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The Devil Conquers the Weak
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inu Yasha, which makes me cry on the inside. ;-;
AN: Thank you very much for everyone who reviewed!
To Geneihonsho: I know, lol. But it’s all good. It’s a new section for Inuyasha, so I wasn’t expecting too many reviews just yet. But I’m hoping more will be rolling in soon. ^.^
To Ann and BrownRecluse: Glad you both like it! Hope you like the second chapter just as much. ^.^
To GothPunkerGrl: Hehehe, I’m pretty sure there are other Taisho/Kagome fictions in the General section, but it’s so hard to find them. x.x; I do know of one offhand that I think is pretty good so far. It’s called Forever May Never Come, and I think it’s been bumped back to the third page of the General section if you’re interested in reading it. ^_^
Anyway, thank you all for the support on this story! ^_^
EDIT::: Oops! I'm so sorry about that! I could have sworn I fixed that mistake earlier. Anyway, let me know if it happens again, and the next chapter should be up pretty soon. ^_^
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Chapter II: The Devil Conquers the Weak
The current demon lord of the west glided through the forest with a majestic air. His squawking servant fumbled with Ah-Un’s reins until he crashed into his lord’s calf. Looking down, a mildly irritated Sesshomaru glared at the kappa demon, and if it weren’t for more pressing matters on his mind, he would have punished his servant for being so unaware.
“Jaken. Take Rin into the heart of the West.”
Jaken’s large yellow eyes widened as he began a series of ramblings and bows.
“B-But my lord! Please allow this lowly Jaken to assist you in your mission!”
“Jaken.”
The name, so subtly spoken with nay an emphasis, was enough to halt the toads sniveling and groveling. Seeing no amusement in his lord’s golden gaze, he quickly banned the thought of speaking against the mighty dog demon. Whatever was wrong in the world, Lord Sesshomaru was determined to face it alone. Jaken’s eyes welled up in tears as he convinced himself mentally that Lord Sesshomaru did indeed care for his servant’s well being. Without further hesitation, Jaken turned towards Ah-Un and looked up at the tiny girl sleeping on the dragon’s back. He guided the two away, where the three of them would be most safe.
Sesshomaru’s gaze pointed ahead, testing his options. Whatever that surge was, wasn’t natural by even a demon’s state. His eyes narrowed as he started forward, catching the pulse of his brother’s aura. So…Inuyasha has also felt the power. I wonder… Closing his eyes, he felt for his brother, trying to determine where the hanyou was headed. With an inaudible sigh, Sesshomaru resided to search out the massive power that had announced itself so close to his lands rather than trail behind his half brother’s rag-tag team. Sadly, the disorder he sensed neared the edge of his lands, causing a grading sensation to cross over his nerves. An attack on his lands, no matter how close to the neutral borders that varied along his territory, was still an attack on his lands, and therefore, a direct insult upon his person.
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Kagome settled onto the ground, unrolling her sleeping bag and ready for some well earned rest. Shippo was in the middle of finishing his fish, desperately trying to guard the last few scraps from the voracious appetite that was Inuyasha. A loud smack resounded through the forest, followed by a “Pervert!” and a woman stomping away to sit next to Kagome. Sango glared at Miroku, and if a human could growl, she probably would have done so. The monk in question held his hand to his stinging cheek with a dreamy look on his face, deeming the feel of Sango’s rear being well worth the pain of the action.
Deciding to break the silence, Kagome looked over at Sango.
“Hey, Sango, would you mind going with me to the hot springs?”
Jumping at the chance to put some distance between herself and the monk’s roaming hand, Sango nodded lightly, smiling at the thought of a relaxing soak. After grabbing Kirara, they made it to the hot springs, both women practically giddy over the soothing feel of the water over their sore muscles and tender feet. Kagome began her cleaning ritual, Sango borrowing some supplies, but both were utterly silent. At first glance to any stranger, one would think it was a comfortable silence between sisters, but something was amiss. There was a tension of an unknown threat. Something was wrong, terribly wrong, yet neither woman could quite place what the problem was.
