Summary: In a world where demons rule the land and humans are slaves, one
family is tied by the strings of fate. But fate's made a mistake that can
only be fixed by one human girl.
*** In the last chapter *** Inu-Yasha spills his heart to Kagome but then runs away.
AN: This chapter is bad. I can't say much else about it. I received a review from someone that commented on the path my story is taking, so I'm trying to use the advice given to me. But the problem is, how do u undo something that has already built up for seven chapters? So, I had to try to spin in something different. That is why this chapter is very abrupt and displaced from the rest. Yea, that one review really messed up everything I had planned. And for a while I just considered deleting the story, but then it would be disappointing for me. So I wrote this chapter anyway. I'm sorry if its crappy. -_- But I felt I should probably post it anyway, other than leaving everyone hanging.
~~~~ Thx to my reviewers ~~~~ LadyYome, lirpa, Kousagi-chan, Clow Angel, dreamertwin, Samara-chan, and Eternal Cosmos. Thank you guys for all the support. ^^
Rured: Thx for ur review. I thought a lot about what you said. And to tell you the truth, I originally planned it to be that way, but then angst is so hard to write -_- so the story change by itself. Anyway, I'm trying to change it back, and to use ur advice. I'm sorry this story hasn't been satisfactory -_- I'm trying. ^^ Thank you for the review, again, I really appreciate all the advice you gave me.
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Votes so far:
Sesshoumaru – 11
Inu-Yasha – 4
Kagome dying - 2
Vote for either Inu-Yasha and Kagome or Sesshoumaru and Kagome pairings. You can also choose to kill Kagome. ^^
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Declaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha.
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Fate's Mistake
Winds of Fortune
Chapter 8
His mind shut down. He hadn't realized it before, but he had become soft. There were times when he felt ruthless, like he could run his claws through every living soul and not bat an eye, and then there were times when he saw Kagome. It infuriated him that such a slave could affect him like this. She was a slave. A slave meant to serve and to obey.
He stared down at his hand with its smooth strong claws and velvet skin. Tracing a claw down the side of his face, he blinked into the darkness of his room. He had spent weeks cooped up in his room, weeks waiting around for that slave. He'd been a fool. He had not even noticed his skills diminishing, his strengths leaving him, his mask almost slipping away.
He pressed the single finger hard against his face and drew a thin line of blood. The slippery warmth of the blood seeped out for mere seconds before the skin healed again. He brought the finger to his mouth and tasted his own blood.
He would be a fool no longer. Urasue was wrong when the witch sought him out. She was wrong to say that he had become weak because of the slave girl. He would show her and the rest of the household that he had not grown soft. He had not become attached, he had not begun to feel for the girl, he had not given her privileges not known to slaves.
Should there be a day that he had to kill Kagome, he would not hesitate to do so.
His mind faltered for just a split second, but already he was doubting himself. Could he? Of course, for he was Lord Sesshoumaru. No human would tie him down. No slave would be free of his wraith.
He heard his brother race past. Curiosity getting the best of him, he was at the door in less than a second. His nose caught a whiff of salty tears. Speak of the devil. Kagome. Was the fool crying for his idiot brother? Sure enough, the slave came bounding out of a corner, running down the hall. She could not see him because he was hidden in the shadows of his darkened room. The fool girl. He snatched out at her as she passed his door, his hand clamping over her mouth none too gently, pulling her into him in one swift move.
He didn't know what he intended to do, but now that he had her here, he had to do something.
"Slaves," he hissed into her ear, sensing the immediate shock that ran through her, "are not to be heard."
It was dark in his room, but he could see her fairly well, her eyes wide open in confusion. He did not allow her time to think, pushing her away from him harshly. She stumbled from the force, crashing into the wall a little.
"Sesshoumaru! What-"
Urasue was right, the slave did not know her place. And he had done nothing to fix that.
His hand lashed out, smacking her in the face with enough strength to draw blood, to throw her head in one direction, to cause her to lose her footing again. "It's Lord," he said, his voice void of emotions as she fell to the floor, "Lord Sesshoumaru."
