InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desecration of Innocence ❯ Innocence Lost ( Chapter 4 )

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CHAPTER FOUR

 

Innocence Lost

 

 

The sensation of falling, that was all she knew for a little while. After the blackness and an excruciating encounter which forced her to the surface for a brief while that had left her feeling as though she was being pulled apart. She was becoming aware now and the timeless feeling of falling was catching up with her.

 

She jerked awake, which ended up being a very bad idea.

 

Crying out, she tried to press her hand over the white flaring pain in her right shoulder and realized with uncomprehending alarm that she couldn't move it. In fact, she was quickly realizing she couldn't move anything, and when she tried to it just hurt.

 

`What's going on?'

 

With her body aching and her head buzzing she couldn't make sense of it, and when she opened her eyes she was met with darkness. Whimpering she cast her frantic eyes about and then she had it: that cloying smell of dampness and evil, the dark… she was with Naraku, it wasn't a dream, and the pain was completely, and undeniably real.

 

In that moment she realized that she was sitting in a real wooden chair, and wasn't able to move because the rope securing her to the real wooden chair was so real she could feel the course, frayed edges biting into her wrists and ankles.

 

`Oh Gods, he's got me tied up! I'm tied up! I can't move, I can't get out of here!' the panic was beginning to take over and she was panting with the effort to try and get it under control.

 

It seemed to take forever to calm down. She had no sense of time because everything was so dark, and as her breathing slowed down from harsh almost sobs, to hiccuping gasps she was able to focus a little bit more on her surroundings, or more importantly, her bindings.

 

Her arms were tied behind her back, which accounted for the horrible pain zigging up and down her right arm, where as her ankles were tied separately to the two front legs of the chair. Trying to keep her mind from flying back into the panicked haze when she experimentally tugged on it again, she turned it over to what she had come to think of as her “nursing” frame of mind. As she went over her physical check list for what she assumed was her second time that day she tested each binding for some kind of weakness, and to possibly determine what kind of knot it was. You didn't travel back and forth to the feudal era for two years with out picking up on important skills such as the many different ways to make knots.

 

After half an hour of twisting and turning, tugging and groping with no luck at all, the “nurse” in her - the side of her that had toughened up over the years that acted as buffer to help her cope with tending to the wounded survivors of massacred villages - helped her not go crazy with the guilt of not being able to help more. That part of her was slowly crawling back to it's space as her mind kept coming back to the one boy she couldn't save, the boy who died right in front of her eyes…who she let die.

 

“Oh Shippo…I'm so sorry,” it was a slurred and muffled apology due to the beating she took, but she felt that she deserved all the pain and what ever other pain she was going to have suffer through. So she wept and fumbled out apologies to the small kitsun whom she loved like a son.

 

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“I see you've been awake.”

 

Kagome jerked her head to the side at the all too familiar sound of Naraku's voice and immediately regretted it.

 

`I must have dosed off' she thought distractedly while she fought back the waves of pain.

 

“I can smell fresh tears.”

 

You didn't have to be a genius to hear the smirk in his voice.

 

She had her eyes squeezed shut not wanting to see him, trying to focus on anything other then his horrible presence. Naraku had said nothing else for the last few minutes but she could still feel his eyes on her, burning a trail over her body, trying to penetrate her mind by his look alone. She refused to look at him and had her head turned the other way trying to compose herself when he spoke again.

 

“Do you know he watches you, Kagome?”

 

Startled again, she caught her breath.

 

He chuckled slightly.

 

“He watches you when you're sleeping,” she could hear him start to move closer. “Sometimes he just sits there and watches your chest rise and fall with your breathing until the sun begins to rise and you or the others begin to stir.

 

“Of course,” he stated casually. “That is definitely not the only time.”

 

Goosebumps broke out over her bruised flesh as he took a few more steps.

 

“Do you recall the time when you snuck off early one morning to bathe before he woke up? Hmmm?”

 

`How many times have I done that?' was the first question that popped into her confused mind, and then she did remember, she remembered it quite clearly.

 

They had been on the road for the past few days and covering quite a lot of distance because Inuyasha sensed a big storm coming and they wanted to make it to the village where a shard was rumored to be before it hit. When they stopped to make camp Kagome had come across a hot spring while gathering firewood.

