*Still not owning Inuyasha. Loving Sessho. I'd marry him if I wasn't male.
And straight. But most importantly, he already has a woman. Just a little
girl and chasing men, that's just wrong. I want to be Sesshomaru's husband!
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Torpid Souls p. II- Sesshomaru of the Dark Blade
As Sesshomaru faded from consciousness, and pale white smoke seeped from his nose and mouth. Sesshomaru's body twitched spasmodically as a ball of bloody mass stretched his to its maximum to escape from the body that binds it. Jaken rushed over, only to be hit by a fountain of blood, the crimson fluid dripping from his robes. As the last few puffs of smoke escaped from Sesshomaru's body, it dragged a piece of purple. "Kuso! Kuso! Kuso!" yelled the frog of a retainer; all virtuosos were gone, left to stare at his master's immolation. Rin fell back in sheer horror, hitting the floor with a great, "THUD!" ------------------------------
"M'lord! Lord Sesshomaru?" a small, croaky voice questioned.
"Is he.dead?" said a little female.
"No, I don't think so." stated the small, croaky voice.
Sesshomaru awoke in his bed to two black slits in yellow orbs, and a rather gaudy hat. "M'lord! You have awakened!" said a creature. "Ack!" yelled a startled Sesshomaru as he jumped back. The creature was Jaken, with a soup, in which, some of the ingredients were not yet dead. Sesshomaru recovered with, "Jaken! What has happened?" The diminutive creature set its staff up against a chair and perched itself on another. "M'lord, we though you had died! You started to vomit blood! It was horrible, I was helpless!" Sesshomaru sat up, his clothes were soaked in dried blood, and it cracked and splintered as he moved to get out of his bed. Sesshomaru would have said, "You're always helpless," but he didn't feel himself enough to. Rin walked in with a bowl of hot water. "Fluffy!" the child yelled. "What did I tell you about calling me Fluffy?" he would have laughed, but only a slight smile, barely noticeable, came to his face. He wasn't feeling himself. Jaken, holding up his soup, disturbed Sesshomaru again with, "Here m'lord, eat some of this." Sesshomaru looked at the concoction in disgust, and then ate it. 'Crunchy,' he thought, and then he proceeded to clean the flesh of the animals from his teeth with a clawed finger. Then, he vomited brown, yellow, red, and white things. Jaken's soup was the inducers. "JAKEN! WHAT THE FUKAI WAS THAT!?" Sesshomaru proceeded to strangle the little man. "Lord Sess-hak-ma-rak-oooo! You're killing me!" Rin made Sesshomaru desist with, "You can't kill your servant like that!" Sesshomaru then said, "You're right Rin." Feeling satisfied, Rin went for the door, when it suddenly got very hot. She turned around to find Sesshomaru burning the green man with his own staff.
When Sessho felt satisfied with the charbroiled frog, he left. But before he could get far, the scorched creature came after him. "Lord Sesshomaru! I was just concerned with your health, you were vomiting blood! I wanted to make sure you got it all out of your system." "Oh.okay," the silver-haired demon said apathetically. Sesshomaru turned around to face his retainer. 'His eyes' Jaken thought, 'there is something wrong with them.they seem.faded.' Jaken felt that he shouldn't tell his lord about the smoke.
-------Flashback--------
The scene begins with inaudible sounds through the door, and then comes to Jaken and Rin talking in the hall.
"Rin, I had a bad feeling about that smoke, it was definitely supernatural," Jaken shuddered as he spoke, "Methinks it is in our best interest not to tell Lord Sesshomaru." "Don't worry Jaken, I won't tell," said the child blithely. Jaken's beak drooped; his version of a frown. Jaken was contemplating of traveling to the Sanzu River. If his hypothesis was correct, he would find information about the incident.
-------End Flashback--------
It had been several hours after the scene; Jaken had to make his decision soon. He journeyed to his room to retrieve the Staff of Heads. Right now, Sesshomaru was incapable of fathoming the seriousness of the situation without knowledge of the ghost smoke and the stain of purple.
