InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into The Darkness ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 9 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 282 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 282 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Nope, Don't own InuYasha, Koga, Sesshomaru, or any others when it comes to the cast of InuYasha... Damn, admitting that really sucks.
WARNINGS: This chapter contains material not meant for the faint of heart. If you do not like this type of material then I don't understand why you read anything I write. THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR CHILDRERN!
I bet you never expected an update so soon. Kyah neither was I, but here it is and I didn't want to make you all wait! Would have been up the day after Thanksgiving, but I suddenly got uber busy and didn't get around to it till now! Well there's not much more left to say besides that I can't wait till this story develops more, I've got soooooooooo many ideas that'll just blow you all away!
Thank you for all the reviews left, may not have much much but animegirl007, you rock my socks off you're so hilarious. So this chapter is for you and everyone else who get the tinglies! lol Hope you enjoy!
This chapter's awesome is brought to you by "Lean wit it, Rock wit it" by Dem Franchise boys Ft. Korn. If you haven't listened to it you should because Korn is awesome.
Into The Darkness
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Eight
For Rin being forced to stay in Sesshomaru’s home was like being kidnapped by a demented circus. When Sesshomaru and his younger brother InuYasha weren’t on the cusp of an all out no holds bar death matches and unprovoked violence, InuYasha’s children were pulling every prank in the book and then some. They put the ‘dys’ in dysfunctional, but by the end of her first week as Sesshomaru’s unsaid prisoner, Rin found herself going out of her way to observe their everyday life.
They made her think of old times and at first she went back to her guestroom and laid in the comfortable bed waiting patiently for the tears to escape her eyes and relax her severely cramping stomach, yet they never came. Some times she found herself spacing out for hours at a time - coming to only to find a pair of icy amber eyes watching her intently.
At first Sesshomaru keeping track of her every move was a little weird, but now it was borderline scary. Where ever she went in the large house he’d always manage to show up unexpectedly and each time it grew more awkward to the point that she tried blending in with the other occupants so she could subtly avoid him.
Rin compared his actions to Naraku’s, but it wasn’t Sesshomaru who made her feel insecure. It wasn’t the greatest thing having a full blooded youkai practically stalking her in his own home, but the knowledge that Naraku wasn’t very happy with her kept her from trying to leave. Every night she remembered the way his eyes burned into her from her apartment window, it had been one of the reasons she allowed Sesshomaru to take her where ever he pleased and why she hadn’t let go of him.
The half demon would be biding his time and the many possibilities she’d imagined he might use as a punishment for her made her sick to her stomach and scared her the most. He got into her head so easily and quickly that she refused to go to sleep with the lights off. He was always there in the darkness, lurking like the boogey man and she wasn’t willing to face him and his fury yet.
She’d done everything she could think of to keep herself safe, including snatching a decent sized kitchen knife from the kitchen and hiding it underneath her pillow, her fingers wrapped tightly around the handle just in case. And it was the ‘just in case’ thoughts that wound up getting her into a heap of trouble.
Rin hadn’t grown up being a skittish child, in fact, she’d been the exact opposite; however, she learned pretty quick after Naraku came into the picture to always be on guard. Especially in Sesshomaru’s home she’d had to be alert, if not for him, then for the other members hiding behind doors waiting for the perfect moment.
Then again, that had only been InuYasha trying to teach his twelve year old how to efficiently sneak around and the half demon frightened Rin so badly that when he grabbed her wrist to try laughing it off she switched instantly into self-defense mode and broke his nose with the palm of her free hand.
There had been shouting and cursing, not to mention the blood and Rin had to be practically dragged away by Sesshomaru after many failed attempts to help the less than cheery InuYasha holding his bloodied and broken nose and a hysterically laughing twelve year old.
Oh sure Sesshomaru got a good kick out of it, Rin had seen the laughter and amusement in his eyes for a brief moment, but that, like many other emotions never seemed to stay on his face. It was after that she started sleeping with the kitchen cutlery, she didn’t want to cause more problems, yet she wasn’t willing to be unprotected (even despite Sesshomaru telling her that his home was the safest place to be).
