The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

InuYasha couldn’t believe he couldn’t stand. He also couldn’t believe what he was seeing either, but what was bothering him most about the scene before his golden eyes was that he couldn’t get up off his knees to do anything about it! At least until he heard Miroku groan behind him.

Sometimes the most banal acts can save your life or damn your soul.

“Lord Buddha on a fucking crutch!” the flabbergasted monk breathed to himself.

InuYasha didn’t have to turn around to feel the breeze and then the hard bone-crunching resonance of Hirairkotsu cold-cocking the bug-eyed monk. Sango’s growl of disgust would have turned the inuhanyou’s lips up in a smile any other time.

Somehow the Technicolor image of his Kagome fucking his worst enemy drowned his sense of humor in a river of fire, but that wasn’t the worst part – not by a long shot.

The worst part was how very hard the tableau before InuYasha’s smoldering eyes was making him. His body was as treacherous as the fucking bitch riding Naraku in complete abandon right…in…front…of…HIM!

Naraku had thrown back the cloak covering his and the miko’s sweating, writhing forms for maximum shock value. Naked, bestial; the Spider laughed and the priestess impaled upon him screamed in desolate orgasm – deaf to the world. Just to rub his complete victory over the miko’s legendary purity in InuYasha’s shattering mess of a heart, Naraku quickly withdrew from the quivering, moaning girl, who fell sharply onto her numb knees. Pulling back hard on the bitch’s thick hair, the dark hanyou came hard on her blissful, upturned face.

InuYasha could hear Sango quietly retching behind her bone boomerang and he could smell the thick sourness of her bile. Even when the degenerate bastard painted Kagome’s face in ultimate shame and damn him, ownership – even then, InuYasha couldn’t look away. When Kagome wantonly opened her gorgeous, soft mouth to catch what the murderous cocksucker gave her, still – InuYasha couldn’t look away. He couldn’t even blink.

His balls felt like someone was slowly stomping on them, one at a time. He forgot all about Tetsusaiga at his hip and what it could do to the writhing abomination before him.

Naraku’s bloody-red eyes never left InuYasha’s soul-whipped orbs as he wiped his slick, shining cock on the priestess’s open mouth. Immediately, his obedient little bitch licked at it with her pointed pink tongue and purred.

InuYasha swallowed thickly as the blood drained from his rigor-stricken face.

“To whom do you belong, priestess?” Naraku purred as he drank in the inugami’s heart-broken, completely unnoticed tears as they dripped down his white face.

“To you, Master!” Kagome moaned around her finger as she licked his creamy essence off her face, eyes closed in blushing ecstasy.

Kneeling quickly behind the little vixen, Naraku pushed her hair back from her long, pale neck with his nose in an uncharacteristic gesture of sweetness and moaned his deep, rasping voice in her velvety ear, watching InuYasha’s misery drop visibly from the shining tracks tracing the contours of his jagged face. The boy’s soul looked so sand-blasted and obliterated that he appeared to be having an out-of-body experience. The livid emptiness of his yellow eyes made Naraku want to laugh and kill. And kill he would – just as the Spider had murdered Kikyou for the Dog General’s half-breed bastard to find and mourn, again – so too he would finish off the boy’s heart with Kagome’s utter denial.

“Whom do you love, Kagome?” Naraku whispered as he nipped at the girl’s soft neck.

“I love you, Naraku – gods help me, I do!” Kagome wailed in absolutely naked abandon and opened her eyes…looking up, right into InuYasha’s tortured face.

The inuhanyou wanted to die. He wanted to just fucking die! How many times was this goddamned motherfucking sonofabitch going to take what belonged to him? When was the madness ever going to stop? His numb, shocked soul recoiled back into his rigid body, transmuting the black lust coursing through his veins into white, blind light.

Sango, of course, was first to act.

“KAGOME! YOU CANNOT LOVE NARAKU!!” the loaded slayer screamed hysterically at the top of her lungs and slung her weapon without further thought. Her tears hit InuYasha’s nose like amyl nitrate and blasted the numbing fog from his stiff limbs.

The Beast wrapped his deliciously trembling, whimpering slave in his long, steely arms and let his demons go running. Hiraikotsu he blocked easily with a thick, slithering tentacle, hooking another of the sudden multitude of limbs into its sling-strap and hurled the youkai bone blade back at its mistress with deadly aim. Sango dodged the attack, but she wasn’t so lucky when the weapon returned in its eventual arc. Crunching bones echoed like the crack of gunpowder in the twitching ears of the slowly moving hanyou. Sango’s sharp, painful intake of breath, followed too quickly by a weak but painful wheeze told the inu that at the best the slayer had a few broken ribs or a scapula; at the worst, she had a collapsed lung.

InuYasha’s still and numb mind took in the woman’s limp form as she dropped blankly on top of the still-unconscious monk with deadly precision. But that didn’t matter right now.

Slowly he withdrew the Fang from its sheath. Deadly, beyond all fury or conscious thought, InuYasha swept the humming power of his sword forward, aiming for the heart of his enemy.

No - InuYasha aimed Death at the hearts of his enemies.

He would miss Kagome; too bad the girl had gone missing weeks ago. She would miss his finest hour; she would miss the blistering slaughter of his greatest enemy, InuYasha sadly mused – and a small Kagome-shaped fragment of his sad, powerful heart came unhinged.

Naraku, his diverse form ablaze in total denial of any threat InuYasha might pose, knew he had a split-second to make a very crucial decision. Which was the greater evil: should he let the girl be blown to dust by InuYasha’s rage-fuelled Wind Scar or should he keep her, a living conduit to further amplify the hate-blasted Shikon no Tama? There could only be a few more fragments to acquire before the jewel would be finally complete and the neat circle of fate that Kagome’s brutal death at her first love’s hands both vied for dominance within the Spider’s cold and calculating mind. Seeing InuYasha slowly raise his blade above his youkai-whipped hair and smirking in rebellion to the red-eyed demon trying to fully break through the inuhanyou’s cage of a soul, Naraku gave all his pretty logic the finger and revolved another way.

Sesshoumaru would have been proud at the eerie calm and weirdly soft growl that rippled from InuYasha’s snarling lips/

“Wind Scar…” the warrior whispered against the balance of all his red rage and black hate…

…in the same moment the cataclysmic supernovae of the boy’s righteous, wounded fury exploded from his avenging Fang, the Evil One clapped his clawed hand over the petrified priestess’s voiceless mouth and withdrew in a cyclone of shouki.

~*~

InuYasha watered the scorched earth with his bitter tears. The twisted charcoal remains of the Goshinboku slowly smoldered in acrid accusation of every evil thing he had ever done. The God Tree was now a testament to eternal destruction, not life and the symbolism was not lost on InuYasha, even if his life’s purpose had taken a severe detour.

Some things would never change: InuYasha still wanted the Shikon no Tama.

But some things had changed. He no longer wanted to destroy Naraku.

He wanted to make him pay…again and again.

Forever.

Amen.