InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Damned ( Chapter 37 )

A/N: As always, all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness. Small Lemon and a possible Rape; you have been warned!!! You guys always tell me what your favorite chapters are, so I think I'll return the favor, this one, might just be my favorite thus far. I know I'm not supposed to update until Sunday, but I figured I'd do you guys a favor and update one day earlier…lol. After all, you all have been freaking spectacular with all of your wonderful reviews, thank you. News alert: This fic has been nominated with the Guild for Best Inu/Kag and Best Drama and my other fic `Dangerous Allure' was nominated for best Dark fic, so to those of you that remembered me enough to do such a thing, thank you, and to everyone else, thank you for your continued support and reviews. To my wonderful beta, Neko, job well done, Wench, love you lots!!

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone with the exception of Nola, Nya, Dinshu, Malcolm, and Dr. Aikio. All others belong to the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.

Chapter 37:

Damned

It felt as if his blood was on fire. Charring his organs as it coursed throughout his body; it felt so good…so heavenly that it was downright painful.

Gripping her hips possessively, Inuyasha pulled her to meet him as he ground slowly into her while her nails raked over his back.

This feeling…This feeling that he'd noticed was there every time that they had sex was unreal. Sex wasn't supposed to feel like this. It…it wasn't supposed to feel like death and rebirth. It wasn't supposed to feel like deconstruction and reconstruction. Damn it, it wasn't…it wasn't supposed to feel like the end and the beginning!

Sure it felt good…it felt wonderful, but this…this gave a whole new fucking meaning to it.

Gods in heaven, he hissed silently as he pushed up off of her so that his weight was balanced on the palms of his hands.

Rolling his hips into her, he shivered as he stared down at her flushed face. Her eyes were closed; her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat, her breasts…her beautiful bountiful breasts sitting up perfectly perky, and her rose colored nipples erect as if waiting…begging him to taste them.

Signs, he thought absently as he allowed his golden gaze to slowly travel down to her midriff, that was hollowed out at the moment while her abdomen gyrated up against his groin repeatedly, matching each of his thrusts with vigor and an enthusiasm that no other woman that he'd ever slept with was capable of reaching, or embracing.

“Faster,” she whispered breathlessly as she stretched her arms over her head, gripping the headboard of his bed. “Please, Inuyasha, faster…harder, I'm cumming. Oh God, I'm cumming!”

The hanyou complied with her request as he glanced up at her face and smiled.

He watched her bite down on her lower lip, the muscles in her arms taut as she gripped the headboard tightly as if it would hold her in place. Her thighs clamped down on the sides of his hips as her lower half stiffened and rose up off the bed. Her vagina…her nest…her wonderful slick nest, sucked against him, pulsed in time with her heartbeat, and called…screamed his name demanding that he finish what he started.

Holy Buddha and to all that is heavenly, save me, he pleaded silently.

Tearing his eyes away from her face, Inuyasha glanced down at the place where his groin met hers. He watched with eager eyes as his condom clad staff dove into her time and again. He watched…reveled in the fact that she willingly took all of him in, never shying away, never hesitant.

Sitting back on his hunches, he grasped her hips as he repeatedly pulled her down to meet him while he undulated into her possessively, silently demanding that she never ever in her life betray him, that she never want another the way she wanted him, and demanding…begging…pleading that she release him from this hold that she had over him.

Kagome sprang up, so that she was straddling his lap, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as she continued to vigorously grind down on him in hopes of bringing him to his end.

Inuyasha clutched at her backside as he allowed her to take control. He knew what was to come next. She would show him glimpses of a heaven that he dare not reach for. She would tease him with visions of a future that was not meant to be his, mere seconds before she forced him into the bowels of hell like she had done so many times before.

As her groin rolled against his… As he felt the last of his will slip just out of his grasp… As she laid her forehead flush against his, her eyes open staring at him, and begging him to understand this need…this unquenchable desire that they shared, Inuyasha hissed weakly, “I…I think…I think I hate you,” as a pulse unlike anything he'd ever felt before ripped through him forcing him forward onto her as what felt like a barrel of semen spilled from him and into the condom.

His world grayed and was reborn in beautiful colors of reds and greens as his body…his hips…his arms, every inch of him spasmed and twitched above and in her.

