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Chapter Eleven
A low growl escaped the throat of the boy that was chained up by his wrists to rings connected into the bricks of the room. His fangs were bared, his eyes were red with blue & his hair was no longer red at all. It had been completely taken over by the silver-ish white coloring that he inherited from his father. His red eyes stared ahead at the demon who brought him here when he was asleep; his only vulnerable time. The low growl grew louder as the demon stepped forward & put his hand on the boy's chin, lightly stroking the jaw structure his hand lie over. This made the markings that were already showing slightly brighter, grow darker & brighter in color, showing as well as his father's own.
"You look so much like your father," the demon murmured as he stared at the boy's mouth. "Especially when you're angry. Have you ever been this angry, young one?" He asked as he moved closer to the body that was against the wall; eye level with him since he was being suspended by the chains & a spell that would help hold him up since he was still too young to be tall enough for his feet to reach the floor.
"You will die for this," the boy spat, his nails emitting a greenish glow, making the demon that stood before him grin. His hand was curled so his thumb claw was merely two inches from his other claws.
"You don't intend on using your Dokkasou do you?" Asked the demon, amusement in the tone of his voice. "I wouldn't advice your usage of it while you're here at my castle," he said before he used the tips of his claws,instead of the palm of his hand that had been used before, to trace the boy's jaw structure.
The captive grimaced, his nose turning upwards as his own arm jerked forward in attempt to slash the arm of his captor with his deadly claws, but the chains stopped him, bringing pain to his wrist in the process from the sudden jerk in the chains. "Why is that?"
"My miasma, once released, will take over your poison & suffocate, then, kill you," was the reply the boy got with a smirk that made him uneasy. "So I would suggest you stop yourself." He smiled in satisfaction when the glow of the Dokkasou disappeared, leaving plain, but sharp, claws "Good boy," he purred, running the claw of his index finger over the boy's curved then pointed ears that rested on the top of his head. "Now, tell me what your name is."
"You found out who my father is, where I lived, even my vulnerable time... But not what my name is?" The boy laughed at this, only to have his laughter cut short by a hand clasping around his throat. "My name is Isamu. Now that you know my name, I believe it is only fair that you should share your name with me."
"My name is Naraku," the demon answered, looking at Isamu through half-closed, but alert, eyes. "And before you have to ask, I shall answer you. I brought you here as part of a plan of mine to get your father here. If I thought everything out clearly, your uncle, Inu Yasha, will be following with your father; leaving your mother alone with the cursed monk & the human your father took in."
"Your plan is to get Miroku, mother, & Rin alone? Some plan," Isamu, whose eyes were now white with amber again, scoffed before receiving a sharp glare from Naraku.
"There is more, you ignorant whelp," Naraku hissed as he moved his face closer to Isamu who bit at him. He brought his head back quick enough to avoid the sharp bite of the hanyou child. Angered by the action of the hanyou child, he hit the child with the back of his hand, turning Isamu's head with the force of the slap. While isamu still had his head turned away from Naraku, he grabbed his chin & turned his head as harsh as he could to bring his face to his direction. "While they are away from the castle, & your mother is alone with the monk, surely they will keep each other company in more ways than one. And when your father returns to her with the news that you are dead, by then she will have conceive the monk's child. In turn, the pain swallows him up & it will be known, that through a chain of events, I, Naraku, caused the fall of the Great Lord Sesshomaru, so-called ruler of the Western Lands."
Isamu raised an eyebrow & scoffed, his nose turning upwards. "This is a stupid plan, Naraku. I know my father is smart enough to figure out that you are the cause of this entire thing, let alone let what you cause upset him. And my mother loves my father enough to stay loyal to him. And going to the monk? Apparently you haven't read too much into the history of mom & Miroku," he chuckled. "Miroku's hurt my mom too much for her to even get in the same bed as him, let alone conceive a baby from him. Oh & I'd love to see you kill me," he smirked.
"You underestimate my full abilities child," Naraku said, his face once again, getting close to Isamu's. "I can do far more than you are giving me credit for," he mused before he pressed his lips to Isamu's, resting his hand on the boy's jaw with enough hold to not hurt him, but enough to hold his jaw so he couldn't bite him.
