Blood Tastes So Much Sweeter
By: The Gifted Ten & DerrangedBlonde
Part One: Sesshoumaru's Defeat
Naraku sneered viciously. He'd defeated that wretched Hanyou no problem. All that remained was the nuisance that was none other that the Hanyou's annoying older brother. "Just walk away Sesshoumaru, that is..... If you value your life," Naraku said in that arrogant, velvety voice of his, smirking at the silver haired demon all the while. He had the full Shikon no Tama, making him utterly invincible.
"You, a half-demon spawn, dare to threaten me, Sesshoumaru?" He walked a little closer, filling in the space that separated them, and glared down at Naraku's twisted grin. "Foolish."
"Half demon I am no more. And you've just taken a step too close!" Naraku pulled his arm back, fingernails extending into claws, and lunged at the demon, aiming to sink his claws into the demon's chest.
Sesshoumaru dodged the attack with ease, but also noting Naraku's newfound speed and strength... perhaps this would take a bit longer to end than he'd expected. * He's testing out his new abilities on me *, he thought. *Well, why not give the whelp a taste of what I can do...*
Naraku chuckled. He'd figured this demon would not be one so easily killed. "Is running away all you can do, Sesshoumaru? Why.... You're no better than your brother." He knew that insult was sure to get the youkai's attention.
"Do not dare to compare ME, Sesshoumaru, with that defeated half-breed!" He lunged at Naraku, baring his poisonous claws, and only managed to severe a few strands of hair--which immediately grew back. *He's fast* he thought.
'That was close...' Naraku growled. He stood in front of Sesshoumaru. "Poison claws.... Ha...." He held out his hand, fingertips spread and pointed at the sky, palm towards Sesshoumaru.
"Die..." He smirked and let loose a corrosively poisonous gas, holding the effects that Sesshoumaru's claws would, only he didn't have to even move.
His instincts warning him to get away from this unknown threat, Sesshoumaru leaped into the air, Naraku close on his heels. "Do you honestly think that you have a chance?"
"I could ask you the same question." His arms turned into branch like appendages and wrapped themselves around Sesshoumaru's ankles, pulling down with great force. "You're as good as dead!"
Sesshoumaru slashed at the arms with his energy whip and landed on the ground properly. "You're tricks do not amuse me, Kumo." And with that, he proceeded to draw out Tokijin.
Naraku's normally impassive face twisted into a bitter grin, his limbs returning to normal and he dropped down to the ground. "You are foolish indeed Sesshoumaru." He held his palm up, facing the sky, his forefinger moving in a beckoning way. "You dare use a sword crafted from my own flesh against me?!" The Tokijin's evil aura would begin to prove troublesome for even Sesshoumaru to control.
Tokijin vibrated in Sesshoumaru's hand, and faintly gave off a small aura that smelled of Naraku. Sesshoumaru used his will to suppress the sword's effort to be commanded by its source. It did little to help, save but to buy him a little time--which he would make worth his while. Sesshoumaru raised his pulsing sword and flooded it with his own raw demon power and shot it at Naraku's grinning face.
His palm was held up to the attack. He channeled his own demonic power, drawn mostly from the jewel embedded in his chest, and created a barrier with bolts of black electricity dancing around the barrier as if daring anything to touch it. "You cannot defeat me. You'll end up as your brother did!"
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes and channeled more power into the attack...As this went on for another minute or two, (with Naraku still shamelessly mocking him), Sesshoumaru lunged forward, quickly closing the gap in- between them. Naraku had no time to react before being punched in the face by his poisoned fist. "Learn your place, Kumo...... "He smirked, "on the ground."
Naraku bolted up from where he had been knocked down, his face healing rapidly. He brought his fist to Sesshoumaru's chest, breaking his armor. "Dogs like you belong in the mud, you filthy mutt" He finished off his attack with a round kick to Sesshoumaru's back, ready to attack again with a barrage of poison vapor.
