InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Sensei ❯ Ch2-Secret Revealed ( Chapter 2 )
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By: TearsOfTwilight 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.02.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 581 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.02.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 581 | Status: Work In Progress
Hey again. I honestly don't know how this story is going. I just don't feel for this one like I do for
"WHSR". Oh well, this fic is young, and maybe I'll get into it.
Chapter 2- Secret Revealed
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"What the FUCK is your problem? Do you think I LIKE wasting my time trying to explain your actions to
the PRINCIPAL? Sometimes you're so STUPID its hard to believe you're my FUCKING SON!"
Sesshoumaru stared blankly at the wall, neither hearing nor caring what his father had to say. All he
could focus on was the pure shame as well as pain that coursed through his body. After Naraku had
finished raping him, he had dragged him down to the office, claiming that he had attacked him in the
middle of class. Sesshoumaru ground his teeth, remembering that Kikyou bitch's accusing stare as the
charges were brought up against him. He'd never been so humiliated in his life. Not only had he been
raped, but now the principal had sentenced him to a month of counselling as well as a weekend detention. The demon knew that he could have turned Naraku in. After all, the terrible condition of his body was evidence enough, but his pride had gotten in the way. That hentei had stollen his virginity, not his self-control. In Sess's mind, admitting what happened was almost as bad as the event itself.
"DAMNIT SESSHOUMARU! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO A WORD I'M SAYING?"
The younger youkai glared daggers at his father. He hated the man, absolutly hated him. Everything, from the man's brash voice to his hulking, muscular body was completely detestable. The man was so consumed by rage, he hadn't even noticed that his own son reaked of blood! The inu couldn't stand it. His chest hurt! His wrists hurt! Hell, his ASS hurt! And now, Mr. NoTaisho's ranting was giving him the
worst headache of his life. He felt like crying, like cutting himself into a million pieces until the pain and
fustration all melted away. Instead the youkai stared back cooly at his father.
"NO!" he snarled. "Not a damn word! I NEVER bother listening to what YOU have to say!"
NoTaisho's eyes burned with rage as he lifted a hand to strike the boy, but before he could make a
move, Sesshoumaru slammed his bedroom door, locking it behind him. With a howl of fustration the man
pounded his fist hard against the solid wood, leaving a large split in its polished surface. Sesshoumaru
leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as he listened to his father's retreating footsteps. When he
was sure the man was well out of the way, the boy tenderly pulled the skirt and boxers off his trembling
hips. He bent down, inspecting the damage with a sense of horror. The youkai was a mess. Blood was
splattered all over, caked on the insides of his thighs, staining his silver pubic hair a bright
crimson. Before leaving the classroom, Naraku had shoved a piece of cloth up his entrance in order to
keep the blood from running down and betraying the crime. Bighting back a cry of pain, Sesshoumaru
jammed his finger up the swollen opening, fishing the rag out while at the same time trying not to
provoke his injuries further. Finally, the offending item came out, bringing a river of pent-up blood along with it. The youkai stared at the bit of carpet, turned from green to a deep scarlet. The fluid's smell made him dizzy. Trying to get away from the offending scent, Sesshoumaru stood, tottered for a moment, and fell back down. Thoroughly humiliated, the young demon crawled on hands and knees towards his inviting bed. Slowly easing his bruised body into the silk sheets, the demon thought miserably of the day to come.
How was he going to be able to live through more classes with Naraku? Sitting there day after day, looking into the face of the very man who had done this to him. For once Sesshoumaru was completely out of ideas. He couldn't possibly skip. That would bring upon his father's wrath as well as make him look even more screwed up in the eyes of Ms. Kikyou. 'No,' he thought. 'I'm just going to have to stick this out til the end of semester. Then I can get the hell out of there.' With this gloomy prospect in mind, the young youkai fell asleep, refusing to even consider the idea that had begun to form in the back of his mind. That maybe this wasn't the end. That maybe Naraku would come back for more.
