WARNING: VERY IMPORTANT!!! Do I have your attention? This chapter has very
descriptive gore and violence, be advised. I have made it so that this
chapter may be avoided; just skip to the next chapter (6.5). There will be
a summary of the basic events in the next chapter. I highly suggest no one
under age 15 read this. If you choose to read this, remember that I have
warned you of its content.
~Horrifying Realities~
******************Sesshoumaru's POV*****************
Sesshoumaru was sitting in an oak tree. It was old, its height possibly over one hundred feet. The natural wonder was the mother tree. It was the oldest and tallest in the forest of the western territory. One of the first to ever grow, but was the only one to survive all the wars and fires brought to this forest by enemies. Almost as if the tree was slowly reaching for the moon with its many branches. These branches ran up filling the sky above him with fresh green leaves. He made it a point to keep his golden gaze locked with the silent lunar god above him in an unchallenged staring game.
Although, every time the woman below made an unhappy, almost pained sound he glanced down. She was nestled in between, rather uncomfortably, the roots of the mother tree. Her face was contorted, he knew without looking. For every time she would release a gasp or whimper from her delicate mouth, his head would turn immediately in her direction. He would then mentally kick himself.
This was one of those times. Sesshoumaru studied her face. It was contorted as always. Her eyelids closed and slightly scrunched. Her thick, dark eyelashes would flicker and swish with the rapid eye movement below. Her plump, rose- colored lips were parted to allow her increased breathing to escape.
--It is only a nightmare after all. It is the mind's way of solving the conflicts that occur during the day. Stupid human.--
He turned his gaze back to the moon, trying his hardest to ignore the silent torture that was currently lying several feet and branches below him on the soft soil. The woman let a harsh gasp escape her mouth. A knot tightened in his stomach. He had to practically grab the branches surrounding him to keep him in his place high in the tree.
******************In Kagome's Mind******************
A breeze whispered through her ears, ruffling her short white hair. Her long ivory forelocks pushed across her face creating a thin wall between her and the already injured man before her. Her slanted purple eyes narrowed as she approached the figure now cowering before her. He was naked, per custom. No irritating clothing to deal with, nothing to burn once the body is gone.
Kagome squatted down to eye level with the man she was currently about to torture. She leaned in until she was only about two inches from his face, her upper lip twitched into a sneer.
"I despise scum like you. Traitor." Her voice was soft, but malicious. It's very tone promising utter, unimaginable pain. She licked her lips in anticipation. A blood chilling smile spread across her face as she stood revealing sharp teeth and long fangs.
These fangs weren't normal, larger than a youkai. Kagome's fangs were at least an inch long. When her mouth was closed, they just gently rested against the gums of her lower jaw. Kagome's fangs were known and stroke fear through any creature's being. The terrifying woman often took blood from her prey before killing it.
It kept diversity in her blood and her body also could practice converting blood types to match her own unique one. This was needed since no other had her specific blood type. This caused her to get sick often when she was younger, from blood loss. She had to get used to converting blood. But this became her favorite way to kill a prey. The fangs pushed deep into the flesh and caused a considerable amount of pain when ripped from said flesh. She could tear tissue and muscle as well as veins in one swoop depending on where she bit.
The man's current state was not good, life threatening in itself. He had attacked and killed a general of Lord Naraku's army. The general hadn't taken the human seriously, his first mistake. The human was a taijiya, a demon exterminator. The general's lack of knowledge was his second mistake. The general had just...lost his head. That was can be taken also in a very literal sense way beyond the saying. But that doesn't mean that his somewhat foolish death wouldn't go unpunished. Kagome had wasted valuable time hunting the human down and dragging him back, she would enjoy this.
--I will rip his body to shreds and leave his soul to be devoured by the devil himself. --
So far the man only had wounds that the general inflicted. These would include scratches on his chest and sword arm, the right. Kagome would fix this of course. A cruel smile crossed her lips. His sword arm would be the first to go. Unsheathing her sword that held an aura drenched in blood. One look at it and one would expect the blood to be showered in the essence, only to find no trace. It had been so used to death that a permanent smell of blood was left on the glimmering blade.