His eyes were dull. His hands lay working on their own. His feet following their own path. He was hurting her with his claws, his harsh hand. But he did not see it, did not really want to see it.
--"You have never laid a hand on her. You are too soft. You would not even kill her if asked to do so."
He had watched her silently, fuming. What was she playing at?
"Could you do it? Would you be able to?" Urasue grinned at him. "You have grown weak. I am disappointed in the heir to the Western Lands."
He was the perfect assassin, the stealthiest of thieves, the most beautiful among creatures, the epitome of perfection, and she dared to taunt him.
His face stilled, all hint of emotion fleeing from it. His voice was a black hole, as blank as oblivion. "I have nothing to prove to you. Do you think I will fall for such an obvious trap? Keep in mind that it is you who are the guest. YOU are on MY territory." --
Her thin neck was between his hands. She chocked, grappling at them, clawing at his skin, anything to get the demon to free his grip. Just when Kagome thought her eyes would surely pop from the pressure, he released her, letting her fall a foot from the ground. Gasping in the much needed air, she trempled, trying to wipe the streaming tears, to sooth the burning pain from both her heart and her wounds. Her breath came out ragged. "My lord, please forgive whatever this lowly slave has done."
Could you do it?
He stared at her changed state. She was crumpled on the floor before him, devoid of all her fight and willpower. Crumbled there like a fallen rose, in all her glory, in all her anguish, in all her of broken state.
Would you be able to?
His hand lashed out again, even though he mentally told himself to stop. The dull crack of his hand against her skull resounded slightly before it was drowned out by the sound of her body colliding with the wooden floor.
I have nothing to prove to you.
He closed his eyes. What was he doing all this for? His eyes opened again, this time as narrowed slits. This was to distance himself, to make himself stronger. He would never be weak like his hanyou brother. He would never be weak like his father. He would not hesitate to distribute the much needed discipline to the household slaves.
"Get out," he said in an even tone, turning away from the broken form on the floor of his room. Go run to that idiot brother of mine, his mind added.
Kagome felt numb all over. It was the shock, she told herself, the shock of seeing him strike her. Sesshoumaru.. "My lord," she cried out softly, pleadingly, hoping she would not offend him when he was unstable, "why – why are you-"
"Do not make me repeat myself."
Kagome blinked back her tears. He had changed, this demon before her. She had been so wrong to think he would be different. She had been such an idiot. Demons could not feel, could never feel. She should not have assumed so much. Her visage slipped into a dead pan look. Her voice, though still a little quivery, was dead as well. She felt her spirit leave her, and willingly let it go. "Yes, my lord." And she painfully departed.
Long after she was gone, Sesshoumaru looked down at his palm. Despicable human, he thought. She had blinded him for so long. He would not be so stupid now.
Could you do it?
He fought the urge to scoff. Who did the witch hag think he was? He was Lord Sesshoumaru, the most powerful demon second to his father. He could end his strange relationship with that human in a heartbeat.
But then what was that strange feeling that felt like his heart was being clenched in his own claws?
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Her dull grey, unblinking eyes stared out, not really seeing anything. Before her, the sun set. It was a red disk, sunk halfway into the vast mountains of lush green forest. It spread its fingers to the farthest corners of the skies, bringing color and light where it went, and gently pulling them back, pulling them with it as it slipped over the edge. In the distance, a solitary bird chirped its last goodbye, a single note that was lost into the abyss..
His eyes had been an intense amber, shining brightly in the darkness.
His skin, even in his violence, has felt as smooth as rose petals.
His face was like an antique mask, beautifully carved out yet on the verge of cracking.
Her hands gently touched her neck, feeling the bruise there. It had hurt. That he would become everything she deemed demons to be had hurt. She felt betrayed. She felt.. foolish. The silent tears slid one after the other, gliding along her skin to collect at her chin before splattering into her lap. Kagome did not move. She wanted to die.
She had spent so long, too long, traveling from place to place. Too long had she been caged up and abused. She felt like she should be different; felt like she deserved better. But the years of training, of being a slave, of the status she was born into, of the status which she was because of her soft skin and short life, had all come back to her.
