InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Torture & Submission ( Chapter 25 )

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

A/N: I don't own any of them with the exception of Jouyoku and Miebi Kokushi.

Chapter 25: Torture & Submission

After leaving the castle of the wind sorceress he had every intention of rushing back to the village of the Miko and her friend. In no way was he in any rush to take the Miko, but her friend was another story.

The Miko he was sure would serve as his nourishment during his hibernation. Her friend on the other hand though she had strong will and determination unlike anything he had felt before, he just hadn't totally decided whether he would keep her with him or take what he wanted and throw her remains to the side. Either way the fact that her scent was the sweetest most inviting scent he'd ever smelled on a Ninjen women basically sealed her fate. He would take her be it now or a century later; he would ravage her body and her soul.

`What is one to do when he has so many wonderful delicacies to choose from?' He thought with a smirk.

It had been two days since he had taken the Youkai woman and the pale skinned girl. He had to admit the Youkai woman was definitely a delightful meal in itself, but the pale skinned girl… Just the thought of it was enough to make him shudder. He couldn't remember that last time the sight of a woman had almost caused him to change his mind, but that night he definitely almost…almost turned around and walked out the door. Unfortunately for her, his eyes were on a bigger prize so he had no choice but to take her no matter how ghostly or ghastly she appeared to be.

`There really wasn't anything enticing about her, was there?' He thought as he continued walking at a slow almost lethargic pace.

Since then he had been strolling almost aimlessly about the countryside, making sure to wonder near villages so that he would be able to find a ready made meal when necessary. He had been feasting like a boar in slop. His appetite was insatiable to say the least and he enjoyed every minute of it.

The power he felt was reminiscent of an unstoppable typhoon. Once it reached your shores there was no stopping it the only thing you could do was either cower down to it and pray for the best or get out of its way.

`Perhaps I shall pay the white lord a visit and put this power to a test.' He thought with a smirk as he balled his hand into a tight fist and flexed his arm a few times in a show of his strength.

Ever since his first encounter with the white lord he was unable to get his face out of his head. Maybe it was the degrading manner in which he spoke to him or perhaps it was the idea that the girl, Rin that traveled with him was said to be off limits. He really didn't know what exactly it was, but what he did know was that although he had never enjoyed sinking his talons into anyone's flesh he had a unnerving desire the rip the great white one apart from the inside…out.

`I wonder if the wind sorceress has found her way to her new mate?' He thought idly, a sinister smirk gracing his handsome features. `What I wouldn't give to be present for that encounter.'

He knew that as long as the wind sorceress believed that the white lord was her mate she would harass him unmercifully only wanting what she deemed was rightfully hers. She would feel an ache in the pit of her soul to be touched and caressed to just be near him, but only he knew that aching feeling wasn't for the white lord it would be for him. That is unless the white lord was able to make her believe that it was not he that she was mated to. Only at that time if she believed him, `would all hell break loose.' He thought as he chuckled.

“Maybe she'll get rid of the white lord for me. Then there will be no one to get between me and the sweet young thing called Rin.” He whispered as his surrounding started to look a little familiar.

Stopping abruptly he surveyed the area around him. `Of all the places to end up.' He thought to himself with a grin. His mood over the past few days had been more upbeat then ever, maybe it was knowing that he was very close to getting what he wanted or maybe it was the new found power that coursed through his veins. Whatever it was, it made him feel as if he could tear down the tallest mountain in a matter of seconds.

Sticking his nose into the air he sniffed, `ah, how sweet. Tears, fear, rage, lust…Miko. She is simply too inviting' he crooned as he veered off abruptly heading in the direction of her scent. He couldn't tell how old the different scents were but he knew that the fragrant scent of her desire her need to be full filled was the most recent, so that would be the one that he would follow.

Masking his aura so he would not be detected he allowed his lower half to dissipate into a smoky looking gas then floated swiftly in the direction of her scent, `maybe I will take you now and just lock you away until it's…' his thoughts stopped abruptly at the sight before him.

A mask of hatred and envy swiftly replaced the pleasant content mask that he had been wearing for the past few days.

He felt hatred for the one he was sure was preparing to take the life of the Miko he so badly needed…and wanted. He felt envious of the one standing near a wooden well in the middle of the clearing holding the Miko in his arms. Stilling his movement he allowed his lower half to reform.

His movements were so soft and swift he didn't disturb a twig beneath his feet. Resting a hand roughly on the dead priestesses shoulder he asked harshly, “What are you doing?”

