InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart of Pain, Heart of Ice ❯ chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of it's characters.

A/N: This was a very intense chapter for me. There are two things that I want you to keep in mind when you read it. One, Naraku's demon ability to play with a tortured mind. And two, Rin's silent unconscious need for comfort.

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chapte r 7: linked

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Sessho umaru entered his house, Inuyasha close behind. He grabbed the phone from it's base then chunked it at his brother while not even bothering to look back. "Call him now."

As he left the front room, heading for the hallway, he could hear InuYasha dialing the number. Even though the dog demon's purpose remained unclear, he steadily approached the last place he had seen his mate, the last place he had seen her alive. Sesshoumaru entered the bedroom and stopped by the side of the bed. His immediate attention went to the window and the white flutter of curtains as a late midday breeze warmed it's way into the room. Why had he not sensed his mates departure? Had he been so distracted by InuYasha's news that he did not notice when she had slipped out? No. His senses were too keen. He should have noticed something, felt something. It then dawned on the inu youkai. An evil had been at work here.

Something had interfered. Something...or someone had made it so the girl could slip out unnoticed. That someone had been that damn hanyou. Yes. he was quite sure of it now. That half-demon had in some way concealed the girls escape.

He glared at the flutter of white now staining crimson. That half breed piece of filth had the audacity to take what rightfully belonged to him! As his breathing deepened, he growled low, gritting his canines. The spreading scarlet stain brightened, filling his vision. How dare that son of a demon bitch take what was his! A dark rage blackened his thoughts. The hanyou would pay.

For a moment, he allowed the fury to burn, letting the rage nearly consume him before he intentionally regained control, descending, letting the dark scarlet fade to a light red tint until finally his vision cleared completely.

He would have to find his mate soon.

Sesshoumaru lowered his gaze from the flutter of milky white to the bed. The velour blanket lay crumpled, the top comforter, mussed. Absently, he picked up the white t-shirt the girl had been wearing. For a moment, he fingered the soft material, feeling, searching for a warmth that had cooled an hour ago. Denied the last vestiges of her body heat, he brought the shirts softness to his nose. Closing his eyes, the dog demon breathed in deeply, capturing the only remnant of his mate he had left. His grip on the cottony shirt tightened as he struggled to maintain his composure. She was gone.

InuYasha's voice, drawing near, startled him. Immediately, he dropped the t-shirt.

His half-breed brother's steps stopped at the doorway to the room. "Kouga says he needs names."

Sesshoumaru growled out a reply. "The bastard that took her was named Naraku. My mates name...." He paused, remembering, recalling the first time he had heard the girl say it, her small voice meekly giving it to him while she stood twisting the hem of her yellow summer dress inbetween her fingers. A despondent silent sigh lowered his tone. "My mates name is.....Rin."

InuYasha repeated the names into the phone. Then spoke to him again. "Last names?"

Sesshoumaru looked across the room once more, staring at the sunlight. "I do not know."

"He says he doesn't know."

As he walked over to the open window, he could hear the wolf youkai's voice as InuYasha listened. His brother then related what Kouga had said. "Kouga says it will be hard to find them without a last name, but he will check the first names out. Since they are so uncommon, it may be an advantage in his search. Oh, he also says he may come out and investigate the neighbors house as well."

Lifting his hand, he pushed back the lacy white curtain to look out into the sunny afternoon sky. He nodded once. His only reply.

InuYasha seemed to take the hint and left the room, winding up the conversation with the wolf as he walked back down the hallway.

Sesshoumaru shut the open window then left the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ < p>Afternoon ebbed into a darkening evening. Sesshoumaru sat in his study, or rather, the library room, on the couch. Kouga had come over earlier and had spent the better part of the last hour investigating the neighbors house. InuYasha and the wolf had just left together. His half brother was going with the wolf detective to his house, hoping to help search Kouga's data base and files. The wolf-youkai had a very extensive file system. He had knowledge on just about every man, woman, child human or youkai for a two hundred mile radius. If anyone could find someone in this area, he could. That one fact did give him some reasurance, but he knew that their search might be in vain. They were dealing with a very crafty individual and a very malicious one too. Sullenly, he stared at the cold black fireplace. What would the bastard do when he saw the mark? His fists tightened. The sick son of a whore would hurt her. That is what he would do. He would beat his mate, maybe even worse than he had before, and he would.......take her....again.

