The Fang of a Dog
A young man no older than eighteen rose when a chakra signature lit the candle beside his small bunk, long legs swung over the edge of the sheet and he proceeded to unwrinkle the bedding and dress appropriately for the tasks ahead.
This new body was still stiff but it was responsive enough.
Other beings much smaller than him shifted around him lifelessly keeping the makeshift palace polished, the teen watched with listless violet eyes and moved with more stealth, more vigor as if the mundane tasks were more than what they were.
Strong Lords of the Underground roamed aimlessly through the countless portals created in the dark halls of this magnificent castle.
The only one castle rivaling the great Inu-Fortress of the West back when the land was ruled by dogs.
A snake coming across old remains and having the perfect peculiar jutsu that sacrificed body and soul allowing him to open the forbidden channels of the dead.
And the immortal, both, unfortunately come hand in hand.
The jutsu reviving the castle walls and the Demons that once guarded it,
The young man whispered through the deep corridors and quickly followed the orders Lord Orochimaru hissed in his ear thru the earpiece.
But he was not doing this for the likes of a snake, no his new found and deeply seeded loyalty only lies in one place, the place his very blood called to, a powerful being so generous as to give him blood and gave him this new life.
Wide dead eyes stared up in wonder when his feet finally discovered the last room at the top of the tower.
Staring in eagerly into the grand silken bedroom lay a lithe body clad in black, his long braid unbound leaving long inky tresses splayed across scarlet sheets. His normally fierce onyx eyes were closed and he laid back looking confidently relaxed.
If there was such a thing.
The man opened his eyes feeling the warmth of the boys welcome, the steel in his gaze softened and he moved with unrivalled grace as strong arms lethargically lifted himself off the bed, black tresses tumbling around him.
"Hakudoshi, I have a very important mission for you."He purred, the Demon's voice deep and brassy.
"The young man dropped to one knee and bowed his head low letting long violet hair cover his face almost as if in complete reverence.
'I am at you're service, Lord Jajuka,"
The air was still and the area much like a field in its openness, Sesshoumaru had just arrived from his perimeter run more out of habit than actual caution.
In his absence his human had decided to preoccupy herself.
He watched in a mild trance as she preformed her family Katon, the plasm shifting steadily as her aura glowed from her palms forcing concentrated youkai into the air.
One lethal strike from her could lead him straight to the Underworld and she wouldn't even have to touch him.
Suddenly her form shifted into moves like a dance her body like liquid as she twisted and twirled shooting finely sharpened youkai in all directions. He had never seen in all his life a being (mortal and immortal alike) with the ability to control youkai so precisely and so powerfully that she could use her whole body as a conduct.
Even he, Lord Sesshoumaru could only dispel his personal youkai thru his fingertips relying heavily on the more traditional style of fighting. Her nimble limbs acting as a conductor with seductive movements and provocative curvations triggering when and where her deadly strikes would land.
And triggering a very primal need in Sesshoumaru, heat spread though his body like wild fire watching her.
It was almost taboo.
Something akin to pride settled in his chest, his human was a finely tuned warrior.
And a Beautiful one at that.
"Hinata," He beckoned to her in his low timer voice.
Her reaction was immediate the Hyuga's form ending gracefully, smiling before she even turned to acknowledge him.
That was the first time he had used her name.
Predictably Hinata's cheeks went red and she badly just watched to look down and twiddle her thumbs. Things were still a little intense for Hinata if she were being completely honest. For so long now, her heart sang for Naruto and for all of it to change in an instant knocked her off her feet like the ground wasn't even there and the sun got replaced by the moon.
Memories still to fresh to look at clearly.
The horrid children, Kiba's convulsions as she almost lost him and the sting of a fine tipped needle. the retched pain ripping her to shreds a torment that she relives in her dreams at times, the moment she was violently yanked from her life and plunged into the land of souls.
Naruto almost being a wondering memory now, someone she painfully couldn't have and always out of reach. Hinata still couldn't help but mourn her first love.
Her family and lifetime as a Shinobi of the Leaf, her life as an Heiress to the Hyuga and Love for the friends she had made.
A flash of a dark tawny gaze caused her eyes to flicker to the ground reminiscing the lazy memory of clouds on a late afternoon.
She knew in the very pit of her stomach that she would never have it again.
Hinata's impetuous infatuation was so tender and so sudden she had no time to adjust, she never felt so reckless! But the moment she opened her eyes from her nightmare she knew what had happened not needing her Byakugan to see it.
But rather feel it.
He had claimed her, Sesshoumaru's chakra was different, more pure and natural as it hummed through her body so significantly her chest positively glowed when he was just in the general vicinity.