Kagome waltzed up to the man. Before the man could act, her sword cut through the air and a thump sounded. A limb hit the floor and rolled away from its owner due to the slight hill they sat upon. The man stared at it disbelievingly. That's when it hit him, a white hot pain slicing through his nerves burning them to exhaustion. It was foolish, he knew, attacking the general. But the demon had raped his daughter. He had to avenge her even if it meant his death. He would die knowing that youkai died as well.
"Why did you kill the general?" Kagome's solid voice, seemingly not bothered by the crude situation, slammed him from his thoughts. "To avenge the rape and death of my daughter." The man replied, somewhat carefully. "That's all?" The woman in black asked skeptically. "That is not out of the ordinary. I thought it might have been something...important." Kagome replied easily looking at her fingernails and flicking the dirt off of them before returning her attention back to the man.
The man was speechless. This woman before him cared more about the dirt on her nails than the death of a child! She was heartless. He spit at her feet. "Now now, you shouldn't do such things to provoke your executioner." The woman, whose heart was black as coal, reached down to the quivering man.
"You will lose your pride, traitor. You will drown in your own blood and you will be left to die." She continued her voice full of a malevolent tone.
Reaching down to his huddled position with a swift movement of her left hand left the man wide eyed and startled. She loosely and carelessly tossed something over her shoulder to land with a plop and be buried in the thick mud.
He bent over, only a hollow squeaking erupting from his throat. The human closed his watery eyes as the pain hurtled up his spine and twisted his back muscles into knots. Suddenly finding his voice, he released a mighty grunt followed by a girlish scream. His voice once again gave out on him turning the tail end of the horrifying scream into a rasping screech. These protests fell on deaf ears.
--So insignificant, so unimportant, his life. –
The soldiers watching were surprised, yet curious as to what sort of punishment the head assassin inflicted to cause such a brutal reaction. "You are no longer a man; I have taken your pride." She smiled a cruel, twisted grin thick with evil and malice. Her unnatural eyes burned with hate and a subtle unexplained amusement.
Several of the spectators, no all, had stiffened at this new remark that fell from her smiling lips. They knew what she meant, but none were brave enough to admit these thoughts to their consciousness. They buried the despair and deep pity for the man deep inside their hearts for fear it would be discovered and cause them pain in a personal way.
Kagome analyzed the reactions of the gathered crowd. They were horrified, disgusted, some looked as if they were to throw up, and some held a pitiful glance towards the human. Even one such as Naraku bore a hint of this in his passive gaze.
She returned her attention to the soldiers giving them a look that said 'anyone else?' Many faces paled turning a ghostly, appalled white as she locked eyes with every single one. Their backs were straight and some were shaking. The crowd looked as if they were about to bolt. Kagome dropped her smile then.
--They're no fun, can't even take a joke. –
She laughed at this. No, it wasn't a joke at all, but she still laughed at it humorously. The musical sound radiated from her and the soldiers couldn't help but relax. But they stiffened once more when the bubbly, soft sound deepened and hardened. The child-like humor morphed into a possessed cackle.
Kagome stopped all too sudden casting an eerie silence throughout the field. Her grin returned, similar to the Cheshire cat, back in place dominating her face. With that Kagome turned her attention once again to the torture she was chosen to do and followed this notion by picking the man up by the back of his collar.
Kagome configured her hand to where all four fingers were straight and tense. She then rammed said hand into the human's gut. She was taught expressly for this purpose by the council. Yes, she had been taught through experience of virtually all methods and techniques that were part of the art of the torturer. She used this to her advantage and had angled her hand at the precise angle that would invade his lungs
Indeed it did. Kagome's hand had pushed violently passed the man's diaphragm. Then her fingers split into pairs to puncture both lungs at once, saving her the effort of doing it again. The dark torturer then let him drop the several feet to the earth. The man, known as number 1659 in the army regiments, dropped first to his knees before curling into a fetal position in the muddy earth. The mud had sprayed in several directions and Kagome lifted slightly into the air and fell loftily again to avoid her clothes being soiled.