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He hadn’t been alive for 24 hours, yet he found himself outside of a burning village. The demon lord of the past looked on, marveling in horror at the results of Naraku’s conquest. The various jewel shards embedded in his body were slowing down his natural healing abilities, yet provided him with the power to move about. The ending result was he being a weapon for Naraku’s evil. He was powerful enough to destroy many, yet still without the power of the shards, his life would end; a prospect that he would have welcomed if he had enough strength to disable the blasted jewel fragments. For the umpteenth time, Sugimi curses the creation of such a despicable item. Unable to bring forth enough power to rid himself of the shards and this wretched existence Naraku deemed his new life, he watched in disbelief as his claws sliced through a crying widow and her child. Sadly, he knew she was a widow for one reason. As Naraku advanced the dog demon puppet towards the unsuspecting village, he cut through a married man who merely was trying to defend his home.
A dream…no; a nightmare was being wrought onto this village before his very eyes, and he was too weak to even stop it. On top of that, he recognized many of the faces as descendants of past servants. In the end, he concluded that the humans he was mauling and the village he was burning were settled on the very edge of the Western Lands. So, Naraku hopes for me to destroy my eldest son first. I have got to break free soon! Cowardly as it would seem, he allowed his mind to go numb at that last thought, trying desperately to drown out the cries of his next victim that Naraku had forced upon him. It was a woman, though not high in status, her face reminded him of his beloved Izayoi. A pair of doe brown eyes looked up at him, pleading for his mercy as her arms reached up in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable. He could smell the tears and fear of the woman who bore such an unbelievable resemblance to his lost love and life mate. His claws were brought down, tearing through flesh and bone, ridding the poor woman of her life, and for once in many upon many centuries, the great Dog Demon of the West trembled. Trembling in anger, self-hatred, pity, and above all, fear. If the jewels hindered his natural healing for too long, so many lives would be lost, so many memories would haunt him, and so many regrets would weigh down his immortal soul.
His mind came into focus when he heard the screams of a man, seemingly the father or grandfather of the woman he had just killed. Seeing the older man, he felt his fangs lengthening, ready for another attack. Before his mind could register Naraku’s commands on his body, his teeth sank into the man’s arm, his claws in the man’s leg. Just as suddenly as he was wordlessly ordered to attack, he felt himself retreating in a cloud of miasma, compliments of Naraku.
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A soul stealer floated through the grass, slithering through the blades with the ease and elegance that mirrored their mistress. The transparent serpents quite obviously trailed close enough to Inuyasha to gain his attention. When the demon snakes saw that the half breed was alone, they ventured further to gain his full attention. Immediately, Inuyasha hurried to see the woman that captured his heart half a century ago. His ears swiveled about, trying to hear her in his approach before his eyes could meet what he deemed was her beauty.
Miroku had been sneaking through the forest to see his beloved demon slayer, and maybe catch a glimpse of an all too pure priestess, but was having problems in his mission since a certain fox kit was tagging behind him.
“Now Shippo, you should be staying with the camp to protect it, not following me.”
“Why? Afraid I’ll pick up on your bad habits?”
Shippo’s piercing green eyes looked up at Miroku who merely gave a sheepish grin, reaching up to scratch the back of his head innocently.
“W-Why Shippo, what is so wrong about wishing to protect Sango and…”
The monk’s words trailed off as he watched Shippo, the kit obviously distracted by something.
“I smell blood, Miroku. A lot of it.”
Miroku frowned, taking the kit onto his shoulder, and allowed the young demon to guide him to the troubles. Calling over his shoulder, he knew he was close enough for Sango and Kagome to hear his warning about trouble ahead. Not waiting for the girls to get out of the hot springs to join him, he hurried towards the edge of the forest at Shippo’s discretion, stopping a few yards away from where the dense shrubbery met with an open field at the sound of a whimper. Cautiously, Miroku followed the soft sound that was now becoming an open sob of desperation. Moving aside a few branches of a berry bush, he noticed an older man, or what could be recognized as one. The monk’s stomach started to churn at the sight before him, quickly removing his robe to cover the man up. At the movement and the feel of a heavy cloth on his skin, the olde man went into a panic, half expecting the demon to finish the job. Noticing it was instead a young man, a monk at that, the decrepit form slumped in near defeat.
“Run boy. Run before it tears you limb from limb.”
His voice trembled as Miroku still tried to grasp the situation. This man was quite literally missing an arm and a leg. How he was still living baffled the monk to no end.
“Sir, what happened to you?”
“A demon! A demon attacked…attacked our village. I couldn’t…I could…..I tried…I couldn’t protect my daughter…I tried….”
