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A/N: Welcome to the sixth chapter of my fan fiction! Woohoo! Finally! Time to break out the champagne and party! (I wish.) But, on to business. This is the first chapter dedicated to someone not on FF.Net. This one is for my friend Rebecca, a fellow member of K.R.E, my manga writing group. She absolutely hates fanfiction, to be perfectly blunt, but, she's still my best friend anyway. I've known her forever (well, as long as I can remember). Most people don't think friendships work when one person is four years older than the other, but they do. Rebecca is like my sister. Her name, in Japanese, is Yumi. Forgive me for prattling on and on. I think I'll let you read the story now.
A Blast From the Past
Chapter 6-Kagome's Well
-In the Sengoku Jidai, Japan-
Sessho-Maru rolled his shoulder absently as he made his way back to his chambers. The fight hadn't lasted long. The neko demons, however much pride they took in their own skill, were no match for the youkai Lord of the West. They were getting more persistent, and more desperate. What possessed them to fight in such a way? There was even something, something soulless about those demons. They had fought on even with the most grievous of injuries. Something had even smelled wrong about them, but, then again, he might be mistaken, though his instincts told him otherwise.
As he shouldered his way into the inner chambers that he and Rin shared, a horrible stench wafted towards him and assaulted his ever so sensitive nose. Sessho-Maru had never thought to smell that stench ever again. Naraku's miasma, along with something more, something. . . dead. He gagged by reflex. The scent was strong, that made him feel as if he was smothering. Subtly underplayed among the stench of miasma could be found traces of triumph, malice, and pure sadistical glee. He panicked.
"RIN!" He barked out, using his inhuman speed to check every room in the suite. The smell was fading, yet still undeniably fresh. Naraku had been here. And he had taken Rin. He would pay, no doubt about that.
Jaken was startled as his lord positively crashed out of his rooms. And the creature meant crashed, considering that he had to dodge a falling door, smashed clean through the middle. The next thing the little toad knew, he was being shaken by the throat.
"Where is Rin?! You were supposed to be watching this room Jaken!" Sessho- Maru hissed, positively enraged. His eyes were beginning to take on a red tint, the strips upon his cheeks becoming jagged. The pitiful servant managed only to choke out a few words.
"Isn't she in there m'lord?" He squawked as Sessho-Maru slammed him hard against a nearby stone wall. He began to regret speaking up as the inu youkai strode forcefully through the halls.
"If she WAS in the room, would I be asking you why SHE WASN'T THERE?!" He roared, tightening his choke hold on his servant's scrawny green neck. This enabled Jaken unable to reply. The other hired staff was already spreading the word. Lady Rin was missing.
As soon as he exited his castle, Sessho-Maru tossed Jaken to the ground, gathering his tail around his shoulder before booting the toad back to his feet.
"Jaken. Expect a prolonged absence on my part. Take care of the castle. I'm sure you can handle that?" The taiyoukai hissed out, adding a weighted threat on the last words. Jaken bowed several times, panting to get his breath back, and sweating from fear.
"Yes M'Lord!" He had time to say before Sessho-Maru's tail billowed out behind him. The handsome dog demon's eyes turned red and elongated into those of an animal's. His fangs grew sharper even as the stripes on his cheeks grew jagged and chaotic. Within second, after being shrouded in mist, the gigantic youkai emerged in his true form, that of a large dog. The crescent moon upon his forehead was a blatant identification. He needed speed and power now, and this form would give it to him.
He growled low. Now was the time to act, and act he would. Several short bounds had him over the castle's tall walls and plowing unhindered through the large and rampant forests. As he made his trek through his lands, his mind searched frantically for an answer as to why Naraku was still here. He had seen him die, and helped in the act. So why was he here?
There was only one explanation for all this. If he recalled correctly, his little brother would be spending some time in the 'modern time'. Apparently, InuYasha and his mate traveled through a dry well somewhere in the forest where his half-brother had been killed by the miko bitch, Kikyo. Ah, but she'd certainly made it difficult enough to kill Naraku. Always getting in the way, stealing shards. Well, at least she was out of the picture now. She hadn't been seen in years, perhaps she'd finally died again.
His keen mind was working at a feverish pace that matched the dog demon form's furious speed at which he was covering his lands. He passed several human villages, but they did not fear, for after taking Lady Rin as a mate, he'd stopped terrorizing humans at her bequest.
Had InuYasha been affected by all this? He wondered. He must have been, for, if his assumptions were correct, InuYasha would be this Naraku's first and prime target. How could he not be? And if he had struck at Sessho- Maru, he must have already lashed at InuYasha. Was his mate too, stolen away. If that evil bastard had laid one finger on Rin, he'd rip his eyes out himself. And, if their pup was harmed, there would be hell to pay.
There, there it was. He managed to calm himself with an ease that come from practice, making it easier to assume his human-like form. He threw his tail over his shoulder before placing his hand on the dry well's rim, looking in. His eyes met dirt at the bottom. He'd seen his brother and his mate disappear this way, and, he sniffed lightly. Yes, Naraku's trail led here, and he could smell Rin's fear and her own unique scent. He'd get that bastard. No simple well would stop Sessho-Maru, Lord of the Western Lands.
With a quick motion, the taiyoukai bounded over the wooden rim of the well, unknowing of what was about to take place.
A/N: There it is. Chapter 6. ^.^ Well, what can I say? We get a glimpse into the wonderful intricacies of Sessho-Maru's mind. Gomen ne, Kikyo fans, for calling her a bitch, but, it's just Sessho-Maru's opinion (or mine). Next chapter, Brother's Meeting!
