InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lolita: Sesshomaru and Rin ❯ Statutory Rape ( Chapter 9 )
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By: animetributes 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2016 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 812 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2016 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 812 | Status: Completed
He was scaring me with his antics. I felt sleepier than I had felt
in a good while, but my nerves wouldn't allow me to rest. Fear and
panic overtook me as I kept thinking about that one time when he
ejaculated-or, as Hakudoshi had put it, "came"-while I was on his
lap. He wasn't even touching me, but my mind keeps on flashing back
to that moment.
Just his presence next to me makes me wanna throw up.
Though the mattress didn't creak, I can tell that he's creeping towards me. It's like I've become some sort of hypersensitive superhuman through my nervousness. I tried to ignore my fear, but my mind bombarded me with memories of the last time that we had been this close. His breath on my neck...
Gasping for air, I sat up, masking my fear by rambling about whatever I could think of, particularly boats. I tugged my sheets and tried to lay back down...but then he held me.
In my attempt to get free and yet not draw suspicion, I accidentally slapped him across the face. I wriggled and twisted out of his embrace and sat with my back to him.
Shit. My paranoia is cosuming me.
He left the room and came back with a drink in his hand.
"May I have some water too?" I asked, trying to sound as confident as I possibly could.
After gulping down the cold water in the paper cup that he brought me, I shook my head and without thinking, wiped my lips on his shoulder. He couldn't possibly take even that the wrong way, could he? No, not even him. After all I did that all the time with mommy, and she didn't mind. I do that with my friends sometimes.
Sighing, I fell back and closed my eyes. I felt better.
Every now and then, I'd start feeling like he was coming for me again, reaching for me-but when I stirred, the weird feelings would stop. It's like when you feel like you're being watched or followed but when you look behind your back to make sure, nothing's happening-but when you look forward the feeling is there again.
But the night drifted away, and soon it was morning. I looked over at Sesshomaru, who was lying there with his mouth open, and giggled. From this angle, he really does look like Naraku.
Maybe it's my fault. Nothing happened after all, right? He probably isn't so bad.
I remember the tale of the Princess and the Frog, about the princess who was mean to the frog and was punished by having to do whatever he wanted and even had to sleep in his bed. I'd always thought that she got what she deserved for being mean.
So what did that say about me? I had such a bad image of him, so much fear, so much doubt...and yet, all this time nothing happened. He...masturbated against me once, but that was once. I guess I was overreacting. I was mean, a bad girl...if mommy finds out that I was so mean, she'd be mad at me.
I tilted my head and studied him. He really is cute, I noted, and rolled over to his side, trying to comfort him somewhat and he awoke. That one time, he kissed me in the car and I pushed him away...even though I had kissed him before. Of course he doesn't know what I was really trying to do, but I still could've been better about it, no matter how scared I was. Feeling bad, I planted a peck on his lips. A small one-nothing like Hakudoshi had given me, but still.
Maybe I should make it up to him. I know what he wants. And maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After all, that Hakudoshi didn't really show me a good time, and he was bound to be more experienced. It's not like I don't think that he's cute.
I wanna be a big girl. I don't understand what exactly it is about this game that makes it for grown-ups, but I'm mature for my age. I'm grown enough.
"Wanna play the game?" I whispered in his ear.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Game?"
"Uh huh. We played it in camp all the time!"
"...What game?"
I was dumbfounded. "You really don't know what I'm talking about? You never-" He nuzzled my neck a little. "Ew, lay off!"
That's not part of the game, is it?! I jumped away from him and kneeled next to him. "You never played when you were a kid?"
"No."
"Okay." I grinned. I feel special and mature. It looks like I'm the one that knows better! Something about that makes me feel so...I don't know, like a big girl.
So adults don't know about this. They're so useless. I felt powerful, showing these hopeless adults that us kids really were "mature".
Clumsily and quickly, I removed my clothes and his. I lowered myself between his legs and was shocked.
He is nowhere near Hakudoshi's size. I had been able to fit all of my peer inside my mouth easily, though it was nasty, and I wasn't gonna sit there and look like a kid in front of Kanna. But this...this wouldn't be the same. He didn't taste the same. He was rougher, coarser, and I could barely get the tip in my mouth. I couldn't continue for too long.
Soon he flipped me over on my back, and I knew what he was gonna do. It scares me-Hakudoshi was much smaller than he is, and it still hurt. How in the world was he ever gonna fit?
But...I'm no coward. I won't run.
(A/N: I have no clue how some can say that Lolita had her own sexuality or that it was her fault when Humbert himself continuously admits that when they first met she was completely inexperienced and innocent and didn't know anything until AFTER Humbert molested her and then she went to camp, where she learned about what happened through Barbara and Charlie. That on top of the fact that Humbert is the one who took an innocent girl, manipulated her mother to get to her, tested sleeping drugs on her, kidnapped Lo, lied to her about her mother dying, and then drugged her to lower her inhibitions, and only then did his tactics begin to work-and that's not even the end of it.
With that being said, children can definitely abuse each other. When a child's been sexually abused, nothing stops them now from passing on what they've received to other children-and later when they grow as well. In the book, the people that abuse Lolita up front (that is, to her face) first are other children-who I suspect have been abused themselves by someone else at some point.
That's not to say that all children who have been sexually abused will do this. But if a child acts this way, that is not normal behavior. Something is wrong with them. It is an adult's job to stop them, get them help and set them out on the right path, not take advantage of their confusion and manipulate them for their own personal, selfish uses. Here, Lolita-even with one sexual encounter under her belt-is utterly clueless, and sees sex as a way for her to fit in with other kids and show off how "grown" she is to the adults, and not what it actually is and the consequences that come with it and what she actually puts at stake. All she knows about sex is from one encounter with other children, who probably taught her the tiny bits and pieces you learn during adolescence. Hell, I've met kids who've had sex-and they don't even know what a condom is. What man in their right mind takes advantage of this? )
Just his presence next to me makes me wanna throw up.
