Water Falls Of Blood by althea

A manipulated toy

Title- Water Falls of Blood or Satirical nausea

Chapter1- Blood Stained Hair

Blistering screams in the distance were heard and followed by a maiden with celestial powers. In the Inu-Yasha Forest of the feudal era, she ran. Echoes of the blood curling screams were joined with newer ones, filling the miko Kagome's ears as she ran through the forest. A shiver snaking down her spine every time a new heart wrenching scream was heard through out the forest.

Just upon reaching a clearing were the horrific screams were originating from, she altered her path. Heading in seek of cover behind the sacred god tree, the mighty Gobokin. More noxious, piercing screams filled the air, the forest, and her now pounding ears. Shivers snaking down her spine, once more.

Audaciously she dared to look around the mighty tree. With sapphire eyes she spotted a man. He was adored with long silver hair stained red half way down and all the way down from there to its ends. The blood stained hair represented something like a leech searching for more blood. It stuck to his torn and sliced red hakama. Blood dripping and streaming down the length of his body; from his hakama it slowly dripped onto the ground adding to the puddles of blood on the ground. The majority of his stained hair was dangling on the front side of him, out of her view. Upon his head, ever moving silver furry ears resided. His alabaster arms slashed as well with blood streaming down as well. He, bounded to a wooden whipping post shaped like a cross, his clawed hands tied over his head and feet tied to the bottom of the post, both attached diligently to the post and both having scratches scattered on them and nails that had an eerie liking to demon claws, was surrounded by pools of his own blood.

His bloody back was so profoundly horrid that she focused on it. Her nausea, not even, instigates her enough to alter her gaze. The long slices on torn fabric and skin were adorned with an angry red. Wounded so badly the blood flooded out of his injures so easily and profoundly they resembled multiple small falls of red wine.

Then a 'human' man with alabaster skin and contrasting fathom-like black hair caught her attention. She knew this man, well. He spoke in a cynical voice words meant to cause the person on the post to feel even more sullen and injured. His words were laced with venom and had a threat clearly contained in them. "You are to never come near my wife, Kikyo, she belongs to me, Naraku ,ever again half-breed or I will make you yearn for death then fulfill your desires by killing you." suddenly lashing out with a whip.

He lashed the hanyou numerous times causing mores lashes and thrash marks to form on his back and more blood to flow. That is till he was content. His contentment was acknowledged though when the hanyou couldn't even scream because he was tottering on a thin thread of life and death, leaning towards death. And when the ground, his body and blemished hair were stained and spoiled with more red Blood.

Quenching his want of blood, Naraku recoiled the blood saturated whip and cackled at his work. Turning, he walked towards a dirt worn path leading towards his village, her village, but stopping and turning back to face the hanyou's ripped and torn back. He sneered "You are nothing but a toy to her, a toy. She is the one who revealed who you were, betrayed your identity to me."