InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ Spiderwebs ( Chapter 17 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 338 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 338 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything, don't make money off of this. I might have gone crazy, but at least I know that this disclaimer is true... sigh
Now, this is one I actually had a dream about and after a few drinks was able to push it out of my brain... lol creepy much?
A First Time For Everything
Spiderwebs---No Doubt
Her day had started off as a rather mediocre day, boring, uneventful and lacking anything relatively pleasurable. The morning had been spent cleaning out a dust filled warehouse, cobwebs easily feet in size, inches of dust and dirt and the large room unbearably hot. She had volunteered herself only as a last resort, but somehow she had gotten suckered into weeks worth of work for minimum wage pay and though she did not complain vocally, her mind was filled with mutiny.
The job had been easy, merely moving priceless objects from the warehouse and out into the shop, not forgetting the dust rag to clean said items and three hours into manual labor, her muscles were aching and her sweat had dust and dirt caked to her every exposed surface of skin. The room had been ignored for years easily and she had been warned that vermin might have made it a home; however, she had been glad that no rats, bats or anything close to that were present.
It had even struck her as odd, yet she swept it from her mind as her hand batted yet another enormous cobweb hanging from the ceiling. She felt as if she had been in a haunted house, or some other cheesy Halloween haunt and it would take her days to get the junk out of her already unmanageable long hair. By early afternoon her work was done and she had been free of the cramped, hot room in favor of the shop foyer, and blissfully cool air conditioning.
She’d been relaxing, drinking a cold glass of water when she felt a pinch on her thigh and with a brief glance she cried out, her hand instinctively swatting her jean clad thigh and smashing the large spider resting on it. Her heart thumped in her chest as she wiped the remnants of spider goop on her jeans, and some on the old
chair cushion she rested on and decided enough was enough.
“Kaede!” She called out loudly making her way to the counter dividing the shop foyer and the staff room. “I’m going home now!”
An elderly woman waddled slowly, her huge bulking frame almost intimidating if she hadn’t been smiling. “Aye child, you can go now. The boys will be here tomorrow to finish with the things that the museum has purchased.”
She grumbled to herself as Kaede turned and disappeared into the backroom, the sound of wooden beads clinking together almost hypnotic. Picking up her bag, she shouldered it and headed out, only to stop as Kaede’s voice rung out as if she had spoken through a speaker system.
“Rin,” she turned, but Kaede was nowhere to be seen. “Pleas be careful child, the moon is full of malice tonight…”
“Yeah, yeah” Rin muttered under her breath before leaving out the front door and into reality.
Upon arrival to her small home, Rin shucked off all her clothes and let them fall to the floor. She had plans to go out with Kohaku, her longtime friend (boyfriend if the word was used loosely) and she wanted to be dressed to impress. A hot shower and serious scrubbing pulled the dirt and the grime from her body and readied herself for what she assumed would be a good time. She listened to the voicemails on her house phone as she stuffed herself with children’s cereal, the jingle sounding from the television in the other room.
She did not think about the status of hers and Kohaku’s relationship as it had gone no further than friends with benefits. She wasn’t worried if he didn’t like her, because she already knew he had. They worked like a well-oiled machine, easy and predictable and on most occasions, fun. She was too young to settle down, too curious about the world around her to try and be too grown up. There would be plenty of time for her to do those things later, way later if she had her way and after a mental debate, Rin decided to leave her hair down and pulled on a pair of loose-fitting skater shoes she had acquired from Kohaku’s closet during her last visit.
Rin had checked herself over before getting dressed, making sure that the spider she had sworn bit her through her jeans wasn’t some form of poisonous creature. She had even gone as far as to pour rubbing alcohol over her thigh, just in case (maybe not her brightest moment) and there had been nothing, no bite, no irritation and she wondered if maybe she had been imaging it.
