To Perish Twice the Pain by Jasmine Fields
Chapter One: Uninvited
Disclaimer: Youkai and hanyous were never once my idea to begin with, and unfortunately, neither are any of the Inu-Yasha characters. Simply put, this story is my creation, of sorts. Without the talents of Ms. Takahashi there would be no hope for us bizarre wanna-bes.
To Perish Twice the Pain: Chapter One: Uninvited
-Jasmine Fields
Introducing the Original Characters for Part II(not necessarily in order of appearance):
Shiroumi - meaning: Sea Fort
Meishenshi - meaning: Famous Warrior
Shouri - meaning: Victorious
Kurokeiken - meaning: Black Piety
Fuefuki - meaning: Piper
Hotaka - literally: a mountain located in Japan (not a place in this fic...strictly a name for the character)
Rokugatsumi - meaning: June
Introducing Other Important Terms
Kagi no Kodaitaisei - Key of the Ancient Order
******* Kodaitaisei - Ancient Order
Shakuhachi - traditional Japanese bamboo flute
A/N: This is a continuation of To Perish Once More, installment number two of the series. So, if you haven't yet read it, the plot set up is in Part I, and you may be a tad lost otherwise, without first customizing your self to my preferred style of writing.
For those who have stuck with me through the original writing...thank you for your support and belief! Any adjustments needed will take place for Chapter One and some of the other Sesshoumaru-dedicated chapters (later). Other than that, the pain should be minimal and the updates should become more regular, now that my pc problems are (hopefully) fixed permanently.
As always, this chapter is dedicated to my wonderful reviewers...especially Darck Child of Earth (thank you), Crys, AngelMiko69, barbara-marie, and ShadowDragon59... not to mention the few of you that I'm still trying to track down...(some reason, I lost your reviews and am still searching for them).
Thank you for your patience. You guys deserve the next few chapters.
-Jazz-
Warning: Part II Angst/Drama to ensue. -Jazz-
Sugar-sweet blood.
Whispered like an embittered mantra she silently repeated the words, not thinking either of the blackened whelps scarring her body or of the evil that haunted her while even an unreachable attempt to escape brinked at hell's egotistically large doorstep to stake its brimstone ignited nightmarish claim as it descended and fortified unbidden ghastly images of the darkest dreams to shadow her every wake.
His blood.
Decorated by an assortment of feverish yellow and purple rings - cheeks cold, clammy, and palpating with lifelessness - pussing and crushed, her jaw newly misaligned with bone jutting - protruding jagged pieces through her skin, she pressed onward breezing afloat her feather - her one and only earthly possession.
Disgusting bastard.
Eyes, fluttering from exhaustion, sunk deep into their sockets as the untamed winds of her soul's violent fury howled its resentment to the heavens.
She wiped the blue-black gushing blood from her lips and tried to wash clean places he had beaten and pierced to a pulpy perverse perfection.
His filthy hands....
They had roamed her body ravishing and fondling preciously covered places with gluttonous urgency since before she could ever recall.
She had endured his bestial treatment of her and managed to alter his advances - on several occasions - when he chose to use seduction to wield his strength against hers as he interrogated and punished her, soaking her body with his malicious hot ash white seed.
Candy-sweet.
Some day, she determined, she would no longer bend to his hateful will.
Her swearing would never cease - until the day he was beheaded, skewered through the neck with his eyes dislodged, staked on a high mountain to rot - an invitation for the whole world
to witness - while his intestines were gutted then scattered in the four winds left for scavenging animals to take advantage of - a discarded meal, if they so desired.
Like molasses.
She never wanted him to be memorialized - on earth among the living or else where, for that matter.
He was not deserving so much of even a burial or burning - of that she was positively certain.
The biggest advocates of Hade's hell and the lowest scum in the ghettos and warped spaces abounding the interiors and exteriors therein were reserved for fiends of his caliber. Hell itself would not ever rise to applaud his deceit - his evil.
Like honey-sweetness.
His death would be her gain.
His blood.
She remained valuable so long as she could satiate her turned-enemy lord's curiosity and keep him cocksure of his advantage. That she held knowledge and awareness a degree above his access of grotesque inquisitions was worth her troubles.
Risking his wrath was inevitable.
She had survived before and would again - given a fighting chance.
I want his blood...
So she thought.
...for my own pleasure.
She would, with out remorse, allow her youth and desirability to work in her favor - for once allowing her exorbitantly abhorrent bombastic master to exploit her for his own ends until her undertaking could transpire with out exposing her self or her one true friend to the dangers of the perversion inherently adored for its unrivalled output of energy and supernatural enticement.
Shikon no Tama -
She welcomed no part of Naraku's evil and was not interested any longer with the enchantment of the object that intrigued his unchallenged crusade for this - quest.
Hear my prayer.
Shivering from the shock that comes certain from quantifiably large doses of blood loss, she swore under bated breath.
Her vision was blurring again.
Next time, Naraku...
A wicked smile curved her misshapen lips.
The scheme developing in her mind would remain hidden from Hakudoushi's hostile eye.
Sugar-sweet -
The thoughts were on the edge of realization - which ought to have provided a small, albeit surreal, measure of comfort to the wind sorceress.
Oh yeh - your blood.
In the meantime, she evaded her lord once more...for a short time, no doubt.
Kohaku...
She felt a chilling call crawl upon her mind binding the boy under her protection.
Nearly desperate from the terror inflicted upon her person she, for the first time in her life, commited her self to a purpose above her own desires - to uphold a silent oath made to conceal the boy's new loyalties, of sorts, and bind her lips from accidentally even whispering any current where abouts in her sleep.
His place of peculiar belonging would remain protected.
Though her soul was already sold to the hellhounds already, she was certain...and there was no celestial being filled with compassion enough to spare her misery, in the end, from the entrapment of Naraku's wiles and whims should Kohaku come to harm, she would follow through with her plans when came the opportune moment.
Kagome...
She was the pure exception to her self-pitied observation and predicament.
She would give me that shard to take back to my loathed lord.
Gathering the remnants of her nearly stripped courage she concentrated steadfastly on her true task.
Breeze blowing beneath her, she sniffed the air and wrinkling her nose in fierce protest to the stench that lofted her way.
Wolf demon Kouga...
She would have to approach cautiously and be prepared to battle against his reproachful encounter. In her natural state, she confessed her enjoyment of plaguing him with her presence and annoying the prince and undoubtedly didn't mind offering him a bit of a struggle.
Her eyes glinted with mischief as she landed in a small field.
I might have a little fun while I'm here.
Her untamed tainted winds swallowed her previous fixation of self-pity as she stifled all traces of glee from her face, crossing her arms with indignation to stand up against the potential assault that she would joyfully confront on this day.
She looked forward this fortuitous rendez-vous.