Disclaimer: InuYasha and Co. is property of Rumiko Takahashi.
Sweetest Capture
By Lixia42
Chapter 3 - Sesshoumaru
Sesshoumaru internally grinned, keeping a stoic outward façade as his claws tightened on the steering rods of his motorbike. He loved racing, and he was damn good at it.
His name had become somewhat of a legend amongst the racing class. Though not technically a professional, his skill rivaled that of one. He was a huge business mogul who owned the best racing team of the time
Human motor sports were extremely boring, but demon motor sports were truly a treat to watch. It was an anything goes race to the finish, and there was no such thing as "cheating", not even murdering your opponents. If you couldn't stay on your bike, alive, then it was your own damn fault as an inferior demon.
Sesshoumaru had killed many a demon in order to win, and all knew his bloodthirsty habits. In the demon city, human lives were worth next to nothing. They were at best tolerated, and human hunting, though prohibited, was not harshly punished.
Tossing his long white hair out of his way, he gazed at his latest human pet, fangs gleaming as he spoke. "If I win this one, then I'll eat you tonight in celebration," he grinned. The girl paled considerably, knowing that his words were not spoken in jest.
"You're doomed, then, human," laughed a raucous young demon. "Sesshoumaru always wins."
"Too true, InuYasha," agreed Sesshoumaru. Turning to the girl, he said, "Do try to run away, I do so enjoy the hunt." With a whirl he was gone as the starting blast went off.
Sesshoumaru immediately took the lead, almost kissing his bike as he listened to the purr of a superior engine that he had put together only last week. His face was the usual emotionless mask. It helped his concentration and gave him an advantage over opponents, business or motor, in that they could never tell what he was thinking. As he heard contestants approaching him from behind, he increased his speed and prepared an attack.
"Claws of blood!" he shouted as his acidic blood whipped back, immediately killing two contestants. InuYasha taught me that one, he thought. His eyes began to redden as the bloodlust started to take hold of him. Whipping out a sword that transformed to a magnificently large fang, he stalled his bike. The other motorbikes were now dangerously close to running him over.
"What's he doing?" moaned his doomed human, a bit of hope in her face that she would survive the night.
"Wait till you see, you insignificant wench!" crowed InuYasha. "You are privileged to see Sesshoumaru's first attack in which he honors me by using my Tetsaiga sword!"
With a blinding arc of speed, Sesshoumaru attacked in a frenzy of ecstasy, slicing apart motorbikes and riders alike. The demon spectators cheered maniacally as blood was spewing everywhere. It was amazing how many ways Sesshoumaru's motorbike could twist.
I love being a full demon, Sesshoumaru thought gleefully as a particularly unfortunate rider had his throat ripped out.
Finally, after many bloody minutes, two figures were left standing on the field. Sesshoumaru said emotionlessly, though his inwards were seething, "I finally get the pleasure of beating you, ingrate."
"So sorry, but it won't happen," sneered a black-haired masked demon. Or, at least he appeared to be a demon.
"You shouldn't even have entered this contest, Jaken," sneered Sesshoumaru. "Why do you think I killed all the contestants? Well, besides being a true demon and loving the kill," he continued, licking the blood off of his sword, "I knew that I'd have to look to find you, hiding behind a mask."
"And how did you know I would be here?" the demon smiled tauntingly.
"Any true demon could smell your half-breed blood, you unworthy bastard," Sesshoumaru spelled out, anticipation of the kill gleaming in his eyes. "And now I have the pleasure of eliminating your pathetic existence, Jaken."
Jaken laughed. As one, they jumped at each other, abandoning the bikes, in a whirl of clanging and smashing and blood. Blood flew from the frenzied whirlwind and the spectators gasped and cheered wildly, their eyes glazing over in the excitement of the hunt.
This was what demon motor sports were. It resembled nothing so much as a gladiatorial arena where usually only there was only one victor. In Sesshoumaru's case, he preferred to also be the only one left alive as well.
When the fight had subsided, a gasping Jaken with gaping slashed down his chest was glaring angrily at Sesshoumaru above him. His mask had come undone and the stadium gasped as they saw his human eyes, not bleeding red but starkly white.
