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Chapter 10: Revenge and Warnings
It was surprising what an Inu demon who had lost its pup was capable of. All of his strength was so focused on his pain and vengeance, the control he always had on his youki burst free and expanded itself. So strong was the once tightly leashed youki, it managed to hit against the walls of the room like a wrecking ball, destroying everything as easy as paper.
In an unprecedented event, a once ghostly and see through spirit manifested into a breathing and living being, with only the power of a great wave of youki. The grief stricken Lord of the West, as is his custom, took advantage of its moment of weakness and lunged. Claws wrapped around a slender throat and small feminine hands wrapped around a stripped wrist. Choking the small female, who had no chance against the great and feared Lord. All stories of his unmerciful nature were in her mind, reminding her of who she had, had the audacity to cross.
Kagome, still in a state of grief, turned to see what had so caused her Alpha to throw her away from him. There in the far end of the study, almost ten feet away from her, Sesshomaru had a woman who seemed familiar in an iron tight grip.
The small female was tightly grasping his wrist and was slowly, but surely turning an abnormal color. Even in the state she was in, she knew she could not allow him to harm an innocent bystander while he, himself, was also lost to grief. Shakily standing, grabbing onto the large desk next to her- to help her in her endeavor- she then made her way to the tensed form of her older brother.
"Aniki," her hoarse voice brought the red and feral eyes of the beast towards her. The jagged lines on his face were darker than she had ever seen and the pain that was there was something that would remain within her until her last breath.
"Aniki, I know that you're in p-pain," voice breaking, she swallowed convulsively before continuing once more. "But we have to deal with this in a different way."
Reaching her destination, she cautiously moved her hands towards the uncaged beast. His eyes followed her every move, but made no motion that he would attack her the moment she lay her hand on him. Placing her trust in that he would recognize pack no matter the circumstances, she raised her hand to his jagged marks. Ignoring the female presence, both Alphas of the Western clan, communicated in the only way that was truly needed-touch.
Beast and Miko in that moment were one in their shared pain and grief. The small blue-eyed woman-child soothed the agony the beast was in over losing not only a valued pack mate but his pup. The beast closed his eyes and allowed, for that moment in time to lay the reins of responsibility-of always having to be the strong one, to be the one to shoulder all and everything-into the small calloused hands of his pack mate and Alpha female of his pack. Pain filled blue-eyes widened in surprise at the whole trust the strongest person she knew, allowed himself to be seen as anything other than what he was, take comfort in his most devastating time.
In that instance the small woman-child, was given something that she would cherish and would protect with the same ferociousness she was not allowed to do when protecting her pup. Two souls would forever be bound in a way that it never would have if not for the unfair and callous twist of fate.
A small choking sound broke into the wonder-yet agonizing-moment to an end. The feral beast once more opened red eyes, anger and strength once more returning, as well as bloodlust.
"She will die," though guttural his words were understandable, letting her know that though his appearance was feral, her Aniki was in total control at that moment. "She is responsible."
Reiki powers exploded in the same manner that his youki had, eyes once blue flashed pink, before the returned to their normal color. A once expressive and happy countenance turned to that of cold-blooded killer, no known compassion was shown. A painful torture the only thing that seemed would be the only thing that would quench the thirst of revenge in her eyes.
"You are the one that murdered my son?" Her icy tone chilled Midoriko to the bone. She knew there would be consequences for her actions; she expected it. But what she never thought would occur was that she would plunge the holder of the Shikon to follow down the road of the youkai which she had long associated with, or that she would turn into a being that would fall in to the grasp of insanity. If at that moment they were to ask her what being she was more terrified of she would not be able to say with complete honesty who it was. Both were beings that had in mind things that would make those on the other end commit seppuku before risking the chance of being caught by them.
The claws that were once tight and restricting the airflow in to her lungs, now held her immobile for completely different reasons. There was enough for her to breathe in, seeing her chance she spoke rapidly.
"He's alive! Your son is alive, he's not dead."
A small whimper made it's way out of the female in front of her as she was raised and slammed into the wall once more.
"Explain yourself. Now."
"He is not dead, he is still alive."
"How?" Kagome's harsh voice broke into their conversation. "How is it possible that he is still alive when I saw him-"
Closing her eyes she turned away from the two, the vision of her son frozen-as still as the statue he had been turned into-was etched in to her mind. His face was that of anger and fear. Her son, her fearless and brave son's face had been filled with. She had not felt a single spark of his youki, of his aura, of his unique presence. It had been almost something out of those Grecian stories. And yet there had not been any medusa in sight, nothing to tell her what had happened.
"It is only part of the spell that I have cast upon this home for the short amount of time that I was to speak to the Lord of the West," her voice wavered for a moment before there was almost a questioning tone. "You were also supposed to be asleep for this time as well."
