A Perilous Web

A little something tonight. Please review. Having not done fan fiction for a while I would love to know what you guys think so far.

 

Chapter 2

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Sesshoumaru was laying lifeless, his skin as white as snow, underneath a tree. His fingers were relaxed along the hilt of his blade, his torso sliced open like a gutted hog. Yet, the demon lord was clinging to life.

 

Haruki knelt down beside the fallen lord, wondering how Naraku plotted this one out. A searing rage bubbled in his gut.

 

He ran his hand down the toned bicep, wondering what the dark hanyou would do if he got a hold of a living Sesshoumaru, and hating the idea. That was probably Naraku's plan after all. A wave of rebellion hit him. He wasn't going to go along this time. He had a sort of respect with this demon that he would never have with Naraku.

 

Trailing fingers along Sesshoumaru's wrist, towards the hilt of his blade, yellow eyes shot open.

 

“Easy,” Haruki spoke softly, not fully aware of the wounded demon's abilities at this point.

 

“Can you move?” the dark haired male questioned, and Sesshoumaru answered him by lifting his blade shakily. It looked as if a great deal of weight bore down on the youkai, and Haruki knew what poison ran through the demon's body. After all, a spider was good at one thing. Paralysis. And Seshoumaru's body was doing a wonderful job of fighting it. He had been on the receiving end of Naraku's experiments with the substance.

 

How the demon lord of the west ever pulled himself into a crouching position, he did not know.

 

He put a metallic black shell that hung from his neck to his lips and blew softly. It produced a soft whistle, barely audible.

 

More demon's were coming. A lot more it seemed. Fighting them all didn't sound very appealing.

 

Sesshoumaru was looking to the ground, his silver hair hiding his face. His nails were digging impressions into the ground.

 

Haruki looking back into the deeper parts of the forest.

 

“Kanou,” he spoke softly, getting impatient.

 

His attention was drawn sharply back as a demon started towards them.

 

“Oh, My Lord! Forgive me!” the toad demon shrieked, and Sesshoumaru lifted his head, his eyes bleeding red for a split second. He stood straight, more blood spilling from his torso.

 

“I had no idea. I would never intentionally do anything to harm you, great lord Sesshoumaru! Pleas-”

 

The toad was interrupted by a staggering swipe of Sesshoumaru's blade. He fell to the ground to decorate the floor with one more dead demon. Haruki hoped the demon lord would not be the next to fall. Just as the thought came, Sesshoumaru's eyes became lidded, and he let out a small hiss of breath.

 

Haruki went to him, before he could fall, holding the demon steady.

 

“Get... away,” Sesshoumaru snarled through clenched teeth. He dug his claws into Haruki's shoulder. Whether it was to steady him, or as a defensive measure, the dark haired demon did not know. One thing was certain. The demon lord was about at his end.

 

The pounding of hooves was growing nearer, as were several demons.

 

The horse demon struck out at any others in his path with deadly hooves. The wind blew his long furlock out of his stony eyes. He was as black as his master's hair, his mane roached all the way down, exposing both sides of his muscular neck. His stride was large and powerful, his body arched with deadly grace.

 

“Kneel. Hurry,” Haruki instructed as the demon horse neared him.

 

Kanou halted just beside his master, tucking his front leg under in a sweeping bow, then lowering both hinds. His other front leg extended in front of him in a straight line.

 

Haruki slid onto the beasts' back, sliding Sesshoumaru over the animal's shoulder and his own legs.

 

“This isn't going to be a comfortable ride,” he warned, one hand on Sesshoumaru's back, the other taking the silver reins. As Kanou clambered up, claws buried themselves into Haruki's thigh. He hissed, but kicked his mount forward.

 

The dark beast started into a breakneck gallop from a standstill, and the claws situated deeper.

 

Blood stained Haruki's clothing, and he knew Sesshoumaru finally lost consciousness when the demon lord's grip loosened.

 

Any demon's that were able to catch up were trampled. Most, however, were left behind. His mount was fast already, but little caught up with him with the jewel shards in his legs.

 

He was glad Sesshoumaru wasn't able to feel his body being jostled around. He could think of no faster way to transport a paralyzed, barely tolerable daiyoukai. His hand pulled the demon closer to his own body, tightening his hold as he dug his heels into his horse's side. The beast lept forward, nostrils flared and ears back.

 

He slowed to a walk quite a distance away, the demons having little choice but to give up the chase, Haruki sincerely hoped.