InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into The Darkness ❯ Chapter Fourteen ( Chapter 15 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.13.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.13.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything, don't make money off of this. I might have gone crazy, but at least I know that this disclaimer is true... sigh
I wasn't expecting this to be the story I worked on, though I'm thuroughly impressed with it. I wasn't sure how to do this chapter, but I've been plotting it since the beginning of the story. I love to torement the cast of InuYasha... and thanks to Quillwing717 for getting me back into reading Inu-fanfiction... lol my estranged past-time
WARNINGS: Torture, evilness--more torture, and angst. Sexual situations, if you do not like.. then wtf are you reading this story for? o.O
This story is brought to you by "Love the way you Lie" by Eminem featuring Rhianna... it has prooved to be my creepy-torture muse.
Into The Darkness
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Fourteen
His plans never went in the direction he wanted them to, never unfolded in a direction that he guessed it would, and yet, this time he was glad that it had been different. A cruel smile tilted on his face as pain-filled screams filled the room around him, he was tickled pink they had fallen through. His plan had merely been to bring the proud Inu-youkai to his knees, to destroy him and now, now he would be completely obliterated. By the time he was done, there would be nothing left of Sesshomaru besides unidentifiable scraps and lumps of flesh and he pushed back the hysterical laughing aching to bubble in his throat.
This was turning out to be better, and his teeth pulled on his lower lip as his hand grazed exposed and bloody flesh, tracing the line of muscle and bone almost seductively. Kagura had betrayed him, not that he was too surprised; however, her traitorous actions deserved punishment and this would be something he burned into the back of her mind. She kneeled in front of him, her body void of all clothing, she didn’t need to be modest after all, it wasn’t like he had seen every inch of her, touched every piece of flesh she had and a familiar ache simmered in his abdomen.
She trembled below him, her arms outstretch enough to pull muscles, chains cutting into the skin of her wrists and pulling her still, there would be no slack for creatures like her. Kagura could have been useful to him, she had been, but women were weak. They had feelings, weaknesses and when she had gone against his wishes and cared about Sesshomaru he exploited it. They both were proud creatures, powerful creatures and he had laughed the entire time as he played with her strings, he was the puppeteer, and she merely an ugly useless puppet. Of course, Sesshomaru was not the type to bite to such a small threat, not when Kagura hadn’t been able to ensnare the dog demon and that had disappointed Naraku.
Disappointment was okay though, he could understand she was too weak, too much of a woman to be able to follow through with her orders, he would have been able to easily forgive her since she had managed to get under Sesshomaru’s fingertips, even if only a tiny bit. Only, the disappointment only grew bigger as Kagura fought back against him almost underhandedly. She had been becoming an eyesore, cocky and arrogant and he had taken it to heart when she first tried to disappear from his side. He could allow her some freedom, that was understandable as well, she was a creature of the wind and instincts were demanded to be listened to.
She belonged to him nonetheless, owed her every breath to him and he did not take kindly to her behavior. He honestly enjoyed the push and pull relationship he shared with Kagura, thoroughly enjoyed breaking her, showing her that no matter what she tried, or plotted he would always remain the superior being. It was only comical that he was a half-breed compared to her untainted blood. He held her heart in the palm of his hand and he could crush her if the mood fit him and there were times he had to remind her of that small tidbit, this time being one that could not be ignored.
The handle of the small knife he held in his hand was slick in his hold and he licked his lips as he stared down at the redness coating both dull blade and his hand. He pushed it against the angry bleeding flesh of her skin, the tip digging into her flesh and drawing down at his whim, more screams erupting from Kagura’s throat as her blood pooled around her knees and slipped down her naked flesh. The sounds were like music to his ears, the way her cries of pain and the sound of the metal clinking of the chains as they groaned against the stress.
The white tile was stained red and pink, his expensive shoes swimming in the congealing liquid, his dress slacks ruined, but for pleasure so he was not put out by the later cost. No tears had fallen from the wind witch’s eyes and that’s really what he was striving for. He already knew she could endure torture, it was his specialty after all, but she was proving to be oddly more difficult. He wanted to break her and he would, oh how he would make her realize she was nothing and then, well then that would be the end of Kagura. She no longer had a purpose in plans, she was expendable and he felt his cock harden as he split more skin with the blade of his knife, Kagura’s voice doing things to him that, to a more sane being would have been disturbing.