She was terrified by the cacophony of emotions and too soon of a something she just couldn't name.
As if reading her thoughts a strong gentle hand cupped her cheek his thumb caressing the side of her face in reassurance for her and for him.
The ego in his swelling just a little when she innocently leaned into his palm his heart speeding up just a touch when glistening lilac eyes gazed up at him in uncertainty making his chest tighten painfully.
He had never felt this way either, the ten thousand year old demon being equally as inexperienced as the slip of a girl in front of him.
An eld heart unused to beating so fast.
Sure when in his prime youth he had many chances with prim wealthy demonesses but he simply had no room to worry about carnal desires in the wake of a shattering war.
So nothing could have prepared him for the hold this moon eyed girl had on him, her gentle fingers holding a piece of him that no one else has, she was the one thing keeping him from going to a place so dark he never wanted to see again.
Not with her by his side.
Instead of saying it, the electric current between the two was all the communication they needed. Hinata feeling overwhelmed hid her tears and bravely stepped forward into his welcoming embrace feeling a sense of homecoming that she has in truth, never experienced before.
Burying her small nose in the silk of his Kimono and clutched the fabric tighter, two lonely beaten hearts slowly starting sing a different tune.
Hinata still couldn't help but feel so sullied compared to this beautiful creature, dirty and petty in contrast to his ethereal glow.
How her life has come to this, Hinata would never know, she was falling steadily in love with a Demon Lord.
She blushed hard when she flipped the words around and nearly fainted!
'Am I a Demon's Lover?' The idea was so Ludicrous she would have laughed at herself is she weren't being held so intimately in the arms of one.
Still not having any idea what this was or what she possibly could be to him? Sent her mind reeling, she felt dizzy and unstable nothing familiar about him all she knew was the essence commingled between them now was palpable, she wouldn't be able to walk away even if she wanted to. Did he feel the same? Do Demon's feel? With no words Sesshoumaru reached to her again, gently prying her away from growing insecurities and back into his arms.
And she always knew when they were on the move now, carefully his large hand scooped her just under her knees and she instinctively curled into him as he lifted her purposefully to his chest.
Sesshoumaru for one reason or another has taken to carrying Hinata wherever they went, it was not out of real necessity but more along the lines that the Demon admittedly could not go very long without a heavy craving to touch her, coddle her.
The feel of her aura so reactive to his own, every movement every emotion was so intense and intoxicating that within a fort night Sesshoumaru was completely and utterly consumed.
Suddenly overcome by the warmth of her body the Demon fiercely nuzzled into her neck, growling when her soft scent invaded his senses pressing his edacious lips to her skin. Making Hinata burst into an unexpected giggle.
The Demon Lord smiled in unalloyed levity enjoying the tinkling sonancy he had elicited. Getting ready to pull away he pressed his lips at the base of her throat, relishing the sheer softness a pulse of primal instinct made his irises into crimson for a moment.
His heart stopped when lithe supple fingers brushed across his collar bone stroking the length of his neck lovingly and finally settling gently in his hair and along his scalp.
"L-lord Sesshoumaru." She whispered in his ear the small pressure disallowing him to move away from her. His small smile molded into a full Fanged grin against her delicate flesh evoking a soft whimper and suddenly it was too much.
His hungry mouth placing wet hot kisses along her throat so ravenous he groaned when she arched perfectly in his arms submitting to him wantonly her fingers tangled in his hair not daring to let him go. For if she let him go, she was terrified that he would disappear and this would be some kind of sick dream but all thought process soon left the building.
Gasping loud when fangs nipped into her delicate skin sending electricity down her spine and intense heat gathered in her core,
The Demon made a low noise in the back of his throat that made Hinata tighten her hips, her heart hammering in her ears and delicious anticipation guiding now hasty movements.
Sesshoumaru nuzzled into midnight hair and up along her jaw to rest his lips near her ear, letting warm breath trickle the soft lobe.
"Be careful, my Hime..." Sesshoumaru purred. "You don't know what you ask of me.." He moaned her human emotions erratic and overheated, needing release.
Immediately.
Sesshoumaru was burning for her, his need infectious as Hinata melted for him.
Just earlier she was a shy little kitten now, he smirked she was haunting little vixen, he knew her issues with physical contact, having to coax her out of her shell just so he could carry her! But she had to know what she was doing to him!
He pulled back to gaze into pearlescent lavender irises sparkling in the tenderness she already held him in, his molten gaze rivaling that of the sun as he found a new life, new hope.
And a new Love he has never experienced.