Kagome allowed him to lay there for a few minutes, with a cruel and calculating look. 1659 was wheezing and coughing up blood, to show hard evidence that his lungs were beginning to flood with his life-giving, crimson fluid. Blood ran down his bare torso to pool into the earth, turning a maroon hue.
Crimson paths also fell from his mouth in waves, as well as flying from his mouth during coughs that he didn't bother covering with his hand. His left arm was pinned beneath him and wrapped around his waist. The other was trying to stop the blood fleeing from his wound. 1659 was now trembling, like the disgusting human he was. His skin tanned from training long hours in the open sun, was now covered with mud. His brown hair that once shined healthily was matted and knotted with dry clumps of mud in it. His face was pale with pain and his exhaustion only made him appear older, but none the wiser.
--A dying fool. Very fitting—
Kagome raised her eyes to the other soldiers behind him. The army had been assembled to show what would happen to traitors and all those opposing Lord Naraku. Kagome observed that some demons were smiling, their arms crossed against their chests. They were obviously enjoying the entertainment from their sitting position. Others were horrified; they were the more humane ones. Naraku's army was infamous for mixing humans, demons, and hanyous and training them into an elite force to be reckoned with and even feared.
Although she too held distaste for the man, he had freed her from the prison inside that human wench. Naraku had discovered the truth of the hidden power in the human miko Kagome and found a spell to release the darker evil. Of course, he left the pure power concealed, no use in letting that loose. Then he had pulled her into his service on a threat to reseal her.
--Couldn't let that happen, but I'll escape soon enough, once I kill that bastard. I had been seen as a threat and the council had sealed me away into the child known as Kagome at birth. My true name is Kaekei. (kai-eh- kay) But this child was a human miko. Her miko powers successfully sealing my evil beneath, deep inside her soul and heart. Of course, there is a wretched 'pure' side to my personality as well. That bitch, who believes in life, makes me sick.--
Kagome dropped her glowering gaze to the man. He had risen back onto his knees and had his hands scrunched into the mud to supply support. 1659 looked up frighteningly when he heard her soft, yet deliberate footsteps approach. Kagome raised her clawed hand. She watched the blood, still wet, gleam as it ran down her bare wrist. There was a hint of a large, wide scar running down the center of her wrist only to disappear beneath her solid black haori.
"P-please..I b-beg of y-y-our mercy!" The last word was said forcefully as another fit of coughing racked his injured body. Kagome's eyes flashed hatefully, disgust full and flooding their purplish depths. "How dare you ask for mercy when you are not worthy." She gritted out, barely more than a whisper.
Kagome leapt back several feet, lowering herself onto one knee. The spectators all stiffened every last one. They had seen this attack. The only ever result was death, but it was a slow excruciating one. She had used it on spies, etc that invaded the southern territories. It tore the body and severed from the inside out. It ripped the organs and veins from their places. But they had never seen this at such close range. Even the once smiling demons were shaking now.
She raised her right hand effortlessly raising the dying man before her through her psychic powers. Then forming her hands into several memorized movements, she clasped her hands with a loud snap together. The sound alone seemed to echo and bounce of the beings in the otherwise empty field.
Kagome's eyes burned red, like hell had been raised and swallowed into her irises. Unclasping her hand she swiftly sent in out and a shockwave of power coursed through her, lifting her forelocks and shooting them in random directions from the force of it. Her clothes rippled and billowed around her. A black energy shot from her hand and spiraled away, leaving only a black smothering aura surrounding the woman.
The man was hit directly and the force would have normally caused him to fly several miles, but since the sorceress placed him into a paralyze spell, he stayed suspended in the air. His unearthly screech resounded into the atmosphere.