Things never stayed quiet long in the Takahara home, its noise and occupants being the very soul of the large home and just when Rin was beginning to sleep a little heavier she was jolted backing an instant. She’d stopped having nightmares when she was first brought to Sesshomaru’s home and it had been awkward but for Rin it was a godsend and a breath of fresh air.
She was being accepted into a life she believed she would never deserve and then it all changed. It hit her like a tidal wave of pent up emotions and lost feelings and when it came raining down on her, she wasn’t ready with an umbrella to protect herself.
There was fire and snow all around her, she could hear herself screaming, her voice echoing like a broken record. Then she saw him lying in a pool of his own blood, empty eyes staring at her, lifeless eyes that pulled at her.
It couldn’t be happening like this, not again and Rin tried going to him, tried helping him, but something was holding her back. She could feel the heavy overpowering presence and a minute later a hand on her shoulder and her blood ran cold. He was keeping her from saving Kohaku.
Naraku, like a viper in the night and she struggled only to be pulled further away. Jerked so roughly she felt her muscles protesting in agony and she swung her arms trying to fight back.
The hand stopped pulling her and she hear an angry hiss and she waited for the pain to come and when none did Rin opened her closed eyes and found herself in Sesshomaru’s guestroom. Blankets were thrown and tiny droplets of blood danced on the hand that held the sharp kitchen knife she sworn had been underneath her pillow.
Her breathing was ragged and her hair was everywhere making her vision blurry. Rin could only pant staring completely lost at her left hand like it was diseased, she didn’t understand what was going on around her. The crash of a door brought her back to herself, InuYasha’s booming voice demanding what the hell was going on like a thunderclap in an empty room.
“Go back to bed InuYasha,” Sesshomaru’s voice was cold and demanding and hearing it so close made her jump.
She hadn’t seen him staring right next to her until he leaned over her scantly dressed body taking the knife away from her. How? Her brain had taken a permanent vacation and when she felt her nerves calming down, she swallowed the thick lump in her throat before risking a peek at Sesshomaru.
His long silver hair cascaded down his chest and shoulders in perfection, the exposed flesh of his upper torso making her mouth dryer than it had been the moment before. Rin thought she’d died and gone to heaven, well at least until she spotted the line of angry red across his chest.
“Oh my god,” it clicked in her head and she gasped grabbing Sesshomaru’s bicep and pulling herself off the bed. “You’re bleeding!”
“Merely a scratch,” he retorted icily hearing InuYasha’s snort. The hanyou was being ignored and after a moment it was only Rin and Sesshomaru.
“Oh my god,” she repeated wide eyed biting down on her lower lip. “I’m so sorry Sesshomaru it’s all my fault.”
“Yes,” well he wasn’t going to coddle her and pretend like it was an accident. “Yes it is. What may I ask were you doing with a kitchen knife under your pillow Rin? Expecting a home invasion or some serial rapist to come out of the closet?”
A bright red blush stained her cheeks and Sesshomaru decided that someone would have to start counting the cutlery at night. Rin stammered trying to apologize and normally if it had been someone else he would have given them a death glare and plotting something less than pleasant, but he guessed she hadn’t meant to try stabbing him.
He blamed it on her overly expressive eyes why he was being nicer as he let her drag him into the bathroom. It wasn’t because he wanted to have her near him that he let her dab the slowly bleeding slash on his chest, it had to be pity of something else. Sesshomaru didn’t do things like that. He didn’t watch human girls like some kind of child predator.
Sesshomaru wasn’t the kind of youkai who kept tabs on pathetic humans who he deemed as unimportant. And he definitely wasn’t the kind to get light-headed watching the way highlighted hair slipped into Rin’s face, her full lips red and slightly bruised from constant abuse from her teeth.
No, Sesshomaru definitely wasn’t like that, not at all and he tried focusing on other things besides the girl looming over him from his position on the toilet seat lid. He did however, notice how small the bathroom was and how under dressed he suddenly felt. He was half naked, though he didn’t let it go quite unnoticed that so was Rin.