The dog demon drew in a deep breath willing the unproductive thoughts away. They only increased this strange hollow detestable feeling which invaded his spirit with annoying persistence.

He glanced at the large window that looked out into the back yard. It was getting darker. Clearing his mind, the dog demon stood and walked out of the Library, intent on his bedroom.

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Rin sat up groggily, drapping her legs over the side of the bed. She had a good idea what her father wanted. Though why he would say something so strange eluded her. Reclaim?

Inwardly shrugging the strange statement out of her worries, she neatly placed Teddy on the carpet by the wall, close to the head of the bed. Silently, she began to unbutton her dress. When finished with the last button, she slipped out of the summer garment then dropped it on the floor by Teddy. Lifting her bottom some, she pushed down her underwear, only able to lift her left leg out her panties for her right was chained. The lacy undergarment fell off her right foot, still looped around the metal links.

Closing her eyes, she quietly waited as goosebumps formed on her skin from the absense of the blanket and her dress. Directly she heard the rustle of clothes as he unbuttoned his shirt, the clink of his belt, the zip of his zipper, then some more rustling as his pants fell to the floor.

A few more moments passed as she waited for his touches, but they did not come. Rin inwardly cursed her stupidity, he may want her to please him. Scolding herself, she opened her eyes to see her father standing there, naked and very aroused. Timidley she reached for him, hoping it was what he wanted. If it was not, she would suffer for it. His hand came up, blocking hers. Rin gritted her teeth, almost flinching, waiting for the other hand, but the fisted strike did not come. She swallowed hard while lowering her hand. Hesitantly, she asked, "Father....do you want...me to...please you?"

The hand that had blocked hers moved to her face, lightly touching her cheek. He whispered low and deep, "Close your eyes, Rin"

She did as told.

His deep tone smoothed like honey over her senses. "I am going to give you a gift, Rin. I am going to show you a way to enjoy our....time together. Now lie back."

Rin lay back down on the bed, moving both legs back onto the mattress, the metal clinking heavily with the motion.

She sensed him come near then felt his body heat as he crawled on the bed and over her.

Calmly, she lifted her knees a little, spreading them apart, enclosing his lower body between her legs. Silky strands of musk scented hair alighted on her chest and shoulders. He moved over her, his heat lowered, his hardness touching her navel. Rin silently hoped he would do it the normal way. The other way hurt too much. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself for whatever he was going to do.

She was surprised if not somewhat shocked when a warm softness touched her lips. He was kissing her? He had never kissed her before. This...this was her first kiss. Rin curiously marveled at the way his lips lightly caressed hers with a delicate tenderness. His tongue licked across her lower lip once before gently sucking on it. Not knowing what to do, Rin opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. It seemed strange, but at least it was not painful and....he tasted....good... like chocolate. Rin liked chocolate. When she was younger, the teachers had given some small bars to the ones who made good grades. She had always relished the rich flavor and now she found herself eagerly tasting the tongue that explored her mouth with fervent gentleness. Thought began to fade as she continued tasting to the point of sucking on the sugary hot wetness that moved between her lips.

At that moment, an unfamiliar tug pulled just below her belly. The wound on her neck pulsed, sending a small but painful shockwave through he body. The pain caught her off guard, causing her to gasp into her father's mouth, but instead of slapping her, he continued the gentle kiss. Taking the sweetness from her mouth, he gingerly kissed a path across her jawline and down her neck, skipping over the bite wound to trace a wet trail to her breast.

Rin nearly let out a moan when his warm mouth covered her nipple. For several moments, he suckled one breast while gently caressing the other.

Again, that unusual feeling flared within, an incredible yearning for something but she knew not what. The sensation was followed by another, more piercing pulse at the base of her throat, slicing into the center of her injury. This time, Rin could not hold back as she let out a whispered cry. Instantly, she shut her mouth, bitting her lip against the pain, praying that he would not hurt her for it.

She was surprised again for he did not become angry. Instead, his hand smoothed along her skin, up her side, over her chest, and to the base of her throat where he placed his hand directly ontop of the painful bite wound. Instantly, the pain subsided, replaced by a numbing warmth. His palm slid up her neck to warmly cup her cheek while his fingertips rubbed her temple.

