InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Touch ❯ Monsters ( Chapter 1 )
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By: scarredbride 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
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‘Two months…’ Kagome thought to herself. She had been here that long, two months of pain and captivity. She was not the strong spirited girl people once knew, she was a shell. Her body was marred with bruising and silvery scars on her back and thighs.
Naraku preferred only marking parts of her body that were not visible to the naked eye, she was his ‘pet’ after all and loved to show her beauty and innocent aura off to other low life youkai. Yet there were some scars even he could not hide, for they were not done by his hand, but by her own. Kagome sighed as she slowly traced the faint slashes on her wrists.
She had tried to escape this hell, this prison, but he had found her before she had succeeded and healed her. It was perhaps the single most kind thing he ever did for her, but it was also for his own selfish reasons. Her life meant nothing to him, but her body was something that occupied his time while he also took immense pleasure in her screams.
Not always did he touch her, not always did he penetrate her. There were times he merely chained her to the wall naked and simply stared at her. The humiliation of being so open to his disgusting gaze was enough to satisfy his perverted cravings at times. There were even times which he would share her amongst important guests, but thankfully for a very short while. They were not allowed to do anything but touch her with their hands and tongues. If someone so much as thought to engage in a full sexual experience he would know, and kill them immediately.
So many have died that way, blood sprayed on her as they would be pierced through the chest or lose their head. The first time that happened is when a cat youkai tried to use her and almost succeeded. Yet right before such an action could happen, Kagome felt liquid warmth spilling onto her body from behind. His head was gone, as the rest merely collapsed on her. Naraku never removed the corpse, she had to find her way out on her own, his purpose was fulfilled, prevent another male from claiming her in the only way he has.
It was that night she had broken the mirror in her room and cut. Kagome remembered watching her life’s blood stream from her onto the white silk sheets beneath her, she remembered the feeling of calmness, and tiredness as her physical body struggled against her soul for release. Sadly he was there, in her mind, screaming at her, telling her how she was a fool that only he would ever release her from this world. Not long after that had he shown up physically and taken care of her enough to ensure her survival.
Since even then, he has kept her inside a cage when not around. Only a soft bed occupied her cell inside his private chambers. She had no clothes, no luxuries ever. If she needed to be bathed, a tub would be provided for her and he would watch her, sometimes touch her during what should be a private moment.
“This is not life.” Kagome spoke aloud. He was asleep, his hand curled into her hair so he could feel any movement she made and wake up immediately.
“Do not speak, I am trying to rest my toy.” Naraku spoke under his breath. Kagome merely closed her eyes once more, and thought to herself. She always wondered if her friends ever looked for her, if they even knew she was alive. If Inuyasha had a proper burial, she wondered about everything that was happening outside of this place. For two months all she knew was Naraku and the many hands of strangers.
A few moments while she was drifting off into a dreamless sleep, she felt the bed rock with sudden force, as Naraku shot from the mattress. “He has come sooner than I thought.” Naraku said to himself as he speedily dressed. “Come now toy. Cage.”
Kagome sat up painfully, the last night’s session was very brutal on her body. “As you wish.” Was her only words as she climbed from his bed, to her own inside the tiny cell. After it was closed, he was gone. Who knows who had shown up this time, but perhaps luck would be on her side and someone would kill her or him so that she may be free once again.
***
“Naraku. You filthy hanyou.” Sesshoumaru said with a deadly tone. “You have plagued this place long enough, finally I could trace your putrid scent to this place. Now you will die!”
“Ku, Ku.” Naraku laughed as he placed a barrier around himself. “You are just as irritating as your brother Sesshoumaru.”
With a ferocious growl, Sesshoumaru lunged himself at Naraku, his first attempt was a failure as he used Toujkin and it reflected off the barrier with ease. “Coward! Do you fear this Sesshoumaru that much, you would hide inside a pathetic barrier?” Again with more force, he tried to break Naraku’s barrier but to no avail.
