The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
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Bound: Theme #32
The emptiness Kagome felt in her body and soul were nearly as deadly as the sun.
Nearly.
The first morning came on like thunder and Kagome’s night-blackened eyes were blinded in pain and tears before the little idiot had the sense to close them tightly against the stabbing rays of the day-star. The Indian summer had come hard on the heels of laughing Fate. The heat, the white, blind light baked the captive priestess against her immovable stone like a lizard. After nearly slicing one of her fingers off in her desperation to escape the boiling sun, the miko ruefully noted Naraku’s damnable attention to detail had again screwed her utterly; when he had restaked her chain into the massive stone, he had had the evil idea to run the spike through multiple links of her razor chain, substantially shortening the radius of her little captive world many-fold. She could just barely get her head into the shade of the dark side of the boulder for a part of the long, hot day but once the day wore on past what she assumed was two or three in the afternoon, there was no longer any shade to hide her.
There was no where to run. There was no where to hide – and there was no one to save her this time. Kagome was bound, chained to her rock and like Prometheus, she too prayed for death.
The first day passed her like the slow march of aeons. Thinking only to shade her slowly baking brain from the heat, the sunburned miko gagged a few times and then did the unthinkable. She peed on her dark purple yukata and wound the stinking fabric around her head. Retching was better than death, even if three-quarters of her mind didn’t agree AT ALL; the flame of self-sustainment blazed up even in this Hell on Earth.
Kagome hoped the asshole who’d done this same trick on that TV survivalist show Souta had insisted they watch…ages ago; in another lifetime!... got some kind of divinely retributive disease for popping her mental cherry on this one. If she lived, Kagome swore she’d never lie in the sun again – ever!
Thoughts began to jumble one on top of the other as delirium and dehydration began to set in. Thinking of popping her cherry made her think of the quintessential subject of that colorful phrase and the abject, gnawing pain that followed on the heels of her memories of the brutal rape of her innocence by Naraku at the hot spring nearly made her begin to scream uncontrollably.
Kagome knew, like an itch she couldn’t scratch, that once she began to scream, she’d do so until her mind snapped or something found her and killed her. It was as simple as that.
When the sun set, the roasted miko began to sob with dry, burning eyes. She found that crying with dry eyes was more of a torture than thick, snotty, wet sobs could ever be. Her loneliness and destitution, instead of being washed away by cathartic tears, dove over her in ceaseless bone-dry waves.
Finally giving into the urge to scream in frustration, Kagome planted her hands and knees firmly, drew a lungful of air and screamed so loudly, for so long, her ears popped and she saw stars.
The miko was bound in hell and unfortunately for her, an avenging angel was about to find her. Purging the souls of sinners for their evil merely sates the Kami’s thirst for vengeance and the flaming sword of this archangel pulsed for just that.
~*~
Naraku had left her enough water today to keep her alive: miserable but alive. She’d seen her master once the night before but it had been too many days without food to remember what to do when she did see him. The weak priestess had resolved herself to beg, to cry, to curse, to laugh – anything to get her loose from her chain: anything to get her out of the Light.
She was now a creature of Darkness, in more ways than one.
Kagome craved the touch of her master more than the food by now. She dreamed of being allowed to pleasure him with her hungry mouth and when she came to finishing him off with her liquid-slick tongue, the heady thought of slowly milking his brutal cock of its opaline liquor and swallowing every thick drop made her belly rumble and her pussy clench; both hungry and begging to be fed.
The night herons screamed in the distance and reminded her that water and relief were nowhere in sight. She was alone.
~*~
Naraku was fast, but InuYasha was always nearly faster. The inu-hanyou was built for speed and his blood was inflamed with the need for righteous destruction. Madness gave the boy wings and the elder hanyou, while so much cannier than his pursuer, was taxed to stay far enough ahead to lead the way.
