Asahi’s just,
watching.
Waiting.
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Asahi’s just,
watching.
Waiting.
“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are
yasashihanyou:
sora felt that fear; it was palpable in his chest, in his mind. but in his heart, as he watched the wicked way asahi thrilled at this all, sora only felt empathy.
he remembered how hana had cried over asahi; how kazama had been killed by asahi; how he himself and usagi had cried at kazama’s demise; how sick kagome had become due to everything; how all of it, all that suffering, seemed never ending. ceaseless.
and yet.
he hoped. as dark as everything seemed, as harshly and as bitterly as he’d felt lately, sora knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t just give up. not on himself. not on kazama. not on kagome. especially not on asahi.
they all deserved to live. they all, each and every one of them, deserved happiness–!!
so, sora gripped that hilt of his broken tessaiga. and he believed.
and he moved, and as sora did, those pieces of that broken metal glowed on the ground. they resonated, with sora’s will, with sora’s soul. and all at once, that blade reformed itself: not into a massive broadsword, but that katana, yet it was different.
the metal itself was a mixture of different hues of blue: as though a night sky bleeding into afternoon and then morning light, growing from a darkened navy blue at the hilt to a medium blue in the centre and finally a lighter blue at the tip. and all along it, bright white lights, like specs of stars, glittered.
sora’s eyes widened, and he felt it, not tessaiga’s power, but sora’s own power flowing through the blade. this sword wasn’t tessaiga, anymore– it was sora’s katana. it easily caught and blocked asahi’s massive blade,
he moved, and parried asahi’s blow, shoving the other stunned older male backwards. sora stared asahi down, but then grinned, and spoke while getting into a defensive stance,
“m’not gonna die. and neither’re you, asahi! we’re both gonna make it through all’a this,
and I’M GONNA SAVE YOU, JUST LIKE I PROMISED!!”
how....? HOW--?!
“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DEAL!?” asahi was practically spitting, voice loud and harsh in its yelling- he moved then, slashing, but sora was able to parry and deflect his blows. impossible--!! NO, THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO WAY--!!
his blows got more aggressive, but sora refused to back down. asahi’s hands shook, but he kept on slashing. sounds of metal on metal as sora continued to defend, and asahi found himself unable to advance on the shorter hanyou,
“HOW--! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!? WHAT KIND OF POWER IS THIS!!”
Do you think your father would approve of your revenge driven murderous actions. Asahi?
"that does not matter."
redratrobed:
sora sensed the bloodlust, felt it in the charge of the air’s energy surrounding him, before he saw asahi’s movement. for all of asahi’s deceit, for all of asahi’s betrayals and harshness, sora still felt sorrow. sora still felt upset and bothered by this newfound attack; and it showed in the way sora’s eyebrows furrowed, how his expression skewed into discomfort with turned down lips and narrowed eyes.
yet how he held himself. it was strong. that stance was strong, still held belief, despite their differences in ability. even as sora swung his tessaiga in its base, thin bladed form, he knew who would win. he knew that asahi would overpower him. so why had he bothered?
because.
sora had made a promise, to so many very dear friends. to himself, most of all. so even if his hands shook, even through that agony of seeing tessaiga snap and crumble, sora stood tall. he stood strong, and implored to asahi; voice shaking in desperation yet still belief,
“asahi! that’s enough! it’s enough now! stop! i don’t want to fight you!!”
“shut up.”
sora begging would do him no good; asahi grinned wickedly, eyes alight with that power and newfound resolve. this was what his master wanted, on top of what asahi himself wanted as well. why not kill two birds with a single stone!? why NOT murder sora while he was at his weakest--!?
“DIE!”
asahi rushed forward, intent on stabbing that blade through sora’s chest. he jerked his sword arm forward, asahi’s tessaiga aiming true--
only for it to be deflected--
“what-!?”
