What Never Should

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Summary: Review to Chapter 1.

Writing Style: Review to Chapter 1.

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Chapter 11. The Red Moon.

Wind, strong, enticing, powerful wind brushed through the trees, a mingle of black and white, dark and light, thrashed heavily against the thickness of the breeze, screaming out as it whipped and tangled in long strands. Malicious eyes of the deepest black pierced through the unknowing gave of the dullest grey-yellow.

A crust of hard white frost-ice layered the snow. It was so still in the coldest part of the forest hat you could hear a leaf – of those that were left – snap from the branch it hung on and it float to the ground and land with a light sweep of it’s cracked surface. The trees moaned sadly at the three souls that stood within their boundaries.

It was like eternity dripping endlessly into a lake that would waterfall over the edge of the earth and spray lightly into the atmosphere, creaking a crystal glow to emanate into the world from below as creature watched mystically at the display.

The eyes on eyes was far from mystical, the great lord of the western land, his long strained body and perfect white robes, his silky silver hair blowing around his face, a hand on his Tokijin sword, ready to strike. The enemy, black hair as dark as night itself, like a crow nesting in the shadows, hands tucked neatly under his baboon skinned attire, smile like s slik spill of oil slicing into his palish complection.

The two stared, their bodies calm and at ease yet their eyes showed their rage, burning fitfully at one another, like hells fire spewing molten rock at them, trying to burn one another with their fierce gazes. The demon, which resided behind the western lord, looked on, his glance never once leaving the dark haired, baboon man.

The moon, it’s orangy texture just rising over the curves of the mountains far to the east, stung the pink and purple cloud cover like s spear through elephant flesh. It reflected the rage in both males eyes, the sting of the blind and the hiss of the well sought. A silver lining etched quarter sphere, it’s shape that of the crescent moon on the western lords soft forehead.

It was like eternity, staring at one another, neither moving nor speaking, their bodies like statues o the falling day and residing night. The world, in between it’s prime. Not quite the nigh, and not quick the falling day from before. It was between, hanging almost like a stopped time period, freezing the world with it’s cold glaze. The moon seemed to be afraid to rise, and the sin fearing to fall into darkness.

A cloud rolled across the rising quarter sphere, the crescent moon, and shadowed the world, the glow of the dying sun bursting through the hissing cloud cover. It was at this time, that the two demons seemed to move, their bodies gliding over the snow, never once touching it as they came into contact, claws drawn and ready.

A glow of light, like that of a piercing lazer, flashed through the air, cutting through the clouds, making a perfect circular hole. The sound cam afterward, like a bomb going off, first the wave of wind and then the explosive sound. They growled at one another, hissing angrily as they separated by a mere inch and coming together again, eyes pierced with the highest point of rage.

The white haired demon, his eyes fixed where the scent of his enemy was produced, grabbed the back of the black haired half-demon and growled at him, jumping into the air before hurling him back toward the earth, a sickening crunch and the splatter of snow exploding outward as a giant crater formed around the crashing demon.

Blood latched onto the crystals of snow, making it pink as it dropped tot he ground, dust floating into the cold air forcefully chilling and falling quickly. The lord landed opposite the crater, staring with an unfocused approach on his other, the hanyou still standing nearest the tree, yellow eyes down in the crater watching as the black haired demon seemed to become paralyzed in death.

Their eyes locked, a crooked smile etching its way onto the supple face of the lover, stepping away from the tree and walking around the crater slowly, the eyes of his mate following his steps, catching the scent as he walked. They came together, standing to face one another. They did not touch, did not kiss, but merely stood, eyes poised.

“It was to simple.”

“He looks dead to me...”

“Do not let the scent of ones blood fool you, InuYasha.”

“He is not dead?”

“No, merely faking.”

“Then I shall finish this.”

A long, silver fang rose from within the small sheath at the hanyou’s side, his dog ears flat to his silver mane. He turned to the crater, stepping forward a step to look down into the large opening in the earth. It was quiet, the only sound was of the crunching feet on the hard snow. The dust within the hole seemed to float like a mist.

The long fang was raised, yellow eye staring downward, watching, knowing. A hand, followed by a face appeared, face bloodied like no other, making the hanyou demon gasp, tripping backward as claws of black poison ripped through the rat skinned haori. Pain, was all that was felt, tearing through the soft skin.

The clouds, shifted from the moon, it’s red crescent hanging limply in it’s low position in the sky, the sun now fully submerged below the black mountains in the distance. Few stars twinkled, obviously seeing the young hanyou attacked and were ashamed to glow down on him.

Like blood, the moon seemed enrage, boiling with hatred. That was how the lord felt, his mate, the one he had chosen, falling into his arms. The hanyou looked stunned, eyes teary as he turned his focus to his elder sibling, choking back his words, crimson dripping from the creases of his parted lips.