Naraku’s nose was bleeding from his hard flight and the blood trail was the ultimate irony. The bloodhound was following so fast that the dark maroon trail was trampled underfoot before its scent even registered in the inu’s mind. It was almost funny.
Snarls reverberated off the closely packed forest trees and the whipping blades of grass flowing over InuYasha’s pistoning legs as he ran lent an undercurrent of white noise to the snapping of the despised white fur cloak just barely out of reach! InuYasha knew if he stopped long enough to aim Tetsusaiga at the bastard, Naraku’d be long gone – again! Well, not again, dammit! He was going to follow the fucker until he stopped and then InuYasha swore he would then avenge his lost pack; he’d cut something off for every last one of them, especially Kagome. He’d take the bastard’s heart for Kagome.
Snagging a toenail of a hidden log as he bounded forward, InuYasha never even noticed as it was ripped back into the quick, spraying the rapidly bubbling drops of Naraku’s poison ichor with the gold-flecked crimson of his own blood. He only knew he needed to run just a little faster…
Naraku heard night herons screaming in the distance and smelled the scent of the girl on the night breeze. Swinging fast into a wide arc, The Spider quickly flipped and spin effortlessly over a low branch as his bounding enemy swung razor talons at his neck. By the time the twitching black strands of his severed hair hit the ground, both hanyou were long gone, both racing two very separate hands of the same clock for the time both knew had grown uncomfortably short.
Koga’s bloody jewel shards bounced against his human heart. They and one other were the last to replace before the Shikon no Tama was whole once again and in Naraku’s control. InuYasha knew it. Blinded by his lust for revenge, the inu-hanyou followed the kumo-hanyou’s trail to his destruction.
~*~
Kagome smelled the pair before they raced into view. The harsh smell of ozone assaulted her nose a second before she saw Naraku skid to halt in front of the cold, dark ring of fire stones. Her master’s body was lashed with multiple oozing wounds and the eye-watering fog of shouki hit her nose like amyl nitrate, setting off a burning wave of retching. Suddenly a fireball flew past her, straight for the heaving chest of her fearsome captor. Naraku stood still, haughty in the line of InuYasha’s Windscar of flame and Kagome knew a dark spasm of desire at the look of bloody destruction in her master’s eyes. The pleasure of imminent destruction on Naraku’s pale face made her want to fall on her knees and beg him to fuck her, kill her, consume her – anything but continue to ignore her.
A split second before he was incinerated, The Spider spun nimbly out of the fireball’s path. The only thing that was torched was the waiting firewood. Drama, thy name is Naraku. Red and orange flames shot with a boom 15 feet in the air and shot sparks into the surrounding dry grass, which slowly began to catch and smolder in multiple micro-conflagrations.
“Naraku, you bastard! Just stand still and die!” shrieked InuYasha in frustration, his voice cracking in irritation as he bounded into the firelight in all his insane crimson-clad glory. The inu-hanyou’s eyes bleed red and orange like the fire as he slowly drew down into an offensive stance, singularly focused on his nemesis. That nemesis stood above InuYasha’s pacing form with patient, spring-coiled tightness, ready to strike.
“Come and get me, you worthless little puppy dog! Are you still pining for your beloved golem, InuYasha?” laughed Naraku as he spat poison at his furious, impatient foe.
The shouki wad hit InuYasha on the right cheek and though he never flinched, his sword trembled in his hands, hands tipped by rapidly elongating claws. Even Tetsusaiga couldn’t hold down the demonic rage overtaking InuYasha’s mind this time. The sword shook like a leaf in the wind as it strained to drain away InuYasha’s madness. Naraku narrowed his raw red eyes and grinned evilly at the dangling shred of control InuYasha was struggling to hang on to before he became a youkai berserker.
“You forget, you unwanted bastard get of a mongrel, that the Shikon no Tama and power are the only things worth fighting and dying for in this world!” Naraku goaded the raging inu with precision.