Kohaku had been on time to pick her up (as he always had been), though instead of the small Honda Del Sol he normally drove, he pulled up driving a behemoth. Rin recognized the thunderous Ford Excursion as Miroku’s by the clad dressed woman decal stickers and perfect leather interior. How Kohaku had been able to persuade Miroku to giving up the keys to “Sango II” (as Miroku proclaimed his vehicle to be), Rin didn’t know and she wasn’t going to ask as she catapulted herself into the passenger seat.
Large vehicles were okay, to a point, and it was more car than either man needed and she shook her head as the vehicle hummed as it cruised down the streets. There was no use contemplating their mindset, as it was worse than a school child with unlimited supply of fattening sugar and she opted to messing with the radio station instead of asking stupid questions.
There were only so many different possibilities of where Kohaku had planned on taking them driving Miroku’s gas-guzzler and a part of her was not surprised when they turned into the drive in parking lot. Kohaku often proclaimed that a movie wasn’t a movie if it wasn’t seen in the drive in and she fought back a heavy sigh as the vehicle was parked.
The windshield wasn’t overly large, surprising for such an enormous vehicle, but Kohaku didn’t complain as he unbuckled himself and scooted closer to Rin, the bench seat vehicle just a tad too convenient in her opinion. The radio spewed announcements and advertisements and Rin debated on whether or not it was too late to feign a headache and call the night a wash.
“So how was your day?” Kohaku asked, his brown eyes watching her with an innocent curiosity.
Lame, her mind supplied as she rubbed her thigh, the denim irritating the skin underneath it slightly. “Meh, Kaede had me doing manual labor so you guys can get that old room cleared out.”
He was only half interested in what she was saying, it was as plain as day when his fingers traced her cheek, slipping through the black strands of her hair. Boys, she mentally sighed not pretending interest, she really did not feel ‘frisky’ at the moment. His lips ghosted over her skin, his breath tickling her ear and her heart lurched as she glanced at the driver side window, it was tinted.
Feeling put out by Kohaku’s obvious careful planning she almost pulled herself away from him, his teasing fingers slipping underneath her light t-shirt. His hands were surprisingly calloused and his lips fitted almost too comfortably over her mouth, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame. To be honest, she liked kissing Kohaku, his shy eagerness, his feather-light touches and sheer enthusiasm made her feel desirable. Sure, there were feelings attached to it as well; after all, he had nearly been her first everything and if nothing else she could see herself settling down with the boy in front of her, not that she really wanted to.
“Rin,” his hushed moan whispered in her ear as the straps of her bra were slid down her arms and dropped to the floor with her borrowed shoes.
Her breath was coming out in heavy pants as Kohaku continued, his hard body pressing her firmly into the bench seat, his eager mouth consuming her as his hands roamed her flesh. Her mind had gone hazy, more so than normal as the sounds of the movie playing faded into static, her thigh itching slightly under her jeans and she gasped as Kohaku’s hand slipped under the elastic band of her underwear and touched her.
Her body jerked violently as a mixture of pleasure and pain ripped through her. It jarred her and Kohaku continued onward, his teeth nibbling the column of her neck, his other hand sliding down her side and catching on her jeans. She couldn’t find enough air in her lungs to vocalize her pain, nor the strength in her limbs to push Kohaku away as another pang rang through her lower half. This wasn’t right, she knew it wasn’t and a strangled sob wrenched itself free from her mouth as her jeans were pulled down her legs, Kohaku’s bare hand pressing against her flesh.
Her cry had an immediate effect and Kohaku pulled away from her as though he’d been slapped, his brown eyes wide and filled with fear. “R-Rin?”
It hurts, she mentally cried trying to get her body to obey her, the throbbing growing worse. She bit down on her lip violently as she forced herself up, her eyes catching the discoloration of the skin on her leg and she forced down another sob. There was a large purple bruise almost three inches in diameter, the center an angry red as if she had been branded by a hot poker and when Kohaku’s fingers touched it she couldn’t hold back her scream.
“What did you do to yourself?” Kohaku gasped loudly.
“I don’t know,” she sobbed trying desperately to regain control of herself and failing miserably. “I-I think I got bit by a spider while at Kaede’s shop.”
