Sesshomaru Unbound
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Chapter 4
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Note: I couldn't get italics for Naraku's thought projections to work here, so I used a double colon (::) before and after.
Chapter 4
Sesshomaru did not generally enjoy bathing, but he was sure to clean himself with particular thoroughness and care after he left Naraku’s castle. If he could not be rid of the memories of the despicable hanyo’s misuse of his body, he could at least remove the traces of his ejaculate and the filth of the confinement room’s dirt floor. Shaking the water out his hair and mokomoko, he thought of Inuyasha’s one-word edict upon bursting into the chamber: “unforgivable.” This once, his hanyo brother was right. Naraku would pay, for the abuse and for his humiliation before Inuyasha. But first Sesshomaru had to recover his weapons.
Sesshomaru’s power came back to him remarkably swiftly, and it was good to feel like himself again, give or take a lingering soreness in a place he was loath to name. He waited until nightfall to return to the mountainside clearing where he had left Jaken and Rin. Scouting the site, he waited and watched, impatiently, until young Rin fell asleep. Then he made his presence known to Jaken.
He was barraged by his adherent’s rush of obsequious greetings, expressions of dismay at his unexpectedly long absence, and distress over his disheveled (and naked) appearance. Sesshomaru silenced him with a word, and commanded him, in the morning, to take Rin and the dragon she called Ah-un and head to the walled city on the far side of the mountain to purchase him new robes and armor. They should, he demanded, look and fit exactly as his previous ensemble had, causing the little green yokai to panic and hop from foot to foot as he always did in moments of anxiety. Placing his hand on Jaken’s head and forcing him to be still, Sesshomaru noted the importance of not waking Rin and added that he should not return until he had fulfilled his master’s request.
Sesshomaru walked quietly away, missing his soft footwear, his armor, and, most of all, his swords. He did not see but was nonetheless certain he was followed by a pitying gaze from Jaken for which he would have struck the creature had he actually turned to witness it. Instead, he trod on a ways, found a boulder to rest his back against, ignored its coldness, and worked to bring his mind into a meditative state.
He did not rouse fully for two days. He was centering his energies, reaffirming his imperious spirit, and—were he willing to admit it to himself—healing his bruised ego. With a corner of his mind, the next morning he noted the voices of Jaken and Rin as the child begged to be brought into his presence and Jaken dissuaded her. He did not open his eyes, just breathed deeply and waited. Soon, they flew off on his dragon yokai to do his bidding, and he returned to a deeper meditation.
Nothing disturbed him in the quiet setting for the next day and a half. When he next returned to self-awareness, however, it was not at his own choice. Jaken would not be back for at least a few more days. Resourceful he might be, but it took time to have armor crafted to suit Sesshomaru’s lofty standards and particular aesthetic. And he smelled no danger in the form of beast or demon. But something had brought him out of the healing trance-like state into which he had placed himself. In a flash, he knew: Naraku.
::Yes, Sesshomaru. Bring your mind to me. I summon you, my vassal.::
Sesshomaru forced a laugh. He was no one’s vassal, but he had been unable to detect or resist Naraku’s invasion of his consciousness. “Return my weapons, hanyo,” he said aloud.
Naraku’s hollow laugh pierced his mind, then his words: ::When I am ready.::
“Do you fear my power so much that you must steal from me? I already know you are coward enough to face me only when I am weakened by plant yokai magic. You will always be only an inferior hanyo, Naraku.”
The laughter redoubled. ::I am strong enough to read your deepest desires, my beautiful bitch. You cannot reach a state deep enough to prevent me from seeing them, and you lack a will strong enough to prevent me from acting on them.::
Sesshomaru attempted to shut his mind to Naraku’s thought projection but could not. He filled his consciousness with his burning desire to destroy the reprehensible hanyo, to wield Tokijin once more and feel the pleasure of slicing his head from his shoulders.
::You may indeed wish to kill me, Sesshomaru. But that is not your deepest desire. You have even more powerful cravings. We both know this. Search your soul and you will see them....::
Naraku’s voice faded from Sesshomaru’s mind, to be replaced with a vivid image of himself, naked, kneeling, shackled at wrist and ankle, his mouth on Naraku’s hard, immense cock.