Finally Naraku had enough as he spurted forth his tentacles towards the killing perfection. Sesshoumaru easily dispatched of the offending appendages, but not before slicing one with his poisoned nails. Naraku withdrew suddenly, as the poison seeped into his body and the barrier weakened.
Seeing this fading opportunity, Sesshoumaru lunged again at the hanyou, this time striking through it, and piercing Naraku’s shoulder. Bringing his sharp blade upward, Sesshoumaru managed to almost completely sever Naraku’s right arm off, before he started to heal himself together again. “Bastard!” Naraku screamed as he tried to heal himself. Strangely it was not happening, he could feel himself weakening slowly, it wasn’t until then he realized tonight would be a night his human form would come forth. This was no night to fight Sesshoumaru.
Acting as though seriously, injured, Naraku tried to force all his energy into the barrier again before flying upward into the sky to escape the youkai. “This is not over Sesshoumaru. I will kill you as I killed your brother.” Naraku screamed, as he disappeared, his scent fading with the wind.
Sesshoumaru placed his sword away as he watched the hanyou fly off like a disgraceful coward. “Pathetic.” The rest of the barrier around the area contained by Naraku had fallen, the suffocating stench of decay clearing out. Turning to take his leave of the place overrun by such foul smells, Sesshoumaru stopped dead in his tracks as an old yet familiar scent reached him. “The miko.”
Following her somewhat pleasing scent, he came into a room reeking of Naraku. A caged area sat in the middle of the room, and there upon a pristine white bed was the naked miko. “What have we here?” He said with a tinge of curiosity. The miko along with his brother were dead, or so said the group they traveled with. As he came closer to the sleeping girl, his nose wrinkled up in disgust when he could smell the musk of Naraku all over her. “A fate worse than death.” He coldly turned his eyes from her and prepared to leave. She was not his concern, despite if she was at one time desirable even for a human.
“Please…no more.” Kagome whispered hoarsely. “I have done everything you asked last night Master. I beg of you.” The salty scent of her tears wafted up his nostrils. She had not looked up, but must have thought the presence to be Naraku.
“Who do you think you speak to girl?” Sesshoumaru said emotionlessly.
Kagome’s head perked up at the familiar voice, what she saw caused her great relief mixed with dismay. Sesshoumaru could let her out of the cage even though she knew in her mind Naraku was only gone temporarily. Yet Sesshoumaru rarely did things out of kindness. “Please, Sesshoumaru-sama. Free me.” She pleaded with him. When he began to walk from the room, the last shred of her dignity flying out the window. “Please, Sesshoumaru! I beg of you, I will do anything, if only you take me from this place! Please, don’t leave me here alone. I would rather die.” She begged, her head bowed down, while she was grasping the bars, hoping they would disappear.
The bars did vanish then, as acidic smoke rose up from around her. “Get up girl.” Kagome lifted her head, and saw her savior standing there waiting as if nothing in the world bothered him.
“Thank you, oh thank you Sesshoumaru. I will never forget this!” Kagome said with sudden energy, as she collected a shirt from the chamber floors to cover herself. She was walking towards the door, the door to freedom, when a strong, pale, clawed hand grasped her by the wrist.
“I only told you to get up, girl.” His cold eyes flashing briefly with annoyance. “You begged me to take you from this place and so I shall.” Releasing her wrist harshly, Kagome lost her balance and fell indecently to the cold floor. “I did not save you, so there is no reason to thank me. I am merely taking the place of Naraku in your miserable life. Please me and one day you may be free to see your friends again, displease me, and you will find Naraku was kind compared to me.”
Kagome’s eyes widened at the dawning of her new life. She was only going be used by Sesshoumaru instead of Naraku. She would never be free again. She was only a vessel in which these monsters wished to use and corrupt until her passing. Lowering her head again in submission, Sesshoumaru moved to the kneeling girl to only pick her up as though she weighed no more than a feather and threw her over his shoulder. “Let me go!” Kagome screeched into his ear.
Hissing from the sudden high pitched squelch from his burden, he raised his hand and dug his poison filled nails into her side. “Be silent bitch, and be still!” Kagome bit into her lip when she felt the burning sensation flow through her whole body.