“That’s not a spider bite,” he spat as he dug around in his pockets for his cell phone and hitting buttons as he glared at her thigh. “How long has it been like that?”
“I-I don’t know!” She was loosing feeling in her legs and her heart skipped a beat. “I didn’t have this earlier! T-there was nothing there before you picked me up earlier.”
Kohaku; however, had stopped listening to her as he started the vehicle and began maneuvering it out onto the road, the movie completely abandoned now as he spoke harshly into the cell phone in his hand. Her mind slipped away from her along with her vision and she was stuck in a painful darkness, the static from the radio humming in her ears.
Was she dying? It was hard to tell when she couldn’t even keep track of anything around her and she cursed her luck. Kaede had been right, maybe she should have stayed home instead of going out with Kohaku. Hell, she should have pretended to have been sick so she could have gotten out of helping Kaede, but she hadn’t and this was the price of helping out a friend of the ‘family’.
Familiar voices called out to her and she struggled to focus on them as she was jostled around. She was being pulled and tugged and a wave of cold air knocked some of the sense back into her. It was dark out, she noticed as her head lolled against a warm hard surface, rumbling vibrations keeping her from falling back into her thoughts and she ached.
“Rin,” the voice was gruff and demanding and letting her head fall back she was met with furious amber eyes. “Rin, stay with me!”
“I-InuYasha?” What was he doing here during her date? She was confused, frightened and angry. “W-what-”
“Rin honey,” she felt herself being lowered onto something hard and flat and she hissed as her head smacked into it. “Tell me what happened, what bit you?”
“She said it was a spider while she was at Kaede’s earlier,” Kohaku’s voice bounced off her ears along with the sound of a heavy door slamming shut somewhere close by.
“Where am I?” Rin was able to force herself to sit up, her entire body feeling something close to jelly like.
She didn’t need either of them to tell her really, not when her eyes focused enough to clearly see her surroundings. She was in the dinning room, draped across the kitchen table that belonged to InuYasha’s older brother Sesshomaru. She knew because she had spent more years of her life eating at the table she was on than anywhere else, that and the door slamming had been Sesshomaru making an appearance.
He looked angry--well, as angry as he could possibly be without showing it as he neared her and she felt her pulse quicken. She didn’t want to be there, not with him and there was pain, in both her heart and her leg. She tried sliding off the table and would have done so successfully if she hadn’t glanced down and promptly screamed.
The skin inside the bruised area had turned black and began to bubble out, the tingling sensation of something moving under her skin horrifying her even more so than any scary movie she had ever seen. Shouts irrupted around her, hands clawing at her and holding her back and she fought against them, her screams growing more shrill as the skin pulled tighter, the bulge moving slightly from mid-thigh towards her hip.
"Get it out of me!" There was something in her leg, something alive and it was crawling up her and she screamed for help.
One moment Sesshomaru was feet away, the next he had nudged his way between her legs, one clawed hand holding her leg as the other plunged into her thigh. Another scream tore through her throat as Sesshomaru’s clawed fingers sunk into her, tearing muscle and flesh and ripping out the offending bulge. Long slender legs twitched from Sesshomaru’s clenched hand, and Rin almost passed out at the sight of the large black spider being crushed in front of her.
The hands holding her down lessened and InuYasha came into her vision, his own clawed hands taking a hold of her leg and squeezing the flesh like a pimple. Yellow liquid oozed from her, dripping down the side of her leg and onto the table top and sizzling ominously. Shock kept Rin from screaming like her mind kept telling her to and when blood replaced the yellow sludge, InuYasha released his hold on her and pressed a cloth to the slightly gaping wound.
“Leave,” Sesshomaru’s voice drowned out her quiet hiccoughing sobs and reluctantly InuYasha and Kohaku exited the room.
“S-Sesshomaru,” she wiped her tears with the back of her arm, but he did not acknowledge her until the two of them were alone.