It wasn't very far to the Sanzu. Jaken often ventured there with his lord to watch the ferryman cross it with the souls of the fresh dead, so fresh, blood and the smell of men was still pungent as they trailed through the fields. Jaken left silently, though his lord probably heard him anyway. Sesshomaru would always be waiting at the door when Jaken returned. Pale wisps became apparent and intensified as Jaken got closer to the river. The ferryman didn't like Sesshomaru or his subordinates, or any demon for that matter. They gave him more work, killing so much. So, when Jaken got to his destination, he was turned away at first. The little frog-man paced as he though of a new approach. He couldn't threaten the ferryman, because if the only way to the afterlife died, ghosts and other specters would be incredibly common because no one could depart. Plus, that oar was pretty big; it could knock Jaken back to the castle. It sucked to be a dwarf, a flea, a tiny creature with almost no strength. Jaken tried to be nice, he hated it.
"Mr. Ferryman?" Jaken questioned out into the perpetual darkness surrounding what the westerners call, "The River Styx." "Hello.demon," the last word was spit out in disgust as a skeletal frame pulled his boat on to shore. "What do you want, you diminutive frog?" As before, the words were poisoned with hatred and superiority. "I have come to ask you about a soul, won most peculiar, one with a purple tail." The boatman thought and then said, "I have seen it, what of it?" "What was the reason for its color?" "Demons," the ferryman spoke monotone. Jaken was ready to ask what he meant, but his questions were answered as he conjured up memories of his lessons.
Demons had purple souls. It was complicated, but Jaken understood, and readied another question, "What were the convulsions of m'lord and why are souls coming out of him?" The ferryman hesitated, as if he had already said too much, then he continued, "Martyrs don't cross over, their affinity to Earth binds them. They inhabit their slayers, hoping to destroy them from the inside and corrupt there souls so they don't reach nirvana easily. A sad fate it is." Jaken was completely absorbed, so the ferryman continued, "When demons slay martyrs, even demon martyrs, the souls start to eat away the pureness of the soul. When too many souls inhabit one being, some must be expelled." The old man smiled toothlessly, "The worst the death and the eviler the host, the more pain. The souls take a small part of the host's soul when the leave." Jaken drew back for a second, and then returned.
"The souls take on death-like state when maximum capacity is achieved, clouding desires and thoughts. I other words, the clog up the natural chi
flow," he paused, "They become torpid souls."
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Torpid Souls p. II- Sesshomaru of the Dark Blade
As Sesshomaru faded from consciousness, and pale white smoke seeped from his nose and mouth. Sesshomaru's body twitched spasmodically as a ball of bloody mass stretched his to its maximum to escape from the body that binds it. Jaken rushed over, only to be hit by a fountain of blood, the crimson fluid dripping from his robes. As the last few puffs of smoke escaped from Sesshomaru's body, it dragged a piece of purple. "Kuso! Kuso! Kuso!" yelled the frog of a retainer; all virtuosos were gone, left to stare at his master's immolation. Rin fell back in sheer horror, hitting the floor with a great, "THUD!" ------------------------------
"M'lord! Lord Sesshomaru?" a small, croaky voice questioned.
"Is he.dead?" said a little female.
"No, I don't think so." stated the small, croaky voice.
Sesshomaru awoke in his bed to two black slits in yellow orbs, and a rather gaudy hat. "M'lord! You have awakened!" said a creature. "Ack!" yelled a startled Sesshomaru as he jumped back. The creature was Jaken, with a soup, in which, some of the ingredients were not yet dead. Sesshomaru recovered with, "Jaken! What has happened?" The diminutive creature set its staff up against a chair and perched itself on another. "M'lord, we though you had died! You started to vomit blood! It was horrible, I was helpless!" Sesshomaru sat up, his clothes were soaked in dried blood, and it cracked and splintered as he moved to get out of his bed. Sesshomaru would have said, "You're always helpless," but he didn't feel himself enough to. Rin walked in with a bowl of hot water. "Fluffy!" the child yelled. "What did I tell you about calling me Fluffy?" he would have laughed, but only a slight smile, barely noticeable, came to his face. He wasn't feeling himself. Jaken, holding up his soup, disturbed Sesshomaru again with, "Here m'lord, eat some of this." Sesshomaru looked at the concoction in disgust, and then ate it. 'Crunchy,' he thought, and then he proceeded to clean the flesh of the animals from his teeth with a clawed finger. Then, he vomited brown, yellow, red, and white things. Jaken's soup was the inducers. "JAKEN! WHAT THE FUKAI WAS THAT!?" Sesshomaru proceeded to strangle the little man. "Lord Sess-hak-ma-rak-oooo! You're killing me!" Rin made Sesshomaru desist with, "You can't kill your servant like that!" Sesshomaru then said, "You're right Rin." Feeling satisfied, Rin went for the door, when it suddenly got very hot. She turned around to find Sesshomaru burning the green man with his own staff.