Kagura was, for arguments sake his daughter in a crude manner of speaking. He had carved her out of his imperfections, out of his very flesh and she was of his blood, he had made her, if only unconventionally. It made him laugh to think about it, because she had been apart of him at one point so could it be seen more or less as self-love? Enjoying his silent musings and commending his creativeness, Naraku wanted more now that her blood had lost his attention. He had further still to go before there would be nothing left but an empty husk to the woman in front of him and kneeling behind her he felt his body twitch in anticipation as he touched her almost gently.
Her body flinched away from him, his fingertips skating over the bud of her nipples, the cold temperature making them tightened peaks of pleasure, or torture depending on which way it was looked at. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath heavy and hot as his body molded to her flesh, his need staining against his slacks to touch her.
“Spread your legs Kagura,” his whispered seductively, not ignoring the shudder that ran through her body as his hand trailed down her abdomen and probed her, his fingers slipping inside her.
He wasn’t gentle when she complied, not while dishing out her punishment and before the night was over he would take her with his need just as roughly as his fingers were. There would never be a malicious thought in that conniving brain of hers when he was done, but there would be thoughts.
“Do you want to know my plans?” He panted into her ear as he stretched her, plunged into her, her soft cries of protest fueling him on further. “Do you really want to know what I have in store for you?”
“P-please,” his need ached at her sobbed plea, he was close, so close into destroying her and he licked his lips with anticipation. He wished he had set up a camera so he could enjoy this later, it would have made for a good laugh at a later date.
“The end is coming love,” he was making things up as the raced over his mind and it was almost too much for him. “I’ll let you see Sesshomaru again, let him see you and she’ll be there, staring at you, judging you… You were never good enough for him Kagura, but Rin is. He’s chosen her over you, but I’ll make sure he never forgets who you are. He’ll remember your name, I promise you.”
Tightening the hold on the handle of the knife he held he plunged it down, burying the metal into the flesh of Kagura’s thigh. Her anguish did things to him, her glass-shattering screams as he pushed the blade deeper into until it was fully sheathed. He would never grow tired of this, never, yet the fun could only go so far. Naraku would kill Kagura before she became too pathetic, too broken and he released his hold on the knife as better thoughts clouded his mind. It was time to release himself, to finish her punishment and he wouldn’t hold back.
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She had finally started getting comfortable in her own skin again. Life continued on beyond the heartbreak and the lies and somehow she managed to pick up the pieces and begin anew. Things were falling into place and she felt right. It had been weeks since the incident with Kagura and Naraku, weeks since she had felt the darkness crawling at her, endless pain suffocating and she had her new family to thank for it. InuYasha and Kagome, they really weren’t her family, not in any legal or spiritual sense, but she cared for them the way she had Miroku and Sango all those years ago. They were feelings, like most she experienced, she thought had been lost and they helped her during the darkest part of the night.
Sesshomaru was around more, his beautiful amber eyes constantly watching her from where ever he was, always analyzing, calculating, though never cold and it warmed her in a way she never thought possible. It was safe to say that she had fallen in love with Sesshomaru, totally and completely and though she knew there was no way it could last forever, she desperately wished it would.
This morning had been a prime example of how differently everything had become, how peaceful and pleasant it was and it made her sigh dreamily. Sesshomaru had been warmer than usual as she dressed, his hands gently brushing hers aside and easily buttoning up her blouse, his fingertips teasing her and she hadn’t been able to fight back the blush that dusted over her cheeks at his inquiring gaze.
Normally he was reserved and it was no different, but then again at the same time it was a moment he showed her that had her forgetting the secrets locked up in her mind, chained and buried in a place she had no intention of showing. She loved Sesshomaru, but she was selfish too and she knew deep down that whatever feelings the creature in front of her had would be erased and filled by hatred and that wasn’t something she was able to think about.
He had gotten underneath her skin, buried himself deep within the whole where her heart was and forced her to live again. Admittedly she could have been content with her existence before Sesshomaru, she would have lived her hell---her eternity in the darkness without complaint without the knowledge of everything Sesshomaru gave her, but now she was so thoroughly screwed that it kept her awake at nights. Naraku wasn’t the type of man to keep hidden in the shadows for long, he wouldn’t let her live with Sesshomaru peacefully and she dreaded the day he came for her because it would Sesshomaru that destroyed her world.