“Or maybe you think you avenge the mistaken supremacy of love? Do you want to kill me for Kikyou or for Kagome? It doesn’t matter, does it - because I’ve had them both!”
InuYasha threw his head back and howled. Kagome pressed her suddenly frigid spine up against her imprisoning boulder. Her throat was so dry she couldn’t make a sound – even if her mind would have let her! This was the final battle they had all worked so hard to attain; Naraku and InuYasha faced off against one another and only one could survive. If she knew it, then so did they. Finality fell over the fire-circle like a curtain of lead.
“I’ve taken the last jewel shards and will take everything else you ever wanted, desired, yearned for in that miserable excuse for a life you’ve deluded yourself into believing in!” Naraku raged down at his enemy and couldn’t resist one last barb, one he knew would throw the inu-hanyou over the edge into irredeemable bestial damnation. Kneeling down upon his rocky perch, The Evil One dropped the timbre of his deep voice into a gravelly bass growl and smiled.
“You are a weak, pathetic excuse for a youkai and need to be put down like the rabid little yappy dog that you are, InuYasha. Come on, little boy – I want you to beg me for death.”
Three things happened at once. InuYasha’s eyes bled deep luminescent blood red, green stripes ripped across his face and he lunged at Naraku. Naraku roared and shot spiked insectile limbs out to meet the careless, soulless InuYasha head-on. Kagome took a very deep breath into her dusty lungs and screamed InuYasha’s name.
He never heard her. He was beyond hearing her. Kagome was dead. InuYasha’s mind had seen Naraku kill her that horrible day in his forest by the well. The day before Sango died of her own weapon’s injuries. Two days before Shippo wandered away in a daze and disappeared. Four days before Miroku buried his love and then followed her into the clearing of the next world. InuYasha’s life was an endless parade of four long, unending days of hell. He just wanted to avenge poor Kagome and lonely Kikyou – the Kami owed him that, just that. Just that, goddammit!
Tetsusaiga sang in the air as InuYasha vaulted effortlessly towards his ultimate goal. Naraku’s twisted grimace filled his red vision, the hanyou’s human heart blazing in his youkai sight like the sun. InuYasha was going to carve out that little vile beating sun and eat it! He never felt the separation of his shoulder joint as The Spider’s scythe-like limb punctured his upper chest and threw him backwards into the hot sand. The twin limb struck a thick wound across his sternum and held the inu-youkai to the ground in a slavering, rabid tetanic rage.
Naraku dropped from his battlement and stalked forth to lord over his soon-to-be-slaughtered enemy. His demons raged for a brutal crush to the windpipe until the mutt was a dead fleshy rag-doll. Onigumo yelled above the slavering masses to slowly torture to boy and the hybrid of all desires that was Naraku had his own ideas. The Shikon no Tama did have the occasionally good idea and this was one instance in which the evil hanyou would agree whole-heartedly to do its dark bidding.
And then she…nearly…ruined…everything with her big mouth!
“INUYASHA!!!”, screamed a hysterical Kagome.
“Shut your mouth, bitch!” Naraku screamed back at her and swung a tentacle at her head and missed. Instead of knocking her flat and senseless, the kumo-hanyou severed her steel bounds, freeing her from many days’ captivity and stunning her stupid for a long moment.
InuYasha took advantage of his enemy’s moment of distraction and struck with Tetsusaiga in a slicing arc meant to disembowel. Naraku sucked his stomach in with inhuman quickness but caught the blade with a loud cry, a spray of blood and fell back onto his back clutching his torso as blood bubbled into the thirsty sand.
Breaking the horny spike from its limb and throwing himself onto Naraku, InuYasha drew back and punched the Spider hard in the face. Crunching bones and bubbling twisted laughter turned Kagome’s empty stomach as she watched the demon that once held her love mercilessly brutalize the demon who now held her soul. She could hear Naraku’s strangled, blood-choked laughter as it enflamed InuYasha’s bloodlust, until the inu-hanyou flattened his knuckles and struck the bridge of Naraku’s nose with a hard, straight jab that made the thoroughly beaten hanyou suddenly stop laughing and start choking in whooping gasps.
