InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Noble House ❯ chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Alijandrah 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 366 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 366 | Status: Completed
warning: this chapter contains spoilers! for those of you who haven't seen the series past episode 120, you have been warned. I will also discuss in this chapter the psychology of rape. I'm not trying to offend anyone here, I'm trying to analyze a POSSIBLE train of logic of a rapist. I'm basing this on a lot of psychology and forensic textbooks, as well as interviews I've read of confessed rapists. (I'm studying to be a forensic anthropologist with a psychology minor, in case any of you are wondering WHY I'm researching this stuff). I feel the need to explain why Sess did what he did, and his character always struck me as the over-analytical type. So yes, he's going to try and figure out WHY he did what he did. (what, you didn't think I would leave that alone, did you?)
Thanks again to my wonderful beta! Yay, youkaitsuki!
milky way
Kagome ran from her home into the dark forest that bore her husband's name. She could not get away fast enough. Hot tears fell freely from her eyes, blurring her vision. 'This isn't possible!' her mind repeatedly insisted. Her thoughts raced and her heart began to experience an old, familiar ache. Images of long dead Kikyo came unbidden. The concept of having to share the affections of the man she loves with another woman once again seemed unbearable. Memories of Inu Yasha kissing or holding the dead miko came to her, and her subconscious began to replace the figure of Kikyo with that of her friend. When the imaginary Sango and Inu Yasha kissed, Kagome stumbled and started to fall. By some miracle, she managed to tuck her knees up and brace her hands in front of her before she landed. Her hands and knees stung terribly, and Kagome knew she had torn the skin. 'A small price to pay as long as my baby is safe' Kagome thought. She slowly pulled herself up off the ground, wincing when she saw her bloody palms and her torn maternity jeans. She sat down on the tree root she had stumbled over, while her eyes quickly scanned surroundings. 'Kagome no baka... what did you expect, running through the forest at night?' she scolded herself.
In the dim light, Kagome's eyes made out the lines of the Goshinboku only a few dozen feet away. She ambled her way over to the ancient tree, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She curled up between its roots, comforted by the feel of the rough bark against her back. Kagome leaned her head back against the tree, allowing her to look straight up into the canopy of branches above her. Tears fell unchecked down her face as she allowed Myoga's words to sink in. She knew instinctively that what the tiny youkai said was true. 'Second wife... no... he wouldn't do that, would he? Would he really choose to marry her? This isn't fair... I waited so long to have him to myself... I don't WANT to share him with anyone else... not even Sango.' Kagome sobbed into the night air, feeling frustrated with the world that she was in this predicament, and frustrated with herself for her selfishness.
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"YOU SAID WHAT TO HER?! Shit, Myoga, are you fucking insane?" Inu Yasha was beyond furious. He snarled down at Myoga, who was pinned to the floor by an incantation of Kaede's. When Kagome disappeared, the elderly miko slapped a charm on the diminutive youkai to prevent him from escaping and fetched Inu Yasha from Sango's room. She made Myoga repeat to the hanyou what he had just told them. Inu Yasha's eyes were beginning to bleed over red, and Kaede began to have doubts about their continued safety.
"My Lord, I didn't mean to offend, it's just that it IS a viable course of action. If you were to marry Sango-sama, and claim the child as your own, her honor would be restored and the child would be raised in a safe place" replied the flea. He started to tremble when Inu Yasha held up his right hand and quickly drew his index and middle knuckles back, causing the joints to crack. Myoga knew that move far too well... it was a habit each of the brothers inherited from their father... a habit that showed itself just seconds before they would rip something to shreds. Thankfully for him, Kaede interjected before that happened.
"Inu Yasha, perhaps ye should go to Kagome... she should not be alone right now." Kaede watched as the hanyou dropped his head, obscuring his eyes behind his long white bangs. His right hand dropped to his side, and before the old Miko could blink, Inu Yasha ran out the door in search of his wife.
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The Lord of the Western Lands kept a silent vigil over the rest of his group. Rin and Jaken, overcome by the need to sleep, now lay resting in the grass a short distance away. Ah-Un had succumbed to sleep as well, and was currently being used as a pillow by the small human girl. The small campfire that was keeping the girl warm was burning low, and Sesshomaru found himself reaching to throw more dry wood on the fire before he actually gave any thought to the action. 'Why do I care?' he asked himself, turning his gaze skywards. It was a clear night, and the amanogawa shone like a river of light in the sky. Only a small sliver of the waning moon was present, and the dim light cast deep shadows over the land and his mind.
'Why do I care?' he asked himself again, knowing full well that the topic was no longer that of Rin. The memory of the taijia laying on the ground, broken and used, haunted him. Her accusing glare had burned deep into his soul in the moment they made eye contact, and he found himself experiencing two emotions he didn't care to. Confusion. Remorse. Confusion as to why he lost control and took the human woman, and remorse for committing such a heinous act. There were certainly enough female youkai that threw themselves at him on a regular basis. Not that he ever took them up on their offers. There were male youkai that had offered as well, but they usually didn't live too long after making a pass at him. 'Why her? Why did I take her in that way?' Granted, it HAD been quite a few years since he had bedded a female, and the urge did increase over time. He had already been aroused before he saw her, and she was attractive enough that his control was severely strained. However, that did still serve as a thorough enough explanation for his own mind as to why he lost control.