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Rin closed her eyes, letting the water run over her like a soothing embrace. She had been in the shower for almost an hour, and the bathroom was filled with steam. Humming softly, she thought of her first day at Sakura Springs. It had been great, much better than anticipated. Not only had Rin managed not to lable herself as a social outcast, she had made friends as well. Kagome, Sango, Ayame, even that Koga guy seemed to like her. There was only one thing bothering her, and that was a certain dark-haired sensei who just happened to be the most frightening person she'd ever met. Rin shivered, remembering the way Mr. Akuma had looked at Sesshoumaru as he insulted the boy's mother. His gaze was almost....hungry? Also Ayame had filled in on the shady story surrounding his parents, and she was appalled that anyone would stoop so low as to insult a dead woman in front of her son. It was disgusting!
Rin's thoughts turned now to Sesshoumaru himself. The way his silver hair shone like the feathers of an
angel, how his broad shoulders tapered down elegantly into a slim, willowy waist. Even those strange
markings that wound their way up the demon's lithe frame were sexy. Rin blushed as she felt her nipples harden. 'Am I seriously falling for this guy?' From what her friends had told her, Sess wasn't exactly the most pleasant person out there. In fact Sango had said he could be quite cruel. Still, with those sunset tinted eyes and that rich, smooth voice...
"Rin! Are you going to stay in there all night? Kami! You should have been born a fish!"
The girl smiled. "I'll be out in a sec, Grandma!"
"Fine, but don't you come crying to me when your dinner goes cold."
Rin giggled, her thoughts of Sesshoumaru momentarilly forgotten. If there was one thing to be said about Grandmother Kaede it was that she always had a mind for food. Slipping out from under the showerhead's torrent, the girl wrapped herself in a soft, thick towel before making her way downstairs to the delectible pot of stir-fry that waited in the kitchen.
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"Hello, my name is Mr. Schichinintai, but you may call me Jakotsu. You must be Sesshoumaru." The dog youkai stared back sullenly at the school counselor. The man had black hair pulled back into a messy sort of bun. He had rosy lips, a slim neck, and long purplish markings just below his eyes.
Ignoring the boys obvious hostility, Mr. Schinintai pressed on, unfazed. "I hear that you've had some
trouble with Mr. Akuma." Jakotsu's smile faltered somewhat at the very mention of Naraku. "Now tell me, Sesshoumaru. What is the problem?"
The youkai gave a strange, almost ironic smirk as he answered. "Why don't you ask the kumo yourself? Or are you just as afraid of him as everyone else seems to be?" Jakotsu made no reply, but sat in silence regarding his charge thoughtfully.
"Sesshoumaru, have you been having troubles at home? I here your father has recently taken up another wife with whome he has had a child. Does that bother you at all?"
"The affairs of my family are of no concern to you, Schichinintai."
Jakotsu gave an exasperated sigh. "Now Sesshoumaru, you're going to have to cooperate. I know you
are angry, but in order to help you I must know why. Why are you so hostile?"
"That," Sesshoumaru growled through gritted teeth, "is NONE of your business."
"Tell me, does your father ever get close to you? Does he ever touch you in ways that are strange or
uncomfortable?"
The boy's eyes turned red. How dare this stupid, weak little man make such accusations? "What do you
think I am, some kind of whore who lets any horny asshole who pleases climb up on top of me? Damnit!
Just stay out of my life!" Without waiting for a reply Sesshoumaru stormed out, slamming the door behind
him.
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"I can't believe it! Not a week into school and I've already got three tests to study for!"
"Oh I know! That Mr. Seiga is absolutely vile! Not only did he asign us like 2 hours worth of homework,
but he expects us to be ready for our first major exam by Wednesday!"
Rin and Ayame trailed behind Kagome and Sango, giggling softly as the two older girls fumed about their extensive amounts of homework.
"So," said Ayame with a big wink, "Have you found a date yet for the dance next Friday? I mean, I'm going with Koga, and then Kagome's with Shippou. Even Sango's got that hentai Miroku. But what about you?"
The human blushed. "No, I haven't even thought of it. Not that it matters."
Ayame frowned. "Of course it matters. You can't go to the dance without a partner."
"I wasn't really planning on going anyway."
Kagome and Sango whirled around. "What!" they said in unison. "You've GOT to go!"