“Rin come,” Sesshomaru’s cool voice lifted her from her thoughts and she smiled up at him and nodded following him.
She had taken to walking at his side, her fingers inches away from his, aching to hold them and though she fought down the urge, today she gathered up what little courage she had and crossed the distance, lacing her small fingers with his larger ones. His step faltered for a second, almost unnoticeable, but Rin had spent days watching him, learning him and she spared a hesitant glance at him hoping not to find rejection in his eyes.
It was a comforting feeling, his hand squeezing hers and she let loose the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. There had been no declarations of love from Sesshomaru, nothing to key her into what he felt for her, but the touches and the clouded look in his amber eyes let her know that he cared, even if only a little. That was enough for her.
“Oh dear is that a person?” A feminine voice caught Rin’s attention and curiously her eyes slid up the side of the building in front of her, the glass reflecting the harsh sun and blinding her. It took her eyes a moment to adjust and when they had, her heart sunk into her stomach.
It was a person. It was at least twelve stories from the sidewalk to the top of the building and though she could not make out a face, or a gender for that matter, she could feel the air being squeezed from her lungs. Time didn’t stand still as surprised cries sounded all around them, Rin’s hand holding Sesshomaru’s in a death grip as the person slipped off the edge. Arms were outstretched, clothing flapping in the wind and Rin flinched violently as the person smashed into the ground a few feet from her, the body bouncing before it remained unmoving.
Blood slipped out from underneath the broken body and Rin didn’t notice that it was her screams she was hearing until strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her away. She could see the red blood reaching for her, slowly growing closer and she screamed louder. Kagura’s lifeless eyes stared at her, taunting her and condemning her as the wind witch’s hand reached for her.
“Rin!” Sesshomaru’s voice grew and she ignored him, her eyes staring at Kagura’s dead body. She couldn’t stop herself, she was being punished.
Naraku was giving her a sign that he was unpleased and that he would be dishing out her just deserts. Rin was no longer safe with Sesshomaru, she wasn’t safe anywhere and neither was her unborn child.
“No,” She sobbed into Sesshomaru’s chest as he forced her away from the scene, her knuckles white and her entire body trembling. “Oh god please no…”
E/N: THANKYOU to everyone who reads, likes, and reviews this story! I appreciate every one of you and would bake you cookies if it wouldn't make you violently ill... lol
I wasn't expecting this to be the story I worked on, though I'm thuroughly impressed with it. I wasn't sure how to do this chapter, but I've been plotting it since the beginning of the story. I love to torement the cast of InuYasha... and thanks to Quillwing717 for getting me back into reading Inu-fanfiction... lol my estranged past-time
WARNINGS: Torture, evilness--more torture, and angst. Sexual situations, if you do not like.. then wtf are you reading this story for? o.O
This story is brought to you by "Love the way you Lie" by Eminem featuring Rhianna... it has prooved to be my creepy-torture muse.
Into The Darkness
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Fourteen
His plans never went in the direction he wanted them to, never unfolded in a direction that he guessed it would, and yet, this time he was glad that it had been different. A cruel smile tilted on his face as pain-filled screams filled the room around him, he was tickled pink they had fallen through. His plan had merely been to bring the proud Inu-youkai to his knees, to destroy him and now, now he would be completely obliterated. By the time he was done, there would be nothing left of Sesshomaru besides unidentifiable scraps and lumps of flesh and he pushed back the hysterical laughing aching to bubble in his throat.
This was turning out to be better, and his teeth pulled on his lower lip as his hand grazed exposed and bloody flesh, tracing the line of muscle and bone almost seductively. Kagura had betrayed him, not that he was too surprised; however, her traitorous actions deserved punishment and this would be something he burned into the back of her mind. She kneeled in front of him, her body void of all clothing, she didn’t need to be modest after all, it wasn’t like he had seen every inch of her, touched every piece of flesh she had and a familiar ache simmered in his abdomen.
She trembled below him, her arms outstretch enough to pull muscles, chains cutting into the skin of her wrists and pulling her still, there would be no slack for creatures like her. Kagura could have been useful to him, she had been, but women were weak. They had feelings, weaknesses and when she had gone against his wishes and cared about Sesshomaru he exploited it. They both were proud creatures, powerful creatures and he had laughed the entire time as he played with her strings, he was the puppeteer, and she merely an ugly useless puppet. Of course, Sesshomaru was not the type to bite to such a small threat, not when Kagura hadn’t been able to ensnare the dog demon and that had disappointed Naraku.