A red glow adorned the lords greyish eyes, turning his gaze northward to the demon standing before him, smirking triumphantly as his hand dripped the essence of the lords lover. He wiped his hand on the baboon robe he wore and stepped slower and then took two steps back. His guard was up, staring cautiously at the lord who had turned his gave downward again.

“Hold on, InuYasha.”

The lord bit into his own wrist, splitting a vein and placing it against the hanyou’s lips, whispering instructions to suck form his life and gain a minimal amount of strength. The small male, though weak, was able to nod and lap the blood leaking from the wound, lying back when strength decided to fate him weak and he slumped against the lords white kimono.

“Do you not know what the night is, Naraku?”

The demon spider stepped back again, glaring at the lord that knelt before him, eyes downcast, watching as the hanyou rubbed his head against his chest and breathed easily, though his wound would not cease its horrid bleeding.

“What do you mean, do I know what night it is?”

A smile quirked the western lords lips. “Well, since you do not know...” His eyes flashed upward, their pupils dilated, a red hue, darker than the deepest crimson, flashed in his poison orbs, almost screaming at him. “I shall show you...”

The hanyou was placed on the ground with such softness and the lord rose, stepping over his injured lover in a protective stance. His hands twitched, the cracking of his bones sickeningly loud as he began to growl low. He bared his fangs as they grew from his mouth, his body beginning to rise, bones snapping loudly as they accommodated his new growing height.

His flecks of hair spurted from the lords nose at it grew outward like a snout, long jaws snapping dangerously, his eyes narrowing out and becoming blood red, save for the black pupil which was becoming farther dilated. He fell forward, heavy paws landing like heavens thunder onto the snowy forest floor, his long tongue lolling from his open jaws, a long tail flaring as his body stretched higher, expanding to his new form.

“If this is what the moon does to you, it is nothing I have no seen,” Naraku’s shrill hiss of a laugh broke out as he spoke.

A quick smirk adorned the dog-lords lips, his long white fangs glittering at the spider demon. Naraku’s laughter slowly to a stop, stepping back as he watched the lord grow even larger, far beyond the size he was supposed to be. He snarled, his face growling larger, body reaching above the highest tree.

The spider demon grimaced, stepping back again and again as the dog demon began to grow, his eyes poised on the growing moon. How the lord had known it was the night of the red moon was unknown, but he somehow had felt it and knew it was time he showed his true form to the demon spider and his brother below him.

The dog demon’s eyes widened dramatically, a pained howl escaping his open jaws as blood spurted from his back, making him collapse onto the ground, his face barely missing the small form of his enemy below him. His tail draped softly over his brothers form, hiding the hanyou from the spiders every-watchful sight.

A bone, long, thin and hollow, exploded from within the dag demons back, making him whimper. He knew it would be painful, but not this painful. He bit down on his flared tongue, holding back the cries as two, large, white furred and feathered wings exploded outward, pushing trees down as they expanded from his back, casting darkness down among the trees and spider demon.

Finally, it was over. The pain had passed and the western lord stood to his full height, turning to the moon and barking at it loudly, clawing the ground. He lifted his head and sniffed the air before howling, rising onto his haunches and lifting his head tot he skies. He crashed back down to the earth, his paws creating massive shake as the ground cracked below his feet.

“So, this is the true form of the great lord, Sesshomaru,” Naraku sneered.

A low growl warned him to be silent, stepping closer to the demon and lower his massive head, his glittering fangs exposed to show their known ability to crush a large mountain. Naraku took yet another step back, his face showing nothing but uncertainty.

With the swiftest of movements, the inu taiyoukai lifted the spider demon into his jaws, tossing him into the air and jumping after him, large wings extended to their fullest, a loud snarl escaping his large canine jaws. He jumped, wings beating once as he approached the soaring demon, his large wing slamming into the back of the spider and sent him sprawling to the forest floor, a large cloud of dust rising up from the world below.

The miasma swirled, the wasps lifting from around the forest acres. The inu taiyoukai howled to the red moon, his large crescent poised on the top of his head pulsating with strength and brutality. He landed on the ground, his body hunching as he crashed down, lifting his head tot he lone crescent and howling to hit.

The hanyou watched in fascination. His brother... was so beautiful. The long, silky wings of perfect silver arching on his back to resting lightly against the mused hair of his fur body. The lord shook his head, his white fur dancing as snow was tossed from the hidden recesses of the thick mass of white.

“So beautiful...”

The lord turned his eyes on the hanyou, looking him up and down with his eyes. InuYasha wondered if his brother could see in that form. His question was answered when his brother lowered his nose and sniffed him, taking in his familiar scent. He growled.

