InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Destinies Collide ❯ So many questions ( Chapter 9 )

InusDemoness: I didn't exactly say that Sesshomaru was in the last chapter. I simply stated that I figured out why I put him in the story in the first place! HAHA!!

So who was that mysterious man? You guys don't mind lemons, do you? Just write a review on your opinion. No, this chapter doesn't have any lemons. Oh, never mind, just read and give me lots and lots of reviews.

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Destinies Collide

Chapter 9: So many questions

"So, that's what happened. Now, tell me what this means." InuYasha bounced his legs nervously from his position on the recliner. Why did he decide to tell Miroku the entire story? He would never know the answer to that question, but it didn't matter. The monk had a sort of six sense about these sort of things. If anyone could tell him what was going on, it would be him.

Miroku reclined his head against the wall he was leaning on. InuYasha's words traveled around his head. He remembered feeling the power that the hanyou had felt. He was right she was very powerful. He lifted his head up and stared at the annoyed hanyou.

"Was that the first time you had experienced that power?"

InuYasha tore his eyes away from his feet and drifted his gaze to the monk. "Of course baka. Didn't I say that already?"

"Calm down my good man. I'm just making sure I have all the facts straight."

Whatever InuYasha was going to say next was halted when Miroku jumped off the bed and inched toward him. InuYasha sat back in his chair eyeing the monk warily. What did Miroku think he was doing? Miroku stopped inches from the chair and leaned over; placing his hands on each of the arm rests on the chair. InuYasha backed into the far reaches of his chair.

"What….."

Miroku kept his voice cool and collected. "Shh. I'm not going to hurt you. You have to let me hypnotize you." The look on InuYasha's face almost sent Miroku rolling on the floor laughing till he cried. As it was, he was trying very hard to keep a straight face.

InuYasha was appalled. Ok, appalled may not be the word for it, but he was something and he would be damned if that monk was going to lay a hand on him. InuYasha sat up, bringing his face mere inches from the monk. "You will not practice your sorcery on me. I don't care if my father gave you permission to practice whatever you want, whenever you want. You will not lay a hand on me. You know damn good and well that you shouldn't be alive right now because of your gifts. And further more…."

Miroku yanked InuYasha out of the chair and threw the hanyou onto his bed. Miroku stepped up to the bedside and began chanting. InuYasha had no clue as to what gibberish the priest was chanting, but he knew a spell when he heard one. InuYasha bolted off the bed, but it was too late. As InuYasha reached the door, a force slammed into him, heaving him off the floor and catapulting him back onto the bed. Miroku never left his position and his chanting only increased once the hanyou was back on the bed.

InuYasha had the wind knocked out of him from whatever force had slammed into him. He regained consciences a few moments later. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up. How on earth had he gotten back on the bed? That was it. He couldn't take this any more. The monk was crazy and he should never have come down here. Miroku's chanting continued and InuYasha chanced a look at his friend. Miroku's eyes were closed and his hands were in front of him in a prayer jester. Clasped between his hands was a prayer necklace. InuYasha shook his head. That damn monk was trying to hypnotize him. Damn him.

InuYasha again bolted off the bed and ran head first into a force field, knocking him to the ground. Before InuYasha could stand up, something picked him up and threw him toward the bed. InuYasha's body connected with the wall before he slammed onto the bed, making the object squeak in annoyance. If one more person or whatever tried that trick again, InuYasha would teach it a lesson. It took InuYasha a little longer to come around that time. InuYasha tore his eyes open and started to sit up, but something was restraining him.

It was silent for the first time in minutes. InuYasha was scared. He cocked his head to the left and searched out the monk. There he was, standing in the middle of the room looking quite pleased with himself. InuYasha let loose a fierce roar.

"Miroku, what the fuck did you do to me? Untie me this instant. When I get my hands on you….." InuYasha yelled.

"When you gets your hands on me, you'll be thanking me. As for your injuries, I believe I shall let you wallow in your own misery for a while. It may teach you not to run away from me when I'm chanting. Now shut up and relax, or you won't like the next thing I do to you."