Though the mattress didn't creak, I can tell that he's creeping towards me. It's like I've become some sort of hypersensitive superhuman through my nervousness. I tried to ignore my fear, but my mind bombarded me with memories of the last time that we had been this close. His breath on my neck...
Gasping for air, I sat up, masking my fear by rambling about whatever I could think of, particularly boats. I tugged my sheets and tried to lay back down...but then he held me.
In my attempt to get free and yet not draw suspicion, I accidentally slapped him across the face. I wriggled and twisted out of his embrace and sat with my back to him.
Shit. My paranoia is cosuming me.
He left the room and came back with a drink in his hand.
"May I have some water too?" I asked, trying to sound as confident as I possibly could.
After gulping down the cold water in the paper cup that he brought me, I shook my head and without thinking, wiped my lips on his shoulder. He couldn't possibly take even that the wrong way, could he? No, not even him. After all I did that all the time with mommy, and she didn't mind. I do that with my friends sometimes.
Sighing, I fell back and closed my eyes. I felt better.
Every now and then, I'd start feeling like he was coming for me again, reaching for me-but when I stirred, the weird feelings would stop. It's like when you feel like you're being watched or followed but when you look behind your back to make sure, nothing's happening-but when you look forward the feeling is there again.
But the night drifted away, and soon it was morning. I looked over at Sesshomaru, who was lying there with his mouth open, and giggled. From this angle, he really does look like Naraku.
Maybe it's my fault. Nothing happened after all, right? He probably isn't so bad.
I remember the tale of the Princess and the Frog, about the princess who was mean to the frog and was punished by having to do whatever he wanted and even had to sleep in his bed. I'd always thought that she got what she deserved for being mean.
So what did that say about me? I had such a bad image of him, so much fear, so much doubt...and yet, all this time nothing happened. He...masturbated against me once, but that was once. I guess I was overreacting. I was mean, a bad girl...if mommy finds out that I was so mean, she'd be mad at me.
I tilted my head and studied him. He really is cute, I noted, and rolled over to his side, trying to comfort him somewhat and he awoke. That one time, he kissed me in the car and I pushed him away...even though I had kissed him before. Of course he doesn't know what I was really trying to do, but I still could've been better about it, no matter how scared I was. Feeling bad, I planted a peck on his lips. A small one-nothing like Hakudoshi had given me, but still.
Maybe I should make it up to him. I know what he wants. And maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After all, that Hakudoshi didn't really show me a good time, and he was bound to be more experienced. It's not like I don't think that he's cute.
I wanna be a big girl. I don't understand what exactly it is about this game that makes it for grown-ups, but I'm mature for my age. I'm grown enough.
"Wanna play the game?" I whispered in his ear.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Game?"
"Uh huh. We played it in camp all the time!"
"...What game?"
I was dumbfounded. "You really don't know what I'm talking about? You never-" He nuzzled my neck a little. "Ew, lay off!"
That's not part of the game, is it?! I jumped away from him and kneeled next to him. "You never played when you were a kid?"
"No."
"Okay." I grinned. I feel special and mature. It looks like I'm the one that knows better! Something about that makes me feel so...I don't know, like a big girl.
So adults don't know about this. They're so useless. I felt powerful, showing these hopeless adults that us kids really were "mature".
Clumsily and quickly, I removed my clothes and his. I lowered myself between his legs and was shocked.
He is nowhere near Hakudoshi's size. I had been able to fit all of my peer inside my mouth easily, though it was nasty, and I wasn't gonna sit there and look like a kid in front of Kanna. But this...this wouldn't be the same. He didn't taste the same. He was rougher, coarser, and I could barely get the tip in my mouth. I couldn't continue for too long.
Soon he flipped me over on my back, and I knew what he was gonna do. It scares me-Hakudoshi was much smaller than he is, and it still hurt. How in the world was he ever gonna fit?
But...I'm no coward. I won't run.
(A/N: I have no clue how some can say that Lolita had her own sexuality or that it was her fault when Humbert himself continuously admits that when they first met she was completely inexperienced and innocent and didn't know anything until AFTER Humbert molested her and then she went to camp, where she learned about what happened through Barbara and Charlie. That on top of the fact that Humbert is the one who took an innocent girl, manipulated her mother to get to her, tested sleeping drugs on her, kidnapped Lo, lied to her about her mother dying, and then drugged her to lower her inhibitions, and only then did his tactics begin to work-and that's not even the end of it.
With that being said, children can definitely abuse each other. When a child's been sexually abused, nothing stops them now from passing on what they've received to other children-and later when they grow as well. In the book, the people that abuse Lolita up front (that is, to her face) first are other children-who I suspect have been abused themselves by someone else at some point.
That's not to say that all children who have been sexually abused will do this. But if a child acts this way, that is not normal behavior. Something is wrong with them. It is an adult's job to stop them, get them help and set them out on the right path, not take advantage of their confusion and manipulate them for their own personal, selfish uses. Here, Lolita-even with one sexual encounter under her belt-is utterly clueless, and sees sex as a way for her to fit in with other kids and show off how "grown" she is to the adults, and not what it actually is and the consequences that come with it and what she actually puts at stake. All she knows about sex is from one encounter with other children, who probably taught her the tiny bits and pieces you learn during adolescence. Hell, I've met kids who've had sex-and they don't even know what a condom is. What man in their right mind takes advantage of this? )