Dark Summit
by Kokuei Sogekihei
Kapital Zwei
An inhuman roar echoed throughout the land as InuTashio surged forward. His crimson gaze scorched at the puny demons before him. With a flick of his wrist, there was a cracking noise before the clearing was filled with the cries of agony and pain. InuTashio reined his youki whip back in, passing by the dilapidated demons without a spare glance, knowing his poison would work its magic.
InuTashio entered another clearing and saw six dragon youkai before him, already in their true forms. Their seventh, purification-wielding brother was not amongst them. Seeing this, InuTashio unsheathed a giant sword and sped forward, looking a mere blur. He knew this would be an easy fight without the seventh demon, and decided to make quick work of them.
The demons anticipated his straightforward approach, sluggishly reacting when he feinted left and pivoted right, his blade raised. Three dragons were suddenly writhing in pain on the ground, their echoing screams filling his ears as InuTashio glanced at them, relishing in the moment as they grasped their throats, their life's blood pulsing out with each sturdy heartbeat until it grew weaker before it finally stopped, their forms unmoving and their gazes dim. White 'steam' escaped the demons' bodies and InuTashio only spared it a glance, knowing it was their souls trying to escape the mortal realm.
Turning towards his other three opponents, InuTashio sped forward again in a zigzag pattern, his weave so tight that you could hear the armor protecting him groaning as it strained to keep up with his movements. The dragons prepared to intercept him, but that was when InuTashio leaped free of his pattern and fell towards them, his movements so quick that after he landed, the bodies of his fallen opponents glared at one another before collapsing in towering heaps, their flesh riddled with sword wounds. Their tails and heads, dissected from their anatomy, fell further away.
InuTashio shook his head, sheathing his blade as he headed back towards the main Western Castle. Three swipes and his foes fell. Honestly, was there even any reason to glance at the youngsters these days with their false bravado?
In the shadows lurked the form of the last dragon, the purification powers from the soul he devoured enveloping him in a eerie red glow. Silver eyes narrowed as he watched the elder inu youkai conjure his youki cloud and become a speck in the distance.
Stepping out of the darkness, the figure once shrouded in shadow was suddenly bathed in sunlight, showing the sinister grin on his face. His brothers may have been simple to defeat, but he would not be so easy. All of his hard work maintaining his demon stature with a miko soul in his body would not be wasted because of some simpering Lord of the West that was now bowing to ningen onna. No, InuTashio would have to work much harder to destroy him if he dared.
A glint appeared in the demon's eyes as he began to scheme. Maybe humans would be useful for once.
Kagome stared at the very beautiful onna that had walked into Sesshoumaru's room, attached to InuTashio's arm like a leech. She glanced at the woman's stomach and thought that she must've been pregnant because her stomach was gargantuan! She felt the legs under her shift and looked up into her brother's face from her place in his lap. His face was passive, in the mode Kagome called "ice face". It seemed accurately named because his face would become as hard as dry ice and no expression could be encouraged upon it unless the two were in private.
Kagome sighed before looking back at InuTashio, who was making introductions. "Kagome, Sesshoumaru, meet your new mother Izayoi. She is pregnant and you will treat her with the same respect as you show me." InuTashio never realized that his wording was all wrong.
If they were going to treat her like they treated him, then they wanted nothing to do with the wench. Kagome's long tail wrapped around Sesshoumaru's arm that had been helping her sit up. Sesshoumaru's growls echoed through his frame and shook Kagome slightly, but luckily the silent growls remained just that, silent.
"That is Kagome and that is Sesshoumaru. They will help you in any way possible, my dear." InuTashio nuzzled his newly marked mate that had been his recent concubine. For some reason, he did not kill her and leave her body to rot for the next morning. Instead she had been a frequent 'visitor', as Kagome now called them.
Kagome herself was trying not to twitch as she watched the two kiss. Sesshoumaru, however, knew what Kagome was experiencing via her tail. Her grip was gaining more pressure by the second. Soon Sesshoumaru was sure that he would never regain circulation in his arm again when InuTashio and Izayoi finally quit the room, the pressure suddenly gone as she looked at him with wet eyes.
"Why'd he go mate with her?" the young demoness spat hatefully. "I wish that he'd rot, betraying Haha-ue like that!" she hissed, venom utterly oozing from her tone.
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed at her and he bent forward imposingly, causing the pup to whimper. "Kagome," he started quietly, his voice firm. "You will not wish ill harm upon him, for that is not what Haha-ue wished. Keep your thoughts untainted and you will become strong like Haha-ue. Turn your thoughts impure and expect to end up like him."
Sesshoumaru leaned back and Kagome nodded fearfully, not wanting to think of what could happen to her if she contemplated too many ill thoughts. With a sigh, Kagome snuggled into Sesshoumaru's lap, just small enough to comfortably stretch and burrow her head into his outer haori. She gave a contented growl when she felt a clawed hand going through her hair, as if toying with it.
Sesshoumaru ran his hand through his imouto's silky hair, wondering about the scent surrounding 'Izayoi' and her unborn pup. From here, it had smelled as if the hanyou was half dragon. But that didn't make sense.
Why would InuTashio protect someone who wasn't bearing his child? Did he wish the child of an enemy?
Sesshoumaru, however, had no worries about the hanyou. If it was indeed half dragon, then it would be pathetically weak like a full-bred. Compared to inu youkai, ryuu were considered lower level. Only the occasional few like that purifying ryuu were considered middle, and even then they weren't deemed much of a threat.
A simple slice here and there and they were dissected completely. What a waste of power.
Sesshoumaru looked down at the sudden movement on his lap, only to find Kagome wriggling to get inside his outer haori so she sat between outer and inner pieces. A smirk played itself onto his face as she found herself unsuccessful. She tried again, her feet flailing in the air as if she were swimming away from the Jaws of Death. This time, however, Sesshoumaru nudged her rump forward and was rewarded a semi-growl and an evil pair of eyes staring up at him before a contented growl exuded from her form once again.
Sesshoumaru leaned back against the wall that was near his futon and relaxed a little. If her breathing said anything, then Kagome was asleep and would truly become a demon if he tried to move her.
Closing his eyes, the pre-destined Taiyoukai fell into a light doze, his blurry thoughts buzzing around the annoying wench and the possibility of a huge family argument that would brew for having a human mate with a Taiyoukai, not to mention one of the greatest.
Kapital Zwei ist tot.