She was a slave, meant to serve. The demonic household had given her too much freedom. Lord Sesshoumaru was right to discipline her. He had a right, for she belonged to him. She was his to punish, his to use, his to kill. Her life was in his hands.
Tired lids laden down with thick lashes closed over the tear filled grey eyes. But it hurt so much. Her face welcomed the warm lather of salty tears.
She thought he cared; thought that he understood her.
Stupid, he's a demon for heaven's sake, what'd you expect?
Her mind battled back weakly, He's different! He's.. kind.
Like hell.
- The angry red welts were crusted with blood. It felt like sand crumbling beneath her fingers. Her hands swept over them, marveling at the ugly, marred wounds, at the pale cold body that sported them. -
What had she done wrong? Why had he turned on her?
A soft escaped her mouth, and her hand flew up to clamp tightly over it.
She hoped that one day she'd find the strength to pick up the scattered pieces of her heart.
Between the pain of the two brothers, Kagome wondered if she could survive.
For Inu-Yasha, she wanted to reach out and help him, but always he lashed out at her, pushing her away. For Sesshoumaru, he had taken her spirit, and he had crushed it in his very hands.
It was her punishment. She deserved it. They were right to treat her so. She was but a slave.
A slave meant to serve and to obey.
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"Sister, why don't we rebel?"
He'd always been so naive.
"Because we are weak, Souta."
He'd always questioned the ways like any young slave did.
"Why are we weak?"
He'd always been in danger because of his outspoken ways.
"Because we are only human."
Kagome reached a hand out to her little brother, and gently pulled him along with her. Since the death of their mother, he had grown. He had changed. In the past, his innocent questions were nothing to worry about. Now, those same questions were accompanied by darkened eyes and stubborn, set frowns. He meant what he said, and she could do nothing to save him from his thoughts.
"Souta, let us go tend the gardens." She said, pulling him with her.
Souta, a permanent scowl etched in place, looked at his sister. "Why do we follow their every orders?"
Kagome sighed. "Do not ask me such questions. You know the answer. It is because we are human, because they rule over us. Because should we rebel, we will only be ripped to shreds, scattered for the birds to feed upon. We are easily replaced, and the demons do not care if we die."
His hard eyes glittered with malice. He refused to listen to her these days. Ever since their mother passed away, he had drawn away from her. Kagome sighed again, and continued on her way to the gardens.
"I hate being human."
She looked in surprise at her brother. "Souta, what are you saying?"
But he wouldn't say anymore, only squatting down beside her to help her pull out the weeds.
She should have known that his young teenage mind would wander. She should have known what he had been thinking. She should have tried to save him from his thoughts.
It had been night time when it happened. It was still dark when her father hurriedly shook her awake. "Kagome! Kagome, wake up. Hurry, let's go."
She rolled out of bed, immediately wide awake. "Father, what is it?"
She couldn't see his face in the darkness, only the strange glitter of his eyes in the moonlight. "It is Souta."
She ignored the sharp coldness of the night air, and quickly followed her father out of their newly built house. She felt the cold hard ground beneath her toes and ran, as though running from what she was to find out.
"Father, what -?"
He stopped suddenly, the moon outlining his still form. She watched him apprehensively, confused, bewildered, scared.
"There," he pointed and she went to the crumpled mass on the floor. A soft cry escaped her lips as she realized what lay before her. She crouched down, reaching a hand out to the strangely illuminated body of her brother. The angry red welts were crusted with blood. It felt like sand crumbling beneath her fingers. Her hands swept over them, marveling at the ugly, marred wounds, at the pale cold body that sported them.
"He was always questioning his position," her father choked out from behind her.
Her brother..
"How? What happened?" She questioned, a little hysterically. Her hands found his neck, and desperately pressed her fingers there, searching for a pulse.
"He tried to kill our Lord Naraku."
The fool.
She blinked at the tears that were frozen in place.
Souta.
