Chapter 17

Watching

The darkness embraced the figure lying down next to the blue inflamed water basin. He moved his hand over the blue flames watching the scenes flash from one onto another. He mused himself watching an old lord slapping around a young eye-catching human female. He has seen this all before, lords abusing their power for their own personal use. The human lord will abuse the female till she became submissive, caving in to meet his repulsive desires.

He looked closer into the basin, the onna looked ... broken.

No tears, no emotion, nothing was expressed upon her face. Her eyes caught him; they were soulless, deep depths of brown nothingness. It was unfortunate that females were treated indecently.

He looked at the image, there was nothing he could do for the girl, she has to survive on her own, find her own path, if she cannot, then she would pay with her life.

Again the image changed as he leaned away, placing a platter of fruit in front of him.

Kato watched the new image with fascination; the inu hanyou had his arms wrapped around the living carcass, hugging her clay body closer to his bloodied form. The inu lifted his hand cupping her face while pressing his lips onto hers. The kiss was sort lived as she pulled away from him to kneel down in front of him ready to please him one way she new how.

He looked away disgusted. Naraku's clay pot whore was to play the role of the fallen goddess. He looked more closely at the look alike; she looked akin to his mate-to-be, but no where near her heavenly presence. What disgusted him more was that the lifeless onna took the inu hanyou in a dark dank dungeon; she failed the role playing Kagome.

He was sure Kagome would never take advantage of the hanyou, nor would she take him in her mouth in a dungeon. The clay pot was acting more like herself and less like his fallen goddess. The scent of her decaying thing used for a body was a dead giveaway, the only reason Inu Yasha didn't know it was her was due to the dead carcasses in the next cell obscuring her smelling body.

Come to think of it, Kagome would never let anyone touch her with a dead body in the same room. Kato gave off a laugh; a demoness would be a better substitute then the clay bitch.

He slipped his hand into the fruit tray, picking up a batch of grapes, one by one he lowered the fruit to his mouth. He ignored the scene playing out in front of him preferring to chew the delicious fruit in his mouth.

He raised his hand over the flames manipulating the fire, watching as the water changed the scene set before him.

Kato fixed his eyes on the water, before him was his beautiful mate-to-be, she was dressed in a traditional kimono made of silk with a white and red geometric design.

She was playing with the human child, picking flowers and making them into rings. They had flower rings atop their heads wearing them like crowns, while they used others for necklaces and bracelets; they were the very embodiment of flower children.

Kato's mind flashed, he pictured himself with Kagome in a grand room filled with white and blue silk covering the walls and a huge bed in the center of the room. Blue pillows were piled on top of the bed with white swan designs scattered around them. His mate curled into his side with her arms and legs wrapped around his body. They were breathing hard and gasping for air. The woman in his arms pressed her naked flesh closer to his own drawing in more body heat. He seen himself making love to his desired mate, making her scream and panting for more.

His mind flashed again, this time he seen Kagome full with his child happily cradling her bulging stomach, but was brought back to reality when he seen the demon lord enter the picture.

How he despised the demon, he had his mate in his care while she should be in his arms.

Kato threw the empty branch of grapes across the room and placed the platter of fruit aside. He allowed his haori to slip off of his upper torso as he sat up, the forien clothes fit him well, but at times he found himself preferring his homelands' garments to the loose baggy attire of Japan.

He glanced back into the basin, what he found he did not like. His anger grew within him, his eyes turned away from the picture he found utterly detestable. He lifted his hand over the blue flames and the vision dissolved into clear water.

"Stoicheio!" He let out a growl.

A black translucent figured shifted out of the shadows and knelt in front of him. "Yo deman' fur may."

"Bring this message to Naraku, he'll know what to do." With that said Stoicheio faded into the background.

Kato stood up while untying his obi letting it fall to the ground. The material of his hakama slowly slid down his body and falling into a heap around his feet. He stepped out of them gracing the darkness with his perfectly scalped physique.

"Humm." A famine voice purred. "For a titan you have the body of a god!" The woman materialized behind him brushing her body right against his while placing one of her hands on his naked chest while the other groping his behind. "Its been a long time Kato." She licked his ear.

"What is it you want?" He bit out.

"Is that how you greet your lover?" The goddess sniffled as if hurt by his comment.

"ex-lover, Discord, we haven't been together in centuries." He removed the loin cloth from his lower body now revealing his fully naked form.

"Only because of that stupid bitch of a goddess. If it wasn't for her you would still be mine!" She slid her hand from his chest down to his lax manhood giving it a genital squeeze.

Faster than the speed of sound he slammed her against the wall of the cave, his left hand clutching her throat while a yari was clasped in his right.

"Remind me why I broke it off with you?" His grip on her throat tightened.

"C-cause I." She panted for breath. "I sent her into the whom of a moral woman."

"And that is exactly why you disserve this." He thrust the yuri through her gut enjoying the sweat sound of her anguished scream.

"You fool, I am a goddess, I cant die..." Her face became panicked when she didn't feel her flesh rejuvenate around the wound.

"Discord, I am disappointed in you. You don't seem to recognize this spear. It is called Enochos spear of Thrace. It has the ability to kill an immortal." He than turned the yuri slightly to the left and roughly pulled it out.

"Good bye my dear, say hello to Hades for me." Kato whispered into her ear.

The naked titan moved away from the half-dead goddess letting her slump to the floor. Her blood smeared over his body creating a fascinating illustration.

He turned from the dieing body littering his cavern floor and stepped towards the steaming warmth of the hot spring. Once finished washing his body of the unique blood he allowed his imagination to wonder.

Greek

Enochos - Guilty

Stoicheio - ghost

Kato - Evil

Japanese

yuri - Spear

Onna - Woman

baka - fool, stupid, idiot

hanyou - half-demon

obi- is like a sash or a belt

haori - outer jacket

hakama - pants