Sesshoumaru slid on the ground, shocked by how quickly Naraku had recovered and pulled off a counter-attack. But his composure was soon regained as he stood up and once again raised the Tokijin to his foe. But as he began channeling his power through it again, Naraku saw this and summoned up an immense reservoir of his own power and shot it through the Tokijin. The sword in
Sesshoumaru's hand immediately glowed bright red, quickly cutting off the power he had been putting into it. He glared at Naraku--who looked quite pleased with himself--and slowly sheathed, the Tokijin back into his sash. The sword returned to normal--not being aimed at its "mother flesh", but Sesshoumaru knew he wouldn't be able to use it again during this battle. Only slightly deterred, Sesshoumaru took on a face of neutrality as his eyes turned bloodshot, and his irises changed to a bluish hue.
"Now.... You will experience the power of a true demon. Watch closely, Kumo, because you might be dead before you get a chance to learn anything.
"Oh no....threats from a pathetic insolent puppy; I'm terrified"
And with that, his form twisted and grew until he was standing on all fours- -in his true form.
Naraku smirked. "You're even less of a threat in that form." The dog demon only had three legs. Naraku's violet eyes swept over him, mentally analyzing his opponent, noting both the strong points (teeth and claws) and the weaker areas (Behind his neck and on his back), he took a fighting stance, waiting for the dog to make the first move.
Sesshoumaru circled around Naraku--who kept a steady gaze on him--and tried his earnest to move properly without his left front leg. 'Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea', he thought to himself, 'but this way, I can see him better and I don't have to hold anything back.' He lunged at Naraku, who dodged his attack with mild ease--just what he'd wanted.... Sesshoumaru whipped his head around while Naraku was still evading his charge and spit out poisonous saliva--which was even more potent now that he was in his true form. It hit Naraku with a force that knocked him to the ground, which sizzled around him as the poison ate away at it.
A thick miasma poured out of his back as the poison ate through his clothing sizzling his flesh. It enveloped the area with its suffocating thickness. Naraku growled, rising shakily on his legs, his back trying to heal itself, but slowed due to the potent quality of the acidic poison. When the Miasma dispersed, Naraku stood rigid, with his back to Sesshoumaru. Torn remnants of Naraku's former outfit clung to parts of his back. His spider scar was almost glowing as Naraku's rage increased. He turned to face the dog, eyes glowing a crimson red.
'Going to show your true self, are you, Kumo?' Sesshoumaru thought. He barked in mild triumph. He leaped into the air, aiming his landing on Naraku's rigid form, claws and teeth at the ready.
Naraku's arms shot out, turning into those twisted branch-like limbs once more, wrapping themselves around the attacking demon's throat, tightening and then tugging downward. More limbs sprouted from his shoulders wrapping around the dog's legs. Victory for Sesshoumaru was anything but near at hand.
Sesshoumaru could hardly breathe, and his legs were useless in Naraku's grip. Remembering what his saliva had done the last time he used it, Sesshoumaru turned his head and let himself drool on the branches that constricted his neck. Below, he could see Naraku flinch with the searing pain of the poisonous acid, but he somehow shot out more limbs at him to strengthen his old around his throat. Sesshoumaru twisted in the air and coughed up more saliva that flew everywhere, causing many of Naraku's limbs to loosen their hold around him long enough for him to twist free and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
Panting, Sesshoumaru shook off the arms that had managed to still cling to him, even though they were no longer attached to Naraku. He managed to get out a low growl to show his displeasure, but his throat hurt something awful, and he realized that Naraku had surged some of his own poison through his membranous limbs and had somehow managed to pierce his skin, mixing the deadly concoction with his blood. As he watched Naraku pull back together, he could feel the poison working its way through his body, and with every minute, he found it harder to stay alert.
Naraku pulled back the branches, they returned to normal, yet badly wounded arms. Even with the added power of the Jewel tainted with pure malevolence, his energy was being rapidly consumed having to heal. Sesshoumaru was a worthy opponent. And just that thought made Naraku want to hate him more. A wicked smile crossed the powerful full-fledged youkai's face as he inched slowly towards the battered Sesshoumaru. "Give up. This fight, you cannot win."
Sesshoumaru knew that he would not be able to last much longer if he didn't do something about the poison that was consuming him. Taking a step back, he glowed white and turned into a flashing white ball of light, and slowly took the shape of his human self. Grimacing at the condition his body was in, Sesshoumaru reached up towards his sword, but this time, he unsheathed the Tensaiga, which glowed a brilliant blue-black as it proceeded to heal his wounds.