Of course she was not one that startled easily but he had actually scared the crap out of her which caused the arrow to slip from her bow and shoot across the clearing towards her target. Unfortunately she didn't get a chance to see if it hit it's mark or not because he grabbed a hold of her and they both disappeared and reappeared a moment later. Where, she didn't have a clue.

All he could think about as he watched the arrow fly through the dark night sky was the idea that this woman whom had promised that she would help him and he in return would help her had just reneged on their deal.

When he grabbed a hold of her it wasn't to save her it was to break the arm she was using to aim the arrow. However at the last minute he decided that it would be best if he got the both of them as far away from there as possible, because even if her cover was blown he would still be able to remain incognito, which was how he liked it. Throwing the woman to the ground roughly he stalked up to her with out saying a word, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes.

Landing roughly on the ground she tried to catch her bearings but faltered and landed flat on her back. In all her years living and dead no one, demon or human had ever been able to sneak up on her, but this Youkai he was different. `It's his aura. When he snuck up on me he had it masked, so I couldn't sense him. That's how he did it.' She sneered in her mind. Looking up at him, “you coward! Are you so weak that you need to mask your aura to avoid other Youkai's.” She screamed pushing herself up so that she was sitting on her bottom but leaning back on both her hands. It almost looked leisurely. `My bow, I must have dropped it.' She thought briefly

Tilting his head slowly from side to side he eyed her. His emotions were raging inside him. Half wanted to rip her to shreds for her stupidity. The other half told him to calm down perhaps she could still be of some use to him. Looking down his nose at the insolent thing that had no right to be walking in the land of the living he tried to calm himself as best he could before he spoke.

“You despicable beast! How dare you even touch me?” Kikyo yelled. She had never in her life been handled so roughly by anyone. She had never allowed herself to be treated in such a manner and she refused to start now.

Staring at her as if he was looking through her he stated nonchalantly, “Despicable? I think not.” Walking closer to her he stooped down so that he was balancing on the balls of his feet as he continued, “you have the audacity to call me despicable when it's you who walk among living beings whom have no need for you. It's you who craves the touch of a man that is surly as disgusted by you as I am. Was it not you that stood hidden in the forest watching what you know you will never have? Wasn't it you who so cowardly tried to take the life of your reincarnation? No, woman it is not me that's despicable it's you and the jealousy you harbor for the Miko!”

The truth in his words hurt, but this she would not show. Her expression remained as cold as ever if not colder, “how dare you lecture me? Was it not you that made a deal with me that I would have Inuyasha and you would take my copy and now you sit here chastising me about despicable and cowardly behavior! I know what you do…Jouyoku.” She stated with venom, making sure she added emphasis on his name since she was sure he had never told her it before. “I've heard the stories from countless men, lonely and distraught because you…” She said pointing her finger in the middle of his chest, “took what didn't belong to you!”

Unable to contain his anger he grabbed her again this time wrapping his hand tightly around her neck. She grasped absently at his fingers trying to pry them off of her but to no avail. Pulling her so close to him that had she been a breathing living thing he would've felt her breath on his face, “so you know my name and I will assume what I'm created to do.” He stated seductively. `Let the games begin.' He thought to himself. He knew she probably did hear the stories about him, but it was only fair that he show her first hand.

Leaning in a little closer to her he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the side of her face, “did you feel that? Can you feel that?” He said playfully knowing that she probably couldn't and if she could she wouldn't be able to appreciate it since she was hollow on the inside.

She didn't answer. She just sat there with a shocked expression on her face. She had never been touched in such a manner.

Leaning back a little he allowed his nose to rub softly around her nose and the corners of her mouth, “You don't even breathe, do you?” He whispered softly. `This woman is a waste of space, I would say air but she doesn't even breathe.' He thought as another thought filtered into his sadistic mind.

She didn't answer, but she knew if she had been able to breathe it would've have been erratic to say the least.

Sticking his tongue out he traced the line of her lips, “as attracted as I'm sure you are to me, you can't even get turned on…can you?”

“L…let go of m…me.” She stuttered.

Ignoring her request he gripped her neck tighter and chuckled as he allowed his eyes to roam over her body. They came to a rest on the sash that held her priestess pants around her waist. “I wonder?” He question, but before he could even finish his statement his free hand was in motion ripping the sash down the middle. Slowly he allowed his hand to travel down her body stopping at her abdomen. “What are you thinking?” He asked. “Are you afraid? Do you think I want you?” He teased in a low voice as he shoved his hand down and between her legs. Palming the area that should've held her womanly parts he threw his head back and laughed loud and obnoxiously, “Your nothing more than a walking talking dish.”