“It won’t happen again,” she had been rambling for who knew how long and for the first time in a long forever, Sesshomaru caught himself not paying adequate attention. “I promise I’ll stop sleeping with weapons--I… I just get scared some times when I’m alone in a strange place. I-I mean it’s just--”
He couldn’t take much more of her and taking a hold of Rin’s hand, Sesshomaru stood up. It wasn’t enough that he still was not as informed about who she was as he would like to be, but that he found himself wanting her. The small bathroom somehow grew smaller and Rin’s large eyes were haunting him, tempting him, and he refused to let her win the little subconscious game of cat and mouse.
“Se-Sesshomaru?” She sounded confused and a little terrified and he felt his resolve breaking.
One moment he was pulling away, figuring out a cold and crude insult to say to Rin and the next he was crushing her against the bathroom wall. His clawed hands holding her wrists and his taut body trapping her with no room for escape as his mouth crashed down over hers in a demanding kiss.
It was something neither of them had been expecting and Rin gasped helplessly feeling Sesshomaru’s leg slide between her thighs teasing her as his mouth roughly devoured her.
Rin melted into his touch, her body slipping into what she thought was shock feeling the cracking of electricity sparking her blood on fire. Her head smacked the wall and she almost whimpered against Sesshomaru’s lips when he abruptly pulled away. Her mind was a little fuzzy glancing up into clouded amber eyes and it was there that she realized that he could be a dangerous youkai.
His clawed hands released her wrists and her breath quickened as his calloused thumb traced the column of her throat. It was an exotically strange feeling that made her knees feel like jelly. “What are you doing to me?”
She had to admit it was a strange question to ask, even for him, but she didn’t know how to reply since she was wondering the same exact thing. Instead of trying to find the right words to say she let him stare at her, his heated gaze traveling down and through her leaving her skin tingling where his touch had been. She didn’t understand the feelings welling up in her stomach, but she knew they weren’t the type to be trusted if left alone.
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To say Naraku was pissed was like saying lighting a man on fire with Carsem oil was a happy holiday event. He was beyond furious and it was only growing sour by the minute.
There were things he expected to be done, rules that had to be followed and Rin wasn’t behaving accordingly. It was as if she was rebuking everything he drilled into her brain for the last sixty some odd years and a little refresher course would have to be brought to her attention.
He didn’t want to cause her pain, yet he loved doing it to no end. His need to break her balanced out everything else because Naraku wasn’t the kind man and he never considered himself to be except when it came to her. He gave her everything she wanted, all it cost was her, but he had delivered hadn’t he?
When the love of her life Kohaku rolled their vehicle wasn’t it Naraku who came to her rescue, saving her from dying? Wasn’t it Naraku who gave her the chance to save Kohaku’s life and when she wasn’t strong enough didn’t he pick up the pieces and give her a killer deal?
Yes, Naraku told himself coolly, he gave Rin Kohaku’s life in exchanged for hers. He did everything in his power and yet she still wanted more from him.
Rin was the selfish one in this mess, she wanted for him to save Kohaku for nothing, just as a kind gesture and let the two of them live their sickeningly innocent lives together. She wanted Naraku to bend over backwards for a stranger and he wasn’t that type of creature. Naraku didn’t do things on the basis of being a good Samaritan because that was a load of naïve bullshit.
Why do something selfless when people would give anything no matter how steep the price for love. Why give away miracles for free when he could milk it for all it was worth and then some? He was a creature of profit and self gain; if nothing was in it for him then why bother with pathetic human trash like her? Rin was no box of heavenly cherries, but she had a certain innocence about her that he wanted to destroy.
He’d spent sixty years pulling her strings like a marionette, tainting her with the darkness and evil he created, yet some how she wasn’t his. The evidence was seeing the way she was behaving when he left her to her own devices. No matter what torture he put her through, she never responded the way he wanted her to, well not until he came into the picture.
The wheels began turning in Naraku’s head the moment he felt the electricity between Sesshomaru and his pet. It was unexpected to say the least, the two of them hadn’t even met, yet Sesshomaru grabbed Rin’s attention with only the sound of his voice. To say it wasn’t interesting was an under exaggeration, the new development was so sickeningly sweet that it made Naraku almost giddy.