“InuYasha – STOP!!”, the miko wailed behind him.
“SHUT UP AND STAY DEAD, KAGOME! I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU!”, the blood-soaked inu roared at the night, not even turning to look at her.
InuYasha drew himself slowly to stand over the supine Naraku who clung desperately to consciousness and prayed his plans had been laid with precision. Now was going to be one hell of a time to be wrong!
But Onigumo had always been a gambler and so then, was Naraku.
Aiming Tetsusaiga with his remaining functional arm, knuckles shredded and bleeding all over the sword’s worn leather-dressed tang, the Inu no Taisho’s son pointed the Fang of his father at his greatest enemy’s evil heart. He only had to lean forward to run Naraku through and even if he perished from shouki poisoning, Naraku would end up in Hell before the Devil even knew InuYasha was dead.
Kagome flung herself at the bloody form of her master and her mind struggled to keep up with the speed of her heart.
“I’m doing this for us, Kagome.”, InuYasha whispered with both infinite madness and sadness as he shifted his weight to drive the sword home.
The Shikon no Tama flashed where it rested near Naraku’s heart and Kagome reached for InuYasha as the corded muscles in his arms began to extend Tetsusaiga into The Spider’s bare bleeding chest. Her reiki drew down into a glowing blue-black singularity and then instintaneouly flared out in a deafening blast of power, swallowing all three screaming beings in the paradox of blindingly black light.
~*~
Kagome woke up blind against a warm, slick body with a hard long object in her hand.
Rapidly blinking, she tried to will her eyes to clear and instead felt the being under hands for any telltale signs of identification. The night was absolutely still but smelled of smoldering grass. Her fingers encountered a slick, sticky and undeniably male nipple which she unconsciously pinched as her hands moved upwards, searching.
If it was there, then she would know. It was her new mantra.
If it was there, then she would know.
If it was there, then she would know.
Her fingers felt a sickeningly spongy collar bone and she was pretty sure she felt a puddle of cooling blood in the hollow of the throat. But it wasn’t there. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t there!
She continued to blink blindly and slowly the world swum back into view.
Kagome knelt over the slowly breathing form of Naraku, who was an unconscious bloody mess, here and there still bleeding from InuYasha’s youkai claws. She held Tetsusaiga, now just a smoking and rusty piece of junk in her trembling hand. The kotodama was resting across Naraku’s hips where it had fallen from InuYasha’s neck when she… when she purified him.
“Oh sweet Kami, no… no… no…”, Kagome gurgled through her suddenly flooded eyes.
Naraku’s own swollen eyes cracked open at the sound of his miko’s misery. Running his hand up her arm in uncharacteristic gentleness, the dark hanyou simply was too beaten to do aught else. The Shikon no Tama had been both right and wise.
Gingerly, Naraku sat up, slowly reached into his chest and withdrew the nearly complete fragment. He pulled the ookami’s shards from their hiding places upon his person and fit them neatly into the miniscule crack in blue-black crystal orb. Bringing Kagome forward with his other arm, Naraku placed the jewel against the hollow of her throat, where its evil light turned her leather collar to ash upon her skin, rings and all. The jewel flashed brightly once more and formed a gleaming silver collar of its own devising in the vacated space. The graceful, sweeping arcs of gleaming silver metal belied their evil intent and strength. Naraku smiled bitterly at his loss… the jewel claimed dominion over Kagome, not him. Once complete, he would serve her and it – not the other way around.
He was going to have to kill her after all. He was going to have to kill her in order to be free.
Falling back upon the rapidly cooling sand, smiling at the reiki-blasted fire pit now empty of light and heat Naraku sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing Kagome’s bowed back as she sobbed.
