Author's note: Okay here's another update and it's not how many months later! Wow. The next chapter should be up in a couple of weeks. Thanks to all the people that read the last chapter, here is yet another installment of That cold stare!
To say he felt pain was a great understatement. He felt no pain at all as hundreds of weak demons covered his form, trying to rip past his silver armor and to the skin that lay below it. But Sesshomaru was too strong for them and with one graceful swipe of his sword the demons vanished in a bright, blue light.
Sesshomaru walked through the bloody mess of demons and made his way into the direction of which that other demon was positioned in.
Kagura was floating on her feather, stricken with guilt and fear. She had no idea what the great taiyoukai would do to her and feared what would happen if he decided to punish her for her actions. She held her head low and was forced to raise it when a kink started to form in her neck.
His silver hair billowed in the wind that his sword had created that seemed to remain here instead of vanishing. He put his weapon away as he moved closer and closer to the wind demoness, the one who's fear he could sense even from his spot far enough away from her that no other demon would be able to depict, yet he could.
The grass was bent where he walked and a terrible silence had sprung up, making Kagura even more scared than she had been in a while. This was nothing compared to the torment that she went through with being Naraku's little servant. She hated the silence and feared it as well.
Finally, Sesshomaru stood before Kagura. His golden eyes never moved, he never blinked and he never spoke, until he saw her frail body begin to shake and her posture went rigid. And that is when he decided to speak.
"You are the one enslaved by Naraku?" Sesshomaru asked, his voice calm and devoid of all emotions.
Kagura nodded slowly and suddenly found the ground to be much less intense to look at compared to that of the taiyoukai. She wanted her voice right now more than anything...even more than her freedom. She needed to escape Naraku's grasp, but how could that be done if she could not voice how she thought and what she wanted?
"What is it that ties you to him?"
She wanted to tell him. To say he could kill her, that he was her creator. Kagura lifted her head and stared off blankly into the sky. She had no idea how she was going to tell him that she could die if Naraku's grubby hands clenched around her heart.
But Sesshomaru was smarter than she thought.
"Is it because he was the one that gave you life?"
So he knew then. Kagura still kept her gaze away from the taiyoukai's and nodded her head like she had done before. He probably wanted to kill her now for smelling like Naraku because she was his creation.
Before Sesshomaru could remind her any further that she was nothing but scum, she flew away on her feather, back into the direction of Naraku's castle and prepared to suffer the extent of her failure at the hands of the one who gave her a life, one that she didn't want.
Sesshomaru held his head up and watched her leave. His suspicions were put to rest. He couldn't help her now and he was not about to go into that castle that reeked of the hanyou and have to put up with his trickery.
The wind demoness would have to help herself for the time being. Right now he had to go back to Jaken and maybe step on the little annoying toad demon some more. Then when he was ready, he would slay Naraku and bring an end to him
He would not be tricked again and he would actually kill Naraku, without the help of any other being. And of that he was certain.
Kagura was flanked by demons, one on each side of her. They both had their slimey clawed hands wrapped around her arms and were literally dragging her towards her doom down the candle lit hallways.
When she had arrived back from her encounter with Sesshomaru with not one demon following her, she was knocked onto the ground by Naraku's special gaurds and bound with ropes and chains. She was treated poorly and regretted returning to this place.
Naraku had given the special gaurds, who were powerful spider demons in a human disguise, strict orders and that Kagura be kept tied up and punished if she even stepped out of place by the slightest bit.
They snarled at each other and fought over many things as they dragged Kagura easily further and further down the hallway. She was so weak and worn that one of them had been afraid that they had almost snapped her in two when they had lifted her violently off the ground.
Kagura felt one of the hands leave her arm to push aside the bamboo curtain that was used as a door. She didn't even know that she had been shoved forward until she turned around and looked back at the swaying door.
Cold, evil laughter filled the room and Kagura shuddered. She knew well enough not to make eye contact with her angered master, but forced herself to so she wouldn't suffer anymore. She made sure to look at something behind him though, because she despised him so, but still had to pay atenttion to what he was saying. She was good at this and that was what had kept her from breaking all those years ago.
"And Sesshomaru's head still rests upon his uncut neck?" Naraku sneered.
The response he got out of Kagura was not what he wanted and that was no response at all and he hated it.
"Why didn't you obey my orders!"
Of course she couldn't fully answer that, and Naraku knew that but in his fowl mood he wanted some sort of reaction out of his slave and when he didn't get one he resorted with violence. His fist connected with her face once again, but she was refusing to show any emotion and he was getting sick of it.
His eyes seemed to glow red, redder than they previously were and it was all her fault. Everything was her fault and she needed to be destroyed.
Kagura still held her ground and was now glaring at her master with hate burning in her eyes.
Sesshomaru could feel something that was going to cause both unhappiness and happiness. He turned around and faced the castle of Naraku that was nothing more than a shadow in the background and knew it was going to come from there.
Something drove him forward and he slowly made his way towards it, loathing the fact that he may have to come into contact with the foolish half demon. If it came down to it he would kill Naraku and that was something to look forward to.
One foot infront of the other, Sesshomaru walked through the tall, wild grass towards his destination. And for once in his life, Sesshomaru could not forsee the events that would soon happen.
The first couple punches that Naraku had thrown her way could be easily dodged because they were purely out of blind rage and their target was untold of, but Kagura was never hit and she always knew where he was going to hit next.
In his continuous fit of rage, Naraku's balled up fist met with air instead of pale, fragile skin for the tenth time in a matter of only five minutes. But, to Kagura's surprise, Naraku swung his fist to the side with terrible speed that had enough power (not that he needed much in Kagura's condition) to send the wind demoness flying across the room.
With her finally down, Naraku moved away from her and went directly to a fine set of ceremonial katanas that decorated the far wall of the room.
This will end everything, this will make things better. I will be free of her as a troublesome burden and then I can rule in peace. The power I will gain will be great and mighty and that wench will not lag around here anymore! She will be dead!
Naraku's knuckles went pure white as he grasped tightly onto the handle of the fine katana. It glistened in the candle light and as soon as it was taken out of its scabbard, Kagura knew she was in more trouble then she had ever been and she needed strength, but strength she had not.
Everything is for power. Every little thing that I do is for power and I will have it someday!
The blade crashed down into the wooden floor and was stuck there until it was forced out by the hanyou. His hands were bleeding now from grasping both sides of a double sided blade and ripping it out, also ripping his palms too. This only drove his anger on further.
Kagura moved out of the way of the swinging blade, but it had nicked her in her right shoulder. Blood was now visible through her kimono and the sticky liquid was irritating her skin. She paid no attention to it as Naraku swung the blade towards her once again.
If only she had her fan with her. Naraku had taken that away from her and it was now locked up in one of his many rooms somewhere in the castle. Even her feather could save her, but once again that was taken away by her cruel master when he had ripped them violently out of her hair, taking some of it with him.
Not looking where she was going, Kagura tripped over a candle that had been placed on the ground and whimpered in pain as the bright flame burnt the flesh on her left leg. She was too concerned about that for the time being to notice that Naraku was charging straight towards her.
His body clashed into hers, sending Kagura backwards where she lay on the ground. The katana was raised above Kagura.
Naraku expected fear to be written on her face, but he was met with the thing that he had never seen the wind demoness do ever since he had enslaved her.
She was smiling.
"All for power!" Naraku said as he thrust the blade down.
And Kagura was met with something that she had hoped she would meet for so long.
She had met death.