Her pride her ego the things she held on to because she had nothing else, she lost the very moment he touched her down there. She felt dirty and worthless. This Youkai he was humiliating her. She knew she was dead, she knew she didn't have the parts that a living-breathing woman would have, but did that make it all right for him to treat her like this? Even if she was made of clay and bones didn't she deserve to be treated with a little dignity?

Removing his hand from her pants he brought it up to his nose and sniffed. Shaking his head in a negative fashion he frowned up his face then smirked, “I was just hoping that you had a little bit of the scent I'm sure you had when you were alive.” Sighing heavily he looked her directly in the eyes, “Tell me something…if I return you to ash from which you came, will anybody…even miss you?”

She couldn't take anymore of this humiliation. Why was he doing this to her? Was it because she might have taken the life her reincarnation? Was it because she had broken their pact or was he just this sick, sadistic and twisted? Was this the true face of evil? There were too many questions and not enough time to figure them all out. Reaching out to her side she felt around the ground with one hand for something to hit him with while she continued to scratch and pry at his hand with the other. Finding a large stick she swung it at his head but he swatted it away as if it was no more than a fly.

Bringing his face down so that he was eye-to-eye nose to nose with her he grinned evilly, “you still don't understand, well let me help you.” Tightening the hand that he had around her neck he squeezed tighter and tighter, while he watched her expression change from frustration, to disbelief, to fear and then utter and unrestrained horror. He continued squeezing until he heard a crack, “oops” he stated jokingly but did not release his hold on her neck. “Just as I thought…empty.” He whispered in a singsong voice.

For a moment he could have sworn he had seen wetness in her eyes, but he didn't care. Why would he? She was nothing to him she meant nothing to him. “Do you know how to break a pottery dish? Do you want me to show you?” He asked while standing up of course he made sure to bring her up with him.

Looking up he noticed several white snake like things swimming in the skyline above them. Glancing back down at the woman locked in his grip he stated, “They help you remain here among the living, don't they?” Not waiting for an answer he dissolved his bottom half and floated up to meet them.

Her soul collectors, they were here to save her to try and rejuvenate her body. This Youkai his strength the feel of his aura was nothing less than deadly. The strength with in it…was unexplainable. All she wanted was to be free of him to get as far away from him as humanly possible. She could feel the soul collectors getting closer to her and she welcomed it, because she knew once she was with in a certain distance of them they could wrap around her and take her to safety.

Looking down at her face he smirked, “so they're here to help you?” He asked trying to appear sincere. Holding her out to his left side he allowed the fingers on his right hand to grow into 12-inch talons. “There is no help for you! Do understand yet?” He hissed as he struck out effortlessly shredding all of the Soul Collectors.

At the sight of her lifelines being shredded then falling from the sky only to disintegrate into nothingness before they hit the ground, she closed her eyes. After dieing the first time at the hands of her love only to be brought back to the world of the living 50 years later, why would fate allow her to die in such a manner and at the hands of someone such as this? Did she not deserve a little peace…but then again wasn't she an abomination…wasn't she the walking dead. Perhaps this is what she deserved no more…no less.

“Oh, come now…why do you look so depressed?” He asked sounding as if he was talking to a little child.

She looked at him with a bewildered expression gracing her once blank features.

Descending so slowly back down to the ground that he appeared to be hovering in mid air he once again tightened his hand around her neck, “I have every desire to just shatter this husk that you call a body. I do not like you, there is absolutely nothing I find desirable about you, and I don't trust you. You listen to me and you listen good…” He stated to the dead but undead priestess, “I could careless what you do with that half demon, but if you so much as look at the Miko the wrong way…” lifting his thumb slightly he pressed it into the crack in her neck that he had created. As his thumb broke through the pottery finish he wiggled it a little then snickered, “well you sure give a new meaning to feeling empty, don't you?” He joked, but like the second hand on a clock his expression changed into one of pure hatred, “I'm going to go back to the village so you better pray that she still breathes air, because if she doesn't I will finish what I started here today. Do not take me lightly Kikyo…I will shatter you into so many pieces what's left of you will blend in with the wind. Do you understand me?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

There were no words to be said, and if there were, would they make a difference? This Youkai he was different he was unlike anything she had faced before. Naraku was a game to her, even after his rebirth, but this man he was pure evil hidden under a cloak of good looks, good manners and an aura that he could mask at will. He toyed with her, teased her, cracked her body like it was nothing and still he would smile with her one minute as if it was all a game only to threaten her the next. She had never cowered to anyone before but there was a first time for everything, “I…I understand.”