"This is what betrayal grants you, traitor!" Sesshoumaru hissed. He plunged Tetsaiga up to its hilt into Jaken's body. Hearing the gurgling dying down in Jaken's throat, Sesshoumaru withdrew his blade and wiped off Jaken's blood with disgust. Then, amidst wildly cheering and hollering spectators, Sesshoumaru calmly walked his motor bike across the finish line.
"Way to go, bro!" shouted InuYasha. He was only ten years old and his brother was his idol. He felt his heart leap as Sesshoumaru looked over to InuYasha. Though he didn't smile or give any recognition except a short nod, InuYasha understood. That was just his brother's way. It meant the same kind of brotherly emotion anyhow.
The crowd went into a frenzy. Sesshoumaru had yet again won.
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It was late at night. Sesshoumaru sat still at his desk in his expansive executive "Shrinewell Corporation" office atop a towering skyscraper. He was thinking morosely of the images that the late Jaken brought back to him. For Jaken had been the murderer of Sesshoumaru's adopted daughter, Rin. Rin had been a child demon, easily beaten by the skilled Jaken, half-breed though he was. Sesshoumaru had taken Jaken in as a talented demon and given him a high job and living quarters. Jaken had plotted to assassinate Sesshoumaru, and had killed Rin out of pure spite after many failed attempts. Knowing Sesshoumaru's wrath and greatness as a demon, he had fled soon after. Rin is avenged now, thought Sesshoumaru. Though it's not as if I cared for the little tart. Jaken simply intruded upon something which was not his place to do, a fitting gratitude for all that I did for him, Sesshoumaru thought bitterly. He felt a twinge in his demon's heart and pushed images of a laughing gleeful Rin out of his head. Then he groaned as his stomach gave a twinge. That blasted human I devoured to celebrate was mostly blubber, he thought furiously. Last time I thoughtlessly eat a pet without preparation. A knock came on his door. "Come in," Sesshoumaru intoned. It was Kouga. Sesshoumaru used Kouga as a useful contact in the demon underworld, and many an illegal business venture had been carried out through him. Consequently, Sesshoumaru's regard for Kouga was high and he had offered Kouga a place in his billion dollar business where Kouga;s keen mind wouldn't be put to waste. Kouga had politely declined, saying he was used to the street world.
The two demons solemnly greeted each other, then sat down to speak of business. Sesshoumaru couldn't but wonder what that intoxicatingly sweet scent was that was emanating from Kouga.
Kouga noticed Sesshoumaru had stilled, eyes closed as he breathed in deeply. Realization striking him, he grinned. "Letting a bit of your guard down, eh, Sesshoumaru?"
Sesshoumaru shot him a dark glare. Kouga chuckled and murmured a few demonic words. A small orb of colored winds was suddenly in front of the two demons, swirling into a tangible shape. Muttering a few more words, the winds took the form of Kagome, giving a clear picture of her sleeping on Kouga's bed.
"She's mine," Kouga said conversationally, eyes heating with desire as he watched her limp form on his bed. "Doesn't she smell tempting?"
Sesshoumaru's eyes were glued on Kagome's prone form, glazing over with lust as she shifted, her white dress clinging about her form enticingly. His golden eyes darkened in anger as he watched her shiver and clutch at her ripped dress, undoubtedly the handiwork of Kouga. Her black hair lay in soft tumbled curls around her form, framing her innocent face and breasts. He could see tear stains on her face and his breath caught as she unwittingly pulled her dress up higher to reveal slim, shapely legs.
"Did you force yourself on her?" he asked through his teeth, fangs elongating barely perceptibly. The rip in her dress spoke volumes.
Kouga looked surprised. "Why would you care, Sesshoumaru? Your attitude towards women has always been most degrading."
"Because she's mine, curd," Sesshoumaru snarled viciously. He and Kouga both froze.
"Ah," Kouga said softly, comprehendingly. His eyes were blazing in anger. "But you see, Sesshoumaru, she's MY mate. I've already marked her as such." His voice was still soft and dangerous.
