InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lover Untamed ❯ Chapter two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

He was jolted awake quite suddenly when his cage was wheeled to an abrupt stop and he was thrown forward, the shackles biting into his wrists the only thing stopping him from getting acquainted with the cold, unforgiving hard floor of his cage.

Releasing an annoyed, low growl, he shook his head on unkempt silver hair, matted and dirty, and shifted around to get as comfortable as he could while half-naked and chained at the wrists.  The scent of blood reached his nose and he wasn’t surprised to see they stuff seeping out from beneath the specialized steel made primarily to constrain demons clamped around his wrists, trickling down his arms and leaving a red, drying trail in its wake.  The stench was heavy in the air and his already sore and empty stomach, bloodied from fresh whip wounds and bruised from numerous blows, rolled in discomfort and he resisted the urge to heave, knowing that nothing would come up.

Grunting, he tugged weakly at his binds, hissing as the steel bit into his already raw and chafed flesh. It had been three days since his bastard of a master chained him in this damned cage, and it was just as long since he’d had any food.  Of course he couldn’t go dying of dehydration of his master would be out of business, so he was always provided with just enough water to get him through the day and he was never left satisfied.

However sometimes he wished the master wouldn’t bother and let him wither away to nothing so that perhaps he may finally find peace in the everlasting darkness of Death.

But he could never be so lucky, could he.

His stomach suddenly growled and crimson eyes glared down at his toned belly, growling. Even though his body craved for the nourishment long since denied from him, he didn’t think his sensitive stomach could withstand any solid substances at the moment.  His master had made sure of that.  But, dammit…he was hungry—

A child’s laughter, pure, light and merry, rang in his ears and he blinked.  A fuzzy ear flicked within the mop of clumped and tangled hair and he finally took the time to find out just exactly where he was.  

Closing his scarlet eyes, turning his senses this surroundings, sounds and smells of all kinds assaulted him instantly and his mouth watered at some of the scents that reached his nose, his stomach once more loudly and involuntarily protesting the emptiness of it. Several different kinds of meat, the sweetness of sugar, the slightly bitter aroma of salt and spices…

Something inside him flared to life when he realized he recognized some of these scents, however disappointed was not far behind when he failed to accurately place the name and look of that particular scent that went with it.  

Twin ears, once a snowy white now a rusted brown from dried blood, flattened against his scalp and a growling whine escaped his dry lips, his sore stomach rumbling from the absence of sustenance within it once more.

How long had it been, he wondered.  He knew there had been time when he had walked among the other demons and humans that he could smell outside his cage, had talked like he was normal instead of speaking in growls and snarls, his claws displaying his displeasure and perking his ears when something pleased him.  

God…when was the last time he had actually…smiled to show he was happy?

A frown marred his features when he realized…he had no reason to smile anyway, so what did it fuckin’ matter.

Slumping against the barred wall of his cage, ignoring the pain when the shackles pulled roughly at his raw and sore wrists, he focused on the sounds around him and fond his was a much better thing to focus on because it didn’t dredge up unwanted memories and nostalgia.

Laugher echoed all around him, eliciting a sigh of longing from him.  Had he ever laughed like that, expressed his joy in such a vibrant way?  Screams of delight, ranging from afar to nearby registered in his ears and the happy chatter of hundreds of people surrounded him, accompanied by his master’s booming voice as he began his familiar “come one, come all” speech.

How he loathed that dreadful, evil, twisted thing that dared call himself a man.

He was at one of those festivities where that bloody bastard liked to show him off.  A fair, if he recalled correctly.

Inwardly he groaned and dread welled up inside him.  He hated these things where he was displayed for all to see, stared at with faces ranging from horror, fear, and disgust while aghast gasps echoed around him and forever in his ears as accusing fingers pointed at him, taunting him.

That was the worst part of these damn fairs.

Didn’t they realize he was just like them?  That he understood them more than they knew?  Granted, he wasn’t able to show them – his primal instincts and nature was the fore-front of his untamed personality – but, deep down inside, he knew he was just like them, a living being capable of speech beyond grunts and growls.

He just didn’t know how to show them.

“…I ask you, my friends, do you believe in myths?”

Rolling crimson eyes, shoving the age-old sadness that always accompanied his pervious thoughts into the back of his mind; he growled and shifted his position, leaning forward—

The sweetest scent of peaches and vanilla reached his nose then and he stiffened, scarlet eyes rounding as his body hardened in more ways than one.  A light layer of perspiration intermingled with the delicious aroma, but his sense of smell was far too powerful and he easily focused on the saccharine scent, groaning in bliss and inhaling deeply.  Leaning forward, he ignored the strain on his arms as the shackles clamped around his wrists prevented him from going any further.  Concentrating, he detected the stench of wolf as well and growled dangerously, the sudden urge to rut and protect sweeping over him, a wave of possessiveness nearly making him howl in rage. His maleness stood erect in hard in his worn jeans, throbbing and ready.

God…where was it coming from?  He wanted more, needed to inhale more of that delectable scent.  Growling in frustration, he pulled at his shackles relentlessly, hissing at the pain that lanced through his arms, but unheeding to it as he strained forward.  His lips pulled back in a feral snarl and he thrashed around, the thick muscles chording his arms rippling underneath his flesh as he attempted to get the hell out of there and find the object of his desire.  

Primal urges rushed to the surface and he snarled heatedly, standing to his full height of an intimidating six foot two and straining forward as much as he could, yanking at the chains with all his might, sweat glistening on his bare chest and stinging the open wounds on his muscled chest.  He was like steel beneath his tattered jeans, aching as more of that addicting fragrance assaulted his senses and he growled heatedly in want.

He had to escape.  He had to possess that which was creating that delicious scent.

A vicious, deep growl emitted from his chest as a dark snarl pulled his lips back once more, revealing sharp, dangerous fangs.  Crimson eyes with a slit of blue in the middle narrowed in determination, something undecipherable glinting across them.  

“…very creature that dwells within your nightmares…”

His muscles tensed, his fingers tipped with deadly claws flexed and his heart pounded. Wait for it…

“…man…half-monster!”

The curtain dropped and he roared as his eyes zeroed in on the scent.

His bitch.

The chains snapped.