“Where are your pants?” He questioned as he uncovered the makeshift bandage and sprayed her wound with a unlabeled antiseptic.
The pain immediately lessened and she willed the tears to stop unless she wanted to hyperventilate right in front of Sesshomaru. This was definitely the last place she wanted to be. “In Miroku’s car with my bra.”
“That is unacceptable,” his cold voice was strained and it immediately put Rin on the defensive. “Come morning, InuYasha will have all your things here.”
“No!” Rin snapped, wincing as Sesshomaru’s deadly claws delicately wrapped gauze around her thigh. Where had he gotten that? “No! You promised!”
“You have proven yourself incapable of taking care of yourself,” he growled cutting off any protests. “Your childishness ends here. You will not stray from this house under any circumstances until the demon that has infected you has been apprehended.”
“I won’t stay, you can’t keep me here.” It was a lie, he could keep her inside the walls of his home, they both knew he could and would and for a moment she hated him.
“Watch me,” He was being more vocal than she had remembered him being in the years they had been apart and she felt her pulse quicken at the glare he pinned her with.
“God, kill me now,” she was being overdramatic as she flopped herself back onto the table and throwing her arm over her eyes. She didn’t want to be there, not with him and especially not after he had made it clear that there had been nothing between them.
“If you hadn’t belonged to me you wouldn’t be begging for death.” He was grumpier too, she told herself as she felt his hands leave her.
There were reasons why she had been with Kohaku, why she okayed his advances and those reasons were painful. She wanted to forget about the demon in front of her, almost preferred death to him (though those thoughts were quite questionable at the moment). It was easier to pretend to be happy with someone who merely tickled her senses than be miserable pining away for the breathlessness of someone who spent her entire existence rejecting her. She had been bound to a demon who would never accept her as an equal and now she had become his prisoner.
It was safe to say she was not looking forward to tomorrow.
E/N: I really really loved this one... But maybe only because I dreamt it and it was almost exactly like this. Now, if only I could get the actor who played Victor Krum in Harry Potter 4, Goblet of fire, to go bowling with me and my weekend dreams would be complete... lol
Now, this is one I actually had a dream about and after a few drinks was able to push it out of my brain... lol creepy much?
A First Time For Everything
Spiderwebs---No Doubt
Her day had started off as a rather mediocre day, boring, uneventful and lacking anything relatively pleasurable. The morning had been spent cleaning out a dust filled warehouse, cobwebs easily feet in size, inches of dust and dirt and the large room unbearably hot. She had volunteered herself only as a last resort, but somehow she had gotten suckered into weeks worth of work for minimum wage pay and though she did not complain vocally, her mind was filled with mutiny.
The job had been easy, merely moving priceless objects from the warehouse and out into the shop, not forgetting the dust rag to clean said items and three hours into manual labor, her muscles were aching and her sweat had dust and dirt caked to her every exposed surface of skin. The room had been ignored for years easily and she had been warned that vermin might have made it a home; however, she had been glad that no rats, bats or anything close to that were present.
It had even struck her as odd, yet she swept it from her mind as her hand batted yet another enormous cobweb hanging from the ceiling. She felt as if she had been in a haunted house, or some other cheesy Halloween haunt and it would take her days to get the junk out of her already unmanageable long hair. By early afternoon her work was done and she had been free of the cramped, hot room in favor of the shop foyer, and blissfully cool air conditioning.
She’d been relaxing, drinking a cold glass of water when she felt a pinch on her thigh and with a brief glance she cried out, her hand instinctively swatting her jean clad thigh and smashing the large spider resting on it. Her heart thumped in her chest as she wiped the remnants of spider goop on her jeans, and some on the old
chair cushion she rested on and decided enough was enough.
“Kaede!” She called out loudly making her way to the counter dividing the shop foyer and the staff room. “I’m going home now!”
An elderly woman waddled slowly, her huge bulking frame almost intimidating if she hadn’t been smiling. “Aye child, you can go now. The boys will be here tomorrow to finish with the things that the museum has purchased.”
