InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Overwhelming Nausea ❯ Pain Doesn't Die ( Chapter 1 )

Overwhelming Nausea

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Disclaimer: The hell.....? Is this really necessary?

Summary: Miroku isn't the carefree little monk everyone thought him to be...RAPE! (Sessh/Mir) Inu/Mir

Rating: R

Warnings: Rape, cutting, violence, lemon, possible OOC-ness, cursing, AU

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Chapter One: Pain Doesn't Die

He felt the other man's hot sweaty body on top of his. Felt his silky, long grayish white hair caress the sides of his body. Felt his lips kiss up and down every inch of his body....and he hated it.

"Don't," He breathed helplessly, trying to persuade the man away by begging. "Please don't..." But he knew it was all in vain. He knew that this man was much more powerful then he'd ever hope to be.

He then felt a harsh slap across his face. "Shut up, you little slut," The man snarled, tightening his grip on the younger boy's wrists. He grinned sadistically as the slim little thing yelped in pain, his hands shaking and white from the lack of blood flow. The pained look on the boy's face was more than enough to make him want to continue, if only to see more tears and hear him sob. "You're mine to do what I want with." And with that, the white-haired man bent his head down and bit down on the boy's shoulder. He screamed in agony as blood gushed down his shoulder in rivulets.

The man came down closer, pushing the black-haired boy down further into the soft grass. The boy shuddered in disgust, his tears streaming down the sides of his face to get soaked up in the ground. "Please," He whispered desperately again, his voice wavering.

"I said shut up!" The man yelled and lashed out at him again, forming a welt on the side of his face. A soft moan of pain escaped his lips and his head rolled to the side. Drops of blood and tears slid into his mouth and made him realize, once again, how real this all was.

His hands were free now. They were released so that the man could claim his waist viciously and flip him over so that he was facing the green grass and dirt below him. Then, it happened, more rough and harsh than the boy had even expected it to be. As he felt his body rip in half by the man's rough violation, he shrieked in pain and clawed at the bed sheets like an animal. I hate you, Sesshoumaru, I fucking hate you.

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Sango threw back the red curtain, wiping the sleepsand from her eyes. Miroku was twisting in his bed, screaming and wailing like he was being tortured by Satan himself. The only words the black haired demon exterminator could distinguish from the cries were "I hate you!"

Sango gasped, rushing over to the bed. "He must be having a nightmare."

Before she could wake her comrade up, Inuyasha dashed into the room, his red kimono lopsided and in wrinkles. "What's going on?!" He yelled, bounding over to the bed where the writhing monk continued to shriek at the top of his lungs. "Shit! We have to wake him up!" Inuyasha put his hands on his friend's shoulders and shook him lightly. "Come on...get up," He murmured in a soothing voice.

"What the hell's the matter with the monk?" Kouga asked in an annoyed tone from the entrance.

"Be quiet, Kouga," Inuyasha demanded, still shaking Miroku's shoulders. "He's having some sort of-"

Suddenly, Miroku let out a wail that could have shaken the windows. Immediately after, he turned deathly calm. Tears slid down his cheeks, which were shielded by the darkness. He was as silent as a corpse before whispering in a voice filled with venom and despair, "I hate you, Sesshoumaru. I'll kill you one day."

Minutes after, as Kouga, Sango, and Inuyasha all stared at the now silent boy in utter shock, he woke up with a gasp. Miroku sat rigid and put a hand to his sweaty forehead, his eyes wild and terrified. Normal moonlight would have flattered the silvery boy, making him look almost god-like. But tonight, his skin was dead grey, and as clammy as a cellar. His breath was racing and shallow, and he was shaking in profound horror. Pressing a cold, trembling hand to his chest, he felt his heart hammering three times its normal speed. He looked ready to have a heart attack.

Inuyasha swallowed the lump in his throat and put a hand on the boy's quivering shoulder. "God...are you okay-"

"Don't touch me!" Miroku shrieked and slapped his hand away. Before anyone could react, he leapt out of his bed and raced to the door; only Kouga was blocking the escape. The black-haired monk let out a terrified yelp and tried to dig his way through a wall. "LETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGO!!" he chanted, confusing everyone's ears. Suddenly, Kouga extended a fist. A meaty smack sounded wetly through the room as Miroku collided with the wolf demon's arm, followed by a thud as he hit the floor.

"Kouga, you baka!" Inuyasha yelled, running over to his fallen friend. "You could have killed him at that speed!"

"But I didn't," the Kouga replied, motioning to the crumpled monk, who was groaning in pain on the floor - and also out like a light.

"At least he got the poor thing to stop freaking out," Sango said worriedly, coming up behind Inuyasha, who was hunched over Miroku protectively. "But...now what do we do?"

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TBC...

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Tee-hee! Kouga's just there cuz he's cute and he's wolf-like. And Kagome...well...you'll find out. So review!