“Good bitch.”
Nearly.
The first morning came on like thunder and Kagome’s night-blackened eyes were blinded in pain and tears before the little idiot had the sense to close them tightly against the stabbing rays of the day-star. The Indian summer had come hard on the heels of laughing Fate. The heat, the white, blind light baked the captive priestess against her immovable stone like a lizard. After nearly slicing one of her fingers off in her desperation to escape the boiling sun, the miko ruefully noted Naraku’s damnable attention to detail had again screwed her utterly; when he had restaked her chain into the massive stone, he had had the evil idea to run the spike through multiple links of her razor chain, substantially shortening the radius of her little captive world many-fold. She could just barely get her head into the shade of the dark side of the boulder for a part of the long, hot day but once the day wore on past what she assumed was two or three in the afternoon, there was no longer any shade to hide her.
There was no where to run. There was no where to hide – and there was no one to save her this time. Kagome was bound, chained to her rock and like Prometheus, she too prayed for death.
The first day passed her like the slow march of aeons. Thinking only to shade her slowly baking brain from the heat, the sunburned miko gagged a few times and then did the unthinkable. She peed on her dark purple yukata and wound the stinking fabric around her head. Retching was better than death, even if three-quarters of her mind didn’t agree AT ALL; the flame of self-sustainment blazed up even in this Hell on Earth.
Kagome hoped the asshole who’d done this same trick on that TV survivalist show Souta had insisted they watch…ages ago; in another lifetime!... got some kind of divinely retributive disease for popping her mental cherry on this one. If she lived, Kagome swore she’d never lie in the sun again – ever!
Thoughts began to jumble one on top of the other as delirium and dehydration began to set in. Thinking of popping her cherry made her think of the quintessential subject of that colorful phrase and the abject, gnawing pain that followed on the heels of her memories of the brutal rape of her innocence by Naraku at the hot spring nearly made her begin to scream uncontrollably.
Kagome knew, like an itch she couldn’t scratch, that once she began to scream, she’d do so until her mind snapped or something found her and killed her. It was as simple as that.
When the sun set, the roasted miko began to sob with dry, burning eyes. She found that crying with dry eyes was more of a torture than thick, snotty, wet sobs could ever be. Her loneliness and destitution, instead of being washed away by cathartic tears, dove over her in ceaseless bone-dry waves.
Finally giving into the urge to scream in frustration, Kagome planted her hands and knees firmly, drew a lungful of air and screamed so loudly, for so long, her ears popped and she saw stars.
The miko was bound in hell and unfortunately for her, an avenging angel was about to find her. Purging the souls of sinners for their evil merely sates the Kami’s thirst for vengeance and the flaming sword of this archangel pulsed for just that.
~*~
Naraku had left her enough water today to keep her alive: miserable but alive. She’d seen her master once the night before but it had been too many days without food to remember what to do when she did see him. The weak priestess had resolved herself to beg, to cry, to curse, to laugh – anything to get her loose from her chain: anything to get her out of the Light.
She was now a creature of Darkness, in more ways than one.
Kagome craved the touch of her master more than the food by now. She dreamed of being allowed to pleasure him with her hungry mouth and when she came to finishing him off with her liquid-slick tongue, the heady thought of slowly milking his brutal cock of its opaline liquor and swallowing every thick drop made her belly rumble and her pussy clench; both hungry and begging to be fed.
The night herons screamed in the distance and reminded her that water and relief were nowhere in sight. She was alone.
~*~
Naraku was fast, but InuYasha was always nearly faster. The inu-hanyou was built for speed and his blood was inflamed with the need for righteous destruction. Madness gave the boy wings and the elder hanyou, while so much cannier than his pursuer, was taxed to stay far enough ahead to lead the way.
Naraku’s nose was bleeding from his hard flight and the blood trail was the ultimate irony. The bloodhound was following so fast that the dark maroon trail was trampled underfoot before its scent even registered in the inu’s mind. It was almost funny.