"No kidding," Ayame agreed.
Sango patted Rin on the shoulder. "Don't you worry, Rin. The three of us will find you someone absolutely stunning."
"Yeah," Kagome added. "We've all got partners, so we have plenty of time to find someone for you."
Rin was about to protest, but her words were drowned out as the late bell rang. Yelling a hurried goodbye, the girl sprinted down the halls, not too keen on being late for Akuma's class. Skidding through the door she made it to a seat just seconds before the malicious kumo strolled in behind her.
"Get a piece of paper out and copy down everything I say," Naraku said, getting imediatly down to business. "We are going to start this year with a unit on sexual awareness." With that, he began the lecture, speaking clearly but quickly while the class struggled to keep up with their notes. After about twenty minutes of this, Rin gave up and looked around at the other students, noticing that most of them had stopped paying attention also. This did not appear to phase Naraku however, who went right on describing the risks of oral sex as if he were simply reciting a grocery list.
Rin was slightly surprised to see Sesshoumaru sitting in the same seat as the day before. Even after the
previous day's events, the dog youkai maintained a level of cool indifference. He just sat copying down the notes as if nothing had ever happened. The girl felt a twinge of admiration, wishing she had that kind of stony defiance. After Sesshoumaru hadn't shown up for any other classes the day before, she'd half expected him to skip.
Sesshoumaru wrote down the notes in quick, neat characters, ignoring the human girl's offending stares. Obviously she had never seen a guy in a skirt before. Not that the youkai truly cared. He had bigger things to worry about, like passing Naraku's class, which was looking to prove difficult as well as unpleasent.
Finally the bell rang, and Sesshoumaru stood, relieved that this class hadn't been a repeat of the day
before. Trying to cover up the limp that he had aquired from Naraku's abuse, the youkai walked towards
the door.
"Just a minute Mr. NoTaisho."
Sesshoumaru turned, stifling the panic that was building in his chest. "What is it?" he managed to choke.
Naraku gave what he obviously considered an innocent smile. "Just thought you should know that I'm scheduled to be on duty during your time in detention, which by the way is this Saturday from nine o'clock to noon. Be sure you are in room six by this time or you'll be with me till midnight. You must know, Sesshoumaru, that I'm quite looking forward to it."
Sesshoumaru glared furiously at the kumo, his face a mixture of terror and rage, before storming out of
the room as best he could. Naraku's laughter followed the young demon out the door, mocking him in
his helplessness. Rin watched the youkai limp across the gym, and ran to catch up to him.
Excuse me, Sesshoumaru," she said timidly. The boy whirled around in surprise, but relaxed slightly as he saw who it was.
"What."
Rin gulped, now wishing she had said nothing at all. "Umm... I was just wondering...you don't look so good. Are you... alright?"
Sesshoumaru growled, reminding the human of how dangerous he really was. "Of course I'm 'alright'. Did something give you the impression that I wasn't?"
Rin was annoyed by the demon's rudeness. It wasn't like she'd done anything wrong! "Well maybe it's because you're walking around like you've just been beaten with an ice-pick," she retorted angrilly. Sesshoumaru grunted in exasperation.
"Just get out of my sight, human."
"Make me, drag queen!"
"Bitch!"
"What did you call me?" Rin snarled, her normally gentle disposition taking a decisive turn for the worst.
Using all her strength she shoved him in the chest. Sesshoumaru was caught off guard by the girl's
boldness and stumbled backwards, crashing into a set of lockers. The youkai hissed in pain as the lower
half of his ravaged body buckled. He fell to the ground with a crash, and knealed on the floor,
bent over as waves of agony wracked his body. Rin stepped back, confused at his reaction. Sesshoumaru was a demon. He was at least 5 times stronger than her, and the fact that Rin had managed to make him collapse was slightly unnerving.
Once the throbbing in his hips and ass subsided, Sesshoumaru rose stiffly to his feet. He leaned against the lockers as a wave of nausea worse than the night before took hold. The youkai swallowed hard, forcing the bile back down into his stomach. Its bitter taste only made the youkai gag more however, and though the offending liquid no longer threatened to rise up, Sesshoumaru retched dryly.