@redratrobed SWORD CLASH--?!
asahi had ‘rested’ like his master had advised him to. but enough was enough; it had been so long. by this point, sora was different, again-- no longer half demon & half human, fully human. something had gone on in the in-between, and asahi didn’t care what.
all he cared about? sora was weaker now.
which meant ample opportunity to fight the moron!!
the strike came out of nowhere; one moment, sora had been enjoying some time to himself & the very next breath, asahi was charging him, katana at the ready. quick movement, blade against blade, but sora’s was weaker. feeble, because unlike asahi, sora couldn’t transform his tessaiga anymore.
asahi grinned, and pushed, harder, shoving force down onto that weaker blade. he felt it give, and then sora’s tessaiga SNAPPED and broke, pieces of that metal blade went flying and embedded themselves into the nearby grass and dirt.
enchantressacrosstime:
“As you wish, then.” She states to her little dog, walking through the door to reach Desmond’s domain. As soon as she stepped through, Asahi would no doubt notice Kaguya’s raw demonic aura increase and the pure power that radiated off of her. She normally had to suppress that greatly while out and about, to deflect her presence from anyone else. With having faced Kagome Higurashi, Sora, and knowing Hana Ishida was there with them, she wanted to make sure the little pests could not track her or know she was with Asahi. They would find out when the time was right, after all.
Another thing that Asahi would notice right away is Kaguya’s change in appearance that corresponded with her increase with power, shedding her usual enchantress attire for what she considered her ‘true form’. She wore a red set of armor that covered her chest area and a thing area in the center of her core, with shoulder pads and an elegant cape behind her. She had some red and dull purple longer pants to protect her legs wrapped in the pink celestial robe, and her hair was pulled back with golden spikes that could be transformed into weapons if she needed to fight. A much less conservative look than what she had before, but nevertheless beautiful and terrifying.
“Oh Desmond dear! You flatter me! Thank you for the praise, and for the feast. It always means much receiving such things from you.” The taller woman states, hugging the little devil back . She wasn’t the type to show affection towards others, but with them it was different. They had been her friend for ages, both of them spending time together, laughing together, scheming together, and making everyone else’s lives in all the multiverse a living hell. She truly was thankful they had discovered her and reached out to her when they did the day she gained her immortality and powers from absorbing the celestial maiden Kaguya in her home world she had long since abandoned.
She then turns her head to look back at Asahi, noticing right away his twitching and jostling from the amount of power she had granted him. It was plain for anyone to see he was itching to get out there right away, to go and destroy and cause chaos like she and Desmond would want. However, the time for that wasn’t now. She wasn’t going to send him out when he was in such a state.
“I know you’re eager to go out there my pet and use the powers granted to you, but you must exercise some patience.” Kaguya smiles, walking over to Asahi and gently gracing his face with her hand that just oozed with her power. Oh, she was enjoying having a dog already. Why didn’t she ever try this before? “Your body is still adjusting to it’s new capabilities, and you must give it the time it needs to do so in order for you to be able to harness your new abilities properly. You do want to fight when you’re at your best, do you not? Now, simply rest here and allow everything to sink in. I shall come for you when I am finished here. Do you understand?”
asahi blinked, but kept his head bowed as kaguya spoke. he felt her hand against his cheek and revelled in that; more-so, her words. patience. yes, yes. his skin and blood felt alive with that newfound energy, but he had to wait. his fingers twitched, shifting slightly as kaguya spoke. as asahi lowly breathed, nodded,
“yes. i understand.” he kept his gaze downward, figuring he could only look at her once she prompted him.
nearby, des sort of floated there now, sat comfy-like while hovering, “kaguya darling, let’s get inside, shall we~?” a grin spilt across their face, and they soared into the nearby area, this landscape having transformed into a mini-house, with asahi just sort of sat in the backyard area. it was raining, because of course it was.
des landed nearest the table, hummed. they waited until kaguya and des were out of ear and eyeshot of the little mutt before talking,
“this is new. it isn’t like you to pick up strays. felt like branching out?”
archeracrosstime:
beleathal
“So…um…Inuyasha?” The middle school student looks to the half-demon, the two of them walking together in the park near the Higurashi Shrine. After a string of good luck instances and fine teamwork, they managed to defeat Naraku, get rid of the Shikon Jewel, and attain the peace they all fought so hard for. However, a question came across her mind that she had been meaning to ask him.