The energy disappeared into his body. His skin seemed to bubble and his face was turning vivid colors. His eyes were wide and he was screaming and would most likely continue until he lost his horrid voice.
Kagome winced. She then raised her hand and pulled it back towards her to rest against her side. This action caused the man's vocal cords and tongue to be ripped from their home and shoot into her left hand where the blood recently had dried became slick once again. Kagome squeezed her hand, crushing the body parts. The man was now silent; even though his mouth was wide open in silent horror and agonizing pain.
Kagome released him from her paralyze spell and 1659 crumpled to the ground, his body shook violently. Tremors and spasms coursed through him, or what was left of him. His eyes were sightless and his body was broken, severed, and torn. Blood leaked from the dead creature in several places and a slight gurgle surged softly from his throat. Organs were protruding through some of the gashes in his skin all over his body. Kagome leered at the traitor.
She then raised her hand to her lips, her right hand, the one not covered in blood and whistled. Her left hand still grasped the bloody mess. The sound of her whistle was high pitched and screamed into their ears. Even Naraku covered his sensitive ears with his hands. The sound seemed to pierce right through and screeched into their ear drums.
A flapping was heard and a large black bird was seen. Somewhat resembling a cross of an eagle and a raven, but black and bigger. A truly devilish creature with grey sharp eyes buried in jet black feathers. Kagome's back arched slightly backwards when the creature swooped down to rest on her arm. She then cooed the gigantic creature. Its large claws overlapped when holding onto her forearm. Its large wings were folded and its tail practically hit the ground.
Kagome raised her left hand, producing the tongue to the creature's sight. The bird's tongue lashed out to encircle to objects and swallowed them whole. Kagome wiped her left hand onto her black hakama, not caring that it would be almost impossible to remove. She stroked its fine feathers and it nuzzled its head under her chin in an adoring fashion. Kagome smiled at its action.
Turning back to the dead human, everyone could see the bird's eyes light up at the sight of the dead thing that once resembled a man. The bird turned its head to its master and chirped hopefully. Kagome smiled an evil grin and nodded her head.
"I'll make sure it's a demon next time, Kuro." (coo-row) She laughed when the bird hopped playfully and happily to the corpse. It would have been like a kid at Christmas, had it not been so disgusting.
The bird bowed its head respectfully to its master to then caw its appreciation. Then Kuro began to busy itself in filling its stomach. The soldiers watched in horror as the bird began to eat the dead corpse. Some emptied their stomachs onto the grass where they kneeled. But still, the bird continued to peck and swallow each bite. When the bird had finished every piece of the flesh, every drop of blood, he pranced back to its master, who lowered her arm for him to step onto.
"I'm sorry Kuro. That must have tasted horrible, but it was necessary so no evidence was left remaining." Kagome then used her own claw to slice a slit into her left palm. Placing it near the bird's beak, she nudged him gently. The bird then chirped again in an almost child-like fashion. He then flipped out his tongue to submerge it into the cut, slowing and meticulously lapping up the blood. Kagome's face hadn't changed during the whole event. But she relaxed slightly as the bird gently massaged the muscles in her hand with its tongue as it cleaned the wound of the flowing blood.
As soon as he was finished he bowed his head again. Kagome then bent her knees halfway to the ground and with a great force straightened them. Then she raised her arm to allow her feathered friend to lift into the air. Kuro effortlessly took the air currents and was soon gone above the wispy clouds.
Kagome turned to face her master. The wind lifting his long, midnight black hair from his shoulders only to drop it again to gracefully fall down his back in gentle waves. He had a pleasant and amused glint in his red eyes. Kagome gave a triumphant smirk and bowed her head. Naraku then stood from his chair that had been positioned in the field for the lord to sit.
"Anyone who wishes to betray me will be dealt with by my top assassin, Kagome." The army went stiff in fear before placing their heads on the ground with their hands on either side in a submitting manner. Naraku smiled his smooth, charming grin.