"Idiot," she said to the bloodied corpse at her feet, "I told you, I told you a million times we were only human. I told you we were too weak. I told you we would never be able to rebel." She yelled at him, letting all the anger pour out with her words. "Why are you always so stupid! Why can't you listen to me? Why must you always be so stubborn?"
She cried out, "Why did you have to die?"
First their mother, and now Souta.
"What happened?" She asked, staring at the cold opened eyes of her brother.
"Lord Naraku," Her father said, "he beat him. That was all. Just, picked him up and beat him."
Someone walked out of the darkness. Kagome and her father dropped softly to the ground in a low bow.
"Lord Naraku, forgive my son for his ignorance." Her father said to the ground.
Kagome didn't dare raise her eyes to look at the man who murdered her brother. She stared at the cold dirt ground, and all she could really see were flashes of her mother, of her brother, and the two seemed to be one. A pair of feet stepped quietly in front of her. A pair of cold slender fingers curled around her chin, forcing her head up. To her horror, she found herself staring up into the red eyes of Lord Naraku.
Finally, he released her, and swept a grand hand toward the body. "Let this be a lesson to you and your family, human. Do not test me, do not think you can get away with anything. You are slaves, meant to serve and to obey. Do not ever forget that."
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Urasue bowed in thanks to the Lord Inutaikou before turning to step into her carriage. As she pulled away from the palace, her bulging eyes roamed across its many windows and she cackled delightfully. Within two months, things should be pretty riled up. She had done everything she could to see that everything went in her favor. Having that nice chat with Sesshoumaru would surely guarantee that feelings between Kagome and the two brothers will grow.
Her long gnarly fingers tapped at her chin thoughtfully. Inu-Yasha would be furious to find that Sesshoumaru had harmed the human slave. Kagome would become a lifeless body. And in the end, surely Sesshoumaru would confront his feelings for the human. Urasue cackled again, gleefully. Oh this was one drama she would not want to miss.
In two months, she was sure to return to one heck of a hell house.
:End Chapter 8:
AN: It took me a long time before I finally decided to post this chapter. Sorry for its abruptness. And hopefully, things will flow more smoothly from now on.
*** In the last chapter *** Inu-Yasha spills his heart to Kagome but then runs away.
AN: This chapter is bad. I can't say much else about it. I received a review from someone that commented on the path my story is taking, so I'm trying to use the advice given to me. But the problem is, how do u undo something that has already built up for seven chapters? So, I had to try to spin in something different. That is why this chapter is very abrupt and displaced from the rest. Yea, that one review really messed up everything I had planned. And for a while I just considered deleting the story, but then it would be disappointing for me. So I wrote this chapter anyway. I'm sorry if its crappy. -_- But I felt I should probably post it anyway, other than leaving everyone hanging.
~~~~ Thx to my reviewers ~~~~ LadyYome, lirpa, Kousagi-chan, Clow Angel, dreamertwin, Samara-chan, and Eternal Cosmos. Thank you guys for all the support. ^^
Rured: Thx for ur review. I thought a lot about what you said. And to tell you the truth, I originally planned it to be that way, but then angst is so hard to write -_- so the story change by itself. Anyway, I'm trying to change it back, and to use ur advice. I'm sorry this story hasn't been satisfactory -_- I'm trying. ^^ Thank you for the review, again, I really appreciate all the advice you gave me.
.
.
.
Votes so far:
Sesshoumaru – 11
Inu-Yasha – 4
Kagome dying - 2
Vote for either Inu-Yasha and Kagome or Sesshoumaru and Kagome pairings. You can also choose to kill Kagome. ^^
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Declaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha.
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Fate's Mistake
Winds of Fortune
Chapter 8
His mind shut down. He hadn't realized it before, but he had become soft. There were times when he felt ruthless, like he could run his claws through every living soul and not bat an eye, and then there were times when he saw Kagome. It infuriated him that such a slave could affect him like this. She was a slave. A slave meant to serve and to obey.