“Now that everything’s…settled with Naraku and the Shikon Jewel and all that, what do you plan to do now? I’m just…wondering is all, since well…the well didn’t close like Lady Kaede thought it might and that leaves a lot more options.”
he was getting more adjusted to the modern era; since they’d defeated naraku and the shikon jewel. inuyasha saw no real point in going back to the feudal era. it’d been about a year since everything, and within that time, inuyasha had increased his reading capabilities ( libraries were a blessing ). he was using his sword less and less, still strong as could be, but...
it seemed pointless to be better with the blade when the modern era had no real threats in store.
aside a few lowly thieves and punks, but inuyasha could deal with them with ease just using his brute strength. as such, he’d taken to just, tying off the tessaiga by binding the hilt to the sheathe so it couldn’t be drawn.
he blinked, glanced over at kagome’s question. then, inuyasha smiled,
“you’re asking that? interesting. well. i had wanted to stay here, with you.”
WHAT COLOUR ARE YOU?
blue
what are you mourning? where will you put the sky when your shoulders give out? atlas, quick-tongue, kind and kind and kind and how, you wonder, will you make them love you? there is a line between manipulation and everything else, and to get the things you needed (shelter. food. a hand off the ground.) you twisted things until you forgot how to do anything else. stop laughing, love. someone will hold you when you run out of clever words.
Asahi, don’t you realize selling your soul to Kaguya is a bad idea?! She’s pure evil!
"i see no reason to try and justify myself to you. begone."
enchantressacrosstime:
It was done. The contract had been sealed between them, a forever binding pact for as long as Ashai continued to walk this earth. It filled the enchantress with an unbelievable bliss, a feeling she had not felt so good about since the day she took the celestial maiden Kaguya’s identity, powers, and immortality all those eons ago. This was her greatest game, her greatest manipulation that was now hers and hers alone. And that feeling? Felt way too good.
She smirked even more at seeing Asahi’s transformation, shedding his old self and embracing the new. His old self was too tied to the past, the past when he was once a regular old Inuyasha like the rest of them that inhabited the many worlds across the multiverse. But he was special, he was different, and now even more so. There would never be anyone like him again, and it was all thanks to her.
However, she could tell he was getting a bit too much power inside of him. What kind of fun would it be if she gave it all to him at once? He had to earn it. That is why she removes the mirror from his grasp, putting back in her own safe hands and taking a step back. The spell she used to seal the contract had been stopped for the time being, meaning even if Asahi were to touch it no more power would be granted. He’s been given quite enough for one day, she thought.
“I think you’ve had your fill for now, my dear pet. Too much of it right away might result in your demise, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we? After all, we have so much to do.” She states, standing up and closing her eyes as she prepares a portal with her mirror that shines like a door. It would lead them to Desmond’s domain, a place that only she and Abel had access too. Thank goodness she was doing this inside Asahi’s apartment room, making sure everything was secure before opening the gate.
“Follow me, and make sure to leave any communication devices behind and destroyed. I know you were allied with that fox boy, but sorry to say he is too blind to see the world you are striving for. If you so desire it, I can spare him if you’d like.”
he stumbled forward, hands pressed into the ground, it cracking from that force. his eyes widened, pupils dilating in bliss, and asahi smiled before it tore into an excited grin. this power, his power... he pressed farther into the ground, those cracks in the asphalt, in his mind, ever growing. yes, yes, yes.
though, he glanced up, red eyes glimpsing towards his master,
“i will deal with shunsuke, master. he will not get in your way.” asahi had long since left behind any real devices that shunsuke could track him with. he’d even moved house in order to lose the fox. tough doing, since shunsuke had his ear to the ground at all times.
he inhaled, fingers shifting along that broken ground. he felt alive with energy, a desire to destroy pumping in his veins. asahi stood up, reluctantly, but then obediently followed master kaguya in through that gate.
“kaguya!!”
des greeted her as she entered their domain, des’ arms open wide as they moved to pull her into a brief hug, “my darling! i saw it all! you have outdone yourself this time,” des moved back, then motioned towards a nearby large table spread: full of all kaguya’s meal delights and her favourite drinks,
“i have prepared a feast, in honour of your accomplishment.” des wasn’t even acknowledging asahi’s presence, because after all, a dog needn’t respond to anyone but it’s master.
meanwhile, asahi stood nearby, leg jostling with that desire for bloodshed, for destruction and for agony. he had the power, why not just go and kill them now?.....
new tag for asahi’s master.
