InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Roses ❯ The Capture, The Questioning ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Inu Yasha and relations are not my property. If they were then I would be making a kickass movie out of this, and it would be the shit! However, I would like to thank Rumiko Takahashi and bow down to her most-totally-great-and-awesome-kick-assness.

Author’s Note: There will be a lot of violence and sex in later chapters, some non-consensual. I will provide notes before and after each section of graphic sex with a brief overview of what happened for those of you who are weak of heart and/or stomach. You have been warned, and I thank you all for taking time to read my feeble attempt at a fan-fiction. I apologize in advance for any spelling and or grammatical errors, as I have no beta-reader. Just myself! Here it goes.


Blood and Roses

Author: HesaMame

Chapter one: The Capture, The Questioning


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She felt as though she would faint yet again as a bubble of anguish filled her stomach and threatened to spew across the concrete. Her eyes were closed; she couldn’t yet face the reality of what was. Shadows of how she had come to be here danced around in her head. Dim images of shouting, loud meaningless noises, and men running around fleeted through her memory. The past seemed more painful to her now than the present. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. There were no windows, but a light flickered in through a crack in the wall. It was dim and eerie and she found she would have preferred no light at all. The room was 4'x6' and made of some unidentifiable stone that was encased with blood and the dank smell of death. Cold leaked from the walls and seemed to slowly creep its way from the room to her skin, diving straight for the bones.


The girl winced her way to the wall, using it to support her frame as she tried to sit up and draw her limbs into her own embrace, although moving, even a little, hurt her abdomen severely. She wished her position did more to block the cold that was easily getting through her ripped and wet clothes. She felt warm tears leak down her face as she began to sob.


“Higarashi Kagome; twenty-two; she’s Houjo’s consort, and she’s Souta’s sister.” The man who was speaking walked leisurely around the small office, reading from a thick manilla folder. He was tall, however not as tall as his seated companion. He had shaggy black hair pulled together at the nape of his neck and deep brown eyes.


“Damn it!” his associate roared, slamming his large fist down onto his desk. Miroku took a seat as his friend stood up.


“Yash, it was a misapprehension. There was a lot of confusion, and she wasn’t supposed to have been there.”


Inu Yasha began pacing, his pale hair falling into his eyes. “Where is she?” he sighed. Inu Yasha was tired, and he just wanted to get this mess taken care of.


“She was placed in the south wing basement.” Miroku scanned the file.


“God, get her out of there. Locate her in our wing. I want to keep a close eye on her. Give her the room across the hall from mine; that’s vacant, correct?” Miroku nodded. “Nobody is to touch her, or I will personally terminate them.” Miroku merely nodded again and exited the room by its large wooden double doors.


Inu Yasha cursed as his comrade slipped through the doors and they softly thudded shut. This was the reason he never took prisoners. Too much confusion always was left over, and you had to play by certain rules. A deep rumble of a growl burned at the bottom of his throat; he hated rules. “Fuck!” he shouted, slamming his hand onto the desk he was seated behind.

Kagome stifled a cry and bit her lip as she shifted too quickly. Pain shot through her side and left tingling traces throughout her entire body. There was the muffled sound of metal on metal outside the large wooden door. Fear swelled in her throat and prevented her voice to come out.


The door opened, revealing a young woman with long straightened coal colored tresses pulled into a sleek pony tail and attired in tight ripped jeans with a fitted corset for a top. “I’m to show you to your quarters,” the girl said in a soft voice. “I’ll have somebody check you over soon. I’m Sango, by the way.” She offered Kagome a smile, which she attempted to return. Sango led the battered and bruised girl up a long flight of stairs and down a mess of corridors.


“Here we are,” she slid open a pair of double doors and allowed Kagome entry. “If you’ll go ahead and bathe, I’ll go and fetch some bandages.” Kagome nodded slightly and Sango turned to leave, “oh, there is an ensemble for you in the bathroom.”


“Thank you.” Kagome mustered the strength, and stepped into the lavatory. She took her shoes off at the door and stood on a very plush rug. She wiggled her toes and smiled softly at the feel of it. Kagome then began running hot water into the very large bath tub and attempted to clean up the very large cut on the upper part of her left arm at the sink. She had to remove her shirt to do so, and in the process she moved just wrong enough for another stab of pain to shoot through her, making her curse out loud.


Once all of the caked blood was gone from around it, Kagome could see a very ugly bruise had formed at the edges of the laceration. The tub was finished filling and she rid herself of her torn clothing and stepped into the crisp water slowly, sighing at the feeling of all the dirt being soaked away.


Once dressed, Kagome studied herself in the floor-length mirror in the bathroom. She was given a white tank top, fashioned after a corset, with black lacing. The white against her already tanned skin made her look even darker. The nearly-sheer above the knee black skirt left little to the imagination. She searched the drawers for a brush, coming across a packaged toothbrush as well.