In the end, she had only traded one monster for another…
‘Two months…’ Kagome thought to herself. She had been here that long, two months of pain and captivity. She was not the strong spirited girl people once knew, she was a shell. Her body was marred with bruising and silvery scars on her back and thighs.
Naraku preferred only marking parts of her body that were not visible to the naked eye, she was his ‘pet’ after all and loved to show her beauty and innocent aura off to other low life youkai. Yet there were some scars even he could not hide, for they were not done by his hand, but by her own. Kagome sighed as she slowly traced the faint slashes on her wrists.
She had tried to escape this hell, this prison, but he had found her before she had succeeded and healed her. It was perhaps the single most kind thing he ever did for her, but it was also for his own selfish reasons. Her life meant nothing to him, but her body was something that occupied his time while he also took immense pleasure in her screams.
Not always did he touch her, not always did he penetrate her. There were times he merely chained her to the wall naked and simply stared at her. The humiliation of being so open to his disgusting gaze was enough to satisfy his perverted cravings at times. There were even times which he would share her amongst important guests, but thankfully for a very short while. They were not allowed to do anything but touch her with their hands and tongues. If someone so much as thought to engage in a full sexual experience he would know, and kill them immediately.
So many have died that way, blood sprayed on her as they would be pierced through the chest or lose their head. The first time that happened is when a cat youkai tried to use her and almost succeeded. Yet right before such an action could happen, Kagome felt liquid warmth spilling onto her body from behind. His head was gone, as the rest merely collapsed on her. Naraku never removed the corpse, she had to find her way out on her own, his purpose was fulfilled, prevent another male from claiming her in the only way he has.
It was that night she had broken the mirror in her room and cut. Kagome remembered watching her life’s blood stream from her onto the white silk sheets beneath her, she remembered the feeling of calmness, and tiredness as her physical body struggled against her soul for release. Sadly he was there, in her mind, screaming at her, telling her how she was a fool that only he would ever release her from this world. Not long after that had he shown up physically and taken care of her enough to ensure her survival.
Since even then, he has kept her inside a cage when not around. Only a soft bed occupied her cell inside his private chambers. She had no clothes, no luxuries ever. If she needed to be bathed, a tub would be provided for her and he would watch her, sometimes touch her during what should be a private moment.
“This is not life.” Kagome spoke aloud. He was asleep, his hand curled into her hair so he could feel any movement she made and wake up immediately.
“Do not speak, I am trying to rest my toy.” Naraku spoke under his breath. Kagome merely closed her eyes once more, and thought to herself. She always wondered if her friends ever looked for her, if they even knew she was alive. If Inuyasha had a proper burial, she wondered about everything that was happening outside of this place. For two months all she knew was Naraku and the many hands of strangers.
A few moments while she was drifting off into a dreamless sleep, she felt the bed rock with sudden force, as Naraku shot from the mattress. “He has come sooner than I thought.” Naraku said to himself as he speedily dressed. “Come now toy. Cage.”
Kagome sat up painfully, the last night’s session was very brutal on her body. “As you wish.” Was her only words as she climbed from his bed, to her own inside the tiny cell. After it was closed, he was gone. Who knows who had shown up this time, but perhaps luck would be on her side and someone would kill her or him so that she may be free once again.
***
“Naraku. You filthy hanyou.” Sesshoumaru said with a deadly tone. “You have plagued this place long enough, finally I could trace your putrid scent to this place. Now you will die!”
“Ku, Ku.” Naraku laughed as he placed a barrier around himself. “You are just as irritating as your brother Sesshoumaru.”
With a ferocious growl, Sesshoumaru lunged himself at Naraku, his first attempt was a failure as he used Toujkin and it reflected off the barrier with ease. “Coward! Do you fear this Sesshoumaru that much, you would hide inside a pathetic barrier?” Again with more force, he tried to break Naraku’s barrier but to no avail.
Finally Naraku had enough as he spurted forth his tentacles towards the killing perfection. Sesshoumaru easily dispatched of the offending appendages, but not before slicing one with his poisoned nails. Naraku withdrew suddenly, as the poison seeped into his body and the barrier weakened.
