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Scent
Nightingale
Chapter Four – Scent
…
A howl of pure rage tore through the small mountain fortress that served as his temporary refuge. A wooden table smashed against the wall, bursting into smithereens and was quickly followed by the blood and body of a poor unfortunate soldier. Sesshoumaru had once again ruined everything, foiled all his carefully laid out plans. Darkness, full of malevolence and anger, filtered through the room in uncontrollable palpitations as Naraku’s crimson eyes flashed dangerously.
“Find her! Kill anyone who gets in your way but she is to remain unscathed! Should you fail all your lives will be forfeit!”
He watched as his minions nodded and disappeared, the stench of their fear permeating the air around him. He felt a gust of wind and heard the snap of a fan.
“Bring her back to me unharmed Kagura.”
“Is your little pet that important Naraku-sama?”
A black tentacle snaked across the distance between them and wrapped around her neck in an instant, dragging her to him until all the wind demoness could see was the sinister glow of his dark eyes.
“Bring her back to me unharmed and I will return that precious heart you’re so fond of.” Naraku released his hold, ignored her gasps and coughs as she sucked in air. “But fail and I will crush it.”
…
“Sesshoumaru-sama.” Hiten bowed low, ready to give his report as ordered.
The inuyoukai remained silent, gold eyes skimming over the destruction of Naraku’s citadel. It’d been a surprise attack, one that had nearly succeeded. But the twisted and vile hanyou had slipped away soon after retracting his black tentacles. If there was anything Naraku was good at, it was running away, escaping before Sesshoumaru could land the killing blow, ending his poisonous existence once and for all.
“What have you discovered?”
“Fifty-two dead on our side. Two times that on the enemy’s. Many injured, all in various conditions and we’re currently detaining all enemy survivors. But Inuyasha-sama was unable to pick up Naraku’s scent. However, there is a rather…odd finding Sesshoumaru-sama.”
“Continue.”
“We found a golden cage, well, what is left of it. Inuyasha-sama mentioned something about a scent and that it lingers throughout the citadel, even by the main gate.”
“And where is this cage?”
“At the top most floor. It’s located in a circular room with only one small window.”
“Question the prisoners. Kill them after.”
“Hai Sessshoumaru-sama.”
Within moments he was stepping into the room. The right wall had been reduced to rubble, no doubt from the explosions. Part of the cage had been bent and twisted, half of it blown off in the blast. Sesshoumaru made his way towards it and without hesitation, stepped inside. He could make out a futon, robes and furs, and the remnants of a wooden swing hanging from an artificial tree. And there was a scent, most likely the one his brother had been speaking of, but it was too diluted here. Too much death, blood and black powder saturated the air to get a clean intake.
A breeze swept past, seemed to sigh in his sensitive ears and play with his silvery locks. And as it bounced off what walls were left in the wake of the destruction he’d wrought, it carried with it a whisper of the same scent tinged with blood. He took a quick inhalation and then abruptly felt his blood quicken, heart pound, and then all at once stop and everything was normal again.
Sesshoumaru breathed.
Power…mystery…allure…it lurked beneath the fresh scent and made his blood stir in unsettling and disturbing ways.
He heard his brother approach and stop beside him.
“The captives say Naraku had a female caged inside here. Only three men ever saw her though. Naraku himself, his dead father Onigumo, and some Bankotsu guy whose dead body was identified by one of the prisoners.”
A woman? Perhaps she was what drove Naraku’s outburst of fury before he retreated. Perhaps this dead man, this Bankotsu had helped her escape this prison. And if this was true, she had to be of some value to Naraku. If the evil hanyou’s actions didn’t say it all, then her scent certainly did.
“He’s one sick bastard.” Inuyasha bent down and picked up one of the discarded robes, turned it over in his hand and then let it flutter to the ground.
“She means something to Naraku. Find her and he won’t be too far behind. After Kikyo and Sango have healed the men, prep them. We head out within the hour.”
…
In his quest to defeat Naraku, Sesshoumaru oftentimes lost track of the seasons and how much time had passed. He hadn’t even realized it was winter until the snow started falling, dancing on the winds and coating everything in a pristine shimmering white.
But time and seasons were of no consequence. The despicable half demon had taken much away from him…too much…and Naraku would die by his hand, choke on his own life blood as Sesshoumaru crushed his neck and slowly seeped poison into his body, prolonging the pain and making him beg for death.
His strength wasn’t even his to have, stolen as it were from countless other demons. He did not deserve to live. With all the death and suffering he caused, Naraku would burn in hell a million times over. And Sesshoumaru would send him there, where he belonged, where torture was a game and screams like music to listening ears.