She grumbled to herself as Kaede turned and disappeared into the backroom, the sound of wooden beads clinking together almost hypnotic. Picking up her bag, she shouldered it and headed out, only to stop as Kaede’s voice rung out as if she had spoken through a speaker system.
“Rin,” she turned, but Kaede was nowhere to be seen. “Pleas be careful child, the moon is full of malice tonight…”
“Yeah, yeah” Rin muttered under her breath before leaving out the front door and into reality.
Upon arrival to her small home, Rin shucked off all her clothes and let them fall to the floor. She had plans to go out with Kohaku, her longtime friend (boyfriend if the word was used loosely) and she wanted to be dressed to impress. A hot shower and serious scrubbing pulled the dirt and the grime from her body and readied herself for what she assumed would be a good time. She listened to the voicemails on her house phone as she stuffed herself with children’s cereal, the jingle sounding from the television in the other room.
She did not think about the status of hers and Kohaku’s relationship as it had gone no further than friends with benefits. She wasn’t worried if he didn’t like her, because she already knew he had. They worked like a well-oiled machine, easy and predictable and on most occasions, fun. She was too young to settle down, too curious about the world around her to try and be too grown up. There would be plenty of time for her to do those things later, way later if she had her way and after a mental debate, Rin decided to leave her hair down and pulled on a pair of loose-fitting skater shoes she had acquired from Kohaku’s closet during her last visit.
Rin had checked herself over before getting dressed, making sure that the spider she had sworn bit her through her jeans wasn’t some form of poisonous creature. She had even gone as far as to pour rubbing alcohol over her thigh, just in case (maybe not her brightest moment) and there had been nothing, no bite, no irritation and she wondered if maybe she had been imaging it.
Kohaku had been on time to pick her up (as he always had been), though instead of the small Honda Del Sol he normally drove, he pulled up driving a behemoth. Rin recognized the thunderous Ford Excursion as Miroku’s by the clad dressed woman decal stickers and perfect leather interior. How Kohaku had been able to persuade Miroku to giving up the keys to “Sango II” (as Miroku proclaimed his vehicle to be), Rin didn’t know and she wasn’t going to ask as she catapulted herself into the passenger seat.
Large vehicles were okay, to a point, and it was more car than either man needed and she shook her head as the vehicle hummed as it cruised down the streets. There was no use contemplating their mindset, as it was worse than a school child with unlimited supply of fattening sugar and she opted to messing with the radio station instead of asking stupid questions.
There were only so many different possibilities of where Kohaku had planned on taking them driving Miroku’s gas-guzzler and a part of her was not surprised when they turned into the drive in parking lot. Kohaku often proclaimed that a movie wasn’t a movie if it wasn’t seen in the drive in and she fought back a heavy sigh as the vehicle was parked.
The windshield wasn’t overly large, surprising for such an enormous vehicle, but Kohaku didn’t complain as he unbuckled himself and scooted closer to Rin, the bench seat vehicle just a tad too convenient in her opinion. The radio spewed announcements and advertisements and Rin debated on whether or not it was too late to feign a headache and call the night a wash.
“So how was your day?” Kohaku asked, his brown eyes watching her with an innocent curiosity.
Lame, her mind supplied as she rubbed her thigh, the denim irritating the skin underneath it slightly. “Meh, Kaede had me doing manual labor so you guys can get that old room cleared out.”
He was only half interested in what she was saying, it was as plain as day when his fingers traced her cheek, slipping through the black strands of her hair. Boys, she mentally sighed not pretending interest, she really did not feel ‘frisky’ at the moment. His lips ghosted over her skin, his breath tickling her ear and her heart lurched as she glanced at the driver side window, it was tinted.
Feeling put out by Kohaku’s obvious careful planning she almost pulled herself away from him, his teasing fingers slipping underneath her light t-shirt. His hands were surprisingly calloused and his lips fitted almost too comfortably over her mouth, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame. To be honest, she liked kissing Kohaku, his shy eagerness, his feather-light touches and sheer enthusiasm made her feel desirable. Sure, there were feelings attached to it as well; after all, he had nearly been her first everything and if nothing else she could see herself settling down with the boy in front of her, not that she really wanted to.