Of course he’d originally been angry with his precious Rin at first, she was his after all, but that was okay; he could allow her some freedom. He wanted to see Rin underneath it all, allow her to expose her true weakness and then tear it open and leave her completely broken. He wanted it so badly and the thought of it made his blood tingle and his pants grow exceedingly tighter. The thought of it was just so delicious that he couldn’t contain himself.
“Kagura,” he called, his blood red eyes staring at the wind sorceress a few feet from him, her blank stare going through him. “Kneel.”
Kagura was his as well, a pet that had feel to Seshomaru’s charms, but she was his property, just like Rin. Naraku moved his chair back, his fingers sliding into Kagura’s hair and she did as instructed, her ruby eyes lifeless and empty. All of his toys assumed they had free will, but he knew better because he held all the playing cards, he was the boss.
A content sigh escaped his throat feeling Kagura’s strong silky fingers releasing him from the uncomfortable tightness and he closed his eyes as she went to work. He was allowed to do anything he wanted with his toys. After all they were his property and he made sure they knew it by the marks he left them. They all may not have been visible, but they were there and when he wanted the world to know they were his, the spiders would glow like Christmas lights.
For a moment all thoughts left him as his blood drained to his groin. Kagura always had a way with that mouth of hers and now he had put it to better use. She filled her mouth with him, sucking seductively, bobbing like a well trained whore, and teasing him with her tongue the way a child did a tasty lollipop or delicious popsicle. His nails dug into the back of her scalp and Naraku took her slow speed into his own hands, his hips snapping up and forcing himself deeper down her tight throat.
He could do whatever he wanted to her because she had been a part of him. Kagura was a piece of his imperfections that he had cast from his body easily a half a century before, but he made her. If looked at by a certain angle, Naraku could even go as far as to say that the wind witch was one of his children (and he had a few), and the thought brought a deviant smile to his face.
It was little sick and twisted to think like that while she pleasured him the way only a bitch could, but then again, it wasn’t like he had her bent over his desk stark naked screaming in pain as he took her. That was saved purely for others. Naraku grunted feeling his muscles tense as he came, his breathing ragged and his head lolling to the side feeling her swallowing.
“Go,” he ordered after he was cleaned up and when he was left alone Naraku readjusted himself and zipped his pants. He always did like a little relaxing mouth massage, but now that it was finished he had other things to think about.
Blue eyes watched him as he stood, the black haired wolf emerging from the shadows and following behind Naraku silently. Koga, by far was one of his most loyal toys, not as loyal as his number one, but the wolf was a good runner up for being a lifeless puppet.
Naraku didn’t mind the lack of light as he walked swiftly down the halls, in fact, he rather liked it and he smiled maliciously as he stopped in front of a large double-doored room. In his entire enormous home there were only two locked doors, three if you included Kagura’s, but that wasn’t his doing.
The key was long and old fashioned and like just about everything else he owned the handle was molded into a large spider. It was his trademark after all, it was a part of his past; it was a reminder of Onigumo.
Unlocking the door was easy and Naraku left it open, nobody unwanted would see what was inside so there was no need to be overly cautious. The room was enormous, almost as big as his own, but not quite. Four long overpowering walls were painted bright blood red and no windows to allow any sunlight to seep in. There was no furniture besides an over extravagant arm chair fit for a king. Red leather, but it wasn’t meant for pleasure.
“Kanna,” he spoke standing behind the child like creature with snow white hair and empty black eyes. She was his number one, his holder of all loyalty. She was the nothingness in the darkness and the creature who really controlled everyone’s deepest darkest fears and nightmares. “It’s time.”
The extravagant mirror in her hand shimmered and glowed, the expression on her face never once changing. An image floated onto the mirror and Naraku grinned staring at the creature before him strapped into the leather arm chair like a wild beast. Naraku always loved screwing up everything for everyone else and Sesshomaru was in for a world of hurt when Naraku put his trump cards in place.
E/N: Well people used to say that I had a twisted mind, but in this story it really gets to show its true colors! Don't really know what to say though I know this chapter was one of my favorite to write so far. Naraku just cracks me up!