Those words only made InuYasha angrier, but he shifted his head back up and stared at the ceiling. "I don't know why you insist on practicing your witch craft on me. However, this will be your last time…"

"That's what you said two weeks ago, but here we are in the same predicament. Now, shut up before I make it so that you can't talk again." While talking, Miroku moved the recliner closer to the bed and situated himself in the chair. He crossed his left leg on top of his right and folded his hands in his lap.

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The tiger demon entered Kagome's chamber and studied his prey. She eyed him warily and watched as he strolled towards her. He dropped to his knees when he was directly in front of her. He reached his left hand towards her and caught hold of her chin. He tightened his grip on her chin and forced her to look at him. After studying her for a moment, he pulled his head close to her and locked his lips to hers.

A shudder ran through her body. She reached up and grabbed hold of his hand. She tried to force him away from her, but he pulled back from the kiss and smacked her hard across the face. She sat there stunned. What did he think he was doing? They studied each other for a few minutes before he grabbed her ankles, stood up, and pulled her legs till she was laying flat on her back.

He straddled her hips. He pulled his head down to once again crush his lips against hers as his hands roamed her body. She was in pain. Her spiked necklace dug into the back of her neck and her arms were conveniently pinned behind her head. She felt his hands inch her shirt up and come to rest on her sensitive peaks. Where was her savior when she needed him? She then remembered the stupid necklace. She mentally slapped herself on the forehead. How could she forget a stupid thing like that? Her train of thought halted when he forced her legs apart.

This was it. He was going to take her virginity and there was nothing she could do. Her powers were locked inside her, so she couldn't use that avenue to escape. She could kick him, but then he'd use the injection to get his way. There had to be something, anything that she could do to get him to stop. She felt him hovering over her entrance.

"You don't want to do this. They'll kill you for it."

"Shut up." He slapped her across the face again. "I can do what I want to with you. I dare you to try one of your tricks." He smiled evilly.

She stared at him. His face held a confident look. He lowered himself back against her body and entered her swiftly. She closed her eyes at the feel of him inside her. Tears tugged on the edge of her eyes. He jerked in and out of her as fast as his body would allow him. His smile widened as he saw her pained expression. He came into her quickly, jerking in and out a couple more times before spilling his seed deep inside her.

He rolled off her and stood up. He glanced at her body, feeling very pleased with himself. He grabbed his pants off the floor and hurriedly put them on. He then grabbed her wrists and hauled her up to a sitting position against the wall. Tears fell from her cheeks and he smiled again. He then turned to the door and left her in silence once again.

She tore her eyes open and gasped. She felt her heart racing and she quickly tried to settle it. `Calm down Kagome, it was just a dream. It didn't happen.' Another part of her mind scream that it would happen, that she had just be given a glimpse of the future. She looked down at her hands. That couldn't happen. It just couldn't.

He sat in the corner. He had been watching her every move for a couple of hours now. He could hear her heart racing and smell the salt of her tears. She was awake now, thank goodness. He didn't know how much more he could have taken of that erotic dream she had. He watched her as she shifted her gaze to her hands. She hadn't noticed him yet and he wanted to keep it that way for a little longer.

She felt his presence in the room, but she didn't care. It was just that stupid wolf. As long as that tiger steered clear of her, she would be all right. She tore her eyes away from her hands and stared at the door across the room. She didn't know why, but she felt this incredible urge to ask the wolf not to leave her alone.

"I know you're here." She broke the silence.

He was taken aback. After his moment of surprise ended, he stood up and moved the chair closer to her. She flinched and turned her gaze to the wall opposite him. He sat down and cocked his head to the side as he stared at her. She was slightly scared. He could smell it. It radiated off her body in waves. Was she afraid of him, or just generally afraid? He decided to ask a question that had been plaguing him since his first visit.

"What did the tiger do to you?"

She turned her head and lifted her eyes to meet his. She saw genuine concern there. Why was he concerned about her? "Why? What's in it for you?"

He shifted in his seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "The joy of the kill."

She stared at him as shock ran through her features. "What on earth is that supposed to mean?"

He smiled. She looked thoroughly confused. "Simply put, it means that if he lays a hand on you, I will kill him myself."

"And who will kill you if you lay a hand on me?"

"Ha ha, don't be stupid. You're mine, remember?"

"How could I forget," she said sarcastically.