He stared down at his hand with its smooth strong claws and velvet skin. Tracing a claw down the side of his face, he blinked into the darkness of his room. He had spent weeks cooped up in his room, weeks waiting around for that slave. He'd been a fool. He had not even noticed his skills diminishing, his strengths leaving him, his mask almost slipping away.
He pressed the single finger hard against his face and drew a thin line of blood. The slippery warmth of the blood seeped out for mere seconds before the skin healed again. He brought the finger to his mouth and tasted his own blood.
He would be a fool no longer. Urasue was wrong when the witch sought him out. She was wrong to say that he had become weak because of the slave girl. He would show her and the rest of the household that he had not grown soft. He had not become attached, he had not begun to feel for the girl, he had not given her privileges not known to slaves.
Should there be a day that he had to kill Kagome, he would not hesitate to do so.
His mind faltered for just a split second, but already he was doubting himself. Could he? Of course, for he was Lord Sesshoumaru. No human would tie him down. No slave would be free of his wraith.
He heard his brother race past. Curiosity getting the best of him, he was at the door in less than a second. His nose caught a whiff of salty tears. Speak of the devil. Kagome. Was the fool crying for his idiot brother? Sure enough, the slave came bounding out of a corner, running down the hall. She could not see him because he was hidden in the shadows of his darkened room. The fool girl. He snatched out at her as she passed his door, his hand clamping over her mouth none too gently, pulling her into him in one swift move.
He didn't know what he intended to do, but now that he had her here, he had to do something.
"Slaves," he hissed into her ear, sensing the immediate shock that ran through her, "are not to be heard."
It was dark in his room, but he could see her fairly well, her eyes wide open in confusion. He did not allow her time to think, pushing her away from him harshly. She stumbled from the force, crashing into the wall a little.
"Sesshoumaru! What-"
Urasue was right, the slave did not know her place. And he had done nothing to fix that.
His hand lashed out, smacking her in the face with enough strength to draw blood, to throw her head in one direction, to cause her to lose her footing again. "It's Lord," he said, his voice void of emotions as she fell to the floor, "Lord Sesshoumaru."
His eyes were dull. His hands lay working on their own. His feet following their own path. He was hurting her with his claws, his harsh hand. But he did not see it, did not really want to see it.
--"You have never laid a hand on her. You are too soft. You would not even kill her if asked to do so."
He had watched her silently, fuming. What was she playing at?
"Could you do it? Would you be able to?" Urasue grinned at him. "You have grown weak. I am disappointed in the heir to the Western Lands."
He was the perfect assassin, the stealthiest of thieves, the most beautiful among creatures, the epitome of perfection, and she dared to taunt him.
His face stilled, all hint of emotion fleeing from it. His voice was a black hole, as blank as oblivion. "I have nothing to prove to you. Do you think I will fall for such an obvious trap? Keep in mind that it is you who are the guest. YOU are on MY territory." --
Her thin neck was between his hands. She chocked, grappling at them, clawing at his skin, anything to get the demon to free his grip. Just when Kagome thought her eyes would surely pop from the pressure, he released her, letting her fall a foot from the ground. Gasping in the much needed air, she trempled, trying to wipe the streaming tears, to sooth the burning pain from both her heart and her wounds. Her breath came out ragged. "My lord, please forgive whatever this lowly slave has done."
Could you do it?
He stared at her changed state. She was crumpled on the floor before him, devoid of all her fight and willpower. Crumbled there like a fallen rose, in all her glory, in all her anguish, in all her of broken state.
Would you be able to?
His hand lashed out again, even though he mentally told himself to stop. The dull crack of his hand against her skull resounded slightly before it was drowned out by the sound of her body colliding with the wooden floor.
I have nothing to prove to you.
He closed his eyes. What was he doing all this for? His eyes opened again, this time as narrowed slits. This was to distance himself, to make himself stronger. He would never be weak like his hanyou brother. He would never be weak like his father. He would not hesitate to distribute the much needed discipline to the household slaves.
"Get out," he said in an even tone, turning away from the broken form on the floor of his room. Go run to that idiot brother of mine, his mind added.
