Get Bent

I don’t anything Inuyasha

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Scowling at the group below him, Naraku shot woody tentacles in every direction, five extra to the laughing, red-clad hanyou.

Kagome stared down the disgusting appendage heading to impale her, jumping when certain it couldn’t change directions… and suddenly found herself thirty feet above ground.

“Whoa…” It was effortless. The youkai adrenaline flowed through her naturally, heightening her control and perception of the world as if waking for the first time. Slashing away tentacles with ease, she couldn’t help but smile down at her enemy.

However, it was nothing compared to what happened to her next, when Inuyasha unsheathed Tetsusaiga.

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Kagome descended to the ground, seeing Tetsusaiga as Sesshoumaru always had. With its fang twin shaking at ‘his’ hip, the huge blade pulsed and glowed, calling for Tensaiga’s release. They beat and danced together. It was beautiful, and Kagome had to fight to focus. The blades wished to be in harmony. Tetsusaiga desired to fight together. But mostly, it called out to both brothers simultaneously.

The sword of the Earth stimulated ‘Sesshoumaru’s’ senses, but it truly called out to his own relocated soul.

The blades together were a link to their father; neglected by their reciprocated hate for one another.

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‘Sesshoumaru’ was shaken from her admiration by a stronger attack, and the petulant yammering from her best friend towards ‘him’.

“Get the hell out of my way!”

Kagome was used to him shoving her to safety, but this was different… for both of them. Inuyasha was proving himself, but she didn’t need to be protected. Kagome was now in possession of things much stronger than Inuyasha, and she could help.

But, she had to “think Sesshoumaru” and unsuccessfully “Hnnnn’ed” while unsheathing Bakusaiga, its pulse dangerously stimulating.

Inuyasha muttered curses and Kagome, empowered, vowed to never hide and be powerless again.

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Kagome felt that she could pull off walking like Sesshoumaru, talking like Sesshoumaru, even being a snob like Sesshoumaru… but fighting?

OhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrap!

Narauku’s attacks were strong and fast, even for increased senses. The adrenaline was quickly losing effect to the realization that she had no training; no matter what body her soul was occupying at the moment.

Any lesser being would shamefully crumble from watching themself “Eep” and swing a katana around while closing their eyes, but Sesshoumaru was not a lesser being.

Creatures as high as he won regardless of form, and he quickly reached for the miko’s weapon.