「KAGUYA.」“AWARE AWARE YOU STALK YOUR PREY.”
enchantressacrosstime:
“I see. Forgive me for my mistake. You are truly not the same man as you were back then, and that…makes you even more worthy of this opportunity.” While manipulating one’s love for their love one was entertaining in it’s own right, it was not sustainable. It was clear that Asahi had moved on from his attachment to his wife, as all beings eventually do with time. But one’s true desire for their own improvement? Now that was something that could stand the test of time, and that is exactly what she is banking on.
Seeing the sight of him kneeling before her made her ooze in glee. In truth, Kaguya never had anyone bow to her before. She had lived most of her life in isolation, doing as she pleased with visits often to Desmond’s domain and helping them out with his little schemes. If she truly wanted to be a true celestial being, one blessed with power, immortality, and beauty beyond compare, then shouldn’t she need a vassal to carry out her wishes? And with Asahi’s willingness to do whatever it took to gain her favor and power, why not use that?
“If you become my servant, heading my every order and command without failure and swearing your undying loyalty to me, then I shall grant your wish. I shall grant that wish and more, dear Asahi.” She then places her mirror before him, it glowing with that image of what he could become once again. “If you accept my offer, then simply touch the mirror’s reflection and say an oath to seal our contract. After that, I’ll grant you your first taste at power you’ve been seeking…”
a sly grin rose along asahi’s lips as she reaffirmed he was more worthy now than he had ever been. yes. he agreed with that sentiment: he was better off this way. what had he been doing, all those years? playing house? wasting time with--
he refocused. refocused on the only thing that mattered: that power. to be stronger than anyone that dared to stand in his way. his eyes became unfocused in that lust for strength, as he glanced up towards her. her words only fuelled that desire in him more, that need rising and rising, pressing into asahi like a great tidal wave.
without hesitation, asahi reached out and touched the reflection in the mirror, and spoke clearly, with dedication, yet some slight anger, not towards kaguya, but towards everyone and everything else,
“i am yours to use as you see fit: i, asahi, swear undying loyalty to kaguya.”
the second those words left him, everything changed: asahi felt a swell of power rush into his veins from where his fingertips met that mirror. he inhaled sharply, eyes widening: it hurt, it hurt, it hurt. it felt like his veins were alight with dark flames, but he could feel his muscles strengthening, his bones getting stronger. he couldn’t breathe, but he needed it. more. more more more more MORE MORE--
he shoved his palm against that mirror now, hand shaking, he should move his hand away but he couldn’t, he WOULDN’T, HE DESERVED THIS POWER--!! IT WAS HIS, NO ONE ELSE’S--!!
his clothes changed, no longer in that purple kimono but in more western style clothes, sleek and form fitting, very rich in design, dark black with gold trim, a white kerchief along his neck. asahi’s irises flickered from a brown into a sharp crimson red, and his hair flickered briefly from dark black into a stark white before settling on that dark black shade, in order to hide his power because why spoil the surprise? asahi’s teeth grew sharper into fangs. that power, that strength was flooding into him, he wanted to choke on it and die. he couldn’t get enough, it was intoxicating---.
kaguya would have to move the mirror away herself, because asahi was not about to stop.
enchantressacrosstime:
“I’m sure he won’t forget him now.” She thought. Kaguya could feel the pure rage seeping off of Asahi, his twisted heart becoming filled with rage and hatred fuelled by his devotion to that human woman once again. Oh, how delightful Kaguya thought. She and Desmond had wondered if the black-haired man would ever entertain them like he did once before with Kazama out of the picture, but leave it to her to bring things back into the fold. She would be sure to visit her friend after this conversation to laugh in malicious victory.
One thing she did also notice growing inside of his heart was a longing for power, just like he did all those years ago to fuel his own ambitions. His own muddled words confirmed such. Back then, it was fuelled by a desire to save his wife from a certain death. It was an honourable notion that then turned into a twisted hatred. Now? Now, Asahi sought power to crush who he thought had disrespected that woman even further even after her demise. The love others had to each other really was ripe for twisting into the darkest things, wasn’t it?
“You desire more power, dear Asahi? The power to crush the lover of the man who killed your wife that dared soil her image? If that is what you wish, then…I may be able to help you once again. After all, there is much about your own demonic nature you have not even sunk into yet…The blood I gave you to make your demonic side whole was not just for show, you know.”