The hanyou felt her soft lips on his, but he couldn't move, couldn't react. He felt her hand running sensually across his brow and down to his cheek, but he couldn't speak, couldn't tell her not to touch him because it hurt…because every nerve in his body was aching.

“Bab- Inuyasha?” he heard her whisper softly, and he cringed because he knew what she wanted to call him. It wasn't a bad thing, no, but it proved the point he was trying to make from the beginning.

This was a mistake, a massive, horrible, and irreversible mistake. He knew that if they took their friendship in this direction nothing good…nothing healthy would come of it. Not because he didn't want it to, but because relationships never ended well, and they all ended.

“Kagome?” he replied, his tone clipped as he pushed himself up and rolled to the side.

“Are you alright? For a minute there I thought I had lost you.”

Inuyasha finally glanced at her. “I'm fine. I'm right here.”

Rolling over so that she on her belly, she pushed up on her elbows as she stated unsurely, “Your eyes… They did that thing again.”

“What? Turned red?”

“Yeah, but I could be mistaken; it happened so fast.”

Stretching his arms over his head, the hanyou gazed over at her as she gnawed nervously on her lower lip.

They turned red again, he thought. This isn't good. He knew as much, but for the life of him, he just couldn't make himself think about that; he had bigger fish to fry and her name was, well, Higurashi Kagome.

He cared about her a lot, he knew that, but what was he supposed to do with that? Just because the sex that they had was astronomical didn't mean that it made for a good relationship. Just because she seemed to complement him in ways that he never thought were possible didn't mean that they needed to be in some kind of relationship at all.

So then what did it mean? What was he… What were they supposed to do with this mess that they'd created?

He knew that he couldn't just stop fucking her. Okay that was harsh, he realized. But regardless of how many other beautiful words he could've used to describe it, it would all mean the same thing.

Even more than that, they had a real friendship, something that was so innocent and untainted by distrust, guilt, manipulation and gossip that it wasn't something that he wanted to just toss to the side.

Not only that, but when he was with her, she made him feel as if he could accomplish anything. She made him feel as if he was the most powerful man…youkai…hanyou on earth, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the power, or the prestige that he and his family had. She made him feel like the world itself revolved around him. He knew it really didn't, but she had a way about her that made him feel and want to be more than he really was.

Perhaps it was for those reasons that he felt from the beginning… From the instant that she almost ran him off the road… From the second that he did away with that date of her's… The split second that he first knew she existed, he'd wanted to protect her.

The bed shifting drew him out of his private thoughts and he watched as she reached down on the floor and grabbed her bra and panties. A tiny voice in the back of his mind told him to stop her, but he couldn't for the life of him make his lips move.

He watched her step into her panties, and then slip into her bra seconds before she bent down and picked up her jeans and shirt.

Inuyasha sighed lightly, his heart caught between stopping her and letting her go.

He knew if he let her go perhaps that would serve to put a little more distance between them since they hadn't really been apart at all in almost five days. However, just the thought of her not being there with him…the knowledge that she would be leaving him thinking that she had done something or that he didn't want her, when he did, was enough to cause something deep within his core to rear forward, silently demanding that he fix this.

“Kagome, what are you doing?”

She didn't turn around as she replied almost too cheerily, “I'm going home. I…I have to go to work tomorrow.”

Inuyasha stared at her back, totally aware that even though that was a true enough statement it was a lie just the same. She was distressed for whatever reason. She was hurting and he could feel it as if it was a third person in the room. He just didn't know why.

“Don't do this,” he whispered against his better judgment.

Her movements stilled and her shoulders slumped forward as her head lowered, but she didn't turn to face him. “I'm not doing anything, Takahashi.”

Inuyasha looked at the mirror in front and the right of where she was standing. It gave him just a glimpse of the side of her face, but what he saw…what he saw in her eyes…

“Kagome, look at me.”

She shook her head as she proceeded to pull her shirt on, but she didn't comment.

Inuyasha could smell the beginning of tears, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. Had he hurt her while they were making lov-having sex? Had he done something in the brief moment that she said his eyes had turned red?

Hoping against hope that neither of those was true, he questioned as he sat up, the covers falling so that they were barely covering his hips, “Did I do something to you?”

“No,” she replied quickly as she stepped into her jeans and pulled them up around her waist.