Sesshomaru's growl shook through the room. "You were going to do the same with my Imōto? You will pay for what you have done." Fingers dripping with poison arrowed towards the woman. A pink barrier got in between the two ancient's. The feral beast swung red colored eyes lined with fury to his pack mate. "Miko."
Not cowering at the look that had her pinned she bravely looked straight in to his eyes even when he demanded her submission. "Only she can undo the spell, if you kill her in this state we do not know if we will ever see our son-" a painful swallow accompanied her words. "Alive again."
The uncaged beast continued to look at her, running everything in his mind before he relented and unceremoniously dropped the woman to the floor. "Speak."
The two alphas of the Western lands looked at her, with a painful promise in their eyes.
"I have come to warn you Lord Sesshomaru of an upcoming danger to all the youkai and to the humans that are in the know."
Truth lined every word there was no deception. "How do we know that we can trust you after what you have done this night?" The alpha female demanded.
"I have seen the outcomes of all possibilities and the only one that has even a chance of triumph is letting you both know before the first happening."
"What 'first happening?' You will tell us what this whole thing is about!"
Letting her emotions get the best of her, Kagome began to let free on the reign of her reiki, making small burst of pink purification dance along her skin. It was an enchanting sight to those that had never seen something like this, which both of the Ancients had not. Even Sesshomaru that had been pushing the woman-child to her limits had not seen something of the like before. Her energy danced and sparked, lighting her features, making her appear ethereal, something out of the ordinary. "I have just lived through the most terrifying horrific thing in my entire life, I will not suffer through some half-assed warning that tells us nothing at all. There is always some type of danger for people like us, so you have to tell us what is really going on! You are out of your god-"
"Kagome."
Breathing in slowly she turned away in order to get herself under control. She let her Alpha continue on with the interrogation.
"My Imōto is correct in this. There is always danger to beings such as us. You will explain yourself to This One."
Standing proud, she looked like the woman who once fought against the hordes of demons that had once resulted in the conception of the Shikon Jewel. "I cannot. This is as much as I can."
"That's all you're going to tell us? You're not even going to tell us who or what is cause for your angst?"
"I cannot."
"How do we know that this is something serious?"
"It has been foreseen that if such events are to come, it could rival that of the destruction the evil hanyou would have wrought."
The truth of her words remained in the air. Power throbbed for a moment, as if it to prove that what was to come could be something that would either destroy or remake the world anew.
"So then what is the only warning that you can give us?" Sesshomaru's voice broke through the binding power easily. "If it is all you can say to us, the pain that we have suffered through is not enough for what you have told us."
They stared at one another, one with determination and the other wavering over the veracity of his words, and the pain she had witnessed from both parents of the kit. "There is not much I can tell you without there being grave consequences," she murmured, a sigh following. "But if you wish for success you must gather new and old allies, especially those that once fought alongside you to rid the world of the Shikon Jewel and the evil hanyou. It is imperative that you, Kagome, listen to the voices that will guide you in the quest of the truth of what really happened to the jewel."
"This all that you can tell us?"
"Yes."
Sesshomaru stared down the woman, seeing if there was a possibility that she would say something more significant, but her determination he saw there put a stop to those thoughts.
"Hn."
"So then there is nothing more that you need to do here?" Kagome's voice brought both of the Ancient's gazes to her.
"No. I came to warn the Lord of the West. My duty here is done."
"You will return my son to normal."
"As I will everyone that has been affected by the spell."
"Okay," she let out a small huff of breath, then with no warning she punched the once miko with a closed fist right in the middle of her face. The harsh crunch of a broken nose echoed through the study. The tall woman let out a cry at the sudden pain, clutching her injured nose with both hands were a dark liquid was slowly seeping out. With her reiki overshadowing her hands, Kagome threw the small orb at the woman making her once more ghostly and as dead as dead should be.
The blood that had seeped down evaporated as if it never was.
With a pop of displaced of air, Midoriko the creator of the Shikon Jewel, disappeared as fast as she had appeared.
"That felt really good."
A small huff came from the Lord of the West. Turning to face her Alpha she saw the down turn of his lips. And though he would deny it, it seemed almost as if he were pouting.
Shaking the throbbing in her hand she asked in a tremulous voice. "Are you proud Aniki?"
Looking at his Imōto he could see the eager look in her sapphire eyes overshadowed by the grief that still followed her even with the assurance that her son would be well once more.
"Hn." A small smile lit his lips.
As if by magic, sound returned and the feeling of auras brushed once more against Kagome, and feeling one in particular she rushed out the door to look for the one that had once seemed to be out of her reach in what seemed to be an eternity ago.
Her precious son, her little Shippō.