Disappointment was okay though, he could understand she was too weak, too much of a woman to be able to follow through with her orders, he would have been able to easily forgive her since she had managed to get under Sesshomaru’s fingertips, even if only a tiny bit. Only, the disappointment only grew bigger as Kagura fought back against him almost underhandedly. She had been becoming an eyesore, cocky and arrogant and he had taken it to heart when she first tried to disappear from his side. He could allow her some freedom, that was understandable as well, she was a creature of the wind and instincts were demanded to be listened to.
She belonged to him nonetheless, owed her every breath to him and he did not take kindly to her behavior. He honestly enjoyed the push and pull relationship he shared with Kagura, thoroughly enjoyed breaking her, showing her that no matter what she tried, or plotted he would always remain the superior being. It was only comical that he was a half-breed compared to her untainted blood. He held her heart in the palm of his hand and he could crush her if the mood fit him and there were times he had to remind her of that small tidbit, this time being one that could not be ignored.
The handle of the small knife he held in his hand was slick in his hold and he licked his lips as he stared down at the redness coating both dull blade and his hand. He pushed it against the angry bleeding flesh of her skin, the tip digging into her flesh and drawing down at his whim, more screams erupting from Kagura’s throat as her blood pooled around her knees and slipped down her naked flesh. The sounds were like music to his ears, the way her cries of pain and the sound of the metal clinking of the chains as they groaned against the stress.
The white tile was stained red and pink, his expensive shoes swimming in the congealing liquid, his dress slacks ruined, but for pleasure so he was not put out by the later cost. No tears had fallen from the wind witch’s eyes and that’s really what he was striving for. He already knew she could endure torture, it was his specialty after all, but she was proving to be oddly more difficult. He wanted to break her and he would, oh how he would make her realize she was nothing and then, well then that would be the end of Kagura. She no longer had a purpose in plans, she was expendable and he felt his cock harden as he split more skin with the blade of his knife, Kagura’s voice doing things to him that, to a more sane being would have been disturbing.
Kagura was, for arguments sake his daughter in a crude manner of speaking. He had carved her out of his imperfections, out of his very flesh and she was of his blood, he had made her, if only unconventionally. It made him laugh to think about it, because she had been apart of him at one point so could it be seen more or less as self-love? Enjoying his silent musings and commending his creativeness, Naraku wanted more now that her blood had lost his attention. He had further still to go before there would be nothing left but an empty husk to the woman in front of him and kneeling behind her he felt his body twitch in anticipation as he touched her almost gently.
Her body flinched away from him, his fingertips skating over the bud of her nipples, the cold temperature making them tightened peaks of pleasure, or torture depending on which way it was looked at. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath heavy and hot as his body molded to her flesh, his need staining against his slacks to touch her.
“Spread your legs Kagura,” his whispered seductively, not ignoring the shudder that ran through her body as his hand trailed down her abdomen and probed her, his fingers slipping inside her.
He wasn’t gentle when she complied, not while dishing out her punishment and before the night was over he would take her with his need just as roughly as his fingers were. There would never be a malicious thought in that conniving brain of hers when he was done, but there would be thoughts.
“Do you want to know my plans?” He panted into her ear as he stretched her, plunged into her, her soft cries of protest fueling him on further. “Do you really want to know what I have in store for you?”
“P-please,” his need ached at her sobbed plea, he was close, so close into destroying her and he licked his lips with anticipation. He wished he had set up a camera so he could enjoy this later, it would have made for a good laugh at a later date.
“The end is coming love,” he was making things up as the raced over his mind and it was almost too much for him. “I’ll let you see Sesshomaru again, let him see you and she’ll be there, staring at you, judging you… You were never good enough for him Kagura, but Rin is. He’s chosen her over you, but I’ll make sure he never forgets who you are. He’ll remember your name, I promise you.”
Tightening the hold on the handle of the knife he held he plunged it down, burying the metal into the flesh of Kagura’s thigh. Her anguish did things to him, her glass-shattering screams as he pushed the blade deeper into until it was fully sheathed. He would never grow tired of this, never, yet the fun could only go so far. Naraku would kill Kagura before she became too pathetic, too broken and he released his hold on the knife as better thoughts clouded his mind. It was time to release himself, to finish her punishment and he wouldn’t hold back.