"You did well, my Kagome."
-to be continued in Ch. 6.5-
A/N: I apologize if that was too gross for anyone. ^.^ Sorry, I wanted a dark side to Kagome's past.
~Horrifying Realities~
******************Sesshoumaru's POV*****************
Sesshoumaru was sitting in an oak tree. It was old, its height possibly over one hundred feet. The natural wonder was the mother tree. It was the oldest and tallest in the forest of the western territory. One of the first to ever grow, but was the only one to survive all the wars and fires brought to this forest by enemies. Almost as if the tree was slowly reaching for the moon with its many branches. These branches ran up filling the sky above him with fresh green leaves. He made it a point to keep his golden gaze locked with the silent lunar god above him in an unchallenged staring game.
Although, every time the woman below made an unhappy, almost pained sound he glanced down. She was nestled in between, rather uncomfortably, the roots of the mother tree. Her face was contorted, he knew without looking. For every time she would release a gasp or whimper from her delicate mouth, his head would turn immediately in her direction. He would then mentally kick himself.
This was one of those times. Sesshoumaru studied her face. It was contorted as always. Her eyelids closed and slightly scrunched. Her thick, dark eyelashes would flicker and swish with the rapid eye movement below. Her plump, rose- colored lips were parted to allow her increased breathing to escape.
--It is only a nightmare after all. It is the mind's way of solving the conflicts that occur during the day. Stupid human.--
He turned his gaze back to the moon, trying his hardest to ignore the silent torture that was currently lying several feet and branches below him on the soft soil. The woman let a harsh gasp escape her mouth. A knot tightened in his stomach. He had to practically grab the branches surrounding him to keep him in his place high in the tree.
******************In Kagome's Mind******************
A breeze whispered through her ears, ruffling her short white hair. Her long ivory forelocks pushed across her face creating a thin wall between her and the already injured man before her. Her slanted purple eyes narrowed as she approached the figure now cowering before her. He was naked, per custom. No irritating clothing to deal with, nothing to burn once the body is gone.
Kagome squatted down to eye level with the man she was currently about to torture. She leaned in until she was only about two inches from his face, her upper lip twitched into a sneer.
"I despise scum like you. Traitor." Her voice was soft, but malicious. It's very tone promising utter, unimaginable pain. She licked her lips in anticipation. A blood chilling smile spread across her face as she stood revealing sharp teeth and long fangs.
These fangs weren't normal, larger than a youkai. Kagome's fangs were at least an inch long. When her mouth was closed, they just gently rested against the gums of her lower jaw. Kagome's fangs were known and stroke fear through any creature's being. The terrifying woman often took blood from her prey before killing it.
It kept diversity in her blood and her body also could practice converting blood types to match her own unique one. This was needed since no other had her specific blood type. This caused her to get sick often when she was younger, from blood loss. She had to get used to converting blood. But this became her favorite way to kill a prey. The fangs pushed deep into the flesh and caused a considerable amount of pain when ripped from said flesh. She could tear tissue and muscle as well as veins in one swoop depending on where she bit.
The man's current state was not good, life threatening in itself. He had attacked and killed a general of Lord Naraku's army. The general hadn't taken the human seriously, his first mistake. The human was a taijiya, a demon exterminator. The general's lack of knowledge was his second mistake. The general had just...lost his head. That was can be taken also in a very literal sense way beyond the saying. But that doesn't mean that his somewhat foolish death wouldn't go unpunished. Kagome had wasted valuable time hunting the human down and dragging him back, she would enjoy this.
--I will rip his body to shreds and leave his soul to be devoured by the devil himself. --
So far the man only had wounds that the general inflicted. These would include scratches on his chest and sword arm, the right. Kagome would fix this of course. A cruel smile crossed her lips. His sword arm would be the first to go. Unsheathing her sword that held an aura drenched in blood. One look at it and one would expect the blood to be showered in the essence, only to find no trace. It had been so used to death that a permanent smell of blood was left on the glimmering blade.
