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A/N: Okay people, here's another chapter to keep you happy.
A Blast from the Past
Chapter 13-Naraku's Soul
"What do you think of all this Kikyo?" He asked, smiling cruelly behind the feminine lips of the body he was inhabiting. He waited for a moment, patient for the time it took the dead miko to form a reply.
"I think you're a bag of shit, Naraku, and you need to be sent swiftly to hell. It's too bad I can't be the one to do it." Was her calm response, and he could almost see her beautiful form, her arms crossed over her chest defiantly. Onigumo remembered her body and form well, every contour and motion memorized by months confined in a dirty cave.
"Tsk, tsk, Kikyo. You're picking up the language of this time aren't you?" There was no further response from the woman whose body he had stolen. There probably wouldn't be one forthcoming either. She was tired of rising to the bait or holding these short conversations with him. Naraku sighed loudly and propped his chin up on a slender, pale hand.
It had been a true work of genius that had stolen him this body, oh yes. He had lost his true body, the patchwork of demons, to InuYasha's damned Tetsusaiga, but he had kept a string on Kikyo, similar to the one he had used on the Kohaku brat. Ah, it had been a pleasure to see the stricken face on the sister's face, also to see it again when he had watched her discover that with Naraku "dead", her brother Kohaku could not live. What a pity.
Thinking maybe it was time to check on his guests, Naraku rose and walked through the apartment, his small feet sinking into the carpet. He could feel the spider mark on his back, or, Kikyo's back really. Onigumo had a fine appreciation to the female form, and the tight black leather bared the burned spider fully. Leave it to the weak Onigumo to be distracted by females, human ones no less.
Naraku let down the wards to the conjoined bedrooms he was keeping InuYasha and Sessho-Maru's bitches in. Not to mention the little hanyou whelp. Maybe he would mess with the boy. Quietly Naraku slipped into the room and re-warded the door once it was closed. It was a little before dawn, and he could see the gray light through the shuttered windows.
Kagome and Rin were sitting in two chairs pulled close together, obviously having not meant to drop off to sleep. Naraku couldn't blame them. If he'd been kidnapped by himself he wouldn't want to sleep either. Ryou was curled up on the floor at his mother's feet, looking at him through wide eyes.
"Hello, sweetie. . ." Naraku crooned in Kikyo's voice, holding out a hand as one would when approaching a wild animal. Ryou blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Naraku smiled disarmingly and continued to speak nothings at the child.
"You're not my mommy!" Ryou whispered and stared at Naraku's hand. Naraku stopped. His spell should have made him appear as Kagome did, and hidden Her from sight.
"What do you mean, sweetie?" Naraku asked, furrowing his brow. "Of course I'm your mother." This was not going to work!
"My mother doesn't dress like a slut!" Ryou shrieked, glomping onto his mother's leg. Naraku began to withdraw, but couldn't help but shoot one last remark at Kagome, who was waking up.
"Tsk, tsk, dear. You really should teach your son to watch what words he learns!" And with that, Naraku swept out of the room and re- warded it in a foul mood.
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Sessho-Maru watched his brother pace up and down the confines of the 'apartment building'. Up and down, up and down. It was getting on his last nerve. InuYasha frowned and began to pace the floor again, all but wearing a hole in the carpet. The 'police' were supposed to keep them informed, but so far, nothing. Sessho-Maru could not deny that it annoyed him as well. If these people were so competent and need to be called in the first place, then why must they wait?
"InuYasha!" Sessho-Maru finally snapped sharply, not bothering to keep his usual level-head. "Cease!" He barked, settling into the rather uncomfortable chair he was sitting in. InuYasha glared at him in a futile attempt at stubbornness, but stood still, a furrow in his brow.