Naraku's smile was turned into a vicious sneer. He himself could barely mask his own lack of energy but he couldn't allow the demon to regain full power. He shot out his branch limbs and tore the blade away from its owner, flinging it far off into the distance. He grimaced but covered it up with a glare. "Tsk. tsk... So weak you have to resort to a blade? I pity you."
Sesshoumaru glared up at him, but cursed himself for counting on the fact that he assumed Naraku would be too weak and stupid to try and pull off something like that. In any case, though, the Tensaiga had healed much of his outer wounds, but he could still sense the poison coursing in his veins. He raised his hand up to Naraku and shot out tiny needles that threatened Naraku's hair another trim.
Naraku smirked and created a small barrier to negate the attack. Had he more energy, he would have made more of a spectacle out of it. Now he was only going to use what he must. His palm was out towards Sesshoumaru. "Give up you wretched, worthless, piece of trash. You aren't worth my time...."
Knowing another surprise-attack like he'd done last time wasn't possible, Sesshoumaru simply ceased, though his hand still raised defensively. Not knowing how to attack him successfully, he waited for Naraku to make the next move.
Naraku snarled. Obviously neither of them was going to back down. So now it was all or nothing. "Since neither of us will submit.... I propose a final attack.... Winner is the one still standing... namely, me." He wasn't going to give him a choice either way. At that very moment he was gathering 3/4 of the remainder of his power into a final attack.
"Fine." Sesshoumaru proceeded to gather his remaining power for the proposed attack; his being emanating a red glow as tiny little electric power sparks flickered around him... Naraku, it seemed, was nearly finished concentrating his power, so he had to hurry.
He held both his hands out in front of him; his evil aura filled the clearing their battle had made. Bolts of that black electricity danced about his body, sometimes colliding with Sesshoumaru's energy as well.
Sesshoumaru was almost finished collecting his powers when suddenly, Naraku charged at him unexpectedly, and he barely had time to collect himself and lunge forward himself.
"Heh, not ready yet, were you, dog demon?" Naraku jeered.
Sesshoumaru's eyes thinned, "I'm ready enough for the likes of you!"
The space between them was closing fast, and both could almost taste their own victory.
Sesshoumaru was using the gap as an advantage to gather more power, though he didn't like the fact that Naraku was picking up speed.
Finally, there was no gap, and the two foes slammed against each other with a force that cleared and shook the ground as a deafening clap of thunderous power exploded on contact as the auras of Naraku and Sesshoumaru collided.
Barely able to stand his ground, Naraku glared at Sesshoumaru through the energy rips, seeing the youkai's face beaded with sweat.
Sesshoumaru didn't know how long he could keep this up and suddenly thought of something...Tokijin. He knew he wouldn't be able to wield it for any length of time, but before it refused him, he could at least throw it at Naraku or make a quick stab at him. It was a gamble, it had to work--he had no other options left. Glancing down at the sword, Sesshoumaru saw it was not glowing red and he quickly made to draw it out.
Naraku saw as Sesshoumaru glanced at his precious Tokijin, 'hoping to get in one final move, are you?' Naraku thought. He waited for the opportune moment before acting
Sesshoumaru had successfully drawn out the Tokijin without Naraku seeing him--or so he thought--and as he raised it in a final attempt to finish the spider, he saw Naraku's face twist in an evil grin. Suddenly, he felt a gut- wrenching pain, and he looked down to find Tokijin embedded in his stomach.
The clashing auras slowly died down as two figures could be seen in the clearing dust. One was standing proud and tall, glowering at the hunched figure that had a sword protruded through him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... you really are a fool, Sesshoumaru. After I warn you of using my own flesh against me, and seeing what could happen if you did, you still defy yourself and try a lame attempt at attacking me with the Tokijin." Naraku walked over to the youkai and stood over him for a second before leaning down to Sesshoumaru's line of view.
Sesshoumaru could barely stand anymore, but he wouldn't let Naraku see him fall.... Couldn't.... Suddenly, he was looking straight into Naraku's deep, purple orbs, which were regarding him with a mild satisfaction.