Kagome waltzed up to the man. Before the man could act, her sword cut through the air and a thump sounded. A limb hit the floor and rolled away from its owner due to the slight hill they sat upon. The man stared at it disbelievingly. That's when it hit him, a white hot pain slicing through his nerves burning them to exhaustion. It was foolish, he knew, attacking the general. But the demon had raped his daughter. He had to avenge her even if it meant his death. He would die knowing that youkai died as well.
"Why did you kill the general?" Kagome's solid voice, seemingly not bothered by the crude situation, slammed him from his thoughts. "To avenge the rape and death of my daughter." The man replied, somewhat carefully. "That's all?" The woman in black asked skeptically. "That is not out of the ordinary. I thought it might have been something...important." Kagome replied easily looking at her fingernails and flicking the dirt off of them before returning her attention back to the man.
The man was speechless. This woman before him cared more about the dirt on her nails than the death of a child! She was heartless. He spit at her feet. "Now now, you shouldn't do such things to provoke your executioner." The woman, whose heart was black as coal, reached down to the quivering man.
"You will lose your pride, traitor. You will drown in your own blood and you will be left to die." She continued her voice full of a malevolent tone.
Reaching down to his huddled position with a swift movement of her left hand left the man wide eyed and startled. She loosely and carelessly tossed something over her shoulder to land with a plop and be buried in the thick mud.
He bent over, only a hollow squeaking erupting from his throat. The human closed his watery eyes as the pain hurtled up his spine and twisted his back muscles into knots. Suddenly finding his voice, he released a mighty grunt followed by a girlish scream. His voice once again gave out on him turning the tail end of the horrifying scream into a rasping screech. These protests fell on deaf ears.
--So insignificant, so unimportant, his life. –
The soldiers watching were surprised, yet curious as to what sort of punishment the head assassin inflicted to cause such a brutal reaction. "You are no longer a man; I have taken your pride." She smiled a cruel, twisted grin thick with evil and malice. Her unnatural eyes burned with hate and a subtle unexplained amusement.
Several of the spectators, no all, had stiffened at this new remark that fell from her smiling lips. They knew what she meant, but none were brave enough to admit these thoughts to their consciousness. They buried the despair and deep pity for the man deep inside their hearts for fear it would be discovered and cause them pain in a personal way.
Kagome analyzed the reactions of the gathered crowd. They were horrified, disgusted, some looked as if they were to throw up, and some held a pitiful glance towards the human. Even one such as Naraku bore a hint of this in his passive gaze.
She returned her attention to the soldiers giving them a look that said 'anyone else?' Many faces paled turning a ghostly, appalled white as she locked eyes with every single one. Their backs were straight and some were shaking. The crowd looked as if they were about to bolt. Kagome dropped her smile then.
--They're no fun, can't even take a joke. –
She laughed at this. No, it wasn't a joke at all, but she still laughed at it humorously. The musical sound radiated from her and the soldiers couldn't help but relax. But they stiffened once more when the bubbly, soft sound deepened and hardened. The child-like humor morphed into a possessed cackle.
Kagome stopped all too sudden casting an eerie silence throughout the field. Her grin returned, similar to the Cheshire cat, back in place dominating her face. With that Kagome turned her attention once again to the torture she was chosen to do and followed this notion by picking the man up by the back of his collar.
Kagome configured her hand to where all four fingers were straight and tense. She then rammed said hand into the human's gut. She was taught expressly for this purpose by the council. Yes, she had been taught through experience of virtually all methods and techniques that were part of the art of the torturer. She used this to her advantage and had angled her hand at the precise angle that would invade his lungs
Indeed it did. Kagome's hand had pushed violently passed the man's diaphragm. Then her fingers split into pairs to puncture both lungs at once, saving her the effort of doing it again. The dark torturer then let him drop the several feet to the earth. The man, known as number 1659 in the army regiments, dropped first to his knees before curling into a fetal position in the muddy earth. The mud had sprayed in several directions and Kagome lifted slightly into the air and fell loftily again to avoid her clothes being soiled.