Snarls reverberated off the closely packed forest trees and the whipping blades of grass flowing over InuYasha’s pistoning legs as he ran lent an undercurrent of white noise to the snapping of the despised white fur cloak just barely out of reach! InuYasha knew if he stopped long enough to aim Tetsusaiga at the bastard, Naraku’d be long gone – again! Well, not again, dammit! He was going to follow the fucker until he stopped and then InuYasha swore he would then avenge his lost pack; he’d cut something off for every last one of them, especially Kagome. He’d take the bastard’s heart for Kagome.
Snagging a toenail of a hidden log as he bounded forward, InuYasha never even noticed as it was ripped back into the quick, spraying the rapidly bubbling drops of Naraku’s poison ichor with the gold-flecked crimson of his own blood. He only knew he needed to run just a little faster…
Naraku heard night herons screaming in the distance and smelled the scent of the girl on the night breeze. Swinging fast into a wide arc, The Spider quickly flipped and spin effortlessly over a low branch as his bounding enemy swung razor talons at his neck. By the time the twitching black strands of his severed hair hit the ground, both hanyou were long gone, both racing two very separate hands of the same clock for the time both knew had grown uncomfortably short.
Koga’s bloody jewel shards bounced against his human heart. They and one other were the last to replace before the Shikon no Tama was whole once again and in Naraku’s control. InuYasha knew it. Blinded by his lust for revenge, the inu-hanyou followed the kumo-hanyou’s trail to his destruction.
~*~
Kagome smelled the pair before they raced into view. The harsh smell of ozone assaulted her nose a second before she saw Naraku skid to halt in front of the cold, dark ring of fire stones. Her master’s body was lashed with multiple oozing wounds and the eye-watering fog of shouki hit her nose like amyl nitrate, setting off a burning wave of retching. Suddenly a fireball flew past her, straight for the heaving chest of her fearsome captor. Naraku stood still, haughty in the line of InuYasha’s Windscar of flame and Kagome knew a dark spasm of desire at the look of bloody destruction in her master’s eyes. The pleasure of imminent destruction on Naraku’s pale face made her want to fall on her knees and beg him to fuck her, kill her, consume her – anything but continue to ignore her.
A split second before he was incinerated, The Spider spun nimbly out of the fireball’s path. The only thing that was torched was the waiting firewood. Drama, thy name is Naraku. Red and orange flames shot with a boom 15 feet in the air and shot sparks into the surrounding dry grass, which slowly began to catch and smolder in multiple micro-conflagrations.
“Naraku, you bastard! Just stand still and die!” shrieked InuYasha in frustration, his voice cracking in irritation as he bounded into the firelight in all his insane crimson-clad glory. The inu-hanyou’s eyes bleed red and orange like the fire as he slowly drew down into an offensive stance, singularly focused on his nemesis. That nemesis stood above InuYasha’s pacing form with patient, spring-coiled tightness, ready to strike.
“Come and get me, you worthless little puppy dog! Are you still pining for your beloved golem, InuYasha?” laughed Naraku as he spat poison at his furious, impatient foe.
The shouki wad hit InuYasha on the right cheek and though he never flinched, his sword trembled in his hands, hands tipped by rapidly elongating claws. Even Tetsusaiga couldn’t hold down the demonic rage overtaking InuYasha’s mind this time. The sword shook like a leaf in the wind as it strained to drain away InuYasha’s madness. Naraku narrowed his raw red eyes and grinned evilly at the dangling shred of control InuYasha was struggling to hang on to before he became a youkai berserker.
“You forget, you unwanted bastard get of a mongrel, that the Shikon no Tama and power are the only things worth fighting and dying for in this world!” Naraku goaded the raging inu with precision.