Miroku watched in pity as the man rambled on about his daughter and how he tried to save her. His ramblings went on when Sango and Kagome finally caught up with a distraught Miroku, a dying man, and a tearful Shippo. Both of the women gasped at the sight, Sango breeching through the foliage to see the damage beyond what the trees were hiding. In the short distance between the forest and the village, the sight before her caused her to step back. Buildings were burning, bodies littered the outer walls of the village were people were obviously trying to escape and failed just as miserably. Miroku gave a heavy sigh, announcing the olde man had finally bled to death, and not entirely wanting to see the carnage that was ahead. It seems a woeful night, tonight. Many a graves to be dug, and many a souls to be blessed into their parting…I just wish it had been Inuyasha to join me, rather than Lady Kagome, Sango, and young Shippo… The monk put on a strong front for the three, letting them know in silence that what has passed is passed and no amount of tears could stop it.
“I…I don’t sense any life out there, Miroku.”
Shippo looked up at Kagome piteously, trying to find comfort in his adoptive mother. Miroku gave a mental sigh, vouching to dig the first grave, deeming he burial of the deceased man to be his first priority, since there were no survivors in the inferno ahead.
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Inuyasha leaned back with Kikyo, having backtracked his steps a few miles to follow the soul stealers she had sent. She had felt the power surge from yesterday and asked if he had any idea on what it meant. He shared with her what little he knew about the small earthquakes, and his desire to be near the mountains.
“What business have you at the mountains, Inuyasha?”
“There’s something there. Or will be there. I need to find it.”
Kikyo studied her past lover for a brief second, gauging what his reaction would be to her next request.
“I wish to join your group, Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha stiffened as he looked over at Kikyo with almost a suspicious glare flickering past his features.
“Why?”
“Because, Inuyasha, whatever that power was, you will need my assistance in stopping it if it proves to be an enemy.”
“Yeah, but…what about the others? You know it will cause trouble.”
“Inuyasha, enough of your foolishness. If it weren’t for you, they would all be dead by now. The least they could do is succumb to one of your whims.”
Inuyasha flattened his ears to his head, not sure which was worse, Kikyo’s rejection, or the rejection of his pack. Both were something he held dear to him, he just wasn’t sure which one he could live without.
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AN: Second chapter is up. Hope everyone likes it!
Reviews are very much appreciated. ^_^ Critiques are welcome as well.
AN: Thank you very much for everyone who reviewed!
To Geneihonsho: I know, lol. But it’s all good. It’s a new section for Inuyasha, so I wasn’t expecting too many reviews just yet. But I’m hoping more will be rolling in soon. ^.^
To Ann and BrownRecluse: Glad you both like it! Hope you like the second chapter just as much. ^.^
To GothPunkerGrl: Hehehe, I’m pretty sure there are other Taisho/Kagome fictions in the General section, but it’s so hard to find them. x.x; I do know of one offhand that I think is pretty good so far. It’s called Forever May Never Come, and I think it’s been bumped back to the third page of the General section if you’re interested in reading it. ^_^
Anyway, thank you all for the support on this story! ^_^
EDIT::: Oops! I'm so sorry about that! I could have sworn I fixed that mistake earlier. Anyway, let me know if it happens again, and the next chapter should be up pretty soon. ^_^
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Chapter II: The Devil Conquers the Weak
The current demon lord of the west glided through the forest with a majestic air. His squawking servant fumbled with Ah-Un’s reins until he crashed into his lord’s calf. Looking down, a mildly irritated Sesshomaru glared at the kappa demon, and if it weren’t for more pressing matters on his mind, he would have punished his servant for being so unaware.
“Jaken. Take Rin into the heart of the West.”
Jaken’s large yellow eyes widened as he began a series of ramblings and bows.
“B-But my lord! Please allow this lowly Jaken to assist you in your mission!”
“Jaken.”
The name, so subtly spoken with nay an emphasis, was enough to halt the toads sniveling and groveling. Seeing no amusement in his lord’s golden gaze, he quickly banned the thought of speaking against the mighty dog demon. Whatever was wrong in the world, Lord Sesshomaru was determined to face it alone. Jaken’s eyes welled up in tears as he convinced himself mentally that Lord Sesshomaru did indeed care for his servant’s well being. Without further hesitation, Jaken turned towards Ah-Un and looked up at the tiny girl sleeping on the dragon’s back. He guided the two away, where the three of them would be most safe.