Naraku smirked, satisfaction written all over his smug face. "Let me help you with that." He said, his voice acidic, grasping the hilt of the blade he'd just rammed into Sesshoumaru's stomach not even a minute before. He pulled it out excruciatingly slow, making sure Sesshoumaru knew of his defeat with every painful second.
Sesshoumaru gasped in pain as Naraku took his time removing the Tokijin from his belly. Dark demon blood gushed from his wound as the tip of the sword was now drawn out. Sesshoumaru fell to one knee as his body shuddered with pain and fatigue. Faintly, he could still feel the poison Naraku had implanted in him as it continued its course through his blood stream, making him weaker by the minute.
Naraku reached out, tilting the demon's chin up so he could add further insult to devastating injury. He dragged his tongue along the blade, making sure Sesshoumaru was watching. He smirked. "Your blood tastes almost better than your brothers.. Almost. "He hissed into his ear before tossing the blade away like it was nothing.
Sesshoumaru choked on some blood that was gathering in his mouth before he spat, "Nara.... Ku..." he couldn't finish what he wanted to say as he started coughing up blood uncontrollably
Naraku's lips twisted into a grin so devilish and wicked, the devil himself would have been red with envy. He redirected the Youkai's attention once more to his face. Black blood stained his enemy's lips and chin. Naraku held the other youkai's chin firmly in place, pressing his lips to Sesshoumaru's and then pulled away, licking his own with sadistic glory. "Yet, I find your blood tastes so much sweeter from you lips, Sesshoumaru."
Stunned, Sesshoumaru could only stare back at Naraku--though on the inside he wanted to rip his face off with his claws--he couldn't move hardly at all. The poison in him had almost completely consumed him. The last thing he remembered seeing was Naraku's cruel smile as his vision failed and he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious
Naraku looked at Sesshoumaru with cold and bitter eyes; he savored every second of Sesshoumaru's agony before he collapsed. Surely, he couldn't let such an interesting plaything just die like that. Oh heavens no.... His newest toy would live..... But for how long..?
A/N: heeeeee!!!! How do you like part one?! I'm co-writing this with my friend (Derrangedblonde), and it's the most fun I've had ever! Check out the next part: Poison
By: The Gifted Ten & DerrangedBlonde
Part One: Sesshoumaru's Defeat
Naraku sneered viciously. He'd defeated that wretched Hanyou no problem. All that remained was the nuisance that was none other that the Hanyou's annoying older brother. "Just walk away Sesshoumaru, that is..... If you value your life," Naraku said in that arrogant, velvety voice of his, smirking at the silver haired demon all the while. He had the full Shikon no Tama, making him utterly invincible.
"You, a half-demon spawn, dare to threaten me, Sesshoumaru?" He walked a little closer, filling in the space that separated them, and glared down at Naraku's twisted grin. "Foolish."
"Half demon I am no more. And you've just taken a step too close!" Naraku pulled his arm back, fingernails extending into claws, and lunged at the demon, aiming to sink his claws into the demon's chest.
Sesshoumaru dodged the attack with ease, but also noting Naraku's newfound speed and strength... perhaps this would take a bit longer to end than he'd expected. * He's testing out his new abilities on me *, he thought. *Well, why not give the whelp a taste of what I can do...*
Naraku chuckled. He'd figured this demon would not be one so easily killed. "Is running away all you can do, Sesshoumaru? Why.... You're no better than your brother." He knew that insult was sure to get the youkai's attention.
"Do not dare to compare ME, Sesshoumaru, with that defeated half-breed!" He lunged at Naraku, baring his poisonous claws, and only managed to severe a few strands of hair--which immediately grew back. *He's fast* he thought.
'That was close...' Naraku growled. He stood in front of Sesshoumaru. "Poison claws.... Ha...." He held out his hand, fingertips spread and pointed at the sky, palm towards Sesshoumaru.
"Die..." He smirked and let loose a corrosively poisonous gas, holding the effects that Sesshoumaru's claws would, only he didn't have to even move.
His instincts warning him to get away from this unknown threat, Sesshoumaru leaped into the air, Naraku close on his heels. "Do you honestly think that you have a chance?"
"I could ask you the same question." His arms turned into branch like appendages and wrapped themselves around Sesshoumaru's ankles, pulling down with great force. "You're as good as dead!"
