Sesshomaru Unbound
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Chapter 3
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Chapter 3
Sesshomaru raised his eyes to take in the new horror that replaced the old. Which was worse, Naraku’s gloating triumph as his conqueror or Inuyasha’s gloating triumph as his rescuer?
“Unforgivable!” Inuyasha bellowed at the ceiling.
The enemy had disappeared, but that would not stop the damnable hanyo from ineffectual proclamation. Sesshomaru dragged himself to a seated position, summoning what strength and pride he could under the circumstances. That fool monk entered the room now, too. Was there no end to this parade of witnesses to his disgrace!
“Ha! You look disgusting,” Inuyasha declared over his shoulder. He was still searching the room for signs of Naraku. “Looks like I’ve rescued you, huh? Guess I’ll have to save defeating you for when you’re not such an easy target!”
Kagome gasped, aiming her arrow at Sesshomaru. “Inuyasha, look at his chest!”
Inuyasha turned his eyes fully upon his brother. “What the hell is that?”
Miroku approached and stared, exhaling a wise, worried sigh. He motioned Kagome back. “It’s a ‘moyashi kurai’(1). I’ve heard about them but never seen one before. It’s a form of plant yokai that sends tendrils into a demonic host body and drains it of energy.”
“Plant yokai?” Kagome marveled, eyes wide.
Sesshomaru looked down. He saw nothing. Was this another form of humiliation?
Miroku reached into his robe for a spell scroll and held it aloft. “This should take care of it,” he declared proudly. He reached forward to place the paper on Sesshomaru’s chest.
Sesshomaru grabbed his wrist and held it in a vise-like grip. His claws extended. “Do not touch me, monk.”
Inuyasha enjoyed the moment. “Yeah, Miroku, just leave him. Let him figure it out himself. We need to get after Naraku.”
Miroku attempted to withdraw his wrist. Even in his dizzy, weakened state, Sesshomaru could still hold onto this pitiful human and keep him from burning a hole in his chest.
Kagome intervened. “Inuyasha, he needs our help. You can’t just leave him.”
Sesshomaru cringed at these words and released Miroku, who shrugged and stepped back. With effort, Sesshomaru brought himself to a standing position. Once at his full height, he felt he could better intimidate these interlopers and get them to leave. Yes, they had rescued him from his incarceration, but he would handle the rest on his own.
Kagome looked up at him and blushed hard. “Ohhhhh,” she gushed, turning away.
Sesshomaru looked down at himself. While there was no “moyashi kurai” on him—just grime and traces of blood, there was also no clothing. He turned away from the ridiculous girl, and grabbed the tattered rags of his yellow sash, which he quickly bound around his hips.
Through downcast eyes shaded by a hand, Kagome urged Miroku and Inuyasha to help Sesshomaru.
Inuyasha scoffed, but complied. “Hey, Sesshomaru, listen up. You have a creepy seed thing on you. I don’t know why you can’t see it, but let Miroku kill it so we can get out of here.”
Sesshomaru looked down at his body once more. Then he reached a hand down and rubbed it across his chest. Nothing.
“Really, it’s there,” Kagome said brightly, peeking between her fingers, trying to be helpful.
Miroku approached, gingerly, hand outstretched. Sesshomaru glared, but let him press the scrap of paper to his chest. Sesshomaru felt a searing suction, then nothing. He blinked. The haze over his mind and body was gone! Looking down, he saw a writhing kidney-shaped black mass, with vine-like appendages shooting out in all directions.
Kagome raised her bow and pierced the heart of it, and the creature burst and shattered, splattering them all, head to toe, with a thick, black goo. Kagome squealed and ducked. Inuyasha yelped and threw up his hands. Miroku sighed and shook his head.
“Kagome!” Inuyasha whined.
“Well, at least it’s dead now,” said Kagome, shrugging and attempting a smile.
Sesshomaru stood in stunned silence. This had to be a bad dream. Would he ever wake up?
The trio turned to leave, wiping the mess off themselves as best they could, Inuyasha griping all the way. Kagome turned back from the doorway and waved cheerily to Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru turned away, attempting to sense the location of his swords. They were not in the castle.
Naraku’s mocking laughter was suddenly in his mind. “So easy to deceive, aren’t you? So easy to tame. And so easy to lure. I have your weapons, Sesshomaru. Come to me, and we can again enjoy the sheathing of blades.”
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(1) moyashi kurai: actually means something like "dark mung bean sprout." I made it up. The idea of Sesshomaru being defeated by a bean sprout appealed to me. Poor Sesshy. I do love him, or I would not do these things to him. Grin.