“Then why can't you look at me?” His frustration starting to get the better of him, Inuyasha slipped out of the bed and spared only a brief moment to carefully remove the condom, and throw it in the trash. He then picked up the boxer briefs she had so unceremoniously tugged off of him with her teeth a few hours earlier and quickly stepped into them.

“Stay in bed, I'll…I'll call a cab. Besides, it's just after 6,” she told him quickly as she started out of the room, but was stopped by a strong hand on her wrist.

Spinning her around to face him, Inuyasha's heart fluttered as he stared down at the unshed tears in her eyes. He couldn't understand what was happening. Sure, he was confused about their current situation, but he hadn't talked to her about any of it. So, what the hell would have her so upset?

“Talk to me,” he demanded, lifting her chin so that she was staring up at him. “I can totally understand that you need to go to work tomorrow, but…” He stopped as he watched an errant tear slip down her cheek. Catching it, he finished, “…but I don't understand this. Make me understand, Kagome.”

She shook her head, stepped back away from him and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “It's over, you know?”

Inuyasha released her wrist and shook his head negatively as he retorted, “No, no I don't know. What's over?”

“Our weekend is over. We had fun,” she admitted, a blush staining her cheeks. “Now we go back to the real world.”

“I thought we already talked about this? We're going to be taking this one day at a time.”

Watching as she squirmed under his gaze, he forced himself not to push her. He didn't want her to leave like this, but he didn't want her to stay on his account either. Hell, he didn't really know what he wanted at the moment.

Stepping around her and into the hallway, he advised as he made his way towards his open kitchen, “Fine, if you want to leave, then take one of my cars, but I'm not about to let you jump into a cab with a complete stranger.”

He knew she wasn't following him, but he could feel her staring holes into the back of his head. Stepping into the kitchen, the hanyou pulled open the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water, and then turned to the key rack. Pulling the keys to his BMW down, he set them on the counter for her to take when she passed.

He was pissed! Well, maybe not pissed, but annoyed.

Why? He couldn't really put his finger on it since a part of him wanted to let her leave, but…but damn it, not like this!

Popping the top on one of the bottles of water, he chugged half of it as he stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Turning, he watched as Kagome leaned against the wall directly in front of his bedroom, her hands behind her back, her head down as if she was contemplating something.

She looked up at him, her eyes flitting between him and something behind him as if she wanted to say something but just didn't know how.

His heart that had been severely broken and bruised told him to just let her go. It told him not to stand in her way, because this way, she wouldn't be able to blame him.

However, a deep-seated part of him, one that reached into his very being, warred against that advice! It practically shouted at him that it would be a mistake…an irreconcilable mistake to let her leave.

Inuyasha watched her slowly make her way up the hallway, pick his car keys up off the counter, and her purse off the table near the door. As she grasped the door handle, he closed his eyes, his heart hammering within his chest, his soul screaming at him to stop her, to not let her leave like this.

“I'm not going to chase you, Kagome.”

She stilled, he could smell the salt of her tears, but she didn't look back as she opened the door and proceeded through it without a word.

His chest lurched violently as he stared at the closed door. His breathing increased as his hand holding the water bottle tightened until the water burst from the container, spreading all over his leg, his hand, and the floor, but he didn't feel it...couldn't feel it All he knew was that she'd left and without telling him why.

He tried to turn away to go back to his room, but his feet wouldn't move. He tried to tell himself that it…that it was better this way…much better this way, but he didn't believe a word of it.

His life before her was a shell of an existence; it was nothing, absolutely nothing when compared to the way it was with her in it. She'd brought joy back to his dismal world. She'd brought laughter and a friendship unlike anything that he'd ever experienced. She'd brought hope, regardless of whether he wanted to admit it, into his life again.

No, he didn't want to go back to the way things were before her, he didn't want to ever go back to that.

What did this knowledge mean? What was he supposed to do with this?

His feet of their own accord moved towards the door as his hand reached for the handle and twisted. As he proceeded out the door, he stopped short, his eyes falling on her, Kagome, standing a few feet in front of him, her head down, the keys to his car dangling weakly from her fingers.

She looked up at him, her hair mussed, her eyes miserable. “I…I want to leave. I want to go home, but…but I can't,” she whispered desperately. “Why can't I go home, Takahashi? Why can't…why can't I leave you?”