A/N: Welcome to the sixth chapter of my fan fiction! Woohoo! Finally! Time to break out the champagne and party! (I wish.) But, on to business. This is the first chapter dedicated to someone not on FF.Net. This one is for my friend Rebecca, a fellow member of K.R.E, my manga writing group. She absolutely hates fanfiction, to be perfectly blunt, but, she's still my best friend anyway. I've known her forever (well, as long as I can remember). Most people don't think friendships work when one person is four years older than the other, but they do. Rebecca is like my sister. Her name, in Japanese, is Yumi. Forgive me for prattling on and on. I think I'll let you read the story now.
A Blast From the Past
Chapter 6-Kagome's Well
-In the Sengoku Jidai, Japan-
Sessho-Maru rolled his shoulder absently as he made his way back to his chambers. The fight hadn't lasted long. The neko demons, however much pride they took in their own skill, were no match for the youkai Lord of the West. They were getting more persistent, and more desperate. What possessed them to fight in such a way? There was even something, something soulless about those demons. They had fought on even with the most grievous of injuries. Something had even smelled wrong about them, but, then again, he might be mistaken, though his instincts told him otherwise.
As he shouldered his way into the inner chambers that he and Rin shared, a horrible stench wafted towards him and assaulted his ever so sensitive nose. Sessho-Maru had never thought to smell that stench ever again. Naraku's miasma, along with something more, something. . . dead. He gagged by reflex. The scent was strong, that made him feel as if he was smothering. Subtly underplayed among the stench of miasma could be found traces of triumph, malice, and pure sadistical glee. He panicked.
"RIN!" He barked out, using his inhuman speed to check every room in the suite. The smell was fading, yet still undeniably fresh. Naraku had been here. And he had taken Rin. He would pay, no doubt about that.
Jaken was startled as his lord positively crashed out of his rooms. And the creature meant crashed, considering that he had to dodge a falling door, smashed clean through the middle. The next thing the little toad knew, he was being shaken by the throat.
"Where is Rin?! You were supposed to be watching this room Jaken!" Sessho- Maru hissed, positively enraged. His eyes were beginning to take on a red tint, the strips upon his cheeks becoming jagged. The pitiful servant managed only to choke out a few words.
"Isn't she in there m'lord?" He squawked as Sessho-Maru slammed him hard against a nearby stone wall. He began to regret speaking up as the inu youkai strode forcefully through the halls.
"If she WAS in the room, would I be asking you why SHE WASN'T THERE?!" He roared, tightening his choke hold on his servant's scrawny green neck. This enabled Jaken unable to reply. The other hired staff was already spreading the word. Lady Rin was missing.
As soon as he exited his castle, Sessho-Maru tossed Jaken to the ground, gathering his tail around his shoulder before booting the toad back to his feet.
"Jaken. Expect a prolonged absence on my part. Take care of the castle. I'm sure you can handle that?" The taiyoukai hissed out, adding a weighted threat on the last words. Jaken bowed several times, panting to get his breath back, and sweating from fear.
"Yes M'Lord!" He had time to say before Sessho-Maru's tail billowed out behind him. The handsome dog demon's eyes turned red and elongated into those of an animal's. His fangs grew sharper even as the stripes on his cheeks grew jagged and chaotic. Within second, after being shrouded in mist, the gigantic youkai emerged in his true form, that of a large dog. The crescent moon upon his forehead was a blatant identification. He needed speed and power now, and this form would give it to him.
He growled low. Now was the time to act, and act he would. Several short bounds had him over the castle's tall walls and plowing unhindered through the large and rampant forests. As he made his trek through his lands, his mind searched frantically for an answer as to why Naraku was still here. He had seen him die, and helped in the act. So why was he here?
There was only one explanation for all this. If he recalled correctly, his little brother would be spending some time in the 'modern time'. Apparently, InuYasha and his mate traveled through a dry well somewhere in the forest where his half-brother had been killed by the miko bitch, Kikyo. Ah, but she'd certainly made it difficult enough to kill Naraku. Always getting in the way, stealing shards. Well, at least she was out of the picture now. She hadn't been seen in years, perhaps she'd finally died again.
His keen mind was working at a feverish pace that matched the dog demon form's furious speed at which he was covering his lands. He passed several human villages, but they did not fear, for after taking Lady Rin as a mate, he'd stopped terrorizing humans at her bequest.
Had InuYasha been affected by all this? He wondered. He must have been, for, if his assumptions were correct, InuYasha would be this Naraku's first and prime target. How could he not be? And if he had struck at Sessho- Maru, he must have already lashed at InuYasha. Was his mate too, stolen away. If that evil bastard had laid one finger on Rin, he'd rip his eyes out himself. And, if their pup was harmed, there would be hell to pay.
There, there it was. He managed to calm himself with an ease that come from practice, making it easier to assume his human-like form. He threw his tail over his shoulder before placing his hand on the dry well's rim, looking in. His eyes met dirt at the bottom. He'd seen his brother and his mate disappear this way, and, he sniffed lightly. Yes, Naraku's trail led here, and he could smell Rin's fear and her own unique scent. He'd get that bastard. No simple well would stop Sessho-Maru, Lord of the Western Lands.
With a quick motion, the taiyoukai bounded over the wooden rim of the well, unknowing of what was about to take place.
A/N: There it is. Chapter 6. ^.^ Well, what can I say? We get a glimpse into the wonderful intricacies of Sessho-Maru's mind. Gomen ne, Kikyo fans, for calling her a bitch, but, it's just Sessho-Maru's opinion (or mine). Next chapter, Brother's Meeting!