“Rin,” his hushed moan whispered in her ear as the straps of her bra were slid down her arms and dropped to the floor with her borrowed shoes.
Her breath was coming out in heavy pants as Kohaku continued, his hard body pressing her firmly into the bench seat, his eager mouth consuming her as his hands roamed her flesh. Her mind had gone hazy, more so than normal as the sounds of the movie playing faded into static, her thigh itching slightly under her jeans and she gasped as Kohaku’s hand slipped under the elastic band of her underwear and touched her.
Her body jerked violently as a mixture of pleasure and pain ripped through her. It jarred her and Kohaku continued onward, his teeth nibbling the column of her neck, his other hand sliding down her side and catching on her jeans. She couldn’t find enough air in her lungs to vocalize her pain, nor the strength in her limbs to push Kohaku away as another pang rang through her lower half. This wasn’t right, she knew it wasn’t and a strangled sob wrenched itself free from her mouth as her jeans were pulled down her legs, Kohaku’s bare hand pressing against her flesh.
Her cry had an immediate effect and Kohaku pulled away from her as though he’d been slapped, his brown eyes wide and filled with fear. “R-Rin?”
It hurts, she mentally cried trying to get her body to obey her, the throbbing growing worse. She bit down on her lip violently as she forced herself up, her eyes catching the discoloration of the skin on her leg and she forced down another sob. There was a large purple bruise almost three inches in diameter, the center an angry red as if she had been branded by a hot poker and when Kohaku’s fingers touched it she couldn’t hold back her scream.
“What did you do to yourself?” Kohaku gasped loudly.
“I don’t know,” she sobbed trying desperately to regain control of herself and failing miserably. “I-I think I got bit by a spider while at Kaede’s shop.”
“That’s not a spider bite,” he spat as he dug around in his pockets for his cell phone and hitting buttons as he glared at her thigh. “How long has it been like that?”
“I-I don’t know!” She was loosing feeling in her legs and her heart skipped a beat. “I didn’t have this earlier! T-there was nothing there before you picked me up earlier.”
Kohaku; however, had stopped listening to her as he started the vehicle and began maneuvering it out onto the road, the movie completely abandoned now as he spoke harshly into the cell phone in his hand. Her mind slipped away from her along with her vision and she was stuck in a painful darkness, the static from the radio humming in her ears.
Was she dying? It was hard to tell when she couldn’t even keep track of anything around her and she cursed her luck. Kaede had been right, maybe she should have stayed home instead of going out with Kohaku. Hell, she should have pretended to have been sick so she could have gotten out of helping Kaede, but she hadn’t and this was the price of helping out a friend of the ‘family’.
Familiar voices called out to her and she struggled to focus on them as she was jostled around. She was being pulled and tugged and a wave of cold air knocked some of the sense back into her. It was dark out, she noticed as her head lolled against a warm hard surface, rumbling vibrations keeping her from falling back into her thoughts and she ached.
“Rin,” the voice was gruff and demanding and letting her head fall back she was met with furious amber eyes. “Rin, stay with me!”
“I-InuYasha?” What was he doing here during her date? She was confused, frightened and angry. “W-what-”
“Rin honey,” she felt herself being lowered onto something hard and flat and she hissed as her head smacked into it. “Tell me what happened, what bit you?”
“She said it was a spider while she was at Kaede’s earlier,” Kohaku’s voice bounced off her ears along with the sound of a heavy door slamming shut somewhere close by.
“Where am I?” Rin was able to force herself to sit up, her entire body feeling something close to jelly like.
She didn’t need either of them to tell her really, not when her eyes focused enough to clearly see her surroundings. She was in the dinning room, draped across the kitchen table that belonged to InuYasha’s older brother Sesshomaru. She knew because she had spent more years of her life eating at the table she was on than anywhere else, that and the door slamming had been Sesshomaru making an appearance.
