Chapter Seven: Part One: Naraku's Tale
Naraku crushed the mortal woman with his tenticles, grinning with pleasure at first, till he realized that his victim was laughing! Laughing! The sound filled him with rage. He squeezed her tighter, but she continued to laugh, becoming louder and louder, untill the sound was deafening. "How dare she, with whom did she think she was dealing?" he thought. Just when his anger was about to peak he saw something strange. The sword his victim held gleamed at the tips of the blade with a strange pale blue light, and he felt her body tense, as if preparing for a last spring. It amused him immensely. His amusement did not last for long, however. She opened her mouth to speak, and her voice was powerful, a great wall of sound. "Behold, Naraku! I am Fire, and you and the traitor are to be the sacrafice!" He began to laugh at this mortal. "Do you really think you can destroy me, human?"
Then she began to glow with light, her grey-blue eyes growing ever more bright with brilliant flame. A white light began to surround her, as it grew it turned into a terrible blinding flame, and suddenly she became so beautiful in her wrath that it temporally paralyzed him. He saw her raise her strange sword, with black blade and edges gleaming with blue fire. He heard utter words in a strange, beautiful, mighty tounge, and he could slightly hear his old enemy Sesshoumaru cry out as well. He could feel it as an immense power surged up through her body. She brought down her sword hard upon his tentacles. A strange, searing pain went through his body as he was now surrounded in the white flame. Then the wizard he had resserected, Saruman, lifted up his staff and uttered words in a terriable tounge that caused even Naraku to shutter at thier utterance, before Naraku had the chance to counter the attack. But Naraku, knowing somehow that this was not the time, and seeing that Saruman was hiding things from him, and that he must force it out of him, called Kougra to him. She came faster than a lightening bolt, and he and Saruman flew with her before the white flames had died below. He was silent on the way back to his castle, wondering about the strange, beautiful mortal with a blade of great power, and the inner power she wielded as well. How was it that a mortal was able to wield such a blade?
As Naraku came back to his castle, Saruman could sense something of the preicerment he put himself in. Naraku half listened to him as he went on about how "this" was not supposed to happen here and so on. Naraku glared coldly at him. "We are connected, Saruman," he held up the jewel. "You have dealt decietfully with me, but you will talk, soon enough." The gleam in his eyes frightened the once great Lord of Isengard, but he tried to hide it, and levelly returned his gaze. Naraku cracked an evil grin, and squeezed the jewel in his hand. Pain seared through the wizard's body as the shard in his throat gleamed black. Naraku released his grip on the jewel slightly. Naraku forced him to look at him. "Don't forget, wizard, I own you, and I can do that anytime it pleases me," and he laughed. He then sat down, the wizard was before him. Then, his demon child came in with her mirrior. She came before him and said, "InuYasha has taken another shard." He looked at Saruman. "It appears our fun will have to wait, Sauruman. The demon InuYasha has been a nuscence to me for to long. You will seek for him and the companions with which he travels. You will destroy them, and take the jewel shards carried by the mortal priestess, and bring them to me," said Naraku. He called for Kougra. "Kougra, take the wizard and seek for InuYasha, and see that you watch him close." Kougra turned to Saruman, who appeared to her to be more trouble than he was worth. She said in a cold voice, "Come, wizard," and grabbed him by his long white beard. He let out a cry and silently Naraku laughed. Saruman lifted up his staff, but before he could utter a word Kougra knocked him up against the wall. "The Lady Kougra is not kind, and has no paitence for fools, tread with care, wizard!" said Naraku, and then laughed. Kougra lifted the wizard onto his feet, then grabbed his beard again. This time he meekly went along, stiffling his cry. While this little squabble took place, he pried into the mind of the wizard. Only one thing went across it over and over. Elf sword, elf sword, elf sword. "So the blade was not like a demon blade or mortal blade, it's power was wholly different, but with great power," he thought. He wondered who and what were elves. They certainly were not human, that much he could perceive from the wizard, but they were not demons either. They were a species set apart. Something troubled him and kept replaying in his mind. The way the white light surrounded the mortal at her command, and the terriable bright fire came suddenly to her eyes. How he felt the power as it surged up in her body. He had known only one person with a power like that, a power that seemed separate from that of an ordinary demon's, The Princess Kakiseirei (means Spirit of Fire), his mother!
To be continued...