Kagome allowed him to lay there for a few minutes, with a cruel and calculating look. 1659 was wheezing and coughing up blood, to show hard evidence that his lungs were beginning to flood with his life-giving, crimson fluid. Blood ran down his bare torso to pool into the earth, turning a maroon hue.
Crimson paths also fell from his mouth in waves, as well as flying from his mouth during coughs that he didn't bother covering with his hand. His left arm was pinned beneath him and wrapped around his waist. The other was trying to stop the blood fleeing from his wound. 1659 was now trembling, like the disgusting human he was. His skin tanned from training long hours in the open sun, was now covered with mud. His brown hair that once shined healthily was matted and knotted with dry clumps of mud in it. His face was pale with pain and his exhaustion only made him appear older, but none the wiser.
--A dying fool. Very fitting—
Kagome raised her eyes to the other soldiers behind him. The army had been assembled to show what would happen to traitors and all those opposing Lord Naraku. Kagome observed that some demons were smiling, their arms crossed against their chests. They were obviously enjoying the entertainment from their sitting position. Others were horrified; they were the more humane ones. Naraku's army was infamous for mixing humans, demons, and hanyous and training them into an elite force to be reckoned with and even feared.
Although she too held distaste for the man, he had freed her from the prison inside that human wench. Naraku had discovered the truth of the hidden power in the human miko Kagome and found a spell to release the darker evil. Of course, he left the pure power concealed, no use in letting that loose. Then he had pulled her into his service on a threat to reseal her.
--Couldn't let that happen, but I'll escape soon enough, once I kill that bastard. I had been seen as a threat and the council had sealed me away into the child known as Kagome at birth. My true name is Kaekei. (kai-eh- kay) But this child was a human miko. Her miko powers successfully sealing my evil beneath, deep inside her soul and heart. Of course, there is a wretched 'pure' side to my personality as well. That bitch, who believes in life, makes me sick.--
Kagome dropped her glowering gaze to the man. He had risen back onto his knees and had his hands scrunched into the mud to supply support. 1659 looked up frighteningly when he heard her soft, yet deliberate footsteps approach. Kagome raised her clawed hand. She watched the blood, still wet, gleam as it ran down her bare wrist. There was a hint of a large, wide scar running down the center of her wrist only to disappear beneath her solid black haori.
"P-please..I b-beg of y-y-our mercy!" The last word was said forcefully as another fit of coughing racked his injured body. Kagome's eyes flashed hatefully, disgust full and flooding their purplish depths. "How dare you ask for mercy when you are not worthy." She gritted out, barely more than a whisper.
Kagome leapt back several feet, lowering herself onto one knee. The spectators all stiffened every last one. They had seen this attack. The only ever result was death, but it was a slow excruciating one. She had used it on spies, etc that invaded the southern territories. It tore the body and severed from the inside out. It ripped the organs and veins from their places. But they had never seen this at such close range. Even the once smiling demons were shaking now.
She raised her right hand effortlessly raising the dying man before her through her psychic powers. Then forming her hands into several memorized movements, she clasped her hands with a loud snap together. The sound alone seemed to echo and bounce of the beings in the otherwise empty field.
Kagome's eyes burned red, like hell had been raised and swallowed into her irises. Unclasping her hand she swiftly sent in out and a shockwave of power coursed through her, lifting her forelocks and shooting them in random directions from the force of it. Her clothes rippled and billowed around her. A black energy shot from her hand and spiraled away, leaving only a black smothering aura surrounding the woman.
The man was hit directly and the force would have normally caused him to fly several miles, but since the sorceress placed him into a paralyze spell, he stayed suspended in the air. His unearthly screech resounded into the atmosphere.
The energy disappeared into his body. His skin seemed to bubble and his face was turning vivid colors. His eyes were wide and he was screaming and would most likely continue until he lost his horrid voice.