Sesshoumaru slashed at the arms with his energy whip and landed on the ground properly. "You're tricks do not amuse me, Kumo." And with that, he proceeded to draw out Tokijin.
Naraku's normally impassive face twisted into a bitter grin, his limbs returning to normal and he dropped down to the ground. "You are foolish indeed Sesshoumaru." He held his palm up, facing the sky, his forefinger moving in a beckoning way. "You dare use a sword crafted from my own flesh against me?!" The Tokijin's evil aura would begin to prove troublesome for even Sesshoumaru to control.
Tokijin vibrated in Sesshoumaru's hand, and faintly gave off a small aura that smelled of Naraku. Sesshoumaru used his will to suppress the sword's effort to be commanded by its source. It did little to help, save but to buy him a little time--which he would make worth his while. Sesshoumaru raised his pulsing sword and flooded it with his own raw demon power and shot it at Naraku's grinning face.
His palm was held up to the attack. He channeled his own demonic power, drawn mostly from the jewel embedded in his chest, and created a barrier with bolts of black electricity dancing around the barrier as if daring anything to touch it. "You cannot defeat me. You'll end up as your brother did!"
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes and channeled more power into the attack...As this went on for another minute or two, (with Naraku still shamelessly mocking him), Sesshoumaru lunged forward, quickly closing the gap in- between them. Naraku had no time to react before being punched in the face by his poisoned fist. "Learn your place, Kumo...... "He smirked, "on the ground."
Naraku bolted up from where he had been knocked down, his face healing rapidly. He brought his fist to Sesshoumaru's chest, breaking his armor. "Dogs like you belong in the mud, you filthy mutt" He finished off his attack with a round kick to Sesshoumaru's back, ready to attack again with a barrage of poison vapor.
Sesshoumaru slid on the ground, shocked by how quickly Naraku had recovered and pulled off a counter-attack. But his composure was soon regained as he stood up and once again raised the Tokijin to his foe. But as he began channeling his power through it again, Naraku saw this and summoned up an immense reservoir of his own power and shot it through the Tokijin. The sword in
Sesshoumaru's hand immediately glowed bright red, quickly cutting off the power he had been putting into it. He glared at Naraku--who looked quite pleased with himself--and slowly sheathed, the Tokijin back into his sash. The sword returned to normal--not being aimed at its "mother flesh", but Sesshoumaru knew he wouldn't be able to use it again during this battle. Only slightly deterred, Sesshoumaru took on a face of neutrality as his eyes turned bloodshot, and his irises changed to a bluish hue.
"Now.... You will experience the power of a true demon. Watch closely, Kumo, because you might be dead before you get a chance to learn anything.
"Oh no....threats from a pathetic insolent puppy; I'm terrified"
And with that, his form twisted and grew until he was standing on all fours- -in his true form.
Naraku smirked. "You're even less of a threat in that form." The dog demon only had three legs. Naraku's violet eyes swept over him, mentally analyzing his opponent, noting both the strong points (teeth and claws) and the weaker areas (Behind his neck and on his back), he took a fighting stance, waiting for the dog to make the first move.
Sesshoumaru circled around Naraku--who kept a steady gaze on him--and tried his earnest to move properly without his left front leg. 'Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea', he thought to himself, 'but this way, I can see him better and I don't have to hold anything back.' He lunged at Naraku, who dodged his attack with mild ease--just what he'd wanted.... Sesshoumaru whipped his head around while Naraku was still evading his charge and spit out poisonous saliva--which was even more potent now that he was in his true form. It hit Naraku with a force that knocked him to the ground, which sizzled around him as the poison ate away at it.
A thick miasma poured out of his back as the poison ate through his clothing sizzling his flesh. It enveloped the area with its suffocating thickness. Naraku growled, rising shakily on his legs, his back trying to heal itself, but slowed due to the potent quality of the acidic poison. When the Miasma dispersed, Naraku stood rigid, with his back to Sesshoumaru. Torn remnants of Naraku's former outfit clung to parts of his back. His spider scar was almost glowing as Naraku's rage increased. He turned to face the dog, eyes glowing a crimson red.