A wonderful feeling suddenly washed over her entire body, a pleasure like she had never known. Sounds formed in her mind, soft, inviting whispers of enveloping comfort. Those whispered sounds soothed her heart and thoughts, telling her it was alright and that she was....loved. Rin fell into the welcomed whispers and the feel of a soft warm embrace.

The pull began once more, an sweet need for something she could not name. Realization dawned within the darkened urge. For the first time, she wanted... she wanted....something.....she wanted him to....

When that one single urgent want tingled her senses, a sordid nausea stabbed her gut, effectively killing the craven desire that had invaded her lower regions. Her stomach protested on the verge of vomiting.

Her father's hand slid from her cheek and down her body. Those sounds whispered again, muddled words that lulled through her senses, chasing the discomfort away, leaving nothing but pleasure in their wake.

Her whole body floated in bliss. For the first time since she could remember, there was no pain in her body, no aching muscles, no hurting, no blistering irritation where she had been ripped, no constant dulled agony where she had been beaten. The continual ache of old injuries that she had grown so accustomed to suddenly vanished, no longer there.

Rin shuddered at the feeling, accepting the gift as if it were love itself, allowing this...presense to fill every part of her being. Her heart felt so light, she wanted to cry at the feeling in pure joy. Moisture tickled her closed eyes but she did not let the beautiful tears fall. No, she wanted them to stay, she wanted to hug this piece of heaven, hold it forever.

Wet open mouth kisses wisped over her belly, circling her navel. Rin began to tremble in anticipation, but what she was waiting for, she did not know. The delicate pecks continued downward until she cold feel his warm breath on the part of her that now begged to be touched. He sniffed a few times before his warm hot tongue slid up her folds.

Rin gasped then moaned, her already incoherent thought scattering further into a welcoming void of extreme pleasure. She lifted her hips, spreading her knees outward, pushing herself against his mouth, begging for more. He complied, licking, wetting her, sucking on a certain spot that made her mewl with want.

She needed more, she needed him to.....

Her silent plea was fulfilled when she felt his finger push deep inside. Breathing heavily, she moved her hips, trying desperately to get his finger deeper into her.

His mouth began moving along her skin once more as another finger slid in with the first, pushing in and out, mimicking what he usually did with his hardened sex. A slick wetness rushed out of her, dripping down and over her inner thigh.

The open mouth kisses ended at her neck, his warm lips resting on the skin while his fingers somewhat placated her need to be filled. His voice whispered deeply, carrying within her senses, lulling, calling, "Do you want me, Rin. Do you want me to give you my gift? Do you want....release?"

Rin heard her father's voice, asking what she was wanting, promising in tone something her body was begging for. She moaned out a whispered reply, "Yes."

A wet warmth covered the wound on her neck, sucking gently. The moment his fingers left her entrance, he slid his hardened length into her, easily gliding in in one smooth stroke, completely filling her.

Somewhere in the back of her fuzzy thoughts, Rin noticed the absense of pain that usually accompanied the act.

This time there was no ripping, no pain, no stinging, no sticky slickness that came from the blood when he tore the inside.

This time he slid in easily, satisfying the craving need to have him inside her.

Rin moaned when he began sliding out, pushing her hips upward, not wanting him to pull away. Then he pushed back in. He continued the movement, his pace quickening. Soon he was pumping in and out of her with powerful urgent thrusts.

His motions prompted a rising sensation deep within her body. Instinctively, she moved with him, wanting him deeper, feeling his hardness touch her insides. Suddenly the ascending feeling crested, her entire body reached a shuddering release. She let out a faint cry while unknowingly clutching to her father. The wonderous feeling mingled with the vibration of her father's own groan of pleasure, his warm fluids spilling within.

Her father pulled out. Those soothing sounds and faint whispers fell silent. The wonderful feeling left, abandoning her body. She reached for it, that beautiful sensation, but it ebbed away, slipping from her spirit. The all too familiar bodily ache returned, but brought with it a knawing sickness, nauseating her to the point of near vomit. She wanted to puke. Patiently, she waited for her father to move. When he rose off the bed, Rin rolled to the side, balled up, clutching her waist with both arms. Trembling, she grimaced when a knot welled up in her stomach. A sudden violent cramp seized her gut, pushing the nasty taste of bile to gurgle into her throat. She whimpered, unable to stop the burning tears that slid from her closed eyes.