Sesshomaru inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He needed to analyze the act itself first before he considered the target. Why rape a woman instead of bedding her consensually? He had always considered rape to be an act of power... the aggressor asserting dominance over the victim. It showed that the attacker was stronger than the victim, and the attacker actually became aroused BY the fact that they were stronger. Why would he feel the need to subjugate the taijia? He paused, and nearly rolled his eyes as he realized the answer was in the question. She was a taijia, a slayer of youkai. She was a gifted and powerful warrior, he had witnessed as much during their brief encounters. The fact that this strong warrior was female rang out in his mind. Could some part of his instinctual mind have seen her as a threat? He knew that his actions were mostly on instinct; proof was easy enough to find in the fact that he took her while lost in a youkai rage.
As much as it disturbed him, he forced himself to think back on the incident. At what point had he lost his control? It was certainly easy enough for him to recall, it was the last clear memory he had before he 'woke up' after his climax. She had bent over at the waist facing away from him, her firm backside and lower lips clearly visible. While her actions were innocent, she had only been picking up an article of clothing, the position she was in had sent a signal deep into his instinctive mind. It was a position of subjugation. It was instinctive for canine youkai to rut in that position, and for her to be bent over like that before him... a pleasant shiver raced down his spine as he recalled the sensation of the woman's tight warmth surrounding him. He chastised himself a moment later for allowing his thoughts to wander in that direction.
Could that be the reason? He possessed some kind of instinctual need to dominate the taijia, and when she unknowingly moved a certain way, he lost control? No.. that couldn't be all of it. He tried to find some other reason for his actions, and was surprised when he immediately thought of his half-brother. Sesshomaru had known from the moment he saw the girl that she was one of the hanyou's traveling companions. Her scent, her appearance, and the weapon she carried, were all too distinctive. What was her name... Sango... yes, I believe that's what my half-brother and his wench called her.
He frowned when he thought of the motley pack Inu Yasha had instinctively formed. Two miko, a monk, a taijia, and three other youkai, two of which aren't of an age to be of use in battle. 'Was I striking out against Inu Yasha when I attacked the girl?' he pondered. As leader, Inu Yasha's responsibilities included the well being of the pack. Any attack on them was an attack on him. 'I attempted to sexually dominate a member of his pack... was this born from my need to dominate him on the battlefield?' Sesshomaru frowned again at this line of thinking. What he had done was becoming more reprehensible in his mind by the second. It would be his duty to try and make it up to the woman somehow... and as much as he was loathed to admit it, make it up to his half-brother as well.
Thanks again to my wonderful beta! Yay, youkaitsuki!
milky way
Kagome ran from her home into the dark forest that bore her husband's name. She could not get away fast enough. Hot tears fell freely from her eyes, blurring her vision. 'This isn't possible!' her mind repeatedly insisted. Her thoughts raced and her heart began to experience an old, familiar ache. Images of long dead Kikyo came unbidden. The concept of having to share the affections of the man she loves with another woman once again seemed unbearable. Memories of Inu Yasha kissing or holding the dead miko came to her, and her subconscious began to replace the figure of Kikyo with that of her friend. When the imaginary Sango and Inu Yasha kissed, Kagome stumbled and started to fall. By some miracle, she managed to tuck her knees up and brace her hands in front of her before she landed. Her hands and knees stung terribly, and Kagome knew she had torn the skin. 'A small price to pay as long as my baby is safe' Kagome thought. She slowly pulled herself up off the ground, wincing when she saw her bloody palms and her torn maternity jeans. She sat down on the tree root she had stumbled over, while her eyes quickly scanned surroundings. 'Kagome no baka... what did you expect, running through the forest at night?' she scolded herself.
In the dim light, Kagome's eyes made out the lines of the Goshinboku only a few dozen feet away. She ambled her way over to the ancient tree, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She curled up between its roots, comforted by the feel of the rough bark against her back. Kagome leaned her head back against the tree, allowing her to look straight up into the canopy of branches above her. Tears fell unchecked down her face as she allowed Myoga's words to sink in. She knew instinctively that what the tiny youkai said was true. 'Second wife... no... he wouldn't do that, would he? Would he really choose to marry her? This isn't fair... I waited so long to have him to myself... I don't WANT to share him with anyone else... not even Sango.' Kagome sobbed into the night air, feeling frustrated with the world that she was in this predicament, and frustrated with herself for her selfishness.
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"YOU SAID WHAT TO HER?! Shit, Myoga, are you fucking insane?" Inu Yasha was beyond furious. He snarled down at Myoga, who was pinned to the floor by an incantation of Kaede's. When Kagome disappeared, the elderly miko slapped a charm on the diminutive youkai to prevent him from escaping and fetched Inu Yasha from Sango's room. She made Myoga repeat to the hanyou what he had just told them. Inu Yasha's eyes were beginning to bleed over red, and Kaede began to have doubts about their continued safety.