I don't know when the next chapter will be posted, but once I write it we'll be good to go. We've got two new characters and a few more still left to introduce so hold on to your seats.
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Until next time, Krystal
WARNINGS: This chapter contains material not meant for the faint of heart. If you do not like this type of material then I don't understand why you read anything I write. THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR CHILDRERN!
I bet you never expected an update so soon. Kyah neither was I, but here it is and I didn't want to make you all wait! Would have been up the day after Thanksgiving, but I suddenly got uber busy and didn't get around to it till now! Well there's not much more left to say besides that I can't wait till this story develops more, I've got soooooooooo many ideas that'll just blow you all away!
Thank you for all the reviews left, may not have much much but animegirl007, you rock my socks off you're so hilarious. So this chapter is for you and everyone else who get the tinglies! lol Hope you enjoy!
This chapter's awesome is brought to you by "Lean wit it, Rock wit it" by Dem Franchise boys Ft. Korn. If you haven't listened to it you should because Korn is awesome.
Into The Darkness
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Eight
For Rin being forced to stay in Sesshomaru’s home was like being kidnapped by a demented circus. When Sesshomaru and his younger brother InuYasha weren’t on the cusp of an all out no holds bar death matches and unprovoked violence, InuYasha’s children were pulling every prank in the book and then some. They put the ‘dys’ in dysfunctional, but by the end of her first week as Sesshomaru’s unsaid prisoner, Rin found herself going out of her way to observe their everyday life.
They made her think of old times and at first she went back to her guestroom and laid in the comfortable bed waiting patiently for the tears to escape her eyes and relax her severely cramping stomach, yet they never came. Some times she found herself spacing out for hours at a time - coming to only to find a pair of icy amber eyes watching her intently.
At first Sesshomaru keeping track of her every move was a little weird, but now it was borderline scary. Where ever she went in the large house he’d always manage to show up unexpectedly and each time it grew more awkward to the point that she tried blending in with the other occupants so she could subtly avoid him.
Rin compared his actions to Naraku’s, but it wasn’t Sesshomaru who made her feel insecure. It wasn’t the greatest thing having a full blooded youkai practically stalking her in his own home, but the knowledge that Naraku wasn’t very happy with her kept her from trying to leave. Every night she remembered the way his eyes burned into her from her apartment window, it had been one of the reasons she allowed Sesshomaru to take her where ever he pleased and why she hadn’t let go of him.
The half demon would be biding his time and the many possibilities she’d imagined he might use as a punishment for her made her sick to her stomach and scared her the most. He got into her head so easily and quickly that she refused to go to sleep with the lights off. He was always there in the darkness, lurking like the boogey man and she wasn’t willing to face him and his fury yet.
She’d done everything she could think of to keep herself safe, including snatching a decent sized kitchen knife from the kitchen and hiding it underneath her pillow, her fingers wrapped tightly around the handle just in case. And it was the ‘just in case’ thoughts that wound up getting her into a heap of trouble.
Rin hadn’t grown up being a skittish child, in fact, she’d been the exact opposite; however, she learned pretty quick after Naraku came into the picture to always be on guard. Especially in Sesshomaru’s home she’d had to be alert, if not for him, then for the other members hiding behind doors waiting for the perfect moment.
Then again, that had only been InuYasha trying to teach his twelve year old how to efficiently sneak around and the half demon frightened Rin so badly that when he grabbed her wrist to try laughing it off she switched instantly into self-defense mode and broke his nose with the palm of her free hand.
There had been shouting and cursing, not to mention the blood and Rin had to be practically dragged away by Sesshomaru after many failed attempts to help the less than cheery InuYasha holding his bloodied and broken nose and a hysterically laughing twelve year old.
Oh sure Sesshomaru got a good kick out of it, Rin had seen the laughter and amusement in his eyes for a brief moment, but that, like many other emotions never seemed to stay on his face. It was after that she started sleeping with the kitchen cutlery, she didn’t want to cause more problems, yet she wasn’t willing to be unprotected (even despite Sesshomaru telling her that his home was the safest place to be).