What was happening to her?

It felt as if darkness was closing in.

As she lay shaking with the agonizing torment, she heard her father's voice, deep and biting. "Did you enjoy that?"

Barely able to answer, Rin rasped from her lips what she believed he wanted to hear. "Yes..."

His tone bit once more, this time in cutting amusement. "I know you did, you little tramp. I know how much you wanted me to fuck you."

The rustle of cloth ended with the clink of his belt. His hand smoothed through her hair before he painfully gripped, pulling her head back. Rin opened her eyes and froze, waiting. He bent down, his hot breath close to her ear. "You are one twisted little bitch. An all around whore."

With a hard push, he let go of her hair and walked out of the room.

Terrified, Rin waited until she could no longer hear his steps before she allowed herself to breathe.

Sluggishly, she managed to get out of bed. While walking to the bathroom, she swallowed heavily, fighting the gagging reflex. She reached the toilet, lifted the lid, then kneeled. Unable to hold back any longer, She retched, puking violently. Bitter bile burned her throat as she coughed and cried. Spasms racked her entire form as the wound at the base of her neck seared with a new intensity of pain, a long horendous, continual ache.

It hurt so bad.

She sat back, her bare back hitting the wall. Tears fell unheeded as she sat on the cold tiled floor.

Her father was right.

She was nothing but a sick, twisted, bitch.

A nasty whore.

She was nothing.

She wanted to die.

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Sesshoumaru stood staring out his bedroom window at the growing darkness. The sun had set an hour ago and now the world darkened with his thoughts. InuYasha had called moments ago, informing him that their search so far had turned up nothing, but they still had two more files to look in. He also told him that Kouga was going to report the abduction to his superiors the next workday. If the local authorities felt a full investigation was warrented, a more extensive search would be in the works.

InuYasha said he would work late along with the wolf well into the night and he would call if he found anything.

Sesshoumaru grimaced in irritation, they were dealing with a very cunning creature indeed: one that bided his time, knew when to strike, and covered all his bases before slipping away without leaving a clue as to where he had gone.

The dog demon stared into the pitch black of night.

Where was she?

What affect would her absense have...on him?

With an uncharacteristic sigh, he shook his head slowly, allowing a tinge of longing for his missing mate.

At the very moment he let his spirit yearn for the girl, a pain hit him.

His eyes shot wide with the shock. He stumbled backwards from the window then fell to his knees. Never in his entire life had he felt such agony. He squeezed his eyes shut as she bent over, one hand clutching his stomach. He crawled a few spaces before a jolting pain sent him falling forward, his forehead hitting the carpet.

Sesshoumaru gasped, sucking in air, screaming in his mind for it to stop. For a few moments he shook with the pain until it ebbed away only to be replaced with a sudden spasm of nausea. He heaved, almost retching. Suddenly, the sick putrid feeling subsided. Another sensation took its place, a lull of pleasure which evolved, rising into a powerful craving of pure lust. He moved his hand from his midriff to his now hardening length. It throbbed with the most agonizing need.

Without bothering to unbutton or unbelt, he ripped his pants aside, seizing his now fully erect sex. He groaned at the feel of his erection grinding into his own palm.

Images flashed across his mind, brief but sadistic scenes of his naked mate with another. These images sickened yet aroused him at the same time.

He snarled out, anger intermixed with lust. "Kuso! You Bitch!"

For several minutes his cursed growls alternated with panting moans until a shockingly hard release thundered through his body.

Hot seed shot forth, coating his hand, dripping onto the carpet, flaring in his nostrils.

As he fell over, laying on his side, panting, his hard arousal slowly softened. The sickness returned, nauseating him. His mouth watered a salty fluid, the onset of bitter bile.

Quickly, he stood, hurried to the bathroom, kneeled before the toilet, then puked. Thick yellow bile coated his tongue. He spit the disgusting saliva from his lips. For a few moments, he dry heaved until finally the spasms diminshed in intensity.

Sitting back on his heels, the dog demon grimaced at the horrible taste while breathing hard with an ache he could not name. Squeezing his eyes tight, he rasped out a whimper to the empty air. "Rin.".

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