Sesshomaru’s gaze pointed ahead, testing his options. Whatever that surge was, wasn’t natural by even a demon’s state. His eyes narrowed as he started forward, catching the pulse of his brother’s aura. So…Inuyasha has also felt the power. I wonder… Closing his eyes, he felt for his brother, trying to determine where the hanyou was headed. With an inaudible sigh, Sesshomaru resided to search out the massive power that had announced itself so close to his lands rather than trail behind his half brother’s rag-tag team. Sadly, the disorder he sensed neared the edge of his lands, causing a grading sensation to cross over his nerves. An attack on his lands, no matter how close to the neutral borders that varied along his territory, was still an attack on his lands, and therefore, a direct insult upon his person.
~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~
Kagome settled onto the ground, unrolling her sleeping bag and ready for some well earned rest. Shippo was in the middle of finishing his fish, desperately trying to guard the last few scraps from the voracious appetite that was Inuyasha. A loud smack resounded through the forest, followed by a “Pervert!” and a woman stomping away to sit next to Kagome. Sango glared at Miroku, and if a human could growl, she probably would have done so. The monk in question held his hand to his stinging cheek with a dreamy look on his face, deeming the feel of Sango’s rear being well worth the pain of the action.
Deciding to break the silence, Kagome looked over at Sango.
“Hey, Sango, would you mind going with me to the hot springs?”
Jumping at the chance to put some distance between herself and the monk’s roaming hand, Sango nodded lightly, smiling at the thought of a relaxing soak. After grabbing Kirara, they made it to the hot springs, both women practically giddy over the soothing feel of the water over their sore muscles and tender feet. Kagome began her cleaning ritual, Sango borrowing some supplies, but both were utterly silent. At first glance to any stranger, one would think it was a comfortable silence between sisters, but something was amiss. There was a tension of an unknown threat. Something was wrong, terribly wrong, yet neither woman could quite place what the problem was.
~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~
He hadn’t been alive for 24 hours, yet he found himself outside of a burning village. The demon lord of the past looked on, marveling in horror at the results of Naraku’s conquest. The various jewel shards embedded in his body were slowing down his natural healing abilities, yet provided him with the power to move about. The ending result was he being a weapon for Naraku’s evil. He was powerful enough to destroy many, yet still without the power of the shards, his life would end; a prospect that he would have welcomed if he had enough strength to disable the blasted jewel fragments. For the umpteenth time, Sugimi curses the creation of such a despicable item. Unable to bring forth enough power to rid himself of the shards and this wretched existence Naraku deemed his new life, he watched in disbelief as his claws sliced through a crying widow and her child. Sadly, he knew she was a widow for one reason. As Naraku advanced the dog demon puppet towards the unsuspecting village, he cut through a married man who merely was trying to defend his home.
A dream…no; a nightmare was being wrought onto this village before his very eyes, and he was too weak to even stop it. On top of that, he recognized many of the faces as descendants of past servants. In the end, he concluded that the humans he was mauling and the village he was burning were settled on the very edge of the Western Lands. So, Naraku hopes for me to destroy my eldest son first. I have got to break free soon! Cowardly as it would seem, he allowed his mind to go numb at that last thought, trying desperately to drown out the cries of his next victim that Naraku had forced upon him. It was a woman, though not high in status, her face reminded him of his beloved Izayoi. A pair of doe brown eyes looked up at him, pleading for his mercy as her arms reached up in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable. He could smell the tears and fear of the woman who bore such an unbelievable resemblance to his lost love and life mate. His claws were brought down, tearing through flesh and bone, ridding the poor woman of her life, and for once in many upon many centuries, the great Dog Demon of the West trembled. Trembling in anger, self-hatred, pity, and above all, fear. If the jewels hindered his natural healing for too long, so many lives would be lost, so many memories would haunt him, and so many regrets would weigh down his immortal soul.
His mind came into focus when he heard the screams of a man, seemingly the father or grandfather of the woman he had just killed. Seeing the older man, he felt his fangs lengthening, ready for another attack. Before his mind could register Naraku’s commands on his body, his teeth sank into the man’s arm, his claws in the man’s leg. Just as suddenly as he was wordlessly ordered to attack, he felt himself retreating in a cloud of miasma, compliments of Naraku.
~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~//~~~
A soul stealer floated through the grass, slithering through the blades with the ease and elegance that mirrored their mistress. The transparent serpents quite obviously trailed close enough to Inuyasha to gain his attention. When the demon snakes saw that the half breed was alone, they ventured further to gain his full attention. Immediately, Inuyasha hurried to see the woman that captured his heart half a century ago. His ears swiveled about, trying to hear her in his approach before his eyes could meet what he deemed was her beauty.