Things never stayed quiet long in the Takahara home, its noise and occupants being the very soul of the large home and just when Rin was beginning to sleep a little heavier she was jolted backing an instant. She’d stopped having nightmares when she was first brought to Sesshomaru’s home and it had been awkward but for Rin it was a godsend and a breath of fresh air.
She was being accepted into a life she believed she would never deserve and then it all changed. It hit her like a tidal wave of pent up emotions and lost feelings and when it came raining down on her, she wasn’t ready with an umbrella to protect herself.
There was fire and snow all around her, she could hear herself screaming, her voice echoing like a broken record. Then she saw him lying in a pool of his own blood, empty eyes staring at her, lifeless eyes that pulled at her.
It couldn’t be happening like this, not again and Rin tried going to him, tried helping him, but something was holding her back. She could feel the heavy overpowering presence and a minute later a hand on her shoulder and her blood ran cold. He was keeping her from saving Kohaku.
Naraku, like a viper in the night and she struggled only to be pulled further away. Jerked so roughly she felt her muscles protesting in agony and she swung her arms trying to fight back.
The hand stopped pulling her and she hear an angry hiss and she waited for the pain to come and when none did Rin opened her closed eyes and found herself in Sesshomaru’s guestroom. Blankets were thrown and tiny droplets of blood danced on the hand that held the sharp kitchen knife she sworn had been underneath her pillow.
Her breathing was ragged and her hair was everywhere making her vision blurry. Rin could only pant staring completely lost at her left hand like it was diseased, she didn’t understand what was going on around her. The crash of a door brought her back to herself, InuYasha’s booming voice demanding what the hell was going on like a thunderclap in an empty room.
“Go back to bed InuYasha,” Sesshomaru’s voice was cold and demanding and hearing it so close made her jump.
She hadn’t seen him staring right next to her until he leaned over her scantly dressed body taking the knife away from her. How? Her brain had taken a permanent vacation and when she felt her nerves calming down, she swallowed the thick lump in her throat before risking a peek at Sesshomaru.
His long silver hair cascaded down his chest and shoulders in perfection, the exposed flesh of his upper torso making her mouth dryer than it had been the moment before. Rin thought she’d died and gone to heaven, well at least until she spotted the line of angry red across his chest.
“Oh my god,” it clicked in her head and she gasped grabbing Sesshomaru’s bicep and pulling herself off the bed. “You’re bleeding!”
“Merely a scratch,” he retorted icily hearing InuYasha’s snort. The hanyou was being ignored and after a moment it was only Rin and Sesshomaru.
“Oh my god,” she repeated wide eyed biting down on her lower lip. “I’m so sorry Sesshomaru it’s all my fault.”
“Yes,” well he wasn’t going to coddle her and pretend like it was an accident. “Yes it is. What may I ask were you doing with a kitchen knife under your pillow Rin? Expecting a home invasion or some serial rapist to come out of the closet?”
A bright red blush stained her cheeks and Sesshomaru decided that someone would have to start counting the cutlery at night. Rin stammered trying to apologize and normally if it had been someone else he would have given them a death glare and plotting something less than pleasant, but he guessed she hadn’t meant to try stabbing him.
He blamed it on her overly expressive eyes why he was being nicer as he let her drag him into the bathroom. It wasn’t because he wanted to have her near him that he let her dab the slowly bleeding slash on his chest, it had to be pity of something else. Sesshomaru didn’t do things like that. He didn’t watch human girls like some kind of child predator.
Sesshomaru wasn’t the kind of youkai who kept tabs on pathetic humans who he deemed as unimportant. And he definitely wasn’t the kind to get light-headed watching the way highlighted hair slipped into Rin’s face, her full lips red and slightly bruised from constant abuse from her teeth.
No, Sesshomaru definitely wasn’t like that, not at all and he tried focusing on other things besides the girl looming over him from his position on the toilet seat lid. He did however, notice how small the bathroom was and how under dressed he suddenly felt. He was half naked, though he didn’t let it go quite unnoticed that so was Rin.