"She's not taken yet, Kouga, I can smell it," Sesshoumaru growled. "You're weak indulgence will be what made you lose her to me."
"After I did you the courtesy of showing you my new mate!" Kouga seethed, vanishing the orb with an angry wave of his arm. "After all the business transactions and favors I've done for you, your response is an attempt to steal my mate!"
Sesshoumaru watched him carefully, eyes a deep dark gold now. "You will not keep her by force," he finally intoned emotionlessly. "You will give her back the liberty she seeks."
"Under what authority do you command me?" Kouga snarled, face hidden under his hair. "I am a true demon, Sesshoumaru. I have claimed her. She is mine, willing or otherwise."
Sesshoumaru was silent. He had closed his eyes. Too late did Kouga sense the build of energy around Sesshoumaru. "No!" he growled out even as Kagome materialized in mid-air.
She continued to float, dress and silky hair billowing about her as she slowly revolved, still asleep. Her body was outlined in the smoky blue of Sesshoumaru's demon magic. He regarded her with the same emotionless mask he showed the outer world, but his claws were clenched with control and his eyes had darkened as he breathed in her wondrous innocent scent, so much more potent in her presence than what he had smelled on Kouga.
Angrily growling, Kouga's magic was a fiery red as it darted about Kagome, trying to send her back to his bed. The red and the blue clashed, fighting horribly around her body as Kagome's eyes opened and she silently screamed. Sesshoumaru and Kouga were caught up in claiming her and struggled all the more fiercely for her, the red and the blue swirling around the tortured innocent suffering in the center.
There was a flash of blinding light, and Kouga and Sesshoumaru were thrown back, away from each other. As the flash subsided, it was evident that Sesshoumaru's entire office had been shattered. All that remained intact was an unconscious Kagome floating gently in a pink light protecting her now tranquil body.
Kouga and Sesshoumaru were bloodied and broken, their mangled bodies barely containing life at opposite ends of the room. Faint vestiges of blue and red magic were trying to heal their owners even as life blood dripped to the floor, a faint pink haze being drawn back in from their bodies back into Kagome.
That was how Naraku found things when he walked through the door.
Chapter 3 - Sesshoumaru
Sesshoumaru internally grinned, keeping a stoic outward façade as his claws tightened on the steering rods of his motorbike. He loved racing, and he was damn good at it.
His name had become somewhat of a legend amongst the racing class. Though not technically a professional, his skill rivaled that of one. He was a huge business mogul who owned the best racing team of the time
Human motor sports were extremely boring, but demon motor sports were truly a treat to watch. It was an anything goes race to the finish, and there was no such thing as "cheating", not even murdering your opponents. If you couldn't stay on your bike, alive, then it was your own damn fault as an inferior demon.
Sesshoumaru had killed many a demon in order to win, and all knew his bloodthirsty habits. In the demon city, human lives were worth next to nothing. They were at best tolerated, and human hunting, though prohibited, was not harshly punished.
Tossing his long white hair out of his way, he gazed at his latest human pet, fangs gleaming as he spoke. "If I win this one, then I'll eat you tonight in celebration," he grinned. The girl paled considerably, knowing that his words were not spoken in jest.
"You're doomed, then, human," laughed a raucous young demon. "Sesshoumaru always wins."
"Too true, InuYasha," agreed Sesshoumaru. Turning to the girl, he said, "Do try to run away, I do so enjoy the hunt." With a whirl he was gone as the starting blast went off.
Sesshoumaru immediately took the lead, almost kissing his bike as he listened to the purr of a superior engine that he had put together only last week. His face was the usual emotionless mask. It helped his concentration and gave him an advantage over opponents, business or motor, in that they could never tell what he was thinking. As he heard contestants approaching him from behind, he increased his speed and prepared an attack.
"Claws of blood!" he shouted as his acidic blood whipped back, immediately killing two contestants. InuYasha taught me that one, he thought. His eyes began to redden as the bloodlust started to take hold of him. Whipping out a sword that transformed to a magnificently large fang, he stalled his bike. The other motorbikes were now dangerously close to running him over.