She then lights up her mirror again, the image shifting to an image of a more powerful Asahi. He would not be in his disguised human form, but instead his full demonic form. His fangs would be sharper, his eyes red with power, and his true silver hair flowing with true demonic energy. It could also be seen in his sword, giving off the same aura of Sora’s own Tessaiga did with the technique he used to traverse worlds. This was the form Asahi had the potential to be, if he only let himself sink further and further into madness.
“However, this kind of power cannot be simply given as a gift like I did for your first plea over a simple exchange. An exchange that is still on the table, mind you.” She wasn’t going to let him forget their first agreement still stood, even if if another she hoped to make would occur. “One must earn this power. Tell me Asahi, are you prepared for that? Prepared to do whatever it takes to gain the power needed to crush anyone who stands in your way? To anyone who dares disrespect your beloved Hana? Because I assure, Utsugi was not the last person who would dare try such a thing.”
The image then shifts to an image of Hana, her beaming smile and gentle hands reaching out for Asahi as always from beyond this world or the next. “Don’t you want her to rest in peace? Rest in peace until one day you…can be with the real her again?”
a muscle in the side of asahi’s face twitched subtly at kaguya’s words. but he knew not to interrupt her, and waited patiently until she was finished with her monologue, “with all due respect, do not mistake my motivations: they are not driven by hana. i wish to crush them.” them--? why yes, michiru, utsugi, usagi, sora, kagome, and even hana herself. they were what was wrong with this timeline, every single hardship asahi had come across was because of that annoying group.
he wanted them out of the way.
to think, he once may have stood at their side.
his eyes darkened more, that hatred building, that anger and desire rising, his chest felt full with it. he couldn’t breathe. he needed that power, needed it needed it needed it--!! his fingers twitched away from his palms, swallowing that saliva gathering in his mouth.
“i will do whatever i must in order to gain power.” the words were low, raw from him. asahi moved then, and got onto his knees, before bowing before kaguya, “tell me what it is i must do. GIVE ME WHAT I DESIRE MOST.”
enchantressacrosstime:
“There’s that fire I saw in your eyes that day. Guess you still have some left after fulfilling your mission regarding Kazama. You truly are worthy.” Worthy of being her entertainment, that is. Kaguya smirks even more wickedly, closing her eyes as she focuses her power into her mirror once again. While she did have the ability to play back events as they happened, she also had the power to twist them. Only Desmond and Abel knew she had such a skill, allowing her to manipulate Asahi further and further.
“He is a coward named Utsugi, a variation of a man named Michiru Kururugi who hides in his own little pocket dimension. You must know of him, correct? You did sever Kazama from a timeline where he formed a connection with such a man, and that man…has become this monster of a human being.” As she speaks, images appear in the glass. They show Utsugi, replaying the events of him bringing back Hana from beyond the grave and the times they had spent together in his pathetic little realm. However, the real fun began when an image of the two of them embracing for comfort, an event that actually occurred, was then shifted to them…kissing each other. Kissing each other on the lips, no less.
“Truly a despicable creature to disrespect the image of a honorable married maiden like your wife one who swore her love to you and you alone on her deathbed. First Kazama had caused your dear sweetheart wife to leave this world unexpectedly, and here goes his lover now romancing a supposed ‘rebirthed’ version of your wife. How disgraceful…”
he was worthy? asahi smiled at the notion: yes, he was worthy. of course he was worthy.
asahi took a step forward. then another. stared at kaguya’s mirror as that image of the man in the mask jumped forward: utsugi, only to be replaced by a younger image of this kururgi michiru. ah. that face did look familiar...
“yes. i somewhat recognise him.” he was kazama’s little plaything. asahi’s eye dart across the mirror as events begin to play back, and he feels it. that sense of anger, hatred, it’s shifting: yes, asahi will always hate kazama. forevermore, even if the bastard is dead. but, who was to say that had to be exclusive to kazama?
a low snarled near breath left him, hands curled into fists at the sight of michiru laying hands on hana. asahi’s eyes widened, pupils dilating to pinpricks -- the same mouth that had touched kazama was now... a low, unsteady laugh left asahi, and he resisted the urge to break that mirror.
his chest was rising and falling nearly rapidly, he couldn’t contain that feeling of sheer, disgust, for kazama, for michiru. all of this was wrong. every single thing about this universe was wrong.
asahi tore his eyes away from that sight, but the image of michiru kururgi was seared into asahi’s mind.
