C.M.D: Yeah... this story is pretty much dead now I guess, since I've weened myself off of Inuyasha and to Naruto now. But I figured it wouldn't be right to leave it unfinished, so here's the final chapter. My farewell to Inuyasha and all that it entails... unless my muse decides it wants to write some puppy love somewhere in the future. Enjoy people!
P.S: there's some more explicit stuff in this than the other chapters. Not much... but definitely more. Thanks everyone whose bothered to read/review this.

He arched into Ryoko, moaning into the other's open mouth. His sensei's response was to grab his ass, and squeeze tightly, making the boy moan even more. With a wet smack, the two males parted, Onigumo blinking dazedly up at his tutor. Ryoko chuckled, bending down real quick for one last peck. Onigumo licked the man's lips appreciatively as he pulled back.

"Mmm... don't tease, Onigumo. It's time for you to return to your bed, but you'll make me want to keep you with the way you're acting," Ryoko whispered softly.

Onigumo turned his head to the screen doors, where moonlight glowed faintly through the paper. His sensei was right, it was late and his lessons had finished now. He should return to his room, but the boy didn't want to go back to that empty place. He didn't want to sleep alone.

"Why can't I stay?," he asked quietly.

The sea-green haired man lifted his chin, making the brown eyes connect with ice blue orbs. "I want to protect you, koi," the older male said, lightly kissing the younger one's forehead. "I don't want to give your father more incentive to beat you."

The brunette felt his heart swell with emotion, at the loving care Ryoko was demonstrating by worrying over the pre-teen's safety. Now it would be so much harder for him to return to his room. His sensei fixed him with a silent stare, icy orbs telling the boy that he had to go back now. Sighing, Onigumo pulled himself out of the man's arms, already missing the warmth and comfort his sensei's arms created.

"Goodnight, koi," Ryoko said, as the brunette slipped out of the room.

Ryoko lighted his lamp, the smell of sesame oil filling the room as the liquid caught the flame. Slowly, he set about tidying the little mess of his room. He was packing the scrolls from Onigumo's lessons back into their case, when the bushes beyond his room rustled. Cold blue eyes scanned about the room, ears open for any other noise. Hearing none, Ryoko padded to the screen door, opening it up and sitting down facing the garden.

He whistled three low notes, and a second later a man was stepping out of the bushes. The man was clad all in black, three ugly scars running over his fat nose and down to his chin decorated his face. The intruder stepped toward the green-headed male, bowing when he was only a few feet away.

"Report," Ryoko commanded.

The bandit nodded. "The men have seized the eastern village, and have set up camp. They await your signal to invade, boss."

The blue-eyed man smiled. "Good," he purred, "Tell them to hold their positions. Kill anyone who would give us away. I only need a little longer to persuade the boy, then the village will be ours for the taking."

The other man nodded, smirking along with his commander. "Very well, boss."

"Go now," Ryoko said, standing up. "And remember... ," he added, "If anyone should do anything that could disrupt my plans, they can be sure that I will show them no mercy."

Gulping audibly as frigid eyes pierced him, the bandit nodded his head, getting to his feet and sneaking back off into the bushes. Ryoko watched over the garden a few moments longer, before sliding his door shut.

Onigumo raced down the hall, tears cascading down his cheeks as he struggled to breath. His mother... his mother had died just this afternoon! The little slave girl responsible for bringing meals to his mom had stumbled upon the body shortly after lunch. Already, servants were busy tending to the body.

The brunette rounded the corner, slamming into the wall. His whole chest hurt, his whole soul crying out with agony and despair. His mother, his precious mom, was no longer with him. He was officially alone. The boy didn't realize there was anyone in the hallway with him, until gentle hands were lifting him up and warm kisses caressing his damp cheeks.

"S-sensei!," the boy cried in shock, trying to wriggle away from the man's hold. He forgot about his grief, more worried that someone might see them in this compromising position. It was dangerous to do this during the daylight.

Ryoko ignored the pre-teen's complaints, pulling the struggling body tight against his own. "I heard, koi, there's no need to cry," the man soothed.

Onigumo bit his lip angrily. He shoved away his sensei, tears flowing harder. "Don't tell me not to cry!," the boy shouted. "My mother is dead. Now... now I have no one!"

The green-haired man reached forward again, wrapping his arms around the sobbing boy. Needing the comfort so bad, Onigumo pressed his face into his tutor's chest, refusing to let go. The man only smirked, bending down so his mouth was pressed against the brunette's ear.

"Onigumo...," he whispered, "You're not alone. I am here." The pre-teen said nothing, only shivered when his sensei spoke. Seeing this as the perfect opportunity, Ryoko decided to stoke the fires. "I am truly sorry as well, that you're father is unaffected by his wife's death."

Brown eyes snapped open, and Onigumo pushed away from the tutor. His tears gone, the boy looked up shocked and appalled at his sensei. He couldn't believe what the man had just said. "N-no...," he muttered. His father, his father could never be that cold. The brunette turned away, and ran down the hall, disappearing from sight. Ryoko chuckled lightly, turning to enter back into his room. It was time to signal his crew.