Inuyasha reached out quickly, pulling her to him. “I don't want you to go. Not tonight. Not like this, Kagome. Stay with me, please,” he pleaded softly as he crushed her body against his. “Whatever is upsetting you, we can talk about it; we can talk about it.”

Simonkal of Inuy

Stepping out of a darkened corner, Kouga spared a bored glance at Dinshu as he dragged the struggling cunt of a woman around the corner and into the stairwell that sat just behind the elevator.

A small part of him felt a little sympathetic towards the woman because Dinshu may have been known for several things, but being gentle was not one of them.

Reaching into the elevator before the doors closed, he quickly picked up the lying tramp's discarded purse, and turned heading back to the outdoor entrance of the garage.

Normally, he wouldn't have ordered something like this to be done to a woman. After all, he did have a wife. But that bitch, whoever she was, was a liar, and who was she to lie to him?

Does no one believe in telling the truth anymore? he thought nonchalantly.

Sure, had he not been a demon with a nose that could smell a fart hours after the culprit that dealt it had left, she would've pulled the wool over his eyes. Unfortunately for her, the moment he stepped off the elevator, he could smell Kagome's scent as if she was there before him.

So the instant, she opened her mouth and started spewing nonsense about Kagome working for that company, but not out of that office… When she started rambling on and on about how she didn't personally know Kagome, he almost wanted to reach across the desk and rip her tongue out of her mouth!

Lying fucking bitch, he hissed silently as he stuck his hand in her purse and pulled out her wallet. Flipping it open, he quickly located her driver's license and removed it. Sliding that in his back pocket, should they need to pay her a visit once this was all done, he tossed the wallet away.

Digging his hand back into the purse as he stepped up to the large dumpster that was just outside of the garage, Kouga smiled as he pulled out the one and only item that he was after, her employee badge.

He knew that if this building was as secure as it appeared to be, the only way that he'd be able to gain access to Kagome's floor was with a secure pass.

Dropping the purse into the dumpster, he turned on his heels and started towards the street so that he could enter via the front door, thereby, garnering no added attention.

Smoothing out his high ponytail, the wolf demon stepped onto the sidewalk and slowly made his way towards the door as his cell phone sang to life in his pocket.

Glancing at the caller id, he flipped it open and stated smoothly, “Miss me?”

“Of course, when are you coming home, baby?” Ayame, his wife, questioned.

“Uhm… Well, I'm wrapping up some stuff right now, so hopefully I'll be home within the next day or so, but I can't say for sure.”

“I see,” Kouga heard her say before she continued, “I saw Ginta and Hakkaku. Did you know that someone shot Ginta?”

“Really,” Kouga replied unable to put any real interest into his voice. “Did he say how it happened?”

“Well, I didn't get to talk to him since he was kind of out of it, but Hakkaku said that once you get back the two of you will sort it out, and make sure the person that did it pays.”

“Did he now?” he questioned walking into the front door of the building. Glancing to his right and left, he started effortlessly towards the elevator as he added, “Well, you know I don't like when people mess with my boys.”

“I know. That's why I'm really praying that you catch the bastard that did this, because he doesn't look good, Kouga. Hakkaku said that he's not healing as fast as he should be.”

“No?” the wolf demon queried unable to make himself care in the least. Winking at a nameless woman walking by, he thought absently,That lying fuck got what he deserved.

“No, he's not doing well. Ginta is such a sweetheart, he would never hurt anyone. I swear; he's afraid of lightning.”

Kouga chuckled at that as he pushed the button for the elevator. “He is something of a punk, isn't he?”

“No, he's not a punk. He just has a soft heart,” Ayame corrected softly.

Stepping into the elevator, Kouga pulled the badge out of his pocket and swiped it across the electronic pass, seconds before he pressed the button for the 37th floor. Stepping to the back of the elevator, he decided that he really didn't want to talk about that prick, who would be literally dead upon his arrival back to Kyoto.

“So, how much of my money did you spend?”

He heard her giggle girlishly before she questioned innocently, “What are you talking about? I didn't-”

“Yeah, right, as if I don't know my baby. If you don't watch it, you're going to put us in the poorhouse.”

“I didn't spend that much. Besides, whatever it was, you'll make it back in less than a day.”