Rin watched horrorstruck as the demon gagged, wondering what in the hell could be wrong with him. It
wasn't until she saw the blood seeping down his legs that the girl began to get the general idea.
Sesshoumaru's body gave an involuntary shudder as he felt the crimson liquid trickling down his inner
thighs. The demon's coughing ceased, and he merely stood, eyes fixed on the ground. Rin's shove
must have reopened some of the cuts and other lacerations that Naraku had inflicted. Sesshoumaru felt thoroughly humiliated, his secret exposed by this strange human girl.
"Well," he hissed, "you know whats wrong with me. Now will you PLEASE just leave." Rin let out a strangled whimper, but shook her head.
"You need help," she whispered. "We've got to tell someone."
"IIE! Just...leave.."
"Do you want whoever did this to get away, Sesshoumaru? DO YOU?" Rin glared at Sesshoumaru, searching his bullion eyes for a hint of emotion. Though his words were laced with rage, the youkai's gaze remained flat and indifferent. Whatever fear he was fealing, Sesshoumaru kept it very well guarded.
"Listen," he murmured. "I didn't ask for this, but I didn't ask for your help either. Walk away, human. Forget about me, and I'll do likewise with you. I fight my own battles, and you're only getting in the way." Without another word, Sesshoumaru dissapeared behind the corner, his skirt and hair rustling softly as he went.
Rin watched the demon go, wondering sadly why he wouldn't let her help him. Not that it mattered. She
had a pretty good idea of who had done this to Sesshoumaru, and was going to stop him whether the
boy wanted it or not. Determination glinting in her eyes, Rin set off to her next class. 'All I have to do is
get evidence,' she thought. 'Then there's nothing either of them can do.'
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Well there goes chapter 2. Sorry that there wasn't a lemon, but not to fear. There'll be more to come.
Oh, and I've been asked whether Naraku is gay or not. I guess he can be whatever you want him to be.
I wasn't really thinking about it when I came up with this sad little fic, but it could really go either way. I
personally picture him as a pedophile who doesn't care as long as the victim's young and attractive, but
whatever you prefer.
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-TOT
"WHSR". Oh well, this fic is young, and maybe I'll get into it.
Chapter 2- Secret Revealed
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"What the FUCK is your problem? Do you think I LIKE wasting my time trying to explain your actions to
the PRINCIPAL? Sometimes you're so STUPID its hard to believe you're my FUCKING SON!"
Sesshoumaru stared blankly at the wall, neither hearing nor caring what his father had to say. All he
could focus on was the pure shame as well as pain that coursed through his body. After Naraku had
finished raping him, he had dragged him down to the office, claiming that he had attacked him in the
middle of class. Sesshoumaru ground his teeth, remembering that Kikyou bitch's accusing stare as the
charges were brought up against him. He'd never been so humiliated in his life. Not only had he been
raped, but now the principal had sentenced him to a month of counselling as well as a weekend detention. The demon knew that he could have turned Naraku in. After all, the terrible condition of his body was evidence enough, but his pride had gotten in the way. That hentei had stollen his virginity, not his self-control. In Sess's mind, admitting what happened was almost as bad as the event itself.
"DAMNIT SESSHOUMARU! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO A WORD I'M SAYING?"
The younger youkai glared daggers at his father. He hated the man, absolutly hated him. Everything, from the man's brash voice to his hulking, muscular body was completely detestable. The man was so consumed by rage, he hadn't even noticed that his own son reaked of blood! The inu couldn't stand it. His chest hurt! His wrists hurt! Hell, his ASS hurt! And now, Mr. NoTaisho's ranting was giving him the
worst headache of his life. He felt like crying, like cutting himself into a million pieces until the pain and
fustration all melted away. Instead the youkai stared back cooly at his father.
"NO!" he snarled. "Not a damn word! I NEVER bother listening to what YOU have to say!"