"What's he doing?" moaned his doomed human, a bit of hope in her face that she would survive the night.
"Wait till you see, you insignificant wench!" crowed InuYasha. "You are privileged to see Sesshoumaru's first attack in which he honors me by using my Tetsaiga sword!"
With a blinding arc of speed, Sesshoumaru attacked in a frenzy of ecstasy, slicing apart motorbikes and riders alike. The demon spectators cheered maniacally as blood was spewing everywhere. It was amazing how many ways Sesshoumaru's motorbike could twist.
I love being a full demon, Sesshoumaru thought gleefully as a particularly unfortunate rider had his throat ripped out.
Finally, after many bloody minutes, two figures were left standing on the field. Sesshoumaru said emotionlessly, though his inwards were seething, "I finally get the pleasure of beating you, ingrate."
"So sorry, but it won't happen," sneered a black-haired masked demon. Or, at least he appeared to be a demon.
"You shouldn't even have entered this contest, Jaken," sneered Sesshoumaru. "Why do you think I killed all the contestants? Well, besides being a true demon and loving the kill," he continued, licking the blood off of his sword, "I knew that I'd have to look to find you, hiding behind a mask."
"And how did you know I would be here?" the demon smiled tauntingly.
"Any true demon could smell your half-breed blood, you unworthy bastard," Sesshoumaru spelled out, anticipation of the kill gleaming in his eyes. "And now I have the pleasure of eliminating your pathetic existence, Jaken."
Jaken laughed. As one, they jumped at each other, abandoning the bikes, in a whirl of clanging and smashing and blood. Blood flew from the frenzied whirlwind and the spectators gasped and cheered wildly, their eyes glazing over in the excitement of the hunt.
This was what demon motor sports were. It resembled nothing so much as a gladiatorial arena where usually only there was only one victor. In Sesshoumaru's case, he preferred to also be the only one left alive as well.
When the fight had subsided, a gasping Jaken with gaping slashed down his chest was glaring angrily at Sesshoumaru above him. His mask had come undone and the stadium gasped as they saw his human eyes, not bleeding red but starkly white.
"This is what betrayal grants you, traitor!" Sesshoumaru hissed. He plunged Tetsaiga up to its hilt into Jaken's body. Hearing the gurgling dying down in Jaken's throat, Sesshoumaru withdrew his blade and wiped off Jaken's blood with disgust. Then, amidst wildly cheering and hollering spectators, Sesshoumaru calmly walked his motor bike across the finish line.
"Way to go, bro!" shouted InuYasha. He was only ten years old and his brother was his idol. He felt his heart leap as Sesshoumaru looked over to InuYasha. Though he didn't smile or give any recognition except a short nod, InuYasha understood. That was just his brother's way. It meant the same kind of brotherly emotion anyhow.
The crowd went into a frenzy. Sesshoumaru had yet again won.
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It was late at night. Sesshoumaru sat still at his desk in his expansive executive "Shrinewell Corporation" office atop a towering skyscraper. He was thinking morosely of the images that the late Jaken brought back to him. For Jaken had been the murderer of Sesshoumaru's adopted daughter, Rin. Rin had been a child demon, easily beaten by the skilled Jaken, half-breed though he was. Sesshoumaru had taken Jaken in as a talented demon and given him a high job and living quarters. Jaken had plotted to assassinate Sesshoumaru, and had killed Rin out of pure spite after many failed attempts. Knowing Sesshoumaru's wrath and greatness as a demon, he had fled soon after. Rin is avenged now, thought Sesshoumaru. Though it's not as if I cared for the little tart. Jaken simply intruded upon something which was not his place to do, a fitting gratitude for all that I did for him, Sesshoumaru thought bitterly. He felt a twinge in his demon's heart and pushed images of a laughing gleeful Rin out of his head. Then he groaned as his stomach gave a twinge. That blasted human I devoured to celebrate was mostly blubber, he thought furiously. Last time I thoughtlessly eat a pet without preparation. A knock came on his door. "Come in," Sesshoumaru intoned. It was Kouga. Sesshoumaru used Kouga as a useful contact in the demon underworld, and many an illegal business venture had been carried out through him. Consequently, Sesshoumaru's regard for Kouga was high and he had offered Kouga a place in his billion dollar business where Kouga;s keen mind wouldn't be put to waste. Kouga had politely declined, saying he was used to the street world.