“Or maybe you think you avenge the mistaken supremacy of love? Do you want to kill me for Kikyou or for Kagome? It doesn’t matter, does it - because I’ve had them both!”
InuYasha threw his head back and howled. Kagome pressed her suddenly frigid spine up against her imprisoning boulder. Her throat was so dry she couldn’t make a sound – even if her mind would have let her! This was the final battle they had all worked so hard to attain; Naraku and InuYasha faced off against one another and only one could survive. If she knew it, then so did they. Finality fell over the fire-circle like a curtain of lead.
“I’ve taken the last jewel shards and will take everything else you ever wanted, desired, yearned for in that miserable excuse for a life you’ve deluded yourself into believing in!” Naraku raged down at his enemy and couldn’t resist one last barb, one he knew would throw the inu-hanyou over the edge into irredeemable bestial damnation. Kneeling down upon his rocky perch, The Evil One dropped the timbre of his deep voice into a gravelly bass growl and smiled.
“You are a weak, pathetic excuse for a youkai and need to be put down like the rabid little yappy dog that you are, InuYasha. Come on, little boy – I want you to beg me for death.”
Three things happened at once. InuYasha’s eyes bled deep luminescent blood red, green stripes ripped across his face and he lunged at Naraku. Naraku roared and shot spiked insectile limbs out to meet the careless, soulless InuYasha head-on. Kagome took a very deep breath into her dusty lungs and screamed InuYasha’s name.
He never heard her. He was beyond hearing her. Kagome was dead. InuYasha’s mind had seen Naraku kill her that horrible day in his forest by the well. The day before Sango died of her own weapon’s injuries. Two days before Shippo wandered away in a daze and disappeared. Four days before Miroku buried his love and then followed her into the clearing of the next world. InuYasha’s life was an endless parade of four long, unending days of hell. He just wanted to avenge poor Kagome and lonely Kikyou – the Kami owed him that, just that. Just that, goddammit!
Tetsusaiga sang in the air as InuYasha vaulted effortlessly towards his ultimate goal. Naraku’s twisted grimace filled his red vision, the hanyou’s human heart blazing in his youkai sight like the sun. InuYasha was going to carve out that little vile beating sun and eat it! He never felt the separation of his shoulder joint as The Spider’s scythe-like limb punctured his upper chest and threw him backwards into the hot sand. The twin limb struck a thick wound across his sternum and held the inu-youkai to the ground in a slavering, rabid tetanic rage.
Naraku dropped from his battlement and stalked forth to lord over his soon-to-be-slaughtered enemy. His demons raged for a brutal crush to the windpipe until the mutt was a dead fleshy rag-doll. Onigumo yelled above the slavering masses to slowly torture to boy and the hybrid of all desires that was Naraku had his own ideas. The Shikon no Tama did have the occasionally good idea and this was one instance in which the evil hanyou would agree whole-heartedly to do its dark bidding.
And then she…nearly…ruined…everything with her big mouth!
“INUYASHA!!!”, screamed a hysterical Kagome.
“Shut your mouth, bitch!” Naraku screamed back at her and swung a tentacle at her head and missed. Instead of knocking her flat and senseless, the kumo-hanyou severed her steel bounds, freeing her from many days’ captivity and stunning her stupid for a long moment.
InuYasha took advantage of his enemy’s moment of distraction and struck with Tetsusaiga in a slicing arc meant to disembowel. Naraku sucked his stomach in with inhuman quickness but caught the blade with a loud cry, a spray of blood and fell back onto his back clutching his torso as blood bubbled into the thirsty sand.
Breaking the horny spike from its limb and throwing himself onto Naraku, InuYasha drew back and punched the Spider hard in the face. Crunching bones and bubbling twisted laughter turned Kagome’s empty stomach as she watched the demon that once held her love mercilessly brutalize the demon who now held her soul. She could hear Naraku’s strangled, blood-choked laughter as it enflamed InuYasha’s bloodlust, until the inu-hanyou flattened his knuckles and struck the bridge of Naraku’s nose with a hard, straight jab that made the thoroughly beaten hanyou suddenly stop laughing and start choking in whooping gasps.