Kagome took a deep breath and emitted the bathroom feeling refreshed and groomed. “Feel better?” Sango was sitting on her bed, waiting for her.


“Mm, much.” Kagome smiled and took a seat next to her, being sure not to move too quickly. Sango quickly got to work cleaning and dressing the wound on her arm. Kagome winced as alcohol was poured onto it. As Sango busied herself, Kagome decided to look around the room- something she had neglected to do when she had come in.


The walls were a dark brown, and the carpet was a lighter version. A very large rug with a dark floral design sat in the middle of the floor. The large four poster bed that she sat on was made of wood and had a light canopy. One layer of the drapes on the canopy was a deep burgundy, the other was a paler version of it. The sheets were pink satin and the comforter was a large one made of down feathers. There were two matching night stands. On one was a vase of roses and a set of candles; on the other was a lamp and a clock.


Kagome noticed that the room was dimly lit by a shaded light fixture hanging from the ceiling, and the windows were tightly shut, allowing no light in. “I’ll make sure you get more clothes up here.” Sango broke Kagome from her examination.

“Oh, thank you.” She worried her lip, “I hope I’m not here so long as to need many.”


Sango let out a deep breath, “I don’t know how long they plan to keep you,” she answered honestly.


“How long have you been here?” Kagome asked. Sango finished up the bandage and took another deep breath, “Just about forever.”


“So you grew up here?” Kagome turned to face her.


“Look, Kagome, right? There are things that are forbidden for us to talk about here. Pasts are one of them.” Kagome furrowed her brow.


“Okay. I’m sorry I asked.”


Sango sighed, “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but I can’t. Inu Yasha would have my head.”


Kagome nodded, “I understand.”


Pausing a moment, Sango pursed her lips. “Oh, damn it. Kagome, I’m-” Sango was cut short at the sound of the doors being flown open.


“Miss Sango, there you are! I need a word with you, please.” The man who had come in spoke in a jubilant voice, however his expression did not match his tone. He smiled slightly, trying to look amiable, but it did not reach his eyes. His brow was furrowed and he looked pointedly at Sango. Kagome watched the scene with curious eyes.


“Oh, Miroku, of course I’m coming. Pardon me, Kagome, but I must take this meeting.” Kagome nodded, and laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as Sango exited the room with Miroku.


“Sango, just what were you about to divulge to our guest?” A smile tugged at Miroku’s lips, however he remained stern.


“I don’t really know.” Sango admitted.


“Sango, dear, you know if he were to find out that you were going to tell her something like that he’d be furious. I’d hate to see what he would do to you.” The playfulness left his voice.


“I know.” Sango looked down in shame. “I just don’t see how she can not know. I mean, if she’s connected with everybody that she’s connected with you would think she would know something.”


Miroku smiled again, “Sessomaru wouldn’t let them tell her. It’d be too risky.” Sango nodded in understanding. “Oh, and Miss Sango, Yash requests Miss Kagome’s presence in his office immediately. Perhaps while they’re busy we could sneak off and...” He let his sentence trail off, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Sango raised her own brows.


“We could sneak off and what, Miroku? Don’t make me pummel you.” She crossed her arms over her chest.


“Oh, come on, Sango, don’t try to deny that there’s something between us. You know you can barely stand to be this close to me and not throw yourself into my arms.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.


“Goodbye, Houshi.” Sango turned around and reentered the room, leaving Miroku smiling at her endearing use of his previous last name.


“Kagome, your presence is wanted in Inu Yasha’s office. He would like to converse with you.” Sango looked solemn.


“Okay, when does he want to see me?” Kagome looked confused.


“Now.” Sango turned and left the room, expecting Kagome to follow. Kagome did as was anticipated of her, although she was very confused in the matter.


“This way,” Sango led her to a door that was a floor down from her own room. After rapping it gently a voice came from within.


"Come in."


Sango peeked in the door, “Yash?” Kagome held back a gasp when he looked up; Yash’s eyes were so bright of an amber-brown they nearly glowed in the shadowed obscurity of the room.


"What?" he demanded harshly.


"She's here," Sango sidestepped to reveal the captive girl to him.


"Well come in, then." He seemed agitated, annoyed at her very presence. At Sango's nod, Kagome reluctantly made her way into the office. The carpet was red and the walls black. In the center of the room was a large mahogany desk, which Inu Yasha was seated behind.


“This is Hojou’s bitch?” He snorted and turned towards Sango who, reluctantly, nodded.


Kagome was fuming. "Excuse me! I'm nobody’s bitch!" He turned his eyes towards her, glowing in a mix of amusement and anger.


"Sit down." He said gruffly, motioning to a chair. "I've got some questions. Sango, you can go now." She nodded and left the room. "I said to sit!" Kagome flinched at the harshness of his voice, although she refused to move.


"I'd rather stand, thank you." He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated breath.