When Sessho felt satisfied with the charbroiled frog, he left. But before he could get far, the scorched creature came after him. "Lord Sesshomaru! I was just concerned with your health, you were vomiting blood! I wanted to make sure you got it all out of your system." "Oh.okay," the silver-haired demon said apathetically. Sesshomaru turned around to face his retainer. 'His eyes' Jaken thought, 'there is something wrong with them.they seem.faded.' Jaken felt that he shouldn't tell his lord about the smoke.
-------Flashback--------
The scene begins with inaudible sounds through the door, and then comes to Jaken and Rin talking in the hall.
"Rin, I had a bad feeling about that smoke, it was definitely supernatural," Jaken shuddered as he spoke, "Methinks it is in our best interest not to tell Lord Sesshomaru." "Don't worry Jaken, I won't tell," said the child blithely. Jaken's beak drooped; his version of a frown. Jaken was contemplating of traveling to the Sanzu River. If his hypothesis was correct, he would find information about the incident.
-------End Flashback--------
It had been several hours after the scene; Jaken had to make his decision soon. He journeyed to his room to retrieve the Staff of Heads. Right now, Sesshomaru was incapable of fathoming the seriousness of the situation without knowledge of the ghost smoke and the stain of purple.
It wasn't very far to the Sanzu. Jaken often ventured there with his lord to watch the ferryman cross it with the souls of the fresh dead, so fresh, blood and the smell of men was still pungent as they trailed through the fields. Jaken left silently, though his lord probably heard him anyway. Sesshomaru would always be waiting at the door when Jaken returned. Pale wisps became apparent and intensified as Jaken got closer to the river. The ferryman didn't like Sesshomaru or his subordinates, or any demon for that matter. They gave him more work, killing so much. So, when Jaken got to his destination, he was turned away at first. The little frog-man paced as he though of a new approach. He couldn't threaten the ferryman, because if the only way to the afterlife died, ghosts and other specters would be incredibly common because no one could depart. Plus, that oar was pretty big; it could knock Jaken back to the castle. It sucked to be a dwarf, a flea, a tiny creature with almost no strength. Jaken tried to be nice, he hated it.
"Mr. Ferryman?" Jaken questioned out into the perpetual darkness surrounding what the westerners call, "The River Styx." "Hello.demon," the last word was spit out in disgust as a skeletal frame pulled his boat on to shore. "What do you want, you diminutive frog?" As before, the words were poisoned with hatred and superiority. "I have come to ask you about a soul, won most peculiar, one with a purple tail." The boatman thought and then said, "I have seen it, what of it?" "What was the reason for its color?" "Demons," the ferryman spoke monotone. Jaken was ready to ask what he meant, but his questions were answered as he conjured up memories of his lessons.
Demons had purple souls. It was complicated, but Jaken understood, and readied another question, "What were the convulsions of m'lord and why are souls coming out of him?" The ferryman hesitated, as if he had already said too much, then he continued, "Martyrs don't cross over, their affinity to Earth binds them. They inhabit their slayers, hoping to destroy them from the inside and corrupt there souls so they don't reach nirvana easily. A sad fate it is." Jaken was completely absorbed, so the ferryman continued, "When demons slay martyrs, even demon martyrs, the souls start to eat away the pureness of the soul. When too many souls inhabit one being, some must be expelled." The old man smiled toothlessly, "The worst the death and the eviler the host, the more pain. The souls take a small part of the host's soul when the leave." Jaken drew back for a second, and then returned.
"The souls take on death-like state when maximum capacity is achieved, clouding desires and thoughts. I other words, the clog up the natural chi
flow," he paused, "They become torpid souls."
A/N: You like? Please review so I can improve. (