'Going to show your true self, are you, Kumo?' Sesshoumaru thought. He barked in mild triumph. He leaped into the air, aiming his landing on Naraku's rigid form, claws and teeth at the ready.
Naraku's arms shot out, turning into those twisted branch-like limbs once more, wrapping themselves around the attacking demon's throat, tightening and then tugging downward. More limbs sprouted from his shoulders wrapping around the dog's legs. Victory for Sesshoumaru was anything but near at hand.
Sesshoumaru could hardly breathe, and his legs were useless in Naraku's grip. Remembering what his saliva had done the last time he used it, Sesshoumaru turned his head and let himself drool on the branches that constricted his neck. Below, he could see Naraku flinch with the searing pain of the poisonous acid, but he somehow shot out more limbs at him to strengthen his old around his throat. Sesshoumaru twisted in the air and coughed up more saliva that flew everywhere, causing many of Naraku's limbs to loosen their hold around him long enough for him to twist free and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
Panting, Sesshoumaru shook off the arms that had managed to still cling to him, even though they were no longer attached to Naraku. He managed to get out a low growl to show his displeasure, but his throat hurt something awful, and he realized that Naraku had surged some of his own poison through his membranous limbs and had somehow managed to pierce his skin, mixing the deadly concoction with his blood. As he watched Naraku pull back together, he could feel the poison working its way through his body, and with every minute, he found it harder to stay alert.
Naraku pulled back the branches, they returned to normal, yet badly wounded arms. Even with the added power of the Jewel tainted with pure malevolence, his energy was being rapidly consumed having to heal. Sesshoumaru was a worthy opponent. And just that thought made Naraku want to hate him more. A wicked smile crossed the powerful full-fledged youkai's face as he inched slowly towards the battered Sesshoumaru. "Give up. This fight, you cannot win."
Sesshoumaru knew that he would not be able to last much longer if he didn't do something about the poison that was consuming him. Taking a step back, he glowed white and turned into a flashing white ball of light, and slowly took the shape of his human self. Grimacing at the condition his body was in, Sesshoumaru reached up towards his sword, but this time, he unsheathed the Tensaiga, which glowed a brilliant blue-black as it proceeded to heal his wounds.
Naraku's smile was turned into a vicious sneer. He himself could barely mask his own lack of energy but he couldn't allow the demon to regain full power. He shot out his branch limbs and tore the blade away from its owner, flinging it far off into the distance. He grimaced but covered it up with a glare. "Tsk. tsk... So weak you have to resort to a blade? I pity you."
Sesshoumaru glared up at him, but cursed himself for counting on the fact that he assumed Naraku would be too weak and stupid to try and pull off something like that. In any case, though, the Tensaiga had healed much of his outer wounds, but he could still sense the poison coursing in his veins. He raised his hand up to Naraku and shot out tiny needles that threatened Naraku's hair another trim.
Naraku smirked and created a small barrier to negate the attack. Had he more energy, he would have made more of a spectacle out of it. Now he was only going to use what he must. His palm was out towards Sesshoumaru. "Give up you wretched, worthless, piece of trash. You aren't worth my time...."
Knowing another surprise-attack like he'd done last time wasn't possible, Sesshoumaru simply ceased, though his hand still raised defensively. Not knowing how to attack him successfully, he waited for Naraku to make the next move.
Naraku snarled. Obviously neither of them was going to back down. So now it was all or nothing. "Since neither of us will submit.... I propose a final attack.... Winner is the one still standing... namely, me." He wasn't going to give him a choice either way. At that very moment he was gathering 3/4 of the remainder of his power into a final attack.
"Fine." Sesshoumaru proceeded to gather his remaining power for the proposed attack; his being emanating a red glow as tiny little electric power sparks flickered around him... Naraku, it seemed, was nearly finished concentrating his power, so he had to hurry.
He held both his hands out in front of him; his evil aura filled the clearing their battle had made. Bolts of that black electricity danced about his body, sometimes colliding with Sesshoumaru's energy as well.
Sesshoumaru was almost finished collecting his powers when suddenly, Naraku charged at him unexpectedly, and he barely had time to collect himself and lunge forward himself.
"Heh, not ready yet, were you, dog demon?" Naraku jeered.