NoTaisho's eyes burned with rage as he lifted a hand to strike the boy, but before he could make a
move, Sesshoumaru slammed his bedroom door, locking it behind him. With a howl of fustration the man
pounded his fist hard against the solid wood, leaving a large split in its polished surface. Sesshoumaru
leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as he listened to his father's retreating footsteps. When he
was sure the man was well out of the way, the boy tenderly pulled the skirt and boxers off his trembling
hips. He bent down, inspecting the damage with a sense of horror. The youkai was a mess. Blood was
splattered all over, caked on the insides of his thighs, staining his silver pubic hair a bright
crimson. Before leaving the classroom, Naraku had shoved a piece of cloth up his entrance in order to
keep the blood from running down and betraying the crime. Bighting back a cry of pain, Sesshoumaru
jammed his finger up the swollen opening, fishing the rag out while at the same time trying not to
provoke his injuries further. Finally, the offending item came out, bringing a river of pent-up blood along with it. The youkai stared at the bit of carpet, turned from green to a deep scarlet. The fluid's smell made him dizzy. Trying to get away from the offending scent, Sesshoumaru stood, tottered for a moment, and fell back down. Thoroughly humiliated, the young demon crawled on hands and knees towards his inviting bed. Slowly easing his bruised body into the silk sheets, the demon thought miserably of the day to come.
How was he going to be able to live through more classes with Naraku? Sitting there day after day, looking into the face of the very man who had done this to him. For once Sesshoumaru was completely out of ideas. He couldn't possibly skip. That would bring upon his father's wrath as well as make him look even more screwed up in the eyes of Ms. Kikyou. 'No,' he thought. 'I'm just going to have to stick this out til the end of semester. Then I can get the hell out of there.' With this gloomy prospect in mind, the young youkai fell asleep, refusing to even consider the idea that had begun to form in the back of his mind. That maybe this wasn't the end. That maybe Naraku would come back for more.
~~***~~***~~***~~
Rin closed her eyes, letting the water run over her like a soothing embrace. She had been in the shower for almost an hour, and the bathroom was filled with steam. Humming softly, she thought of her first day at Sakura Springs. It had been great, much better than anticipated. Not only had Rin managed not to lable herself as a social outcast, she had made friends as well. Kagome, Sango, Ayame, even that Koga guy seemed to like her. There was only one thing bothering her, and that was a certain dark-haired sensei who just happened to be the most frightening person she'd ever met. Rin shivered, remembering the way Mr. Akuma had looked at Sesshoumaru as he insulted the boy's mother. His gaze was almost....hungry? Also Ayame had filled in on the shady story surrounding his parents, and she was appalled that anyone would stoop so low as to insult a dead woman in front of her son. It was disgusting!
Rin's thoughts turned now to Sesshoumaru himself. The way his silver hair shone like the feathers of an
angel, how his broad shoulders tapered down elegantly into a slim, willowy waist. Even those strange
markings that wound their way up the demon's lithe frame were sexy. Rin blushed as she felt her nipples harden. 'Am I seriously falling for this guy?' From what her friends had told her, Sess wasn't exactly the most pleasant person out there. In fact Sango had said he could be quite cruel. Still, with those sunset tinted eyes and that rich, smooth voice...
"Rin! Are you going to stay in there all night? Kami! You should have been born a fish!"
The girl smiled. "I'll be out in a sec, Grandma!"
"Fine, but don't you come crying to me when your dinner goes cold."
Rin giggled, her thoughts of Sesshoumaru momentarilly forgotten. If there was one thing to be said about Grandmother Kaede it was that she always had a mind for food. Slipping out from under the showerhead's torrent, the girl wrapped herself in a soft, thick towel before making her way downstairs to the delectible pot of stir-fry that waited in the kitchen.
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"Hello, my name is Mr. Schichinintai, but you may call me Jakotsu. You must be Sesshoumaru." The dog youkai stared back sullenly at the school counselor. The man had black hair pulled back into a messy sort of bun. He had rosy lips, a slim neck, and long purplish markings just below his eyes.
Ignoring the boys obvious hostility, Mr. Schinintai pressed on, unfazed. "I hear that you've had some
trouble with Mr. Akuma." Jakotsu's smile faltered somewhat at the very mention of Naraku. "Now tell me, Sesshoumaru. What is the problem?"