Seeing this fading opportunity, Sesshoumaru lunged again at the hanyou, this time striking through it, and piercing Naraku’s shoulder. Bringing his sharp blade upward, Sesshoumaru managed to almost completely sever Naraku’s right arm off, before he started to heal himself together again. “Bastard!” Naraku screamed as he tried to heal himself. Strangely it was not happening, he could feel himself weakening slowly, it wasn’t until then he realized tonight would be a night his human form would come forth. This was no night to fight Sesshoumaru.
Acting as though seriously, injured, Naraku tried to force all his energy into the barrier again before flying upward into the sky to escape the youkai. “This is not over Sesshoumaru. I will kill you as I killed your brother.” Naraku screamed, as he disappeared, his scent fading with the wind.
Sesshoumaru placed his sword away as he watched the hanyou fly off like a disgraceful coward. “Pathetic.” The rest of the barrier around the area contained by Naraku had fallen, the suffocating stench of decay clearing out. Turning to take his leave of the place overrun by such foul smells, Sesshoumaru stopped dead in his tracks as an old yet familiar scent reached him. “The miko.”
Following her somewhat pleasing scent, he came into a room reeking of Naraku. A caged area sat in the middle of the room, and there upon a pristine white bed was the naked miko. “What have we here?” He said with a tinge of curiosity. The miko along with his brother were dead, or so said the group they traveled with. As he came closer to the sleeping girl, his nose wrinkled up in disgust when he could smell the musk of Naraku all over her. “A fate worse than death.” He coldly turned his eyes from her and prepared to leave. She was not his concern, despite if she was at one time desirable even for a human.
“Please…no more.” Kagome whispered hoarsely. “I have done everything you asked last night Master. I beg of you.” The salty scent of her tears wafted up his nostrils. She had not looked up, but must have thought the presence to be Naraku.
“Who do you think you speak to girl?” Sesshoumaru said emotionlessly.
Kagome’s head perked up at the familiar voice, what she saw caused her great relief mixed with dismay. Sesshoumaru could let her out of the cage even though she knew in her mind Naraku was only gone temporarily. Yet Sesshoumaru rarely did things out of kindness. “Please, Sesshoumaru-sama. Free me.” She pleaded with him. When he began to walk from the room, the last shred of her dignity flying out the window. “Please, Sesshoumaru! I beg of you, I will do anything, if only you take me from this place! Please, don’t leave me here alone. I would rather die.” She begged, her head bowed down, while she was grasping the bars, hoping they would disappear.
The bars did vanish then, as acidic smoke rose up from around her. “Get up girl.” Kagome lifted her head, and saw her savior standing there waiting as if nothing in the world bothered him.
“Thank you, oh thank you Sesshoumaru. I will never forget this!” Kagome said with sudden energy, as she collected a shirt from the chamber floors to cover herself. She was walking towards the door, the door to freedom, when a strong, pale, clawed hand grasped her by the wrist.
“I only told you to get up, girl.” His cold eyes flashing briefly with annoyance. “You begged me to take you from this place and so I shall.” Releasing her wrist harshly, Kagome lost her balance and fell indecently to the cold floor. “I did not save you, so there is no reason to thank me. I am merely taking the place of Naraku in your miserable life. Please me and one day you may be free to see your friends again, displease me, and you will find Naraku was kind compared to me.”
Kagome’s eyes widened at the dawning of her new life. She was only going be used by Sesshoumaru instead of Naraku. She would never be free again. She was only a vessel in which these monsters wished to use and corrupt until her passing. Lowering her head again in submission, Sesshoumaru moved to the kneeling girl to only pick her up as though she weighed no more than a feather and threw her over his shoulder. “Let me go!” Kagome screeched into his ear.
Hissing from the sudden high pitched squelch from his burden, he raised his hand and dug his poison filled nails into her side. “Be silent bitch, and be still!” Kagome bit into her lip when she felt the burning sensation flow through her whole body.
In the end, she had only traded one monster for another…