Kagome felt numb all over. It was the shock, she told herself, the shock of seeing him strike her. Sesshoumaru.. "My lord," she cried out softly, pleadingly, hoping she would not offend him when he was unstable, "why – why are you-"
"Do not make me repeat myself."
Kagome blinked back her tears. He had changed, this demon before her. She had been so wrong to think he would be different. She had been such an idiot. Demons could not feel, could never feel. She should not have assumed so much. Her visage slipped into a dead pan look. Her voice, though still a little quivery, was dead as well. She felt her spirit leave her, and willingly let it go. "Yes, my lord." And she painfully departed.
Long after she was gone, Sesshoumaru looked down at his palm. Despicable human, he thought. She had blinded him for so long. He would not be so stupid now.
Could you do it?
He fought the urge to scoff. Who did the witch hag think he was? He was Lord Sesshoumaru, the most powerful demon second to his father. He could end his strange relationship with that human in a heartbeat.
But then what was that strange feeling that felt like his heart was being clenched in his own claws?
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Her dull grey, unblinking eyes stared out, not really seeing anything. Before her, the sun set. It was a red disk, sunk halfway into the vast mountains of lush green forest. It spread its fingers to the farthest corners of the skies, bringing color and light where it went, and gently pulling them back, pulling them with it as it slipped over the edge. In the distance, a solitary bird chirped its last goodbye, a single note that was lost into the abyss..
His eyes had been an intense amber, shining brightly in the darkness.
His skin, even in his violence, has felt as smooth as rose petals.
His face was like an antique mask, beautifully carved out yet on the verge of cracking.
Her hands gently touched her neck, feeling the bruise there. It had hurt. That he would become everything she deemed demons to be had hurt. She felt betrayed. She felt.. foolish. The silent tears slid one after the other, gliding along her skin to collect at her chin before splattering into her lap. Kagome did not move. She wanted to die.
She had spent so long, too long, traveling from place to place. Too long had she been caged up and abused. She felt like she should be different; felt like she deserved better. But the years of training, of being a slave, of the status she was born into, of the status which she was because of her soft skin and short life, had all come back to her.
She was a slave, meant to serve. The demonic household had given her too much freedom. Lord Sesshoumaru was right to discipline her. He had a right, for she belonged to him. She was his to punish, his to use, his to kill. Her life was in his hands.
Tired lids laden down with thick lashes closed over the tear filled grey eyes. But it hurt so much. Her face welcomed the warm lather of salty tears.
She thought he cared; thought that he understood her.
Stupid, he's a demon for heaven's sake, what'd you expect?
Her mind battled back weakly, He's different! He's.. kind.
Like hell.
- The angry red welts were crusted with blood. It felt like sand crumbling beneath her fingers. Her hands swept over them, marveling at the ugly, marred wounds, at the pale cold body that sported them. -
What had she done wrong? Why had he turned on her?
A soft escaped her mouth, and her hand flew up to clamp tightly over it.
She hoped that one day she'd find the strength to pick up the scattered pieces of her heart.
Between the pain of the two brothers, Kagome wondered if she could survive.
For Inu-Yasha, she wanted to reach out and help him, but always he lashed out at her, pushing her away. For Sesshoumaru, he had taken her spirit, and he had crushed it in his very hands.
It was her punishment. She deserved it. They were right to treat her so. She was but a slave.
A slave meant to serve and to obey.
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"Sister, why don't we rebel?"
He'd always been so naive.
"Because we are weak, Souta."
He'd always questioned the ways like any young slave did.
"Why are we weak?"
He'd always been in danger because of his outspoken ways.
"Because we are only human."
Kagome reached a hand out to her little brother, and gently pulled him along with her. Since the death of their mother, he had grown. He had changed. In the past, his innocent questions were nothing to worry about. Now, those same questions were accompanied by darkened eyes and stubborn, set frowns. He meant what he said, and she could do nothing to save him from his thoughts.
"Souta, let us go tend the gardens." She said, pulling him with her.
Souta, a permanent scowl etched in place, looked at his sister. "Why do we follow their every orders?"