The youkai gave a strange, almost ironic smirk as he answered. "Why don't you ask the kumo yourself? Or are you just as afraid of him as everyone else seems to be?" Jakotsu made no reply, but sat in silence regarding his charge thoughtfully.
"Sesshoumaru, have you been having troubles at home? I here your father has recently taken up another wife with whome he has had a child. Does that bother you at all?"
"The affairs of my family are of no concern to you, Schichinintai."
Jakotsu gave an exasperated sigh. "Now Sesshoumaru, you're going to have to cooperate. I know you
are angry, but in order to help you I must know why. Why are you so hostile?"
"That," Sesshoumaru growled through gritted teeth, "is NONE of your business."
"Tell me, does your father ever get close to you? Does he ever touch you in ways that are strange or
uncomfortable?"
The boy's eyes turned red. How dare this stupid, weak little man make such accusations? "What do you
think I am, some kind of whore who lets any horny asshole who pleases climb up on top of me? Damnit!
Just stay out of my life!" Without waiting for a reply Sesshoumaru stormed out, slamming the door behind
him.
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"I can't believe it! Not a week into school and I've already got three tests to study for!"
"Oh I know! That Mr. Seiga is absolutely vile! Not only did he asign us like 2 hours worth of homework,
but he expects us to be ready for our first major exam by Wednesday!"
Rin and Ayame trailed behind Kagome and Sango, giggling softly as the two older girls fumed about their extensive amounts of homework.
"So," said Ayame with a big wink, "Have you found a date yet for the dance next Friday? I mean, I'm going with Koga, and then Kagome's with Shippou. Even Sango's got that hentai Miroku. But what about you?"
The human blushed. "No, I haven't even thought of it. Not that it matters."
Ayame frowned. "Of course it matters. You can't go to the dance without a partner."
"I wasn't really planning on going anyway."
Kagome and Sango whirled around. "What!" they said in unison. "You've GOT to go!"
"No kidding," Ayame agreed.
Sango patted Rin on the shoulder. "Don't you worry, Rin. The three of us will find you someone absolutely stunning."
"Yeah," Kagome added. "We've all got partners, so we have plenty of time to find someone for you."
Rin was about to protest, but her words were drowned out as the late bell rang. Yelling a hurried goodbye, the girl sprinted down the halls, not too keen on being late for Akuma's class. Skidding through the door she made it to a seat just seconds before the malicious kumo strolled in behind her.
"Get a piece of paper out and copy down everything I say," Naraku said, getting imediatly down to business. "We are going to start this year with a unit on sexual awareness." With that, he began the lecture, speaking clearly but quickly while the class struggled to keep up with their notes. After about twenty minutes of this, Rin gave up and looked around at the other students, noticing that most of them had stopped paying attention also. This did not appear to phase Naraku however, who went right on describing the risks of oral sex as if he were simply reciting a grocery list.
Rin was slightly surprised to see Sesshoumaru sitting in the same seat as the day before. Even after the
previous day's events, the dog youkai maintained a level of cool indifference. He just sat copying down the notes as if nothing had ever happened. The girl felt a twinge of admiration, wishing she had that kind of stony defiance. After Sesshoumaru hadn't shown up for any other classes the day before, she'd half expected him to skip.
Sesshoumaru wrote down the notes in quick, neat characters, ignoring the human girl's offending stares. Obviously she had never seen a guy in a skirt before. Not that the youkai truly cared. He had bigger things to worry about, like passing Naraku's class, which was looking to prove difficult as well as unpleasent.
Finally the bell rang, and Sesshoumaru stood, relieved that this class hadn't been a repeat of the day
before. Trying to cover up the limp that he had aquired from Naraku's abuse, the youkai walked towards
the door.
"Just a minute Mr. NoTaisho."
Sesshoumaru turned, stifling the panic that was building in his chest. "What is it?" he managed to choke.
Naraku gave what he obviously considered an innocent smile. "Just thought you should know that I'm scheduled to be on duty during your time in detention, which by the way is this Saturday from nine o'clock to noon. Be sure you are in room six by this time or you'll be with me till midnight. You must know, Sesshoumaru, that I'm quite looking forward to it."