Isamu groaned in disgust as he tried to turn his head to escape the lips that were pressed against his own, but he failed as nails pressed into the other side of his face & a low growl escaped Naraku's throat. Hearing the growl, he stopped trying as Naraku slid his tongue from his mouth, tracing it along Isamu's lips before he pulled away with a grin. "You are a sick bastard," Isamu growled, his markings darker & bright in color once again as his eyes went back to being red with blue & his fangs were once more bared.
"So I have been told," Naraku mused as he turned his back to Isamu & left him to himself when he left the room.
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When Isamu awoke, it was to the lower portion of the clothes his father had given him, being ripped off his body & suddenly he became aware of what was going on. He was laying on a futon, but he couldn't move to stop the clothes from being ripped off. He let out a loud growl that only made Naraku chuckle & ran his hands over Isamu's now exposed thighs. "Get your fucking hands off of me you fucking sick bastard!" Isamu growled, his nails emitting a greenish glow.
"Uh, uh Isamu... Are you forgetting what I have told you already?" Naraku warned, licking his lips as he hovered above Isamu. "Do you wish to die before you see your father again?"
"Get off of me Naraku," Isamu growled as he tried to move his body to get out of this disgusting situation. Already his hair looked as if it were bleeding as it went from red to white, the white coming from the top, taking over the red as it moved downward. His eyes were red with blue pupils & slowly his fangs were getting sharper, something that had never happened during the change; but he didn't notice. "Whatever it is you want from me, I'm not giving it to you. You disgust me." The last part was hissed through clenched teeth as Naraku slowly raked his claws over Isamu's stomach.
"You may wish you can choose whether or not you give me what I desire, but while you're here, I make the choice for you," Naraku said, his voice soft as he spoke, but his claws dug into Isamu's flesh. When he didn't cry out like most hanyou children would, he dug his claws deeper, blood slowly pooling around the bit of his claws that hadn't yet slid into the flesh. Still no cries of pain from the hanyou. "You do well at hiding your pain boy," he purred as he pulled his hand back, the claws pulling out of the flesh, allowing the wound to bleed slowly before the wound started to heal. He licked at the blood that remained before a content smirk came to his lips.
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Isamu lay alone in the room now that Naraku had left him to his thoughts. He was sore & his stomach turned at the fetor that filled his nose. He felt as if it was the worse thing he could ever smell; the smell of Naraku's arousal, then what followed; the sex. He hated every moment of it & during the entire act, he'd wished he could use his Dokkasou, but he remembered Naraku's threat & felt weakened. He knew with one quick slice from his claws, the bastard's throat would be slit, but he also knew if Naraku saw the attack coming, he could release his miasma without a seoncd thought & that would be the end.
He shuddered & curled into a fetal position, taking deep breaths in hopes of keeping his sickened stomach down. I'm going to kill him for this, Isamu thought to himself as he balled his hands into fists, cutting his palm with his claws.
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Isamu awoke to a soft touch caressing his cheek, & forgetting for the moment where he was, he leaned into the touching, thinking it was his mother until his nose picked up a scent that was slowly becoming a familiar to him. Turning his head sharply aay from the hand, he opened his eyes, but only enough to have them be narrowed. "Are you going to wake me each time or am I going to be allowed to wake on my own for once?" He asked quietly, anger lacing his voice.
"I haven't quite decided yet," came a reply from his side. "Perhaps I'll let you awake on your own sometime before I kill you." Naraku chuckled when he saw Isamu tense before him. "Relax yourself, I have no uses for you... At the moment. For the moment I just want to feel your soft skin beneath my fingers."
"Aparently you like to feel the skin of others crawl under your touch," Isamu hissed, shuddering as a small scene from last night flashed back to him. "You must love making them sick even more."
Naraku chuckled. "I'm sure that by the time your father finds you, you should have adjusted to our night together..." He traced his finger over Isamu's cheek.
"Nights? You intend on that happening again?"
"I hope you didn't think you would be spared of more torture?" Came a dark-toned question.
"If you do anything more to me, I swear to you my father will kill you."