Miroku had been sneaking through the forest to see his beloved demon slayer, and maybe catch a glimpse of an all too pure priestess, but was having problems in his mission since a certain fox kit was tagging behind him.
“Now Shippo, you should be staying with the camp to protect it, not following me.”
“Why? Afraid I’ll pick up on your bad habits?”
Shippo’s piercing green eyes looked up at Miroku who merely gave a sheepish grin, reaching up to scratch the back of his head innocently.
“W-Why Shippo, what is so wrong about wishing to protect Sango and…”
The monk’s words trailed off as he watched Shippo, the kit obviously distracted by something.
“I smell blood, Miroku. A lot of it.”
Miroku frowned, taking the kit onto his shoulder, and allowed the young demon to guide him to the troubles. Calling over his shoulder, he knew he was close enough for Sango and Kagome to hear his warning about trouble ahead. Not waiting for the girls to get out of the hot springs to join him, he hurried towards the edge of the forest at Shippo’s discretion, stopping a few yards away from where the dense shrubbery met with an open field at the sound of a whimper. Cautiously, Miroku followed the soft sound that was now becoming an open sob of desperation. Moving aside a few branches of a berry bush, he noticed an older man, or what could be recognized as one. The monk’s stomach started to churn at the sight before him, quickly removing his robe to cover the man up. At the movement and the feel of a heavy cloth on his skin, the olde man went into a panic, half expecting the demon to finish the job. Noticing it was instead a young man, a monk at that, the decrepit form slumped in near defeat.
“Run boy. Run before it tears you limb from limb.”
His voice trembled as Miroku still tried to grasp the situation. This man was quite literally missing an arm and a leg. How he was still living baffled the monk to no end.
“Sir, what happened to you?”
“A demon! A demon attacked…attacked our village. I couldn’t…I could…..I tried…I couldn’t protect my daughter…I tried….”
Miroku watched in pity as the man rambled on about his daughter and how he tried to save her. His ramblings went on when Sango and Kagome finally caught up with a distraught Miroku, a dying man, and a tearful Shippo. Both of the women gasped at the sight, Sango breeching through the foliage to see the damage beyond what the trees were hiding. In the short distance between the forest and the village, the sight before her caused her to step back. Buildings were burning, bodies littered the outer walls of the village were people were obviously trying to escape and failed just as miserably. Miroku gave a heavy sigh, announcing the olde man had finally bled to death, and not entirely wanting to see the carnage that was ahead. It seems a woeful night, tonight. Many a graves to be dug, and many a souls to be blessed into their parting…I just wish it had been Inuyasha to join me, rather than Lady Kagome, Sango, and young Shippo… The monk put on a strong front for the three, letting them know in silence that what has passed is passed and no amount of tears could stop it.
“I…I don’t sense any life out there, Miroku.”
Shippo looked up at Kagome piteously, trying to find comfort in his adoptive mother. Miroku gave a mental sigh, vouching to dig the first grave, deeming he burial of the deceased man to be his first priority, since there were no survivors in the inferno ahead.
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Inuyasha leaned back with Kikyo, having backtracked his steps a few miles to follow the soul stealers she had sent. She had felt the power surge from yesterday and asked if he had any idea on what it meant. He shared with her what little he knew about the small earthquakes, and his desire to be near the mountains.
“What business have you at the mountains, Inuyasha?”
“There’s something there. Or will be there. I need to find it.”
Kikyo studied her past lover for a brief second, gauging what his reaction would be to her next request.
“I wish to join your group, Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha stiffened as he looked over at Kikyo with almost a suspicious glare flickering past his features.
“Why?”
“Because, Inuyasha, whatever that power was, you will need my assistance in stopping it if it proves to be an enemy.”
“Yeah, but…what about the others? You know it will cause trouble.”
“Inuyasha, enough of your foolishness. If it weren’t for you, they would all be dead by now. The least they could do is succumb to one of your whims.”
Inuyasha flattened his ears to his head, not sure which was worse, Kikyo’s rejection, or the rejection of his pack. Both were something he held dear to him, he just wasn’t sure which one he could live without.
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AN: Second chapter is up. Hope everyone likes it!
Reviews are very much appreciated. ^_^ Critiques are welcome as well.