her half-sister. The baboon-pelted demon sat on a tree stump, looking down at her. His eyes were hidden from her site even though he could see her very clearly. Otaki strained her body to get up off the ground and onto her foot. She stood there on shaky legs, staring hatefully at her half-sister's killer.
"Shut up you bastard! How dare you show your despicable face after your crime?! YOU KILLED MY SISTER!" Otaki yelled at her enemy.
"Half-sister, if I am correct, which I'm sure I am. You owe me something Otaki," Naraku calmly spoke.
"I owe you nothing but you owe me your death, you cocky bastard! A life for a life! You killed my sister's and I shall gladly take yours!" Otaki magically appeared a long sword in her hands, ready to slice the demon in half.
"Oh you do owe me something, dear Otaki. I got rid of that half-sister of yours with pleasure. You should be grateful because weren't you the one after her death? I merely finished the job for you," Naraku replied. "You are in my debt Otaki. Ready to make payment?"
"I'd rather die," Otaki spat at him.
"Your death shall come soon enough. But till then," Naraku said, pulling out shard from the Shikon no Tama. He released it and it went flying at Otaki-seisui at a great speed she couldn't dodge. It tore through the clothing on her back and embedded itself into Otaki's flesh. She dropped to the ground on her knees and was breathing heavy. She clutched onto her chest and then fell forward with a light thud.
After a moment, Naraku spoke up again. "Rise to your feet Otaki now." The blue-haired woman lifted herself off the ground and stared at the baboon-pelted demon with blank blue eyes.
"I want you to go back to the cabin and kill both that monk and the demon slayer. Is that understood?" commanded the demon Naraku.
"It is understood," spoke Otaki in an emotionless and mellow voice.
"Perfect," Naraku replied. "Now go." He disappeared and Otaki turned around facing the direction she had come from. The blue-haired woman started running back to the wooden cabin where the two unknown victims were waiting for their death and the goddess-like demon was ready to give them their release from life.
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So how's this story turning out? I left it at a cliffhanger! But just wait till next time. I have school tomorrow and it's like 1 AM right now. Best go to bed. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow. Sorry for not updating sooner but the next chapter will come out in about 2 weeks. Stay tuned!
By the way, 'Nakayasumi oite yasuragi' means Rest in peace.
-Heather Christi (=^_^=)