Kouga laughed at that as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Staring to his right and left, he carefully eyed the cleaning crew, and then turned and headed in the direction of the lying woman's desk.

Stepping quickly around the desk and towards the heavy oak door, he reached for the knob and turned, but it didn't budge.

Shit!

“Sir, can I help you?”

Turning, he came eye to eye with an older gentlemen that he was sure was part of the cleaning crew.

“Hey, let me call you back,” the wolf demon said quickly into the phone. Not waiting for Ayame to reply, he flipped it closed as he turned his attention back to the old man. “Uhm, yeah. My girlfriend asked me to swing by and pick up her briefcase. She accidentally left it and needs it to finish up a spreadsheet that's due tomorrow.”

The guy eyed him curiously, and Kouga had to wonder if this man was going to make him beat the shit out of him and take his keys, but relaxed when the older man smiled and stepped around him.

“That Higurashi is something else, I tell you. When she's not working late, she leaves the work she'd supposed to be doing,” the man declared jokingly as he used his master key to unlock the door.

Stepping back as the guy pushed the door open, Kouga replied with a smirk, “Yeah, well I'm trying to get her to take an extended vacation with me, so don't be surprised if you don't see her around for a while.”

“Vacations are always good,” the man admitted, pushing his cleaning buggy further down the hallway. “Make sure you lock that door when you're done, and you better take care of Higurashi. That poor girl sure needs it as much as she works.”

Stepping into the office, Kouga glanced around, a slow smile spreading over his face.  Reaching back, he closed the door as he inhaled, reveling in the scent of her that enraptured every inch of his being.  His mind floated...twisted and became submerged in wanton dreams and desires of her...of Kagome, his obsession.

All of the months, the weeks, the days, the hours, and the minutes that he'd spent looking for her… All if it accumulated in this one moment…this one second in time. To be this close to her… To be surrounded by her things, her scent, and the remnants of her aura; it was almost orgasmic.

Strolling slowly around her desk, he ran his claws carefully over the glass top as his eyes fell on a solitary picture that sat in the far corner of her desk.

It was a picture of her and her brother, Souta. He figured that her mother or the old man must have taken it, because it was a rather candid photo to say the least.

Souta apparently had her tossed over his shoulder and was stomping away when he looked back and grinned at the person with the camera, while at the same time Kagome looked up, her black hair cascading down around her shoulders, her hands gripping the back of Souta's pants tightly, and a grin…a smile…the prettiest, happiest, sincerest smile he'd ever seen on her face.

Picking up the picture, he sat down in her chair and stared at it, his eyes soft, his mind swimming with the idea that he'd finally found her and that it was just a matter of time before he laid eyes, and hands on her again.

Gotcha…

Simonkal of Inuy

Her heart was racing, adrenalin pumping viciously, telling her that she needed to get away, that she needed to run.

He grabbed her, attempting to drag her out of the elevator. Her hands grasped at the doors in an attempt to pull herself away from him. He's trying to take me somewhere, she screamed in her head as she clung to the door, her fingers slipping with every millisecond that ticked slowly by.

“What are you doing? Leave me… Leave me alone!” Sango shouted as she swung at him with one hand while trying desperately to hold onto the smooth metal doors with the other.

“Awe, come on. You'll like it,” Dinshu drawled with a grin as he reached out catching the wrist of the hand that she was swinging at him. Grasping her waist with his other hand, he spun her around and yanked her towards him, so that her back was flush against his chest.

“Let me go!! Help! Help!” she screamed throwing her head back in an attempt to connect with his face, his nose…something.

Clamping his hand over her mouth, Dinshu observed mildly, “Wow, you're something of a spit-fire, aren't you? I can hardly wait to get a taste of you.”

No, no! This can't be happening! No, she thought angrily as she opened her mouth as much as she could and bit down on the inside of his hand. Grinding her teeth together until her jaw hurt, she screamed, “Fire! Fire! Fire!” the instant he removed his hand.

Dinshu growled, his patience waning as he picked her up and roughly dragged her from the elevator and around the corner to the stairwell where he'd been hiding earlier. “Keep screaming, bitch, I'll make sure I shove something in there,” he hissed as he kicked open the door.

Walking in, he dropped her to the ground with a thud as he kicked the door closed behind him. “Cunt,” he gritted out, sparing a glance down at his bleeding hand.