"Dammit, if Naraku has put a single filthy hand of his on Kagome or Ryou, I swear I'll-" This continued for some time on the same tangent, boring the Lord of the West to no end. He sighed and tried to focus. The only good thing happening at the moment was the fact that he didn't have to wear the ridiculous concealing spell. It was pure blasphemy to hide behind a spell.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door that startled the both of them, leaping to their feet, and Sessho-Maru beat his little brother to the door. He was anxious for word from the 'police men'. But when he opened the door, he found two people, no, three, he definitely did not want to see right now.
The demon exterminator and the monk, along with the annoying add on kitsune were standing in his half-brother's doorway, looking for all the world as if they had a right to be there. If they didn't have a good explanation then they certainly wouldn't be there long. But InuYasha had to intervene and have a good reunion.
"Miroku! Sango!" InuYasha exclaimed, allowing Sessho-Maru to roll his eyes in exasperation. He was worried about Rin and his unborn pup, that was no mistake, but this infernal waiting would drive him mad. They didn't have any time for these simple pleasantries.
After what seemed an eternity, his incompetent half-brother was finally finished explaining to the others what the situation was. Miroku and Sango expressed sympathy to him, as well as the taiyoukai lord. The kitsune babbled constantly and burst into tears. InuYasha got angry. Sessho-Maru stood there.
"Are we going to stand around, or do something?" Sessho-Maru asked with an air of finality. If they wouldn't move and do anything, he would. Everyone looked to him, and InuYasha nodded firmly, his jaw set in determination. Sessho-Maru was glad that everything was moving now. They were just prepared to leave the 'apartment', when InuYasha stopped.
"Miroku. . ." He began with a look of puzzlement. "Why in the nine hells do you have a pink piece of fabric on your arm?" There was a very long pregnant pause before both the monk and the demon lord sighed.
A/N: T-H-E E-N-D. Oh my god! The Ouji Board has gone sentient! It's controlling my author's note!! D-A-M-N S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T. Hey! Watch that language!! N-O. How can you move if my hand isn't on the pointy thing? M- A-G-I-C Y-O-U F-O-OL. Ooooooohhhh. . .
A/N: Okay people, here's another chapter to keep you happy.
A Blast from the Past
Chapter 13-Naraku's Soul
"What do you think of all this Kikyo?" He asked, smiling cruelly behind the feminine lips of the body he was inhabiting. He waited for a moment, patient for the time it took the dead miko to form a reply.
"I think you're a bag of shit, Naraku, and you need to be sent swiftly to hell. It's too bad I can't be the one to do it." Was her calm response, and he could almost see her beautiful form, her arms crossed over her chest defiantly. Onigumo remembered her body and form well, every contour and motion memorized by months confined in a dirty cave.
"Tsk, tsk, Kikyo. You're picking up the language of this time aren't you?" There was no further response from the woman whose body he had stolen. There probably wouldn't be one forthcoming either. She was tired of rising to the bait or holding these short conversations with him. Naraku sighed loudly and propped his chin up on a slender, pale hand.
It had been a true work of genius that had stolen him this body, oh yes. He had lost his true body, the patchwork of demons, to InuYasha's damned Tetsusaiga, but he had kept a string on Kikyo, similar to the one he had used on the Kohaku brat. Ah, it had been a pleasure to see the stricken face on the sister's face, also to see it again when he had watched her discover that with Naraku "dead", her brother Kohaku could not live. What a pity.
Thinking maybe it was time to check on his guests, Naraku rose and walked through the apartment, his small feet sinking into the carpet. He could feel the spider mark on his back, or, Kikyo's back really. Onigumo had a fine appreciation to the female form, and the tight black leather bared the burned spider fully. Leave it to the weak Onigumo to be distracted by females, human ones no less.
Naraku let down the wards to the conjoined bedrooms he was keeping InuYasha and Sessho-Maru's bitches in. Not to mention the little hanyou whelp. Maybe he would mess with the boy. Quietly Naraku slipped into the room and re-warded the door once it was closed. It was a little before dawn, and he could see the gray light through the shuttered windows.