Not caring anymore what was right and what was wrong not flinching away from the small wonderful voice that encouraged him to follow the sun.
Hinata's universe shifted to one the moment soft firm met hers in an eternal promise.
The heat exploded and she felt primal when her lips moved in sync with his, the once curse mark in her chest now flourished her body in warmth and affection as the demon who claimed her devoured her petal oft lips.
Her fingers feeling all of what he would allow, his silvery hair the skin of his throat and collar bone, Hinata wanted all of him no one else was ever going to touch him the way she is now.
Feeling daring and excited her tongue slipped thru her lips to graze his creamy skin, he moaned darkly pressing into her harder his tongue immediately meeting hers in exotic swirls. Her whimpering became more heated and needy his growls reverberating through his chest now doing wondrous things to the girl pressed against him.
Too abruptly they both nearly yanked away from each other sensing a strong chakra signature causing their blood to run cold when a hard gruff voice permeated the area. Sesshoumaru feeling complete dread at the all too familiar infuriating voice.
"Oi! What the hell do ya think you're doin' you horny bastard?!" Even in the manner of how he spoke was crass.
"And what do you're doing this close to the border?" Echoed another voice but calmer and from a farther distance.
Hinata could only squeak in indignation.
The ever present mist started to dissipate and clear out to reveal a tall figure dressed in black arms crossed as if he were judgment himself, his long silvery hair startlingly similar to her Demon Lord, except for very distinctive animal like ears laying flat against his head in irritation. Not only that but the same fierce golden gaze stared back at them looking as if her just itching for a fight.
A yard behind him a second figure dressed in white calmly strode toward them, Hinata gasped internally seeing as these newcomers seemed to be twins. Except this other strange man had pitch black hair and dark midnight irises carrying himself with a noticeably calmer and wiser aura.
"Hinata," Now placed solidly by Sesshoumaru's side, he gestured to the silver haired being first.
"This is Inochi (Life)." The man just nodding in curious recognition's to the obvious mortal soul even if her essence was sewn together with the purest of Youkai bloodlines. He could still see it, a subtle warmth that could only belong to a human.
Hinata still frazzled and mussed could only blush deeply, the memory of being caught doing something so inappropriate still too fresh.
Next her Demon Lord gestured to his right to the dark haired man, "And this is Shibou (Death)." The mans deep eyes had an eerie tranquility that unnerved her but he bowed and smiled politely enough.
"Once upon a time, these two were once my half brother."
Hinata could only stare blankly at Sesshoumaru's utter seriousness.
...Because that made sense.
In all her confusion Hinata couldn't help but notice twin sparkling jewels hanging around each of their necks, one defiled and the other pure.
"Inuyasha, meet Hinata."
Old habits die hard it seems.
Meanwhile
In the Land of the Living:
The report was due ten minutes ago! She was never known for tardiness especially when it came to her precious Hokage but Shizune couldn't bring herself to leave his bedside, the tremors subsided but the mark on his wrist grew more grotesque each violent episode.
This was no disease, this was mutation Shizune thought in disgust.
Just earlier he was talking fine, even making jokes at his expense but some sort of power flared violently on his mortal wound sending him into a violent frenzy.
Energy very distinctive in chakra nature but much more saturated and thick as it broiled through his chakra network.
Transforming him into something more beastly as K9's extended and his claws out and ready for a lethal strike. The atmosphere charged as if there were twenty pissed elite Shinobi instead of the lone restrained figure. Kiba felt the rip of new cells and energies forcibly pumping into his weak system up his arm and through his chest like static.
A violent spasm caused Kiba to gag on his tongue as the tremors wracked through his body mercilessly.
Shizune watched helplessly as he silently screamed, her shinobi heart quenching painfully.
And something happened that Shizune would never forget, the moment so clear and still she forgot to breathe. His heart rate had flat lined, the machines humming burst into alarms as his body shut down.
Kiba no longer had a beating heart,
Kiba was no longer a living being.
Shizune watched in horror and utter hopeless shock as his chest still moved rhythmically in slow bated breaths.
He should be dead, he is dead.
His heart had stopped and slowly without anyone knowing a dark dark energy seeped into it with reverence for new life. His blood no longer Inuzaka as it falsely pumped deliberate and pointed blood of a Great Demon War Lord from a time long ago when this land was ruled by raw power.
Shizune rushed to his side when he started to choke quickly she turned him to his side, gurgling than he spat up something that softly clattered to the floor.
The moment so clear and still she could only stare blankly still holding onto his shoulder, peering down in trepidation at a bloody tooth laying on the floor.
'What on earth is happening here?'