Outcast Dog (Inuyasha FF)(Boyxboy)

Chapter 12

It was as if a sudden storm had settled over the land, the dense air and static feeling hanging like a blade ready to execute. Except the skies were clear, leaving Kagome and Sango to ponder warily.

They didn't have to wait long for the spiritual storm to unleash, though they dared not venture forward until the rest of the men joined them. Kagome, sitting on a tree branch by the quiet demon hunter, could spy thick clouds a good distance away. They hung over very high ground, though they concealed it so well she could only assume it was a mountain. To be precise, it was Tengu Mountain. Except their band had just finished dealing with the demons that resided there, and tengu make real storms. Not ones that reek of multiple high-level demons in a wild clash.

The bursts of demonic energy, each one belonging to one of several powerful demons, could only be likened to fireworks for Kagome. They boomed out from the peak soundlessly, making every nerve in her body quiver. She wasn't foolish enough to even attempt to get any closer. Even with her own spiritual power and Inuyasha's demon blood, they would never make it to whatever scene was occurring at the top.

So she did not say a word when Inuyasha rejoined them, followed closely by the priest. He took one look at the darkened area where the energies came from, and turned his head away.

"Kagome, don't get any closer to the mountain."

"You're telling me? I should have to be telling you."

"He's up there."

"He?"

"The one from that village. I can smell it from here."

Kagome just nods. Soon, they decide to return home to the village, and begin to head on their way. As they disappear into the forest to make themselves scarce from the escalatingly dangerous area, Inuyasha pauses, glancing back towards the mountain in response to an annoyingly familiar presence. He snorts, muttering under his breath as he follows after the others.

In the far distance, on the side of the mountain itself, a lone figure stands gazing towards the highest altitude. Silver hair sways with the fierce energy sweeping around him. Not his. Merely a mix of those clashing at the top of the mountain. Amber eyes watch impassively, then blink slowly as the figure begins to move up the height. He tracked the dark one here, but sensed the energies even before he left Rin at the human village. It was a fight to end all fights on one side, and a fight to delay all fights on the other. He already knew which side the dark one was on, but the number of those against him was, to the daiyokai, likely impossible for him to defeat. The dark one was fairly weak for being of such pure blood, though his eyes held their own strength. The daiyokai allowed himself the slight raise of his lips to a sly smile.

Would the dark one win, or would the powerful warriors of the place he came from claim him?

Sesshōmaru already knew the answer.

At the peak of the mountain, level ground was revealed to not be so level at all. Those present found the pooling of blood about their feet most infuriating, several pairs of malicious eyes boring into the thin frame covered in black fur. Black fur stained heavily with grievous wounds, as blue eyes startled emptily back. The momentary pause is shattered as multiple white forms split the darkness, lunging all at once to claim the life of the one they so hate. Blood sprays, some his, some theirs, as growls and snarls fill the air once more.

Amidst it all, a black form weakens, attacks becoming simpler as strength fades.

The white canines, each one towering in their magnificence, draw back to reveal a barely standing version of themselves. A version too different. Though their jaws are stained red, and their pure coats of thick fur patched with dulled pink, death looms in their eyes.

All at once, the dark figure spews a violent dark liquid forth from parted jaws, and falls to the bloodied ground in silence. Those surrounding do not cheer, merely gathering themselves and exiting the stage of their battle. None expected to live, with the dark one's poisonous blood now flowing in their bodies. All that mattered was that he was now dead, and they now could return home with the joyous news before expiring.

In the silence, left alone on the empty plateau, a dark form lays as rain breaks from the heavens to wash down upon the scarred earth. The canine does not move. Only the tiniest whisper of breath sustains him, a temporary peacefulness. Blue eyes close in final exhaustion.

The last breath of the North's howl fades to an empty husk.