‘What?’ InuYasha thought. ‘Why is he growling at me?’

The lord took a step forward, sniffing the hanyou more, his upper lips lifting to show of his long canines, the smell of Naraku pulsating from the wound on the hanyou’s swelled chest. The growling didn’t stop, rumbling low in the demon dogs stomach, fear rising in the golden orbs of the hanyou before him.

“Sesshomaru, it is me,” the hanyou whispered.

Another residing growl.

“Please, Sesshomaru, what is wrong?”

The demon barked, his muzzle so close to the hanyou’s dog ears it practically deafened him. He whimpered, crawling backward as his brother advanced, eyes piercing into his very soul, hissing at him to move farther and farther, making him want to attack more and more. It was alluring, in the dog demons scent, to smell his prey backing off. It just made him want to attack it more.

The voice in his ear, pleading for him to stop, sounded so familiar, but he trusted his scent for more than he did his ears. Hearing ones voice was different from ones scent. An enemy could easily mimic ones voice. It was their scent that gave away who they were. He growled, warning the enemy to be silent.

The hanyou was in fear, his entire body quivering as the large winged dog demon approached him, taking very small steps, his paws barely rising above the ground. His head never left the hanyou’s his cold nose mere inches from the hanyou’s delicate cheeks. He shivered, feeling hot breath wash over him, a rumbling from within the demon sounding ever more deadly.

“Please...”

The hanyou could not finish his sentence, his brothers long snout coming in close contact to ripping his head clean off. The long fangs snapped on air, a silver hair flittering from between the long canines. The half-demon slunk away, jumping behind a tree and holding his wound, his body shaking with fear.

A snarl resounded from behind him, the tree bending at the branches as his brothers weight ripped the large oak from the root, tearing it up, pieces of earth stuck to it’s long wet roots. He snarled, throwing the tree high and going in for another attack.

InuYasha barely missed being a feast for his confused brother, the long teeth sinking deep into the ground, pulling up grass and weeds. Thick wet soil dripping form the wet nose and white fur. The hanyou jumped farther, running for the trees and diving under a large bush, his breath rippling in his throat, his mouth dry and papery.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

The scent of Naraku wafted, for the first time, in the hanyou’s nose, very close to him. He growled, looking around and behind himself, hoping to see the spider half-demon residing somewhere near. The scent was so strong, as if Naraku was right on top of him. He looked up, but saw nothing. The scent, so vibrant, so strong, was intoxicating.

‘Where is he?’

InuYasha growled, turning again, the sound of his brothers growling breath and heavy paws brushing through the trees like a ghost through a wall. Taking a breath, InuYasha slid from his cover, looking up quick to make sure his brother hadn’t seen him and slid under another brush of weeds, covering his scent.

Naraku’s heavy aroma still hung right over him, like he was Naraku himself and Naraku was he. It dawned on him, a brick colliding with his head as the known feeling sink in. He wasn’t Naraku, but Naraku’s blood was on him from the hole in his chest. He swallowed, knowing he would have to break for a run to escape his elder brothers dangerous hunt.

‘I need to make it to the river...’

He broke from the shrubbery, streaking across the small path through the trees and over another large bush, branches lashing his face and clothes as he ran, his breath coming out in short weaves as his strength diminished from the wound. He heard his brother bark and the thunder of his paws on the ground, his movements much faster the that of the hanyou.

A break in the trees signaled he was nearing the river, just a few more feet. He pushed harder, tongue lolling like a dog out an open window as he kicked his body to move faster, the thundering of his brothers large feet closing in with every one-half stride he took. The trees broke, the moons red glow washing down on them. A paw swiped across the rocks, knocking the hanyou down and sent him tumbling heavily into the rocks.

InuYasha moaned, rolling onto his back, eyes tightly closed. He opened his starry orbs to star up into the white face of his brothers demon form, teeth bared. His back and neck felt paralyzed, and he tried to move. He couldn’t. He was paralyzed. It was over, he would die by the hands – or paws – the one he loved so dearly.

Hot breath tickled his face, making him shudder fearfully. His brothers claws racked over the front of his kimono, digging deep into the fabric and cutting into his skin. He grunted painfully as the claws descended down his legs and rose from his skin only to be dragged across again.

He opened his clouded eyes once more, his brothers head rising to the moon and crying out a long low howl that ended in a snarling bark. His eyes turned downward again and it almost looked like the youkai lord was smiling triumphantly by the way his lips curled up over his teeth and gums.

His jaws opened and his mouth descended, the hanyou below him tensing, eyes wide with fear, the reflection of the dog screaming in his yellow orbs. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, only stare. The fangs grew closer, and death, was standing near, smirking victoriously.

‘Miroku... Sango... Kagome... Help me...’