Kagome sighed. "Do not ask me such questions. You know the answer. It is because we are human, because they rule over us. Because should we rebel, we will only be ripped to shreds, scattered for the birds to feed upon. We are easily replaced, and the demons do not care if we die."
His hard eyes glittered with malice. He refused to listen to her these days. Ever since their mother passed away, he had drawn away from her. Kagome sighed again, and continued on her way to the gardens.
"I hate being human."
She looked in surprise at her brother. "Souta, what are you saying?"
But he wouldn't say anymore, only squatting down beside her to help her pull out the weeds.
She should have known that his young teenage mind would wander. She should have known what he had been thinking. She should have tried to save him from his thoughts.
It had been night time when it happened. It was still dark when her father hurriedly shook her awake. "Kagome! Kagome, wake up. Hurry, let's go."
She rolled out of bed, immediately wide awake. "Father, what is it?"
She couldn't see his face in the darkness, only the strange glitter of his eyes in the moonlight. "It is Souta."
She ignored the sharp coldness of the night air, and quickly followed her father out of their newly built house. She felt the cold hard ground beneath her toes and ran, as though running from what she was to find out.
"Father, what -?"
He stopped suddenly, the moon outlining his still form. She watched him apprehensively, confused, bewildered, scared.
"There," he pointed and she went to the crumpled mass on the floor. A soft cry escaped her lips as she realized what lay before her. She crouched down, reaching a hand out to the strangely illuminated body of her brother. The angry red welts were crusted with blood. It felt like sand crumbling beneath her fingers. Her hands swept over them, marveling at the ugly, marred wounds, at the pale cold body that sported them.
"He was always questioning his position," her father choked out from behind her.
Her brother..
"How? What happened?" She questioned, a little hysterically. Her hands found his neck, and desperately pressed her fingers there, searching for a pulse.
"He tried to kill our Lord Naraku."
The fool.
She blinked at the tears that were frozen in place.
Souta.
"Idiot," she said to the bloodied corpse at her feet, "I told you, I told you a million times we were only human. I told you we were too weak. I told you we would never be able to rebel." She yelled at him, letting all the anger pour out with her words. "Why are you always so stupid! Why can't you listen to me? Why must you always be so stubborn?"
She cried out, "Why did you have to die?"
First their mother, and now Souta.
"What happened?" She asked, staring at the cold opened eyes of her brother.
"Lord Naraku," Her father said, "he beat him. That was all. Just, picked him up and beat him."
Someone walked out of the darkness. Kagome and her father dropped softly to the ground in a low bow.
"Lord Naraku, forgive my son for his ignorance." Her father said to the ground.
Kagome didn't dare raise her eyes to look at the man who murdered her brother. She stared at the cold dirt ground, and all she could really see were flashes of her mother, of her brother, and the two seemed to be one. A pair of feet stepped quietly in front of her. A pair of cold slender fingers curled around her chin, forcing her head up. To her horror, she found herself staring up into the red eyes of Lord Naraku.
Finally, he released her, and swept a grand hand toward the body. "Let this be a lesson to you and your family, human. Do not test me, do not think you can get away with anything. You are slaves, meant to serve and to obey. Do not ever forget that."
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Urasue bowed in thanks to the Lord Inutaikou before turning to step into her carriage. As she pulled away from the palace, her bulging eyes roamed across its many windows and she cackled delightfully. Within two months, things should be pretty riled up. She had done everything she could to see that everything went in her favor. Having that nice chat with Sesshoumaru would surely guarantee that feelings between Kagome and the two brothers will grow.
Her long gnarly fingers tapped at her chin thoughtfully. Inu-Yasha would be furious to find that Sesshoumaru had harmed the human slave. Kagome would become a lifeless body. And in the end, surely Sesshoumaru would confront his feelings for the human. Urasue cackled again, gleefully. Oh this was one drama she would not want to miss.
In two months, she was sure to return to one heck of a hell house.
:End Chapter 8:
AN: It took me a long time before I finally decided to post this chapter. Sorry for its abruptness. And hopefully, things will flow more smoothly from now on.