"Fine. Have it your way." He sighed and sat back, "What do you know about Sessomaru?" He took a deep breath after saying this, as if merely saying that name would make him break out in convulsions.


"Who?" She raised an eyebrow.


"Sessomaru." He spat out again. "What do you know about him?"


She drew her eyebrows together. "I've never heard of him." His eyes flashed in annoyance.


"Don't play dumb, I know you do. You are seeing Hojou. And Souta’s your brother." Her eyes widened, 'How does he know so much?' her mind demanded to itself.


She broke eye contact to measure up the rest of him; he was very attractive, there was no denying. And his hair was so odd; she decided he must go through a lot of bleach to obtain the stark color. His fists were clenched on the desk. His hands were quite large, and his black button down had the sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing a band of tattoos around his wrists, which she couldn’t make out from her position.


She brought her gaze back to his face, where, in his anger, his eyes flashed red. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as what happened settled into her brain. "Wh-what are you?" She gasped, stepping back towards the door.


"Kagome, right?" She nodded, never breaking eye contact. He slowly stood up, making his way towards her. "Don't run, you wouldn't get far." He let a wicked grin play on his features; Kagome suspected it was to let her get an eyeful of his razor sharp incisors. He smelled her fear swell and his grin grew more feral.


"Please." Her voice faded off as she pressed herself against the door. Inu Yasha stared hard at her for a moment. If he wasn’t so angry he might have appreciated her shapely body in her revealing shirt and sheer skirt.


Damn she had killer legs, “I bet they’d feel really nice against,” he quickly pushed the unfinished and tantalizing thought aside to return to the current moment.


"Please what?" He grinned, getting a high off of her fear. He never would admit it, but something about her scent drove him wild. Her dread just made it better. He kept advancing, her trepidation getting stronger as he did.


“Please...what?” He asked again, softly yet dangerously, when he was a mere breath away.


"Please," she whimpered again, "don't."


He took a deep breath, inhaling her, "What exactly don't you want me to do?" He leaned against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, and put his face inches from hers,


"Just... don't" she managed to get out, her voice raising in pitch.


"Then don't run." He growled low, "Don't run and I... won't." She nodded and he let her go, stepping aside and motioning to the chair. She let out a breath of relief, this time accepting the offer of the seat. “So you really don’t know?” Inu Yasha pinched the bridge of his nose to calm down.


“No, I really don’t know." Kagome squirmed at the akward silence. "What do they call you?" He looked up at her voice.


"It's Inu Yasha."


She nodded, "Inu Yasha, then." He cocked an eyebrow. "What are you?" she asked hesitantly, barely a whisper. He snorted.


"The result of a..." He stopped when he remembered who she was. "Never mind that. I need to get a hold of either your brother or,” he raised an eyebrow, “Houjo, and then you'll be out of my hair. If not, we can always kill you." Her eyes widened and he laughed. "Don't worry about that, princess. Your brother should make a big attempt to get you out of here, though I don't know about Houjo; you haven't even fucked him yet." At this he let out a slight laugh.


"Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow, all traces of fear were replaced with anger and he laughed again. It was then, when his head tilted down in amusement, that Kagome noticed something else about his appearance. He had two triangular ears atop his head. “What is he?” she found herself repeating in her mind.


He pressed a button on his desk and looked towards the door when it opened. It was the man who came into her room earlier, "Miroku, take the bitch back to her room. There's dinner for her there. And don't try anything." He nearly growled the last statement.


"Oh for holy's sakes! My name's not bitch! It's Kagome! It’s not that hard to say. Ka-go-me. Okay?" He rolled his eyes. Miroku nodded.


"This way, Miss Kagome."



"Ugh!" She raised herself from the chair, flinching in pain as she did, and walked into the hallway.


"I mean it, Miroku. Don't."


"But of course, Yash. What kind of man do you take me for?"


"You're not a man."


"Good point" A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. He left quickly when he heard the growl coming from Inu Yasha and led Kagome back to her room. Her flinch did not go unnoticed by a pair of glowing gold eyes.


“Fuck,” he barely heard himself mutter.


When Kagome reached her room, Miroku nodded his goodbye and left her to her own devices. She sat on the bed where a tray of food was placed. It was beef and vegetable stew with a roll and tea. Sighing happily, she slowly ate her meal, oblivious to the amber eyes that watched her from an unnoticed door.


Inu Yasha cursed himself silently for using the system of passages that very few knew about just to observe this, he paused, not knowing what to call her, finally deciding on ‘bitch.’ There was something about her, something that sparked his interests. He wanted to talk to her, though he wouldn't permit himself.


When she had finished her meal and placed her tray on the desk, grunting a bit in pain, he quietly turned, going back the way he came and making sure the door was closed and hidden in his special way he had of hiding things.


Kagome looked at the clock. Although she was tired, she refused to let herself sleep for another hour; it was only eight thirty. Little did she know, Miroku, Sango and Inu Yasha were cursing themselves for rising so early.