“Good,” was his reply as he dropped her to the ground and dissolved into a soft light mist, “don't test me, because no matter where you go I will find you.” His voice said as everything that was him disappeared into the night sky. As he floated his thought continued, `she will die, but first I will use her to get rid of the half-breed…if he's still alive.'

Pushing herself up into a seated position she grabbed at the sash that hung from the waist of her priestess pants and pulled them tightly into her fist as she brought her knees up to her chest. Raising her hand she briefly braised the area on her neck where his thumb had invaded her insides and she shuddered as a captured soul slipped through the crack and disappeared into the night sky. She refused to think, refused to move…her will was broken and so was her body.

Simonkal of Inuy

`Kagura, you are mated but not to me!' That one sentence played over and over in her head as she sat there still clutching the cloth of his robe tightly in her fist. What was he talking about? Sure they were mated, he came to her in the middle of the night. He touched her, caressed her, and told her that they would be together forever as mates.

Visions danced in her head. Sesshomaru kneeling by the side of her bed, plucking at her nipples with his teeth, gently scraping at her flesh with his fangs. She remembered looking down at him, his magenta colored hair, his auburn eyes…shaking her head she tried to dismiss that vision. `Sesshomaru's' hair is so white it's almost silver, and his eyes how could I confuse it…their like two golden moons. Kami I must be loosing my mind.' She thought frantically as she tried to hold on the idea that she was mated to the Tai-Youkai, the white lord…the great one.

Unfortunately somewhere deep down inside of her, his words, `Kagura, you are mated but not to me.' Rang true and loud in her head and in her soul, but her body it ached for him, she thought. It needed to be near him, she wanted to believe. Her arms held an unquenchable, insatiable desire to just hold on tight to him and never let go, but was it really him she longed for? She knew something wasn't right, she just didn't know exactly what that might have been.

Looking up at him she pleaded with him with her eyes to help her understand why he was rejecting her, why he refused to acknowledge their mating. “Sesshomaru please.” She begged as she stared up into his eyes, but instead of seeing the golden orbs that she had secretly lusted after for so long she saw auburn staring back at her and the world around her began to spin.

Standing off to the side Sango nudged the Monk, “she really doesn't give up, does she?” She asked not taking her eyes off the scene in front of her.

“If it were you and I…would you, Sango?” The Monk responded solemnly. Sure this had been more than interesting, funny even but now it was getting serious he could tell that she really believed she was mated to Sesshomaru. He could also see the pain and confusion warring on her features and the last thread of Sesshomaru's patience wearing thin. “Sango I think we need to do something.”

Looking up at Miroku as if he had just grown a second head Sango thought sarcastically, `yeah, right. Like I'm going to get in between a rabid dog and a tornado because I want to.' But she responded, “What do you have in mind?”

“I'm not sure yet, but I sure wish Inuyasha and Kagome was here one of them would have intervened by now.”

“Oh, please Monk, you were enjoying the show until about 2 seconds ago!” The Demon Slayer whispered harshly. She couldn't believe that he was now acting all high and mighty as if he was all of a sudden concerned about Kagura's well being.

“Look at Sesshomaru.” Was the Monks only reply.

The White Lord was standing there, his expression blank and cold. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword prepared to draw it should the wind sorceress make any sudden moves.

His patience had just run out with the woman kneeling before him. What else was he suppose to say to her? Was there anything else to say to her to make her understand…to make her go away? “Kagura!” He snapped but she didn't look up at him, it was if she was in a world of her own. However he did notice that she was slowly loosening her grip on his robes.

Scenting her he could smell her anxiety slowly rising. He wasn't sure what was going on but he knew what ever it was it wasn't going to be a good thing. He started to reach down to shake her but stopped when he heard a loud explosion echo in the distance.

Hearing the same noise Miroku and Sango ran up to Sesshomaru, “that explosion, it came from by the well!” Miroku stated with out tearing his eyes away from the dark smoke billowing into the sky.

“Kagome?” Sango whispered as she ran off headed in the direction of the well with Miroku following closely behind her.

Looking back down at the woman before him, he squinted his eyes then took a few steps back. She was changing right before him. Her scent it wasn't right, but now was not the time to figure it out. The smell of his brothers' blood and that of the Miko was filling the air around him. Turning swiftly he grabbed Rin around her waist and darted towards the well.

Until next time…(and before you ask me…NO he did not do anything with Kikyo accept play with her. NO he did not put her under any kind of trance or spell he just scared the hell out of her, that's all! So don't expect her to act like any of the others!)