“It won’t happen again,” she had been rambling for who knew how long and for the first time in a long forever, Sesshomaru caught himself not paying adequate attention. “I promise I’ll stop sleeping with weapons--I… I just get scared some times when I’m alone in a strange place. I-I mean it’s just--”
He couldn’t take much more of her and taking a hold of Rin’s hand, Sesshomaru stood up. It wasn’t enough that he still was not as informed about who she was as he would like to be, but that he found himself wanting her. The small bathroom somehow grew smaller and Rin’s large eyes were haunting him, tempting him, and he refused to let her win the little subconscious game of cat and mouse.
“Se-Sesshomaru?” She sounded confused and a little terrified and he felt his resolve breaking.
One moment he was pulling away, figuring out a cold and crude insult to say to Rin and the next he was crushing her against the bathroom wall. His clawed hands holding her wrists and his taut body trapping her with no room for escape as his mouth crashed down over hers in a demanding kiss.
It was something neither of them had been expecting and Rin gasped helplessly feeling Sesshomaru’s leg slide between her thighs teasing her as his mouth roughly devoured her.
Rin melted into his touch, her body slipping into what she thought was shock feeling the cracking of electricity sparking her blood on fire. Her head smacked the wall and she almost whimpered against Sesshomaru’s lips when he abruptly pulled away. Her mind was a little fuzzy glancing up into clouded amber eyes and it was there that she realized that he could be a dangerous youkai.
His clawed hands released her wrists and her breath quickened as his calloused thumb traced the column of her throat. It was an exotically strange feeling that made her knees feel like jelly. “What are you doing to me?”
She had to admit it was a strange question to ask, even for him, but she didn’t know how to reply since she was wondering the same exact thing. Instead of trying to find the right words to say she let him stare at her, his heated gaze traveling down and through her leaving her skin tingling where his touch had been. She didn’t understand the feelings welling up in her stomach, but she knew they weren’t the type to be trusted if left alone.
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To say Naraku was pissed was like saying lighting a man on fire with Carsem oil was a happy holiday event. He was beyond furious and it was only growing sour by the minute.
There were things he expected to be done, rules that had to be followed and Rin wasn’t behaving accordingly. It was as if she was rebuking everything he drilled into her brain for the last sixty some odd years and a little refresher course would have to be brought to her attention.
He didn’t want to cause her pain, yet he loved doing it to no end. His need to break her balanced out everything else because Naraku wasn’t the kind man and he never considered himself to be except when it came to her. He gave her everything she wanted, all it cost was her, but he had delivered hadn’t he?
When the love of her life Kohaku rolled their vehicle wasn’t it Naraku who came to her rescue, saving her from dying? Wasn’t it Naraku who gave her the chance to save Kohaku’s life and when she wasn’t strong enough didn’t he pick up the pieces and give her a killer deal?
Yes, Naraku told himself coolly, he gave Rin Kohaku’s life in exchanged for hers. He did everything in his power and yet she still wanted more from him.
Rin was the selfish one in this mess, she wanted for him to save Kohaku for nothing, just as a kind gesture and let the two of them live their sickeningly innocent lives together. She wanted Naraku to bend over backwards for a stranger and he wasn’t that type of creature. Naraku didn’t do things on the basis of being a good Samaritan because that was a load of naïve bullshit.
Why do something selfless when people would give anything no matter how steep the price for love. Why give away miracles for free when he could milk it for all it was worth and then some? He was a creature of profit and self gain; if nothing was in it for him then why bother with pathetic human trash like her? Rin was no box of heavenly cherries, but she had a certain innocence about her that he wanted to destroy.
He’d spent sixty years pulling her strings like a marionette, tainting her with the darkness and evil he created, yet some how she wasn’t his. The evidence was seeing the way she was behaving when he left her to her own devices. No matter what torture he put her through, she never responded the way he wanted her to, well not until he came into the picture.
The wheels began turning in Naraku’s head the moment he felt the electricity between Sesshomaru and his pet. It was unexpected to say the least, the two of them hadn’t even met, yet Sesshomaru grabbed Rin’s attention with only the sound of his voice. To say it wasn’t interesting was an under exaggeration, the new development was so sickeningly sweet that it made Naraku almost giddy.