…to be continued…
Chapter Four – Scent
…
A howl of pure rage tore through the small mountain fortress that served as his temporary refuge. A wooden table smashed against the wall, bursting into smithereens and was quickly followed by the blood and body of a poor unfortunate soldier. Sesshoumaru had once again ruined everything, foiled all his carefully laid out plans. Darkness, full of malevolence and anger, filtered through the room in uncontrollable palpitations as Naraku’s crimson eyes flashed dangerously.
“Find her! Kill anyone who gets in your way but she is to remain unscathed! Should you fail all your lives will be forfeit!”
He watched as his minions nodded and disappeared, the stench of their fear permeating the air around him. He felt a gust of wind and heard the snap of a fan.
“Bring her back to me unharmed Kagura.”
“Is your little pet that important Naraku-sama?”
A black tentacle snaked across the distance between them and wrapped around her neck in an instant, dragging her to him until all the wind demoness could see was the sinister glow of his dark eyes.
“Bring her back to me unharmed and I will return that precious heart you’re so fond of.” Naraku released his hold, ignored her gasps and coughs as she sucked in air. “But fail and I will crush it.”
…
“Sesshoumaru-sama.” Hiten bowed low, ready to give his report as ordered.
The inuyoukai remained silent, gold eyes skimming over the destruction of Naraku’s citadel. It’d been a surprise attack, one that had nearly succeeded. But the twisted and vile hanyou had slipped away soon after retracting his black tentacles. If there was anything Naraku was good at, it was running away, escaping before Sesshoumaru could land the killing blow, ending his poisonous existence once and for all.
“What have you discovered?”
“Fifty-two dead on our side. Two times that on the enemy’s. Many injured, all in various conditions and we’re currently detaining all enemy survivors. But Inuyasha-sama was unable to pick up Naraku’s scent. However, there is a rather…odd finding Sesshoumaru-sama.”
“Continue.”
“We found a golden cage, well, what is left of it. Inuyasha-sama mentioned something about a scent and that it lingers throughout the citadel, even by the main gate.”
“And where is this cage?”
“At the top most floor. It’s located in a circular room with only one small window.”
“Question the prisoners. Kill them after.”
“Hai Sessshoumaru-sama.”
Within moments he was stepping into the room. The right wall had been reduced to rubble, no doubt from the explosions. Part of the cage had been bent and twisted, half of it blown off in the blast. Sesshoumaru made his way towards it and without hesitation, stepped inside. He could make out a futon, robes and furs, and the remnants of a wooden swing hanging from an artificial tree. And there was a scent, most likely the one his brother had been speaking of, but it was too diluted here. Too much death, blood and black powder saturated the air to get a clean intake.
A breeze swept past, seemed to sigh in his sensitive ears and play with his silvery locks. And as it bounced off what walls were left in the wake of the destruction he’d wrought, it carried with it a whisper of the same scent tinged with blood. He took a quick inhalation and then abruptly felt his blood quicken, heart pound, and then all at once stop and everything was normal again.
Sesshoumaru breathed.
Power…mystery…allure…it lurked beneath the fresh scent and made his blood stir in unsettling and disturbing ways.
He heard his brother approach and stop beside him.
“The captives say Naraku had a female caged inside here. Only three men ever saw her though. Naraku himself, his dead father Onigumo, and some Bankotsu guy whose dead body was identified by one of the prisoners.”
A woman? Perhaps she was what drove Naraku’s outburst of fury before he retreated. Perhaps this dead man, this Bankotsu had helped her escape this prison. And if this was true, she had to be of some value to Naraku. If the evil hanyou’s actions didn’t say it all, then her scent certainly did.
“He’s one sick bastard.” Inuyasha bent down and picked up one of the discarded robes, turned it over in his hand and then let it flutter to the ground.
“She means something to Naraku. Find her and he won’t be too far behind. After Kikyo and Sango have healed the men, prep them. We head out within the hour.”
…
In his quest to defeat Naraku, Sesshoumaru oftentimes lost track of the seasons and how much time had passed. He hadn’t even realized it was winter until the snow started falling, dancing on the winds and coating everything in a pristine shimmering white.
But time and seasons were of no consequence. The despicable half demon had taken much away from him…too much…and Naraku would die by his hand, choke on his own life blood as Sesshoumaru crushed his neck and slowly seeped poison into his body, prolonging the pain and making him beg for death.
His strength wasn’t even his to have, stolen as it were from countless other demons. He did not deserve to live. With all the death and suffering he caused, Naraku would burn in hell a million times over. And Sesshoumaru would send him there, where he belonged, where torture was a game and screams like music to listening ears.
…to be continued…