Note: I couldn't get italics for Naraku's thought projections to work here, so I used a double colon (::) before and after.
Chapter 4
Sesshomaru did not generally enjoy bathing, but he was sure to clean himself with particular thoroughness and care after he left Naraku’s castle. If he could not be rid of the memories of the despicable hanyo’s misuse of his body, he could at least remove the traces of his ejaculate and the filth of the confinement room’s dirt floor. Shaking the water out his hair and mokomoko, he thought of Inuyasha’s one-word edict upon bursting into the chamber: “unforgivable.” This once, his hanyo brother was right. Naraku would pay, for the abuse and for his humiliation before Inuyasha. But first Sesshomaru had to recover his weapons.
Sesshomaru’s power came back to him remarkably swiftly, and it was good to feel like himself again, give or take a lingering soreness in a place he was loath to name. He waited until nightfall to return to the mountainside clearing where he had left Jaken and Rin. Scouting the site, he waited and watched, impatiently, until young Rin fell asleep. Then he made his presence known to Jaken.
He was barraged by his adherent’s rush of obsequious greetings, expressions of dismay at his unexpectedly long absence, and distress over his disheveled (and naked) appearance. Sesshomaru silenced him with a word, and commanded him, in the morning, to take Rin and the dragon she called Ah-un and head to the walled city on the far side of the mountain to purchase him new robes and armor. They should, he demanded, look and fit exactly as his previous ensemble had, causing the little green yokai to panic and hop from foot to foot as he always did in moments of anxiety. Placing his hand on Jaken’s head and forcing him to be still, Sesshomaru noted the importance of not waking Rin and added that he should not return until he had fulfilled his master’s request.
Sesshomaru walked quietly away, missing his soft footwear, his armor, and, most of all, his swords. He did not see but was nonetheless certain he was followed by a pitying gaze from Jaken for which he would have struck the creature had he actually turned to witness it. Instead, he trod on a ways, found a boulder to rest his back against, ignored its coldness, and worked to bring his mind into a meditative state.
He did not rouse fully for two days. He was centering his energies, reaffirming his imperious spirit, and—were he willing to admit it to himself—healing his bruised ego. With a corner of his mind, the next morning he noted the voices of Jaken and Rin as the child begged to be brought into his presence and Jaken dissuaded her. He did not open his eyes, just breathed deeply and waited. Soon, they flew off on his dragon yokai to do his bidding, and he returned to a deeper meditation.
Nothing disturbed him in the quiet setting for the next day and a half. When he next returned to self-awareness, however, it was not at his own choice. Jaken would not be back for at least a few more days. Resourceful he might be, but it took time to have armor crafted to suit Sesshomaru’s lofty standards and particular aesthetic. And he smelled no danger in the form of beast or demon. But something had brought him out of the healing trance-like state into which he had placed himself. In a flash, he knew: Naraku.
::Yes, Sesshomaru. Bring your mind to me. I summon you, my vassal.::
Sesshomaru forced a laugh. He was no one’s vassal, but he had been unable to detect or resist Naraku’s invasion of his consciousness. “Return my weapons, hanyo,” he said aloud.
Naraku’s hollow laugh pierced his mind, then his words: ::When I am ready.::
“Do you fear my power so much that you must steal from me? I already know you are coward enough to face me only when I am weakened by plant yokai magic. You will always be only an inferior hanyo, Naraku.”
The laughter redoubled. ::I am strong enough to read your deepest desires, my beautiful bitch. You cannot reach a state deep enough to prevent me from seeing them, and you lack a will strong enough to prevent me from acting on them.::
Sesshomaru attempted to shut his mind to Naraku’s thought projection but could not. He filled his consciousness with his burning desire to destroy the reprehensible hanyo, to wield Tokijin once more and feel the pleasure of slicing his head from his shoulders.
::You may indeed wish to kill me, Sesshomaru. But that is not your deepest desire. You have even more powerful cravings. We both know this. Search your soul and you will see them....::
Naraku’s voice faded from Sesshomaru’s mind, to be replaced with a vivid image of himself, naked, kneeling, shackled at wrist and ankle, his mouth on Naraku’s hard, immense cock.