Old Lust Dies Hard

By, Luminaria

Chapter 3: Naraku's Demonic Purification

Sesshomaru ran to school Monday morning, unusually late. He had fallen into an even deeper dream state on Sunday night than on Saturday night, causing him to sleep almost an hour later than usual. His hair was untidy, though it was still shining brilliant perfection through the black dye that had taken an actual hour to color, his make-up was slightly off, but at least his markings were covered, his mother's pelt was stuffed with tender care inside of his briefcase, his shirt was misaligned with the buttons, his pants were in a desperate need of a press, his shoes were slightly splattered with mud from the rain from the night before, and he had forgotten, above all things, to wear his green contacts.

He ran into the school, up the stairs, in into the classroom, and even in his hasty state to get ready and was messy in his appearance, he still managed to look radiant, clean, and perfect. He straightened as soon as he entered the room and strode across the room; looking as regal he should have even with the uncomfortable human suits.

He opened his briefcase as soon as he set it down on the desk and took out his hair ribbon to tie his hair back and his mother's pelt that he draped over his shoulders with careful love. He took out a mirror and looked his face over. Noticing his make up was kind of off, he fixed it and stopped at his eyes, his tired, frightened, golden eyes.

Sesshomaru looked up at the class and noticed that everyone but Menatsu had froze and was staring at him with fear. His eyes. His unnatural eyes. The contacts! He opened his drawer and took them out, putting them on and taking out his fake reading glasses.

He slid the glasses on and took out his Algebra book. "Okay. Sorry I'm late. Please open your Algebra texts up to page one seventy-nine, please."

The students obeyed like synchronized swimmers, taking out their books and opening them at the exact same time. He looked them over with his now green eyes and the students seemed to relax a bit. They now were thinking they were seeing things. Menatsu seemed to be the only one who didn't obey.

Sesshomaru looked down at him and shut his book with the had that was holding the spine with a loud wham! He set it down on the desk and looked at him. "Why do you not have your book out?"

"I'm not listening to you anymore, Sesshomaru-Sama," he said daringly. Sesshomaru's eyes flashed.

"Why not?"

"Because, I am not Menatsu."

"Of course you are. You are Shioaku Menatsu. You are no one else."

Menatsu started to snicker, which then it grew to a laugh, and finally the dark, laughter similar to the one that Sesshomaru had heard in his dreams. "You amuse me, just like you did all those years ago. Do you not remember our lovely time together?" Menatsu's voice had changed, like it was mixed with someone else's.

"Who do you think you are? You are a sick bastard. I do not remember anything about you, Menatsu."

"You don't? Well, you will…with time. I will make you remember! I will make you scream with that beautiful voice of yours once again, Sesshomaru, you will become mine again!"

"I do not know who you are, but if you are possessing Menatsu, I suggest you stop," said Sesshomaru, glaring at Menatsu through narrowed eyes of ice.

"Yes, I am possessing Menatsu, but I will not let go of my vessel. I have been possessing him since he was a young child, and I am not about to let him go. I've become quite fond of the boy, but not as fond as I have of you, my beautiful Sesshomaru. Your long hair, your bright eyes, your gorgeous soft skin…"

The students watched in horror as Menatsu stood and walked over to Sesshomaru, who had straightened. He lightly touched Sesshomaru's face and the demon grabbed his hand with lightning speed that the students sat shocked.

Menatsu just stared at it and smiled at him. "You have not become weaker. If anything, you're stronger. And your skin is as soft as I remember it. I am not disappointed."

"Do not touch me, Menatsu. I am your sensei, and I am above you. I want you to take your seat."

Menatsu's hand moved down to Sesshomaru's neck and lightly touched it. Sesshomaru bit his lip a little and held back a shiver. "Ah, you wish to respond to me. You want to scream my name again."

"You're a sick kid. What you know about me is very little compared to what my fiancée does. Now take your seat," Sesshomaru growled.

Menatsu just reached over and started to unbutton Sesshomaru's shirt. Without warning, a sword flashed and with the sound of metal colliding with bone, Menatsu was at the other side of the room, lying in a pile of broken rock. Sesshomaru had taken out his Tokijin and hit him hard over the temple with the flat side of the blade like a baseball.

"Class dismissed!" he said. Everyone packed up and ran, shutting the door. Sesshomaru took out a length of chains and rope and tied Menatsu upside down from the ceiling. He then called the cops and Senayalayasha.

Senayalayasha was there before the cops, and he ran in to see Sesshomaru still standing in the same stance he had when he had hit Menatsu, sword still in hand and his shirt undone, his breath coming in short bursts, body shaking.

"My God! Sess, are you alright?" Senayalayasha asked, running to his side. "What happened?"

"He stood and started talking to me with a strange voice. He started to touch me and unbuttoned my shirt. I took out Tokijin and hit him with it. I think…I think I know what he's being possessed by."

"What?"

"Someone that I killed a long time ago…because he had raped me…Naraku…"

That night, Menatsu sat in his room again, Naraku taken possession again. He was chanting a spell for the demons to come and cleanse the human body that he was possessing to regain his old form with stronger abilities.

"Take my body…my useless body…give me back me demonic vessel that I lost. My soul still remains, give me back my body!"

The demons, countless millions, came to the summon. "Take my body, this useless human body and turn it into a powerful vessel worthy of my ruthless soul!"

The demons were only too happy. They vanished into Menatsu's human body by the thousands, starting to change a once sweet boy's body into Naraku's new vessel, a soulless being with only one goal. Once it was complete, it looked like the old Naraku, only stronger, more resourceful, and ever so deadly.

"Yes, it's complete! Sesshomaru, now you shall become mine! Now, with this body, I shall become your rightful lover!" he laughed darkly, sadistically. It was heard for miles, as was his miasma felt.

At Sesshomaru's residence, it made him shiver, made him look up from his book and look around cautiously. "Sesshomaru, what's wrong?"

"Do you feel that? Sense it?" he asked, his golden eyes flashing.

"Feel and sense what?"

"That powerful aura, like something being born…"

Senayalayasha paused a minute and tried to. "No, why?"

"It's strange. It's familiar, yet, more powerful. There's like a haze that's wafting around. It's very thick, and you can't sense it?"

"No. Your nose must be better than mine."

"How can you not? It's so close to here…"

Hey, it's me again. Two chapters in one day! Whew! How good is that? Now you can't complain! I know I said yaoi in this chapter; just it kinda turned out shonen-ai with Menatsu and Sesshomaru in the whole school thing. Any way, I really swear I'll have some next chapter! If not, I'll eat my sister s'mores!

Sesshomaru: She did it again…

Naraku: I'm back for you, Sesshie-kun.

Sesshomaru: …Who are you?

Naraku: WHAT!?

Luminaria: Don't worry, Sess, you'll recognize him soon enough. --leans on Sesshomaru's shoulder--

Sesshomaru: Do not touch me.

Luminaria: Kay, fine. Do you thing, peoplez!