InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learning to Live Again ❯ House of Pain ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: I'm trying to keep Kikyo and Sesshomaru in character as much as I can. It's important to keep in mind that we really don't know too much about Sesshomaru and next to nothing about Kikyo (I've read all the manga released by VIZ up to this point and seen every episode of the anime except for episodes 107-141 and all but the fourth movie). Okay, let me rephrase that before I get enough flames to ignite my house, while Kikyo and Sesshomaru do play a decent role in Inuyasha, they are fairly shady. They don't travel with Inuyasha and his group, so we don't know what they are doing when they aren't in an anime episode or manga scroll. We know Kikyo is portrayed as cold and hateful, but I will be using that façade as her defense mechanism. We also know that Sesshomaru cares for Rin in some way. He fights to save her in a few episodes, the third movie and he revived her with the Tenseiga. In this story, he is dealing with the aftermath of her rape. He feels guilt and is not used to it, nor does he like it. It takes a lot less to get him to attack than it may other times. For the next few chapters, he will be quite a sadist. He will abuse Kikyo and he might rape her. I'm not sure if I can write a rape scene. I just wanted to give a fair warning to anyone who doesn't like that kind of thing.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. But I do have an Inuyasha backpack.

 

Chapter 6- House of Pain

 

They had been traveling all day. Neither one of them had spoken a word since they had set off to Sesshomaru's palace. Kikyo was too afraid to say anything. If she pissed him off, he would probably drop her. If that didn't kill her, it would leave her at the mercy any vile creature that would want to take advantage of her. She had a feeling that while most of the time Inuyasha didn't shut up, Sesshomaru was his polar opposite.

 

Polar was the right word. Kikyo thought. A few weeks before, he had been fiery, passionate, and very intimidating. Being intimidating was the only thing that was the same about him now. He was so cold and emotionless. Even when he told her he wished to use her as his concubine, he had no expression on his face or in his voice, despite the raw, red lust in his eyes. Kikyo knew she was cold and seemed emotionless at times, but she used that as a defensive tool. She was sure that this was the way he was. She didn't believe for a minute that Sesshomaru needed a defense mechanism, especially one as basic as the one she used.

 

She thought about what she knew about this demon that was now her master. It wasn't much. She knew he was the most powerful and feared demon in Japan, he hated anything under his station. He was Inuyasha's brother and he hated the half demon more than he hated anything. She had found out first hand that the demon liked to inflict pain during sexual encounters. The fact that he had a human ward made Kikyo puzzled. If he hated humans so much, why would he have a human ward? Maybe he was a living, breathing contradiction, but other than that she had no idea. Was he just as evil and cruel as Naraku? One thing was obvious to Kikyo, if he was he wasn't a coward. Naraku used others to do his dirty work, because he was afraid of defeat. Sesshomaru would probably just kill his enemies without time consuming manipulation.

 

There was another problem with the whole situation and his name was Inuyasha. Inuyasha believed that he owed it to her to go to Hell with her when Naraku was defeated. Inuyasha owed her nothing. She had no doubt that his beliefs were her own fault. She had never corrected him over this. She had never set him straight on what they were to each other. Of course that was hard to do when Kikyo didn't even know. She knew she loved Inuyasha with every fiber of her being, but it was clear that while he felt obligated to Kikyo, he loved Kagome. Kikyo sighed deeply, not realizing she had attracted the attention of the demon holding her around the waist.

 

“Why do you sigh, woman?”

 

“Because I'm bored, master.”

 

“You lie. This Sesshomaru knows that, even though he can not smell it. I will ask again. Why do you sigh?”

 

“I was thinking about something.”

 

Sesshomaru didn't care what she was thinking of. All he knew was that if the priestess didn't stop shifting so damn much, he was going to take her on the cloud they were traveling on. “Stop moving, or I'm going to fuck you, now.” His voice held no emotion at all as he pulled her closer to him. His hand splayed across her stomach as he rubbed his erection against her.

 

Kikyo stilled instantly. She was shocked by what he had told her in such a bored tone. “I'm sorry.”

 

He grunted, but said not a word. Neither said a word more as they continued the journey to his palace. Relief overwhelmed Kikyo as she caught sight of the massive palace in the distance. She saw the barrier around it and wondered if he was going to stop. She had her answer when he flew right through it, like it didn't exist. He landed in the middle of a dying garden filled with servants trying to keep the flowers alive.

 

Kikyo frowned. Why would demons want to keep something like flowers alive when winter is so close at hand? She felt the attention of all the demons turned toward her when they landed. Sesshomaru released her and stepped to her left. The fabric covering his right arm brushed her left one. She shifted closer to Sesshomaru, pressing against him.

 

“Don't touch me.” He shoved her to the ground, listening to his servants snickering.

 

“Why not? I am your concubine, aren't I?” Kikyo waited for his reaction. She had to watch her mouth, now that he was her master.

 

The narrowing of his eyes was the only hint of displeasure on his face. His fingertips began to glow green an instant before he struck Kikyo with his whip. After several more strikes, he relented. Kikyo didn't make a sound the whole time. The fabric on the left side of her body was slashed, revealing ugly bleeding wounds on her left shoulder, left breast, and stomach. “Stand up.” He commanded.