Of course he’d originally been angry with his precious Rin at first, she was his after all, but that was okay; he could allow her some freedom. He wanted to see Rin underneath it all, allow her to expose her true weakness and then tear it open and leave her completely broken. He wanted it so badly and the thought of it made his blood tingle and his pants grow exceedingly tighter. The thought of it was just so delicious that he couldn’t contain himself.
“Kagura,” he called, his blood red eyes staring at the wind sorceress a few feet from him, her blank stare going through him. “Kneel.”
Kagura was his as well, a pet that had feel to Seshomaru’s charms, but she was his property, just like Rin. Naraku moved his chair back, his fingers sliding into Kagura’s hair and she did as instructed, her ruby eyes lifeless and empty. All of his toys assumed they had free will, but he knew better because he held all the playing cards, he was the boss.
A content sigh escaped his throat feeling Kagura’s strong silky fingers releasing him from the uncomfortable tightness and he closed his eyes as she went to work. He was allowed to do anything he wanted with his toys. After all they were his property and he made sure they knew it by the marks he left them. They all may not have been visible, but they were there and when he wanted the world to know they were his, the spiders would glow like Christmas lights.
For a moment all thoughts left him as his blood drained to his groin. Kagura always had a way with that mouth of hers and now he had put it to better use. She filled her mouth with him, sucking seductively, bobbing like a well trained whore, and teasing him with her tongue the way a child did a tasty lollipop or delicious popsicle. His nails dug into the back of her scalp and Naraku took her slow speed into his own hands, his hips snapping up and forcing himself deeper down her tight throat.
He could do whatever he wanted to her because she had been a part of him. Kagura was a piece of his imperfections that he had cast from his body easily a half a century before, but he made her. If looked at by a certain angle, Naraku could even go as far as to say that the wind witch was one of his children (and he had a few), and the thought brought a deviant smile to his face.
It was little sick and twisted to think like that while she pleasured him the way only a bitch could, but then again, it wasn’t like he had her bent over his desk stark naked screaming in pain as he took her. That was saved purely for others. Naraku grunted feeling his muscles tense as he came, his breathing ragged and his head lolling to the side feeling her swallowing.
“Go,” he ordered after he was cleaned up and when he was left alone Naraku readjusted himself and zipped his pants. He always did like a little relaxing mouth massage, but now that it was finished he had other things to think about.
Blue eyes watched him as he stood, the black haired wolf emerging from the shadows and following behind Naraku silently. Koga, by far was one of his most loyal toys, not as loyal as his number one, but the wolf was a good runner up for being a lifeless puppet.
Naraku didn’t mind the lack of light as he walked swiftly down the halls, in fact, he rather liked it and he smiled maliciously as he stopped in front of a large double-doored room. In his entire enormous home there were only two locked doors, three if you included Kagura’s, but that wasn’t his doing.
The key was long and old fashioned and like just about everything else he owned the handle was molded into a large spider. It was his trademark after all, it was a part of his past; it was a reminder of Onigumo.
Unlocking the door was easy and Naraku left it open, nobody unwanted would see what was inside so there was no need to be overly cautious. The room was enormous, almost as big as his own, but not quite. Four long overpowering walls were painted bright blood red and no windows to allow any sunlight to seep in. There was no furniture besides an over extravagant arm chair fit for a king. Red leather, but it wasn’t meant for pleasure.
“Kanna,” he spoke standing behind the child like creature with snow white hair and empty black eyes. She was his number one, his holder of all loyalty. She was the nothingness in the darkness and the creature who really controlled everyone’s deepest darkest fears and nightmares. “It’s time.”
The extravagant mirror in her hand shimmered and glowed, the expression on her face never once changing. An image floated onto the mirror and Naraku grinned staring at the creature before him strapped into the leather arm chair like a wild beast. Naraku always loved screwing up everything for everyone else and Sesshomaru was in for a world of hurt when Naraku put his trump cards in place.
E/N: Well people used to say that I had a twisted mind, but in this story it really gets to show its true colors! Don't really know what to say though I know this chapter was one of my favorite to write so far. Naraku just cracks me up!
I don't know when the next chapter will be posted, but once I write it we'll be good to go. We've got two new characters and a few more still left to introduce so hold on to your seats.
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