 

Due to a lovely interlude with Kikyo, communication between Inuyasha and herself was pretty non-existent. She had come back from the excursion to relay the good news to Sango but (much to her dismay) she learned that Sango and Miroku had gone on ahead to secure a place for them to stay the following night.

 

Sango and Miroku had also figured it would be good to give the two some time to themselves, although they let Shippo stay incase anything went wrong.

 

So, following a long period of silence, some snide comments, sad sighs, and a few bops on the head for Shippo, they settled down for the night in an atmosphere so thick Kagome thought she might choke in it. Needless to say she didn't sleep that night but she was extremely surprised to find that Inuyasha was, so, with as much stealth as she possessed she quietly grabbed her bag and made a silent dash to the hot spring…

 

When she came out of the memory he was talking again.

 

“He followed you.

 

“He knew there was a spring near by, he was just waiting to see if you were going to mention it to him or if you had the nerve to sneak off to it the way you did. He could only hope that was your plan, for how many times does an opportunity like that present itself. The monk and demon hunter gone off with the fire cat leaving just the two of you, not including of course, that runt of a fox.” He smiled when she started jerking in her restraints.

 

“Don't you dare talk about Shippo that way, you monster!” she hissed at him while she tried to mask her whimpers of pain.

 

But he just continued on as though her outburst never happened.

 

“So he pretended to be asleep, let you go and then stole off after you, and, he made it just in time to watch while you stripped.” He was beside her now, looking down on her. Her head was bowed and she was breathing rapidly, he wasn't sure if it was because she hurt herself, because of the comment he made about the kit, or in angry embarrassment. He couldn't be sure but whatever it was due to it made him happy none the less.

 

“He likes the way you carefully check to make sure there is no one around, and he's far enough back so you can't make him out or sense him. He smiles at his cleverness and then impatiently waits for you to begin. When you thrust your hip out to the side and start unbuttoning your skirt he breaths a little bit harder, and the way it unwraps and then billows out around your feet makes his heart beat a little bit faster.”

 

His voice was taking on a slightly dreamy quality that Kagome seriously didn't care for. It made her cringe and the embarrassed blush that was painfully staining her dirty cheeks was beginning to turn livid. It wasn't bad enough that what he was talking about was something entirely too private for him to have any knowledge about but she remembered that she had briefly felt as though Inuyasha was near by. The feeling had passed and she had dismissed it as just being nervous about going to the hot spring alone.

 

“And then you start to unbutton your shirt, one by one, humming a strange tune, swaying to it almost like you were moving with the breeze.”

 

`How can he know that! How is it possible!?'

 

“You slip your arms out of the sleeves and at the same time move the skirt from under your feet and bend over and put them in a pile. He has a very nice view of your ass and the lacy undergarment you were wearing, the ones that molded to you body, hugging every curve, filling every crevice? The ones that ride right up?

 

“It makes his blood burn.”

 

`He-he…oh Gods! He was there and he saw…me…' she could feel the bile rise in her throat.

 

That was exactly what she had been wearing. It wasn't often that she wore her fancy under wear but since they had been gone a while she was getting low on her supply of regular ones.

 

“The way your breasts quiver when they are released from their lacy binding…” he sighs. “And when you peel off the undergarment that covers… down there,” he smirked his eyes following the gesture of his hand to the general area of her lap.

 

Her thighs tensed immediately body going on the defensive, which hurt and left her wincing and struggling to keep the pain in.

 

Naraku just chuckled lightly and continued on.

 

“He watches as you go to the water and test it with your toe before you glide into it, letting the dark, liquid heat swallow you up.”

 

She could feel Naraku's breath stirring her hair, and by the way his voice was lowering she didn't have to guess as to why his breathing was picking up speed. That's when the panic started to seep back in. The real panic, the panic that you can taste.

 

“The way it swallows you up makes him think of something else that can glide into another hot, wet place. Something that can make you elicit more then the simple sigh of pleasure you give every time you enter.

 

“The way your body bobs in the water as you wade further out, it keeps his mind focus on what else could be delving deeper, and deeper…” his breathing was getting heavier and heavier and it seemed to mix with the increased drumming of her frantic heart.