"My Lord, I didn't mean to offend, it's just that it IS a viable course of action. If you were to marry Sango-sama, and claim the child as your own, her honor would be restored and the child would be raised in a safe place" replied the flea. He started to tremble when Inu Yasha held up his right hand and quickly drew his index and middle knuckles back, causing the joints to crack. Myoga knew that move far too well... it was a habit each of the brothers inherited from their father... a habit that showed itself just seconds before they would rip something to shreds. Thankfully for him, Kaede interjected before that happened.
"Inu Yasha, perhaps ye should go to Kagome... she should not be alone right now." Kaede watched as the hanyou dropped his head, obscuring his eyes behind his long white bangs. His right hand dropped to his side, and before the old Miko could blink, Inu Yasha ran out the door in search of his wife.
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The Lord of the Western Lands kept a silent vigil over the rest of his group. Rin and Jaken, overcome by the need to sleep, now lay resting in the grass a short distance away. Ah-Un had succumbed to sleep as well, and was currently being used as a pillow by the small human girl. The small campfire that was keeping the girl warm was burning low, and Sesshomaru found himself reaching to throw more dry wood on the fire before he actually gave any thought to the action. 'Why do I care?' he asked himself, turning his gaze skywards. It was a clear night, and the amanogawa shone like a river of light in the sky. Only a small sliver of the waning moon was present, and the dim light cast deep shadows over the land and his mind.
'Why do I care?' he asked himself again, knowing full well that the topic was no longer that of Rin. The memory of the taijia laying on the ground, broken and used, haunted him. Her accusing glare had burned deep into his soul in the moment they made eye contact, and he found himself experiencing two emotions he didn't care to. Confusion. Remorse. Confusion as to why he lost control and took the human woman, and remorse for committing such a heinous act. There were certainly enough female youkai that threw themselves at him on a regular basis. Not that he ever took them up on their offers. There were male youkai that had offered as well, but they usually didn't live too long after making a pass at him. 'Why her? Why did I take her in that way?' Granted, it HAD been quite a few years since he had bedded a female, and the urge did increase over time. He had already been aroused before he saw her, and she was attractive enough that his control was severely strained. However, that did still serve as a thorough enough explanation for his own mind as to why he lost control.
Sesshomaru inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He needed to analyze the act itself first before he considered the target. Why rape a woman instead of bedding her consensually? He had always considered rape to be an act of power... the aggressor asserting dominance over the victim. It showed that the attacker was stronger than the victim, and the attacker actually became aroused BY the fact that they were stronger. Why would he feel the need to subjugate the taijia? He paused, and nearly rolled his eyes as he realized the answer was in the question. She was a taijia, a slayer of youkai. She was a gifted and powerful warrior, he had witnessed as much during their brief encounters. The fact that this strong warrior was female rang out in his mind. Could some part of his instinctual mind have seen her as a threat? He knew that his actions were mostly on instinct; proof was easy enough to find in the fact that he took her while lost in a youkai rage.
As much as it disturbed him, he forced himself to think back on the incident. At what point had he lost his control? It was certainly easy enough for him to recall, it was the last clear memory he had before he 'woke up' after his climax. She had bent over at the waist facing away from him, her firm backside and lower lips clearly visible. While her actions were innocent, she had only been picking up an article of clothing, the position she was in had sent a signal deep into his instinctive mind. It was a position of subjugation. It was instinctive for canine youkai to rut in that position, and for her to be bent over like that before him... a pleasant shiver raced down his spine as he recalled the sensation of the woman's tight warmth surrounding him. He chastised himself a moment later for allowing his thoughts to wander in that direction.
Could that be the reason? He possessed some kind of instinctual need to dominate the taijia, and when she unknowingly moved a certain way, he lost control? No.. that couldn't be all of it. He tried to find some other reason for his actions, and was surprised when he immediately thought of his half-brother. Sesshomaru had known from the moment he saw the girl that she was one of the hanyou's traveling companions. Her scent, her appearance, and the weapon she carried, were all too distinctive. What was her name... Sango... yes, I believe that's what my half-brother and his wench called her.
He frowned when he thought of the motley pack Inu Yasha had instinctively formed. Two miko, a monk, a taijia, and three other youkai, two of which aren't of an age to be of use in battle. 'Was I striking out against Inu Yasha when I attacked the girl?' he pondered. As leader, Inu Yasha's responsibilities included the well being of the pack. Any attack on them was an attack on him. 'I attempted to sexually dominate a member of his pack... was this born from my need to dominate him on the battlefield?' Sesshomaru frowned again at this line of thinking. What he had done was becoming more reprehensible in his mind by the second. It would be his duty to try and make it up to the woman somehow... and as much as he was loathed to admit it, make it up to his half-brother as well.