Chapter 3
Sesshomaru raised his eyes to take in the new horror that replaced the old. Which was worse, Naraku’s gloating triumph as his conqueror or Inuyasha’s gloating triumph as his rescuer?
“Unforgivable!” Inuyasha bellowed at the ceiling.
The enemy had disappeared, but that would not stop the damnable hanyo from ineffectual proclamation. Sesshomaru dragged himself to a seated position, summoning what strength and pride he could under the circumstances. That fool monk entered the room now, too. Was there no end to this parade of witnesses to his disgrace!
“Ha! You look disgusting,” Inuyasha declared over his shoulder. He was still searching the room for signs of Naraku. “Looks like I’ve rescued you, huh? Guess I’ll have to save defeating you for when you’re not such an easy target!”
Kagome gasped, aiming her arrow at Sesshomaru. “Inuyasha, look at his chest!”
Inuyasha turned his eyes fully upon his brother. “What the hell is that?”
Miroku approached and stared, exhaling a wise, worried sigh. He motioned Kagome back. “It’s a ‘moyashi kurai’(1). I’ve heard about them but never seen one before. It’s a form of plant yokai that sends tendrils into a demonic host body and drains it of energy.”
“Plant yokai?” Kagome marveled, eyes wide.
Sesshomaru looked down. He saw nothing. Was this another form of humiliation?
Miroku reached into his robe for a spell scroll and held it aloft. “This should take care of it,” he declared proudly. He reached forward to place the paper on Sesshomaru’s chest.
Sesshomaru grabbed his wrist and held it in a vise-like grip. His claws extended. “Do not touch me, monk.”
Inuyasha enjoyed the moment. “Yeah, Miroku, just leave him. Let him figure it out himself. We need to get after Naraku.”
Miroku attempted to withdraw his wrist. Even in his dizzy, weakened state, Sesshomaru could still hold onto this pitiful human and keep him from burning a hole in his chest.
Kagome intervened. “Inuyasha, he needs our help. You can’t just leave him.”
Sesshomaru cringed at these words and released Miroku, who shrugged and stepped back. With effort, Sesshomaru brought himself to a standing position. Once at his full height, he felt he could better intimidate these interlopers and get them to leave. Yes, they had rescued him from his incarceration, but he would handle the rest on his own.
Kagome looked up at him and blushed hard. “Ohhhhh,” she gushed, turning away.
Sesshomaru looked down at himself. While there was no “moyashi kurai” on him—just grime and traces of blood, there was also no clothing. He turned away from the ridiculous girl, and grabbed the tattered rags of his yellow sash, which he quickly bound around his hips.
Through downcast eyes shaded by a hand, Kagome urged Miroku and Inuyasha to help Sesshomaru.
Inuyasha scoffed, but complied. “Hey, Sesshomaru, listen up. You have a creepy seed thing on you. I don’t know why you can’t see it, but let Miroku kill it so we can get out of here.”
Sesshomaru looked down at his body once more. Then he reached a hand down and rubbed it across his chest. Nothing.
“Really, it’s there,” Kagome said brightly, peeking between her fingers, trying to be helpful.
Miroku approached, gingerly, hand outstretched. Sesshomaru glared, but let him press the scrap of paper to his chest. Sesshomaru felt a searing suction, then nothing. He blinked. The haze over his mind and body was gone! Looking down, he saw a writhing kidney-shaped black mass, with vine-like appendages shooting out in all directions.
Kagome raised her bow and pierced the heart of it, and the creature burst and shattered, splattering them all, head to toe, with a thick, black goo. Kagome squealed and ducked. Inuyasha yelped and threw up his hands. Miroku sighed and shook his head.
“Kagome!” Inuyasha whined.
“Well, at least it’s dead now,” said Kagome, shrugging and attempting a smile.
Sesshomaru stood in stunned silence. This had to be a bad dream. Would he ever wake up?
The trio turned to leave, wiping the mess off themselves as best they could, Inuyasha griping all the way. Kagome turned back from the doorway and waved cheerily to Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru turned away, attempting to sense the location of his swords. They were not in the castle.
Naraku’s mocking laughter was suddenly in his mind. “So easy to deceive, aren’t you? So easy to tame. And so easy to lure. I have your weapons, Sesshomaru. Come to me, and we can again enjoy the sheathing of blades.”
---
(1) moyashi kurai: actually means something like "dark mung bean sprout." I made it up. The idea of Sesshomaru being defeated by a bean sprout appealed to me. Poor Sesshy. I do love him, or I would not do these things to him. Grin.