 

Kagome clenched her jaw as a wave of nausea swept over her, and gasp at the fiery pain.

 

Naraku looked down on her, a fresh wave of lust shooting through him. Not only had he witnessed this little excursion, he had watched her bathe at least a hundred times over the past year, sometimes with the hunter, sometimes without, most of the time with Inuyasha somewhere near by. Of course Inuyasha never watched her bathe, at least not-constantly, innocent little glimpses every once in a while and he would usually turn away red faced. But this, watching her in pain, smelling her fear, this was so much better then seeing her enjoy herself.

 

“Yes,” he said more to himself. “How you plunged under and then breached the surface with your back arched and head back,” his fingers grazed her hair and she pulled away from the brief contact.

 

“How your hair sticks to your skin, and the way you pant with the need for air.

 

“He imagines being the one to cause you so much pleasure. He touches himself while he thinks of what your wet skin will feel like beneath his fingers, and what it will be like to touch your breasts and make your nipples hard.” He stopped behind her and lightly begins to trail a finger across her collarbone causing her to shudder uncontrollably.

 

“But what he thinks about the most Kagome,” and while he leans down to whisper in her ear he catches the faint scent of tears and grins. “Is what it will be like to stick his cock in you making your head fall back, making him the reason you pant and moan.”

 

Kagome whimpered her big blue eyes full of tears, wide as saucers. The thought was disturbing and even though she knew deep down that Inuyasha would never do a thing like that, just like she knew that Inuyasha would never seriously hurt Shippo, the image was just too clear, too vivid. And she felt the first tear slip down as something else was made very clear to her.

 

`He's going to - `

 

The thought was cut off when his hand slid up the side of her neck and snaked its way into her hair. She whimpered as claws raked over her abused scalp.

 

`He's going - `

 

Her mind tried to shut down, tried to block it out tried to take her to a happy place, but the terror of the reality just wouldn't let it. This wasn't some sick, twisted dream, this wasn't make believe like in the movies, this was real. The hot breath beading her ear with moisture was real, the thick rasp was real, and the pain was undeniably real.

 

`He's - `

 

“Kagome.”

 

Her breath caught painfully in her throat.

 

Not Naraku anymore, this voice was one that she trusted, the one that captivated her dreams, the one that she loved… the one that killed Shippo.

 

“Kagome,” the familiar voice whispered huskily into her ear.

 

Her minds eye could see the slow rise of the corners of his mouth, see the single fang poke over, could see what should have been a sweet smile just for her turn into a lust crazed sneer.

 

“I want to - “ he grabbed a handful of her hair, “feel you - “ forced her head back, throat painfully thrust in the air, “from the inside…”

 

There was that sensation of everything moving in slow motion again. Her choked gasp echoed through the air, her heart lurched into her throat, its painful drumming reverberating through out her entire body. She pulled in another agonizing breath and, for the briefest of moments, everything was silent, everything was still, the world still held some semblance of sanity. In that brief moment before her legs broke out in goose bumps as the sudden movement from behind stirred the air, before the faint ripping of thin, cottony material could be heard. In that brief silence Kagome was Kagome; a seventeen year old leading an obscenely complicated life, trying to balance friends, family, school, love and the occasional brushes with death. In those silent seconds Kagome was Kagome, a girl with a pure heart and an innocence that belied the many horrors she had witnessed. And then that Kagome was gone. The seconds passed and she was ripped from a world where things were beautiful, a world with love and trust and happiness into a world of hate and pain and darkness.

 

On that night when the moon had its back on the world, Naraku, the most heinous of creatures, stole the one thing the purest of souls could never get back.

 

The tendons in her neck bulged and her throbbing body tensed as it fought against the fire that ripped through her. Her eyes flared wide as she made frantic gagging attempts for oxygen while Naraku, disguised as Inuyasha, brutally stole her innocence with the bulging, hot, twisted root like shaft that substituted his hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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MAJOR AUTHORS NOTE!!!

 

Due to the graphic and mature nature of this story this will be the last update FOR THIS STORY ONLY to be posted on fanfiction.net. The rest of the story will be continued on through media minor where I have another account “http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/104699/1” (just remove the quotations)