Sango scooted back away from him while she stared around the 4X8 stairwell. All she knew was that she needed to get away from this man…this beast! She needed to…

Her body wouldn't allow her mind to even finish that thought as it turned seemingly of its own will and she started crawling quickly up the stairs and away from her attacker.

Dinshu reached up, grabbing her ankle as she reached the first landing. Sango spun around, kicking out and catching him in his chest with her right foot, followed by a direct kick to his face with her left. He staggered back, almost falling and she took advantage of that.

Starting up the stairs again, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Please someone help me! He's trying to rape me! Please!”

Dinshu was on her! Yanking her back down to the landing! He buried his knee in her back, a knife that he carried everywhere with him clutched in his hand. “Shut up or I'll cut your fucking tongue out,” he warned, pressing the cold blade against the warm flushed skin of her neck.

Sango froze. She couldn't think…couldn't move, all she knew was the coldness of his weapon; the sharpness of it as it dug into her neck.

Gods no! Not like this! Gods!!!

Digging his claws into the roots of her hair, he pulled viciously, twisting her head back so that she was looking at him. Running the blade of the knife slowly across her cheek, he grinned as he stared down at her, daring her to say one solitary thing…daring her to test or resist him.

She didn't.

“You're not going to fight me, are you?” he queried evenly, digging the tip of the knife into her upper cheek just enough that it drew a droplet of blood.

Sango shook her head no; her eyes tearing up as she stared up at the demon, silently praying that the gods themselves would drop from the sky and pummel him into the ground. This man…this youkai was less than a man…he was less than the dirt beneath her feet on a good day! He had no right to touch her like this! He had no right to…to hurt her!

Dinshu gripped her hair tighter and growled, “Roll over, and you better not say one fucking word.”

Sango closed her eyes as the first of many tears began to flow slowly down her cheeks. She didn't want to comply, she didn't want to listen…to allow this monster to have his way with her, but…but if there was a chance that she'd see Miroku again…if there was a chance that she would survive this, she felt it necessary that…that she take it. No matter how horrendous…how annihilating it was to her soul…her very being. She had to…she had to take it.

Slowly turning, she held her palms open, showing him that she wasn't going to fight him.

He shifted, unfastened his belt, and unsnapped the button of his jeans moments before he gripped her throat tightly with one hand while he lowered the knife to the end of her dress and dragged it upward creating a loud, slow, ripping sound.

Sango shivered violently. Her life…the life that she wanted…the future that mere moments ago, was promised to her was slipping slowly from her grasp.

No, she thought angrily as she felt the tip of the knife brush against the bare skin of her belly, parting the material of her torn dress.

Turning her head away, she closed her eyes tightly willing away this moment…this hour…this day. She wanted to go back to this morning when she was lying safely in her fiancés' arms. She wanted to go back to when she was a child…an innocent child with no knowledge of sex or the violence that went along with it. She wanted to go back… She wanted to be anywhere but here.

Sango whimpered weakly as she felt him palm her breasts. This was wrong, so wrong! No one had ever touched her like this with the exception of Miroku. No one had a right to touch her like this without her permission! No one, damn it!

“Under different circumstances, I would take my time making love to you, but you've wasted so much time acting like a total bitch that, well… Well this might hurt a little,” he whispered leaning forward so that his hot breath was on her ear.

Flicking out his tongue, Dinshu tasted her flesh as he dragged the tip of the knife down her side to her hip where he effortlessly sliced through her red thong panties. Sitting back, he stared down at her as if memorizing every groove of her body.

The wolf demon lifted the blade to her throat and pressed it firmly into her skin as he allowed his hand…his clawed fingers to trail slowly down over her body to her nest. He palmed her, allowed his fingers to open her maiden's lips as his knee forced her legs apart while he slid two or was it three of his fingers roughly into her, causing her to whimper and cry out in pain.

Sango tried to crawl inside herself. She tried to get lost in a memory of years gone by. She tried to tell herself that if she lay here…if she let him have what he wanted that she'd see her loved ones again. She would see Miroku and her brother again.

She needed to believe that! She needed to be able to believe that!

“You're dry, but don't worry when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing less than an ocean, I promise,” he told her as he pulled his fingers out of her and plunged them viciously into her again.