Kagome winced. She then raised her hand and pulled it back towards her to rest against her side. This action caused the man's vocal cords and tongue to be ripped from their home and shoot into her left hand where the blood recently had dried became slick once again. Kagome squeezed her hand, crushing the body parts. The man was now silent; even though his mouth was wide open in silent horror and agonizing pain.
Kagome released him from her paralyze spell and 1659 crumpled to the ground, his body shook violently. Tremors and spasms coursed through him, or what was left of him. His eyes were sightless and his body was broken, severed, and torn. Blood leaked from the dead creature in several places and a slight gurgle surged softly from his throat. Organs were protruding through some of the gashes in his skin all over his body. Kagome leered at the traitor.
She then raised her hand to her lips, her right hand, the one not covered in blood and whistled. Her left hand still grasped the bloody mess. The sound of her whistle was high pitched and screamed into their ears. Even Naraku covered his sensitive ears with his hands. The sound seemed to pierce right through and screeched into their ear drums.
A flapping was heard and a large black bird was seen. Somewhat resembling a cross of an eagle and a raven, but black and bigger. A truly devilish creature with grey sharp eyes buried in jet black feathers. Kagome's back arched slightly backwards when the creature swooped down to rest on her arm. She then cooed the gigantic creature. Its large claws overlapped when holding onto her forearm. Its large wings were folded and its tail practically hit the ground.
Kagome raised her left hand, producing the tongue to the creature's sight. The bird's tongue lashed out to encircle to objects and swallowed them whole. Kagome wiped her left hand onto her black hakama, not caring that it would be almost impossible to remove. She stroked its fine feathers and it nuzzled its head under her chin in an adoring fashion. Kagome smiled at its action.
Turning back to the dead human, everyone could see the bird's eyes light up at the sight of the dead thing that once resembled a man. The bird turned its head to its master and chirped hopefully. Kagome smiled an evil grin and nodded her head.
"I'll make sure it's a demon next time, Kuro." (coo-row) She laughed when the bird hopped playfully and happily to the corpse. It would have been like a kid at Christmas, had it not been so disgusting.
The bird bowed its head respectfully to its master to then caw its appreciation. Then Kuro began to busy itself in filling its stomach. The soldiers watched in horror as the bird began to eat the dead corpse. Some emptied their stomachs onto the grass where they kneeled. But still, the bird continued to peck and swallow each bite. When the bird had finished every piece of the flesh, every drop of blood, he pranced back to its master, who lowered her arm for him to step onto.
"I'm sorry Kuro. That must have tasted horrible, but it was necessary so no evidence was left remaining." Kagome then used her own claw to slice a slit into her left palm. Placing it near the bird's beak, she nudged him gently. The bird then chirped again in an almost child-like fashion. He then flipped out his tongue to submerge it into the cut, slowing and meticulously lapping up the blood. Kagome's face hadn't changed during the whole event. But she relaxed slightly as the bird gently massaged the muscles in her hand with its tongue as it cleaned the wound of the flowing blood.
As soon as he was finished he bowed his head again. Kagome then bent her knees halfway to the ground and with a great force straightened them. Then she raised her arm to allow her feathered friend to lift into the air. Kuro effortlessly took the air currents and was soon gone above the wispy clouds.
Kagome turned to face her master. The wind lifting his long, midnight black hair from his shoulders only to drop it again to gracefully fall down his back in gentle waves. He had a pleasant and amused glint in his red eyes. Kagome gave a triumphant smirk and bowed her head. Naraku then stood from his chair that had been positioned in the field for the lord to sit.
"Anyone who wishes to betray me will be dealt with by my top assassin, Kagome." The army went stiff in fear before placing their heads on the ground with their hands on either side in a submitting manner. Naraku smiled his smooth, charming grin.
"You did well, my Kagome."
-to be continued in Ch. 6.5-
A/N: I apologize if that was too gross for anyone. ^.^ Sorry, I wanted a dark side to Kagome's past.