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She had finally started getting comfortable in her own skin again. Life continued on beyond the heartbreak and the lies and somehow she managed to pick up the pieces and begin anew. Things were falling into place and she felt right. It had been weeks since the incident with Kagura and Naraku, weeks since she had felt the darkness crawling at her, endless pain suffocating and she had her new family to thank for it. InuYasha and Kagome, they really weren’t her family, not in any legal or spiritual sense, but she cared for them the way she had Miroku and Sango all those years ago. They were feelings, like most she experienced, she thought had been lost and they helped her during the darkest part of the night.
Sesshomaru was around more, his beautiful amber eyes constantly watching her from where ever he was, always analyzing, calculating, though never cold and it warmed her in a way she never thought possible. It was safe to say that she had fallen in love with Sesshomaru, totally and completely and though she knew there was no way it could last forever, she desperately wished it would.
This morning had been a prime example of how differently everything had become, how peaceful and pleasant it was and it made her sigh dreamily. Sesshomaru had been warmer than usual as she dressed, his hands gently brushing hers aside and easily buttoning up her blouse, his fingertips teasing her and she hadn’t been able to fight back the blush that dusted over her cheeks at his inquiring gaze.
Normally he was reserved and it was no different, but then again at the same time it was a moment he showed her that had her forgetting the secrets locked up in her mind, chained and buried in a place she had no intention of showing. She loved Sesshomaru, but she was selfish too and she knew deep down that whatever feelings the creature in front of her had would be erased and filled by hatred and that wasn’t something she was able to think about.
He had gotten underneath her skin, buried himself deep within the whole where her heart was and forced her to live again. Admittedly she could have been content with her existence before Sesshomaru, she would have lived her hell---her eternity in the darkness without complaint without the knowledge of everything Sesshomaru gave her, but now she was so thoroughly screwed that it kept her awake at nights. Naraku wasn’t the type of man to keep hidden in the shadows for long, he wouldn’t let her live with Sesshomaru peacefully and she dreaded the day he came for her because it would Sesshomaru that destroyed her world.
“Rin come,” Sesshomaru’s cool voice lifted her from her thoughts and she smiled up at him and nodded following him.
She had taken to walking at his side, her fingers inches away from his, aching to hold them and though she fought down the urge, today she gathered up what little courage she had and crossed the distance, lacing her small fingers with his larger ones. His step faltered for a second, almost unnoticeable, but Rin had spent days watching him, learning him and she spared a hesitant glance at him hoping not to find rejection in his eyes.
It was a comforting feeling, his hand squeezing hers and she let loose the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. There had been no declarations of love from Sesshomaru, nothing to key her into what he felt for her, but the touches and the clouded look in his amber eyes let her know that he cared, even if only a little. That was enough for her.
“Oh dear is that a person?” A feminine voice caught Rin’s attention and curiously her eyes slid up the side of the building in front of her, the glass reflecting the harsh sun and blinding her. It took her eyes a moment to adjust and when they had, her heart sunk into her stomach.
It was a person. It was at least twelve stories from the sidewalk to the top of the building and though she could not make out a face, or a gender for that matter, she could feel the air being squeezed from her lungs. Time didn’t stand still as surprised cries sounded all around them, Rin’s hand holding Sesshomaru’s in a death grip as the person slipped off the edge. Arms were outstretched, clothing flapping in the wind and Rin flinched violently as the person smashed into the ground a few feet from her, the body bouncing before it remained unmoving.
Blood slipped out from underneath the broken body and Rin didn’t notice that it was her screams she was hearing until strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her away. She could see the red blood reaching for her, slowly growing closer and she screamed louder. Kagura’s lifeless eyes stared at her, taunting her and condemning her as the wind witch’s hand reached for her.
“Rin!” Sesshomaru’s voice grew and she ignored him, her eyes staring at Kagura’s dead body. She couldn’t stop herself, she was being punished.
Naraku was giving her a sign that he was unpleased and that he would be dishing out her just deserts. Rin was no longer safe with Sesshomaru, she wasn’t safe anywhere and neither was her unborn child.
“No,” She sobbed into Sesshomaru’s chest as he forced her away from the scene, her knuckles white and her entire body trembling. “Oh god please no…”
E/N: THANKYOU to everyone who reads, likes, and reviews this story! I appreciate every one of you and would bake you cookies if it wouldn't make you violently ill... lol