She cried out in pain as her hips jerked back away from his hand. She felt something inside of her rip…tear. Biting down on her lower lips, her face set in a grimace, she repeatedly told herself not to scream, not to speak, and to take what he gave because she could not let him break her!

He leaned down towards her, flicked his tongue out and licked up the side of her face. And at that moment she wanted to die! At that moment…in that very second and as the world outside that room continued to turn, her world stopped.

“Sango!!!”

Her eyes snapped open, her body stiffening!

Dinshu looked up, bringing the knife up to her throat. No fucking way!! Nobody is supposed to be here!

“Sango, where are you!”

“Miroku!!” she screamed hoarsely as the strength of an unknown force took over her. Pushing, kicking and fighting against her assailant, she forced him up off of her as she shouted, “I'm here! Oh God, I'm here!”

“I'm coming!”

Dinshu heard the footsteps of more than one person-all of them human-and he growled angrily as he pushed up the rest of the way off of her. “Fuck!” Looking as if he was debating on whether he should stay and fight or run, he glared down at her and grinned while licking his bloodied fingers that were previously buried inside her.

“We ain't done, bitch!”

Sango sat up, pushed back towards the wall as she watched him turn and hightail it out of the door at the base of the steps!

Her heart…her soul….her mind broke, cracked, and snapped into a million pieces. The world around her blurred and twisted as her heart throbbed in her chest, as her breathing became labored and heavy. She was hyperventilating, she knew that, but she was powerless to stop it.

Curling up in a ball in the corner, she gripped the pieces of her torn dress, trying to cover herself, as tears streamed down her face, as her mind told her that this wasn't over.

She heard his words…that monster's departing words replay over and over in her mind, “We ain't done, bitch!”

“San… San…go,” Miroku whispered jumping down the last three steps.

Staring at him, she curled further into the corner as if trying to hide herself, as if she was trying to disappear from life itself.

She didn't want him to see her! She didn't want him to look at her and see the filth that that bastard had left on her! She didn't want him to see that she was…she was violated!

He reached for her and her world crumbled into nothingness as she swung out violently at him; hating him, hating herself, and hating that prick for taking what wasn't his to take!

“No don't…don't touch me! Leave me alone!” she screamed, pushing her back into the wall in hopes that it would open up and swallow her. Turning away, she banged her forehead hard against the cement wall and screamed, “Why me? Gods, why me? Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you stop him?” as she tugged and pulled at her matted hair.

Staring down at his fiancé, Miroku didn't know whether she was screaming at him or at the gods themselves, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered, nothing with the exception of making sure that she was alright.

Dropping to the ground beside her, he grabbed her hands and pulled her away from the wall and quickly towards him. He closed his eyes to the large pool of blood that was growing beneath her, and held her close as he whispered sweet words of reassurance in her ear, and promised her that he wouldn't leave her as her body violently trembled, shook, and quaked against his; her heart…her soul shattering…her very being disappearing right before his very own eyes.

Simonkal of Inuy

“Mine”

He heard it as if it was said by someone or something stooping beside him, whispering in his ear, but it didn't make sense; there was no one there…there couldn't have been anyone there, since he was sound asleep, wasn't he?

“Mine”

Inuyasha sat up abruptly; his eyes wide open as he stared around the room looking for the owner of the voice. His heart was hammering within his chest as if he had been having some kind of nightmare. But that couldn't be right, because he couldn't even remember dreaming.

Glancing down at Kagome, who was cuddled beside him, he frowned in thought as he slid out from under the covers and off the bed. Pulling up the sheets around her so that they were tucked tightly under her chin, he adjusted his pajama bottoms moments before making his way into the hallway and towards the guest bathroom.

“Mine”

Inuyasha jumped and spun around ready to fight if need be. Looking for the owner of the voice but finding nothing and no one, he sighed heavily as he ran his clawed fingers through his tussled silver mane.

What the fuck is going on, he thought, backing up and then turning and breaking into a trot the rest of the way to the bathroom that set at the opposite end of his penthouse.

Quickly turning on the cold water, he proceeded to splash his face.

I must be fucking dreaming. I can't…I can't be hearing things! Gods, what's wrong with me? Nothing makes fucking sense anymore!