He looked angry--well, as angry as he could possibly be without showing it as he neared her and she felt her pulse quicken. She didn’t want to be there, not with him and there was pain, in both her heart and her leg. She tried sliding off the table and would have done so successfully if she hadn’t glanced down and promptly screamed.
The skin inside the bruised area had turned black and began to bubble out, the tingling sensation of something moving under her skin horrifying her even more so than any scary movie she had ever seen. Shouts irrupted around her, hands clawing at her and holding her back and she fought against them, her screams growing more shrill as the skin pulled tighter, the bulge moving slightly from mid-thigh towards her hip.
"Get it out of me!" There was something in her leg, something alive and it was crawling up her and she screamed for help.
One moment Sesshomaru was feet away, the next he had nudged his way between her legs, one clawed hand holding her leg as the other plunged into her thigh. Another scream tore through her throat as Sesshomaru’s clawed fingers sunk into her, tearing muscle and flesh and ripping out the offending bulge. Long slender legs twitched from Sesshomaru’s clenched hand, and Rin almost passed out at the sight of the large black spider being crushed in front of her.
The hands holding her down lessened and InuYasha came into her vision, his own clawed hands taking a hold of her leg and squeezing the flesh like a pimple. Yellow liquid oozed from her, dripping down the side of her leg and onto the table top and sizzling ominously. Shock kept Rin from screaming like her mind kept telling her to and when blood replaced the yellow sludge, InuYasha released his hold on her and pressed a cloth to the slightly gaping wound.
“Leave,” Sesshomaru’s voice drowned out her quiet hiccoughing sobs and reluctantly InuYasha and Kohaku exited the room.
“S-Sesshomaru,” she wiped her tears with the back of her arm, but he did not acknowledge her until the two of them were alone.
“Where are your pants?” He questioned as he uncovered the makeshift bandage and sprayed her wound with a unlabeled antiseptic.
The pain immediately lessened and she willed the tears to stop unless she wanted to hyperventilate right in front of Sesshomaru. This was definitely the last place she wanted to be. “In Miroku’s car with my bra.”
“That is unacceptable,” his cold voice was strained and it immediately put Rin on the defensive. “Come morning, InuYasha will have all your things here.”
“No!” Rin snapped, wincing as Sesshomaru’s deadly claws delicately wrapped gauze around her thigh. Where had he gotten that? “No! You promised!”
“You have proven yourself incapable of taking care of yourself,” he growled cutting off any protests. “Your childishness ends here. You will not stray from this house under any circumstances until the demon that has infected you has been apprehended.”
“I won’t stay, you can’t keep me here.” It was a lie, he could keep her inside the walls of his home, they both knew he could and would and for a moment she hated him.
“Watch me,” He was being more vocal than she had remembered him being in the years they had been apart and she felt her pulse quicken at the glare he pinned her with.
“God, kill me now,” she was being overdramatic as she flopped herself back onto the table and throwing her arm over her eyes. She didn’t want to be there, not with him and especially not after he had made it clear that there had been nothing between them.
“If you hadn’t belonged to me you wouldn’t be begging for death.” He was grumpier too, she told herself as she felt his hands leave her.
There were reasons why she had been with Kohaku, why she okayed his advances and those reasons were painful. She wanted to forget about the demon in front of her, almost preferred death to him (though those thoughts were quite questionable at the moment). It was easier to pretend to be happy with someone who merely tickled her senses than be miserable pining away for the breathlessness of someone who spent her entire existence rejecting her. She had been bound to a demon who would never accept her as an equal and now she had become his prisoner.
It was safe to say she was not looking forward to tomorrow.
E/N: I really really loved this one... But maybe only because I dreamt it and it was almost exactly like this. Now, if only I could get the actor who played Victor Krum in Harry Potter 4, Goblet of fire, to go bowling with me and my weekend dreams would be complete... lol