Kagome and Rin were sitting in two chairs pulled close together, obviously having not meant to drop off to sleep. Naraku couldn't blame them. If he'd been kidnapped by himself he wouldn't want to sleep either. Ryou was curled up on the floor at his mother's feet, looking at him through wide eyes.
"Hello, sweetie. . ." Naraku crooned in Kikyo's voice, holding out a hand as one would when approaching a wild animal. Ryou blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Naraku smiled disarmingly and continued to speak nothings at the child.
"You're not my mommy!" Ryou whispered and stared at Naraku's hand. Naraku stopped. His spell should have made him appear as Kagome did, and hidden Her from sight.
"What do you mean, sweetie?" Naraku asked, furrowing his brow. "Of course I'm your mother." This was not going to work!
"My mother doesn't dress like a slut!" Ryou shrieked, glomping onto his mother's leg. Naraku began to withdraw, but couldn't help but shoot one last remark at Kagome, who was waking up.
"Tsk, tsk, dear. You really should teach your son to watch what words he learns!" And with that, Naraku swept out of the room and re- warded it in a foul mood.
----
Sessho-Maru watched his brother pace up and down the confines of the 'apartment building'. Up and down, up and down. It was getting on his last nerve. InuYasha frowned and began to pace the floor again, all but wearing a hole in the carpet. The 'police' were supposed to keep them informed, but so far, nothing. Sessho-Maru could not deny that it annoyed him as well. If these people were so competent and need to be called in the first place, then why must they wait?
"InuYasha!" Sessho-Maru finally snapped sharply, not bothering to keep his usual level-head. "Cease!" He barked, settling into the rather uncomfortable chair he was sitting in. InuYasha glared at him in a futile attempt at stubbornness, but stood still, a furrow in his brow.
"Dammit, if Naraku has put a single filthy hand of his on Kagome or Ryou, I swear I'll-" This continued for some time on the same tangent, boring the Lord of the West to no end. He sighed and tried to focus. The only good thing happening at the moment was the fact that he didn't have to wear the ridiculous concealing spell. It was pure blasphemy to hide behind a spell.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door that startled the both of them, leaping to their feet, and Sessho-Maru beat his little brother to the door. He was anxious for word from the 'police men'. But when he opened the door, he found two people, no, three, he definitely did not want to see right now.
The demon exterminator and the monk, along with the annoying add on kitsune were standing in his half-brother's doorway, looking for all the world as if they had a right to be there. If they didn't have a good explanation then they certainly wouldn't be there long. But InuYasha had to intervene and have a good reunion.
"Miroku! Sango!" InuYasha exclaimed, allowing Sessho-Maru to roll his eyes in exasperation. He was worried about Rin and his unborn pup, that was no mistake, but this infernal waiting would drive him mad. They didn't have any time for these simple pleasantries.
After what seemed an eternity, his incompetent half-brother was finally finished explaining to the others what the situation was. Miroku and Sango expressed sympathy to him, as well as the taiyoukai lord. The kitsune babbled constantly and burst into tears. InuYasha got angry. Sessho-Maru stood there.
"Are we going to stand around, or do something?" Sessho-Maru asked with an air of finality. If they wouldn't move and do anything, he would. Everyone looked to him, and InuYasha nodded firmly, his jaw set in determination. Sessho-Maru was glad that everything was moving now. They were just prepared to leave the 'apartment', when InuYasha stopped.
"Miroku. . ." He began with a look of puzzlement. "Why in the nine hells do you have a pink piece of fabric on your arm?" There was a very long pregnant pause before both the monk and the demon lord sighed.
A/N: T-H-E E-N-D. Oh my god! The Ouji Board has gone sentient! It's controlling my author's note!! D-A-M-N S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T. Hey! Watch that language!! N-O. How can you move if my hand isn't on the pointy thing? M- A-G-I-C Y-O-U F-O-OL. Ooooooohhhh. . .