Gripping the marble sink, he stared at his reflection as he tried to tell himself that he wasn't losing it, he wasn't on the brink of insanity, and that there had to be a rational explanation for what he was hearing…for what was happening to him.

“Mine”, he heard again, and his heart almost stopped as he watched his eyes flash to red then back to gold.

“No, no fucking way! Holy shit!” he hissed, jumping back away from the sink, and bumping into the large hamper that sat near the tub, which fell causing him to reach out for the towel rack in order to steady himself. Unfortunately, under his weight that gave out too, causing him to hit his elbow on the end of the tub as he crumpled to the floor.

“Damn it!” he ground out clutching his throbbing elbow. “Son of a bitch!”

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, the hanyou couldn't stop the ultimate feeling of fear that gripped every inch of his being, telling him that he was losing his mind and that his world as he knew it had just ended.

He didn't like this! He didn't like not being in control and right now…right now, he felt like he was anything, but in control.

He didn't know how he felt where Kagome was concerned, he just knew that the thought of being without her, well, it scared the shit out of him. The thought of her leaving earlier… It was crazy, absolutely and without a doubt nuts, because had she been anyone else, he would've told her to not let the door hit her on the way out!

The reason for them being at his house now… Shit, he hadn't even meant to bring her here after they'd come back from the mountains, but a part of him wanted to prove to her that he was trustworthy, it wanted to prove to her that he wouldn't hurt her.

He still didn't totally understand why she'd flipped out earlier, but he figured that it had something to do with him and the way he was acting immediately after they had had sex. But just like everything else that he wasn't in control of, it was like his mouth had a mind of its own too. Once he was able to coax her back into the house, she refused to move from the living room until he reassured her that he had no regrets and he still wanted to take this friendship one day at a time.

Of course, he said it, every word of it just to appease her, not that it wasn't the truth.

No, he wasn't in control of any aspect of his life, not by any stretch of the imagination. It felt…it felt like he was just along for the fucking ride.

Inuyasha pushed himself to his feet slowly. “Okay, I'm not losing-“

“Inuyasha?” he heard Kagome call out from somewhere near the living room. “Where are you?”

Shuffling out the bathroom, he quickly pulled the door to and replied, “I'm right here,” and started down the hallway, his heart still beating rapidly within his chest. Stepping out of the darkness and up to her, he questioned, “Missed me, wench?”

Narrowing her eyes at him, she reached up and wiped away the water that was dripping from his chin. “What were you doing? I heard a crash.”

“I slipped?” he retorted unsure of exactly how he should respond.

“Okay, but that doesn't explain why you were way down there.”

Staring down at her as she stood a few feet from him wearing one of his white t-shirts, he sighed lightly and admitted, “I had a messed up dream, and I didn't want to wake you, so I went down to the other bathroom.”

Kagome giggled as she reached for his hand and guided him back to the bedroom. “Poor baby had a bad dream; do you want me to tell you a bedtime story or maybe fix you a cup of warm milk?” she questioned facetiously.

Staring at her back, Inuyasha realized that his heart rate almost immediately-upon her touch-went back to normal. As he stared down at her small hand gripping his, he realized that none of it mattered, none of it, at least not right now, because she was here and she was…she would make everything alright.

“Mine?” he muttered to himself as she released his hand and climbed into bed.

“What was that?” Kagome questioned eyeing him carefully.

“No…nothing. Just something I remembered from that weird dream I had,” replied, slipping into bed beside her.

Waiting for her to shift so that she was laying with her head on his chest, her arm draped across his stomach, Inuyasha kissed her forehead and pulled her closer as he allowed his eyes to drift slowly closed while his mind almost immediately became a muddled mess of incoherent whispers of dreams past and yet to come, but one whisper would stand out above all others…one whisper that he wished he hadn't heard at all, “Mine.”

Until Next Time… (Your .02 cents is greatly appreciated!!)

Next Chapter: The Last to Know (Don't let the name fool you)

Acknowledgements:

Nicc85 ~ Tora92 ~ Silverwolfhalfbeast ~ Olddog333 ~ Angel-Up-Above-Heaven ~ Foxylove ~ Mynera ~ Loulou4729 ~ Meru ~ InuGoddess715 ~ Little Miss Lulu (Actually Totosai was talking about Kagome at all, he was just speaking in general) ~ 1love1