“InuYasha – STOP!!”, the miko wailed behind him.
“SHUT UP AND STAY DEAD, KAGOME! I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU!”, the blood-soaked inu roared at the night, not even turning to look at her.
InuYasha drew himself slowly to stand over the supine Naraku who clung desperately to consciousness and prayed his plans had been laid with precision. Now was going to be one hell of a time to be wrong!
But Onigumo had always been a gambler and so then, was Naraku.
Aiming Tetsusaiga with his remaining functional arm, knuckles shredded and bleeding all over the sword’s worn leather-dressed tang, the Inu no Taisho’s son pointed the Fang of his father at his greatest enemy’s evil heart. He only had to lean forward to run Naraku through and even if he perished from shouki poisoning, Naraku would end up in Hell before the Devil even knew InuYasha was dead.
Kagome flung herself at the bloody form of her master and her mind struggled to keep up with the speed of her heart.
“I’m doing this for us, Kagome.”, InuYasha whispered with both infinite madness and sadness as he shifted his weight to drive the sword home.
The Shikon no Tama flashed where it rested near Naraku’s heart and Kagome reached for InuYasha as the corded muscles in his arms began to extend Tetsusaiga into The Spider’s bare bleeding chest. Her reiki drew down into a glowing blue-black singularity and then instintaneouly flared out in a deafening blast of power, swallowing all three screaming beings in the paradox of blindingly black light.
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Kagome woke up blind against a warm, slick body with a hard long object in her hand.
Rapidly blinking, she tried to will her eyes to clear and instead felt the being under hands for any telltale signs of identification. The night was absolutely still but smelled of smoldering grass. Her fingers encountered a slick, sticky and undeniably male nipple which she unconsciously pinched as her hands moved upwards, searching.
If it was there, then she would know. It was her new mantra.
If it was there, then she would know.
If it was there, then she would know.
Her fingers felt a sickeningly spongy collar bone and she was pretty sure she felt a puddle of cooling blood in the hollow of the throat. But it wasn’t there. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t there!
She continued to blink blindly and slowly the world swum back into view.
Kagome knelt over the slowly breathing form of Naraku, who was an unconscious bloody mess, here and there still bleeding from InuYasha’s youkai claws. She held Tetsusaiga, now just a smoking and rusty piece of junk in her trembling hand. The kotodama was resting across Naraku’s hips where it had fallen from InuYasha’s neck when she… when she purified him.
“Oh sweet Kami, no… no… no…”, Kagome gurgled through her suddenly flooded eyes.
Naraku’s own swollen eyes cracked open at the sound of his miko’s misery. Running his hand up her arm in uncharacteristic gentleness, the dark hanyou simply was too beaten to do aught else. The Shikon no Tama had been both right and wise.
Gingerly, Naraku sat up, slowly reached into his chest and withdrew the nearly complete fragment. He pulled the ookami’s shards from their hiding places upon his person and fit them neatly into the miniscule crack in blue-black crystal orb. Bringing Kagome forward with his other arm, Naraku placed the jewel against the hollow of her throat, where its evil light turned her leather collar to ash upon her skin, rings and all. The jewel flashed brightly once more and formed a gleaming silver collar of its own devising in the vacated space. The graceful, sweeping arcs of gleaming silver metal belied their evil intent and strength. Naraku smiled bitterly at his loss… the jewel claimed dominion over Kagome, not him. Once complete, he would serve her and it – not the other way around.
He was going to have to kill her after all. He was going to have to kill her in order to be free.
Falling back upon the rapidly cooling sand, smiling at the reiki-blasted fire pit now empty of light and heat Naraku sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing Kagome’s bowed back as she sobbed.
“Good bitch.”