Sesshoumaru glared furiously at the kumo, his face a mixture of terror and rage, before storming out of
the room as best he could. Naraku's laughter followed the young demon out the door, mocking him in
his helplessness. Rin watched the youkai limp across the gym, and ran to catch up to him.
Excuse me, Sesshoumaru," she said timidly. The boy whirled around in surprise, but relaxed slightly as he saw who it was.
"What."
Rin gulped, now wishing she had said nothing at all. "Umm... I was just wondering...you don't look so good. Are you... alright?"
Sesshoumaru growled, reminding the human of how dangerous he really was. "Of course I'm 'alright'. Did something give you the impression that I wasn't?"
Rin was annoyed by the demon's rudeness. It wasn't like she'd done anything wrong! "Well maybe it's because you're walking around like you've just been beaten with an ice-pick," she retorted angrilly. Sesshoumaru grunted in exasperation.
"Just get out of my sight, human."
"Make me, drag queen!"
"Bitch!"
"What did you call me?" Rin snarled, her normally gentle disposition taking a decisive turn for the worst.
Using all her strength she shoved him in the chest. Sesshoumaru was caught off guard by the girl's
boldness and stumbled backwards, crashing into a set of lockers. The youkai hissed in pain as the lower
half of his ravaged body buckled. He fell to the ground with a crash, and knealed on the floor,
bent over as waves of agony wracked his body. Rin stepped back, confused at his reaction. Sesshoumaru was a demon. He was at least 5 times stronger than her, and the fact that Rin had managed to make him collapse was slightly unnerving.
Once the throbbing in his hips and ass subsided, Sesshoumaru rose stiffly to his feet. He leaned against the lockers as a wave of nausea worse than the night before took hold. The youkai swallowed hard, forcing the bile back down into his stomach. Its bitter taste only made the youkai gag more however, and though the offending liquid no longer threatened to rise up, Sesshoumaru retched dryly.
Rin watched horrorstruck as the demon gagged, wondering what in the hell could be wrong with him. It
wasn't until she saw the blood seeping down his legs that the girl began to get the general idea.
Sesshoumaru's body gave an involuntary shudder as he felt the crimson liquid trickling down his inner
thighs. The demon's coughing ceased, and he merely stood, eyes fixed on the ground. Rin's shove
must have reopened some of the cuts and other lacerations that Naraku had inflicted. Sesshoumaru felt thoroughly humiliated, his secret exposed by this strange human girl.
"Well," he hissed, "you know whats wrong with me. Now will you PLEASE just leave." Rin let out a strangled whimper, but shook her head.
"You need help," she whispered. "We've got to tell someone."
"IIE! Just...leave.."
"Do you want whoever did this to get away, Sesshoumaru? DO YOU?" Rin glared at Sesshoumaru, searching his bullion eyes for a hint of emotion. Though his words were laced with rage, the youkai's gaze remained flat and indifferent. Whatever fear he was fealing, Sesshoumaru kept it very well guarded.
"Listen," he murmured. "I didn't ask for this, but I didn't ask for your help either. Walk away, human. Forget about me, and I'll do likewise with you. I fight my own battles, and you're only getting in the way." Without another word, Sesshoumaru dissapeared behind the corner, his skirt and hair rustling softly as he went.
Rin watched the demon go, wondering sadly why he wouldn't let her help him. Not that it mattered. She
had a pretty good idea of who had done this to Sesshoumaru, and was going to stop him whether the
boy wanted it or not. Determination glinting in her eyes, Rin set off to her next class. 'All I have to do is
get evidence,' she thought. 'Then there's nothing either of them can do.'
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Well there goes chapter 2. Sorry that there wasn't a lemon, but not to fear. There'll be more to come.
Oh, and I've been asked whether Naraku is gay or not. I guess he can be whatever you want him to be.
I wasn't really thinking about it when I came up with this sad little fic, but it could really go either way. I
personally picture him as a pedophile who doesn't care as long as the victim's young and attractive, but
whatever you prefer.
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-TOT