 

Gritting her teeth, Kikyo used her bow to help her rise to her feet. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she wouldn't let these demons see her cry. She blinked a few times and allowed her face to slip into a mask of indifference.

 

She gasped when his hand jerked the clothing from her torso, despite the quiver of arrows and bag she wore, baring her before the demons. She dropped her bow and brought her hands up to cover her breasts. She looked at the demons as they stared at her with lust in their eyes, before she bowed her head in shame. With a claw he cut off her arrows and then her bag. He spun her to face him, showing his servants the mark she wore on her back.

 

“This marking denotes this whore as mine. If you so much as touch her, I will torture you and your family for days before I end your retched existence. I will not tolerate anyone touching my toy. I do not share. Are there any questions?” When no one responded he nodded his head. “Good.” His hand moved up to cup one of her breasts.

 

Kikyo jerked back and smacked him hard across the face with her right hand glowing pink, causing his head to snap to the side. She staggered back in shock, staring at her hand. She couldn't believe she had done that. “I'm sorry, master. I didn't mean it.”

 

His bangs hid his eyes, but the stripes on his cheeks became jagged. An enraged growl vibrated through the demon lord's chest. The small hand print burn on the side of his perfect face could be seen by all present. All of the servants backed away from their lord in fear.

 

“I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it, master. I'm very, very sorry. I've never been a servant before, and I didn't think before I acted.” She reached a hand toward his cheek. “The only person in the past fifty two years to try to touch me like that, besides you, was Naraku. And he really scares me… and…” Kikyo began to babble.

 

Red eyes locked on her face when he slowly turned his head. His right hand grabbed her wrist in a nearly bone crushing grip. His poison claws dug deeply into the flesh, causing blood to run down his delicate wrist. He watched her throat convulse as she struggled not to cry out. Tears poured down her face, causing him to smirk. Her nostrils flared when the poison began flowing into her blood.

 

Kikyo could feel the flesh melting from her wrist. She glanced to her wrist when Sesshomaru brought them to eye level. Blood pumped from her wrist, coating Sesshomaru's forearm. She could see the muscle, tendon, and bone as he burnt through her skin. Looking him in the eye, her mouth fell open and she did the only thing she could do. She screamed and screamed and screamed. The loud ear splitting wail caused most of the demon's to cover their ears.

 

A genuine smile crossed Sesshomaru's face and he began to laugh as he threw her to the ground. Kikyo continued screaming until a swift, brutal kick to her stomach, caused the air to rush from her lungs, silencing her. “Never.” Kick. “Ever.” Some of the servants flinched when they heard her cracking ribs after his next kick. “Strike me again.” Kikyo began to cough up blood with the third.

 

Jaken watched as his lord continued to assault the priestess. Since the rape of Rin, Lord Sesshomaru had had a lot less control when it came to restraining the raging beast dwelling within him. Jaken knew many of the servants had never seen their lord out of control. Many were able to creep away so they could cower in fear the past few moments. All the servants knew that their lord cared for the human girl as if she were his own child and they treated her as such.

 

“Please stop, Lord Sesshomaru!”

 

Everyone looked up to the balcony Jaken had just been looking at in shock. Sesshomaru whirled around, the red fading from his eyes to see the fragile human girl standing with her hand tightly clenching the hand of her cat demon maid, Hitomi. “Rin,” he whispered.

 

The woman, Hitomi, leaned down to the girl and hugged her, before jumping down to Sesshomaru. “Hitomi take that.” He pointed at Kikyo. “To the bathing rooms and clean her up. Set anything that is broken and send her to the room connected to mine.”

 

“Yes, my lord,” she replied.

 

“How dare you bring her out here while I discipline my slave.” He whispered loud enough for just Hitomi to hear.

 

Hitomi rolled eyes and snorted. Being one of the few people that could call Sesshomaru a friend, she had no reason to fear him. “She wanted to see you. I didn't know that you would be beating the life out of your concubine down here.”

 

He glared at her and she crossed her arms over her chest with a huff. Then he turned to Jaken. “Collect her belongings and place them in the same place.”

 

He leapt to the balcony with Rin. She stared up at him as he pulled at the fastening of his armor with a clang it hit the floor, not caring that it smeared blood on his white silk top. He stepped to the side of it and knelt down to pick up the girl as she hugged him tightly. With a slight frown and a flick of his wrist, he flicked the blood from his hand before he placed in on the back of Rin's head. He walked into the room, pushing the door closed with his foot. He could get his armor later.

 

“What are you all staring at?” Jaken squawked. “Get back to work!”

 

“Gods, he did a number on you,” Hitomi told Kikyo as she knelt down next to her.

 

“It was my fault.” Kikyo spit out a mouthful of blood. “I shouldn't have hit him.”

 

“You're damn right you shouldn't have hit him!” Jaken said. “But he still shouldn't have hurt you like this.”

 

“What's your name?” Hitomi helped Kikyo to her feet.

 

“Kikyo.”

 

“Well, Kikyo welcome to your new home.” Hitomi smiled.

 

“Yeah. Thanks for welcoming me, but why do I have the feeling this will end up being the house of pain?” Kikyo asked as they led her into the palace.