“i need more power...!” it’s murmured to himself, almost absently; asahi himself had strength, yes, but he couldn’t create pocket dimensions unlike this michiru could. on top of, while he had the meido zangetsuha, he couldn’t quite harness it as sora could. it was frustrating. it was so fucking frustrating, falling behind. his hands were clenched into fists so tightly, he bled somewhat.
enchantressacrosstime:
“I’d certainly hope not for your sake. Gifts from a celestial being such as myself are not given out to just any mere mortal, Asahi. And…such gifts can easily be taken away.” Kaguya smirks as she gives that threat, her hands resting on her mirror that briefly flash an image. It is an image that represents the human blood she had sealed, a much younger Asahi with long black hair, a red robe, brown hues, and human years. The slight flash is meant to stick inside his mind once more, the thing he would hope to become if he dared try to defy Kaguya.
Her smile shifts to lighter wider smirk at his comments, the woman giggling inside of her own mind at his sentiments. Oh, his feelings on the matter would certainly come in handy in the future. He might not believe the shikigami Hana to be his wife, but she knew better. She knew that was her fully, her power display after her ‘escape’ from the bratt Sora being full evidence of that. Not just anyone could heal like that, shkigami or otherwise.
“You are most certainly correct. The dead cannot be brought back. That woman is another’s illusion, something meant to try and steer you away from your chosen path. Looks like you were too smart enough to fall for their little trick.” She then smirks a bit, putting her own little plan into motion. Desmond wasn’t the only one who could set things in place to cause chaos, and besides, Asahi was the product of her own power and it was about time she started too…cash in on that fact, so to speak for her own amusement.
“If you’d like, I’d be most happy to direct you to the fool behind that stunt. After all, whose to say they won’t try to disrespect the dead more, considering they had the audacity to disrespect the legendary Hana Ishida who lived her live selflessly and for the sake of others?”
a shiver gripped so tightly at his spine, and his mind felt like it were being scraped against, tightened and twisted to the point of something in him starting to snap, again. asahi had thought himself over any anger or feelings in regards to hana, and to some extents, he was.
but an illusion cast by some idiot meant to trick him? oh. that enraged asahi beyond what he thought possible; he had thought only kazama could ignite that flame within him.
asahi spoke lowly, something almost unhinged about his words, hot with calm rage, and his eyes? oh asahi’s eyes were cold as steel,
“please. go on: tell me who is responsible for such idiocy.” it would be the last mistake they would ever make.
enchantressacrosstime:
Oh, how she reveled in his fear. The way he flinched at the simple sight of her touching her mirror, the item that sealed his human blood away, was oh so satisfying to watch. After the annoying performance of the boy that was supposed to grow into this man the other day, this was something Kaguya needed.
Was she going to enjoy every second of this simple conversation? Yes. Yes she was. She deserved this after Sora put her through the ringer with his pure heart and attempts at trying to ‘reason’ with someone who had nothing to lose in more ways than one.
“It looks like we are on the same page, then. Excellent. With your original purpose for wanting to become as you are not having been fulfilled, I thought you might not want to keep my gifts. Glad to see I was wrong.” She knew touching the soft spot that was his dead wife always would get to him. It’s how she got him to agree to this little deal in the first place.
“I am deeply sorry things did not work out as you hoped. Though, I am curious…I heard she has been brought back into this world. Why is it you choose to not be with her?.”
his head bowed, in reverence to her. how foolish of him. who was he to speak back to her, after everything she had done in his stead?
“yes. i would not sully this precious gift you have bestowed upon me.” asahi did not feel any twinge of pain once hana was mentioned, not like he had once upon a time. his fear was, mmn, not settling, but shifting.
“please, you need not show me any sympathies. what has been done is done.” his gaze opened, glancing up to her as she asked after hana. ah.
...
“simple: that thing is not my wife. that is a mere sully of her; something that bears her likeness and her voice, but i refuse to believe anything posing as her. after all. you cannot bring the dead back to life.”