The two demons solemnly greeted each other, then sat down to speak of business. Sesshoumaru couldn't but wonder what that intoxicatingly sweet scent was that was emanating from Kouga.
Kouga noticed Sesshoumaru had stilled, eyes closed as he breathed in deeply. Realization striking him, he grinned. "Letting a bit of your guard down, eh, Sesshoumaru?"
Sesshoumaru shot him a dark glare. Kouga chuckled and murmured a few demonic words. A small orb of colored winds was suddenly in front of the two demons, swirling into a tangible shape. Muttering a few more words, the winds took the form of Kagome, giving a clear picture of her sleeping on Kouga's bed.
"She's mine," Kouga said conversationally, eyes heating with desire as he watched her limp form on his bed. "Doesn't she smell tempting?"
Sesshoumaru's eyes were glued on Kagome's prone form, glazing over with lust as she shifted, her white dress clinging about her form enticingly. His golden eyes darkened in anger as he watched her shiver and clutch at her ripped dress, undoubtedly the handiwork of Kouga. Her black hair lay in soft tumbled curls around her form, framing her innocent face and breasts. He could see tear stains on her face and his breath caught as she unwittingly pulled her dress up higher to reveal slim, shapely legs.
"Did you force yourself on her?" he asked through his teeth, fangs elongating barely perceptibly. The rip in her dress spoke volumes.
Kouga looked surprised. "Why would you care, Sesshoumaru? Your attitude towards women has always been most degrading."
"Because she's mine, curd," Sesshoumaru snarled viciously. He and Kouga both froze.
"Ah," Kouga said softly, comprehendingly. His eyes were blazing in anger. "But you see, Sesshoumaru, she's MY mate. I've already marked her as such." His voice was still soft and dangerous.
"She's not taken yet, Kouga, I can smell it," Sesshoumaru growled. "You're weak indulgence will be what made you lose her to me."
"After I did you the courtesy of showing you my new mate!" Kouga seethed, vanishing the orb with an angry wave of his arm. "After all the business transactions and favors I've done for you, your response is an attempt to steal my mate!"
Sesshoumaru watched him carefully, eyes a deep dark gold now. "You will not keep her by force," he finally intoned emotionlessly. "You will give her back the liberty she seeks."
"Under what authority do you command me?" Kouga snarled, face hidden under his hair. "I am a true demon, Sesshoumaru. I have claimed her. She is mine, willing or otherwise."
Sesshoumaru was silent. He had closed his eyes. Too late did Kouga sense the build of energy around Sesshoumaru. "No!" he growled out even as Kagome materialized in mid-air.
She continued to float, dress and silky hair billowing about her as she slowly revolved, still asleep. Her body was outlined in the smoky blue of Sesshoumaru's demon magic. He regarded her with the same emotionless mask he showed the outer world, but his claws were clenched with control and his eyes had darkened as he breathed in her wondrous innocent scent, so much more potent in her presence than what he had smelled on Kouga.
Angrily growling, Kouga's magic was a fiery red as it darted about Kagome, trying to send her back to his bed. The red and the blue clashed, fighting horribly around her body as Kagome's eyes opened and she silently screamed. Sesshoumaru and Kouga were caught up in claiming her and struggled all the more fiercely for her, the red and the blue swirling around the tortured innocent suffering in the center.
There was a flash of blinding light, and Kouga and Sesshoumaru were thrown back, away from each other. As the flash subsided, it was evident that Sesshoumaru's entire office had been shattered. All that remained intact was an unconscious Kagome floating gently in a pink light protecting her now tranquil body.
Kouga and Sesshoumaru were bloodied and broken, their mangled bodies barely containing life at opposite ends of the room. Faint vestiges of blue and red magic were trying to heal their owners even as life blood dripped to the floor, a faint pink haze being drawn back in from their bodies back into Kagome.
That was how Naraku found things when he walked through the door.