Onigumo tore down his parents' hallway, skidding to a stop outside their main bedroom chamber. He hadn't been here in such a long time, and he felt himself get sick. Ryoko had to be lying! His father loved his mother! Building up his courage, Onigumo grabbed hold of the rice screen, sliding the door open. His eyes took in a horrifying sight.

His father was bent over one of the female servants, her kimono tore wide open and exposing her naked body. His old man was similarly exposed, face plastered with a lewd grin. His penis was buried deep into the woman's vagina, and the female was moaning away like a whore as her whole body was manhandled by the man's rough hands. Onigumo's entrance had halted their rocking bodies.

"What do you want?," his father growled, as he came to a stop.

Onigumo wanted to puke right then and there. He felt dizzy and the whole world was tilting on him. "Y-you... no, n-not possible... h-how cou-could you?," he gasped incoherently.

The man gritted his teeth in anger, withdrawing himself from the servant, and rounding on his son. "How could I, what?," he demanded.

The brunette shook his head, clenching his eyes shut. He couldn't believe it! Ryoko was right, his father didn't care about them, his mother especially! "H-how could you! Mother is dead, don't you feel anything!," the boy cried, looking at his father.

The man scoffed. "Don't you ever get tired of whining. First that peasant bitch, and now you're mother. I hope you don't plan to blame me for her death. The wench was already sick to begin with. She just seemed to choke when I explained to her that you had become a sniveling whore."

Onigumo felt something snap within him, staring up at his old man with wide, blank eyes. "What, are you going to cry again?," his father laughed heartlessly.

Rage boiled up within the pre-teen, and he lunged for the man with a cry of fury. The man blinked in surprise, swatting out and catching the brunette on the side of the head. The boy crashed into the floor, and with a scream, the female servant fled the room. His father snorted irritably, walking up to Onigumo's crumpled form. "What makes you think a weakling like you can even hope to challenge me?"

Hateful brown eyes watched as his old man raised a fist, preparing himself for the blow that would follow. There was the sound of metal, then a blade swung between the two of them, slicing off his father's hand at the wrist. Blood spurted all over the place, the hand rolling to the floor. Through a shower of blood, Onigumo turned his head, surprised to see that the sword belonged to Ryoko, who stood on the side looking upon them coolly.

The sea-green headed male held out a dagger. "He sent your only friend away, and has killed your mother. What will you do?," he asked.

Onigumo blinked, turning brown orbs back to his screaming father. The man was looking shocked at Ryoko, fingers circling around his stubby wrist. "You!," his father screamed. "I'll kill you!"

A cold rage consumed Onigumo, and before his father could even stumble toward his sensei, the boy was knocking his old man to the floor in a pool of his own blood. He grabbed the dagger from Ryoko, and launched himself on his father's form. Quickly, and without remorse, Onigumo slashed away at the man, digging the knife deep into his rips and stomach repeatedly, slitting the throat when he could no longer stand his father's retarded screams. Huffing, the brunette pulled himself away from the body a few minutes later.

His hands and clothes were richly soaked with blood. For the first time, Onigumo became aware of his surroundings. Screaming seemed to fill the air, and there was fire starting to form all around them. His eyes looked up at his sensei, and the man stared back at him. "You did all this...," Onigumo mumbled, gesturing toward the destruction, watching as a group of bandits ran past with their arms full of loot.

"I did," Ryoko replied simply. "Does this upset you?"

The brunette was quiet for a moment, before laughter built up in his chest and he chuckled light-heartedly. "Upset me?," he wheezed with mirth. "How could this possibly upset me?" He turned to the sea-green haired bandit and took the man's hand. "What now?" he asked.

Ryoko led the both of them through the village, showing the pre-teen the carnage that he was creating. People who had run out of sight of the other bandits, recognized the Chief's son and came running to him for help. Without hesitation, Onigumo cut them down alongside Ryoko. Eventually, they reached the woods on top of the hills, and the two males stared down upon the burning village. "You can't go back now," Ryoko told the boy.

Onigumo scoffed. "Go back to what?" He turned and reached up, kissing his sensei. The bandit, surprised by the action, quickly smirked and responded. He shoved the brunette up against a tree, lifting the boy up so that they'd be more level. Onigumo moaned as their kiss became more heated, wrapping his legs around Ryoko's waist as the man pushed his yukata up past his navel. Covered in blood and smoke, Onigumo let his sensei fuck him hard, the bark biting painfully pleasant into his back.

Onigumo became a part of Ryoko's group that day, assisting in the destruction of his village. He was the youngest bandit to join, and he did every job with perfection, hoping to please his lover Ryoko. At the age of fifteen he discovered that Ryoko had been the one to inform his father that he was sleeping with a man, and that his sensei had been slipping his mother small doses of poison daily. All so he could claim the boy. Filled with uncontrollable rage, Onigumo attacked Ryoko in his sleep, killing the man; not caring about Ryoko's corruptive love for him. Betrayal cut deep into the teen's soul, and the brunette swore off of love. He took leadership over the bandits, and caused chaos wherever they went. He found happiness in his madness.

And then... there was the explosion.

And Kikyo came...