Sesshoumaru's eyes thinned, "I'm ready enough for the likes of you!"
The space between them was closing fast, and both could almost taste their own victory.
Sesshoumaru was using the gap as an advantage to gather more power, though he didn't like the fact that Naraku was picking up speed.
Finally, there was no gap, and the two foes slammed against each other with a force that cleared and shook the ground as a deafening clap of thunderous power exploded on contact as the auras of Naraku and Sesshoumaru collided.
Barely able to stand his ground, Naraku glared at Sesshoumaru through the energy rips, seeing the youkai's face beaded with sweat.
Sesshoumaru didn't know how long he could keep this up and suddenly thought of something...Tokijin. He knew he wouldn't be able to wield it for any length of time, but before it refused him, he could at least throw it at Naraku or make a quick stab at him. It was a gamble, it had to work--he had no other options left. Glancing down at the sword, Sesshoumaru saw it was not glowing red and he quickly made to draw it out.
Naraku saw as Sesshoumaru glanced at his precious Tokijin, 'hoping to get in one final move, are you?' Naraku thought. He waited for the opportune moment before acting
Sesshoumaru had successfully drawn out the Tokijin without Naraku seeing him--or so he thought--and as he raised it in a final attempt to finish the spider, he saw Naraku's face twist in an evil grin. Suddenly, he felt a gut- wrenching pain, and he looked down to find Tokijin embedded in his stomach.
The clashing auras slowly died down as two figures could be seen in the clearing dust. One was standing proud and tall, glowering at the hunched figure that had a sword protruded through him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... you really are a fool, Sesshoumaru. After I warn you of using my own flesh against me, and seeing what could happen if you did, you still defy yourself and try a lame attempt at attacking me with the Tokijin." Naraku walked over to the youkai and stood over him for a second before leaning down to Sesshoumaru's line of view.
Sesshoumaru could barely stand anymore, but he wouldn't let Naraku see him fall.... Couldn't.... Suddenly, he was looking straight into Naraku's deep, purple orbs, which were regarding him with a mild satisfaction.
Naraku smirked, satisfaction written all over his smug face. "Let me help you with that." He said, his voice acidic, grasping the hilt of the blade he'd just rammed into Sesshoumaru's stomach not even a minute before. He pulled it out excruciatingly slow, making sure Sesshoumaru knew of his defeat with every painful second.
Sesshoumaru gasped in pain as Naraku took his time removing the Tokijin from his belly. Dark demon blood gushed from his wound as the tip of the sword was now drawn out. Sesshoumaru fell to one knee as his body shuddered with pain and fatigue. Faintly, he could still feel the poison Naraku had implanted in him as it continued its course through his blood stream, making him weaker by the minute.
Naraku reached out, tilting the demon's chin up so he could add further insult to devastating injury. He dragged his tongue along the blade, making sure Sesshoumaru was watching. He smirked. "Your blood tastes almost better than your brothers.. Almost. "He hissed into his ear before tossing the blade away like it was nothing.
Sesshoumaru choked on some blood that was gathering in his mouth before he spat, "Nara.... Ku..." he couldn't finish what he wanted to say as he started coughing up blood uncontrollably
Naraku's lips twisted into a grin so devilish and wicked, the devil himself would have been red with envy. He redirected the Youkai's attention once more to his face. Black blood stained his enemy's lips and chin. Naraku held the other youkai's chin firmly in place, pressing his lips to Sesshoumaru's and then pulled away, licking his own with sadistic glory. "Yet, I find your blood tastes so much sweeter from you lips, Sesshoumaru."
Stunned, Sesshoumaru could only stare back at Naraku--though on the inside he wanted to rip his face off with his claws--he couldn't move hardly at all. The poison in him had almost completely consumed him. The last thing he remembered seeing was Naraku's cruel smile as his vision failed and he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious
Naraku looked at Sesshoumaru with cold and bitter eyes; he savored every second of Sesshoumaru's agony before he collapsed. Surely, he couldn't let such an interesting plaything just die like that. Oh heavens no.... His newest toy would live..... But for how long..?
A/N: heeeeee!!!! How do you like part one?! I'm co-writing this with my friend (Derrangedblonde), and it's the most fun I've had ever! Check out the next part: Poison