InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Power III: The Hunt ❯ Hounding ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Hounding

Jazz couldn't move. She was shocked beyond words, beyond comprehensible thoughts. Her whole body was reacting to Naraku's gentle kiss. The tempo of her heart had escalated until she could hear it clearly pounding in her ears like a drum trying to burst. Her lungs had contracted from the lack of breath in them and were screaming. Her body warmed and was attracted to the heat close to it, the body that was inches from hers. He was radiating heat she wanted to be apart of.

He pulled away from her lips and her lungs filled suddenly as an explosion of tingling pleasure touched her neck with his tongue. Her breath came in quick gasps as he nibbled delicately on the nerves of her sensitive neck. Her hands snaked up and around his neck of their own accord and she pressed her body against his, arching her hips into his. She heard his breath hitch and felt a thrill when his arms came around her to hold her there. His breath tickled her ear.

"Your so sweet, so pure." His voice was husky. She shivered and he found her lips again. When she tentatively kissed him back he ran his hands up and down her spine, pressing her fully against him. Her courage grew as he seemed to approve of what she did and soon she was warring with his tongue, only giving in when he ground his hips against hers and her whole body melted. His hand was on the back of her head and he was kissing her deeply, her head tipped back to his advantage. Her back was arched, her breasts crushed under his hard, muscled chest.

Tingles followed his hands as they slid under her spaghetti strap shirt and forged hot paths up her back, and then around to her tightly tucked in stomach. His long-fingered hands were sure and warm. They slid up her sides and his thumbs gently rubbed her nipples. Pleasure shot straight to her lower stomach and in between her legs grew damp quickly. She moaned and arched against his thumbs. He rubbed harder and suddenly she found herself backed up against a wall, her legs spread apart by his. His leg came up between her thighs and rubbed against her. She nearly fell apart, or to the ground. Had his leg between her thighs and the wall at her back and his hands around her ribs not been holding her she would have crashed. She rubbed against his thigh desperately, blindly.

"Easy, Jazz. Slowly, one step at a time." He whispered roughly in her ear.

"Oh god." Was all she could say as he continued driving her crazy. She felt him deliberately peel up her shirt and the thought came to mind of how she had not worn a bra today with that shirt and how glad she was now. The rest of what she was thinking disappeared like water through a strainer as his tongue manipulated her nipple. She felt but never registered the hand undoing her pants and sliding inside. She was wriggling and writhing against his mouth, begging him to do something!

And he did, taking more of her in his mouth and sucking hard. She tightened her arms around his neck to hold him there and tipped her head back against the wall in abandon. Suddenly a new desperation made her hips thrust forward as his fingers found the nub between her legs. He stroked her rhythmically and she cried out as her whole body filled with pleasure and her muscles tensed up. Her whole body felt like a spring about to be released, a rubber band that was going to snap. She was shaking, coiled, waiting for something…

And then it happened. Pleasure rippled through her and her muscles convulsed. Her whole body arched away from the wall. Her lower body was squeezing for everything it was worth. She heard a broken cry and then she realized it came from her own throat. She clung to him as she was rocked by the force of her first climax. Finally the rolling slowed and her muscles started to relax. She was panting as if she had just run a mile and her whole body felt languid, like water. The tension in her muscles was gone and her sense of touch was heightened. Her skin still tingled where he had touched her.

Her face was buried in his chest and his arms were wrapped around her securely, safely. One of his hands was smoothing her hair and she finally realized he was talking lowly in her ear.

"…didn't realize you would be so responsive, so warm. You are beautiful." She wondered where the hell her shirt had gone. "Your first one, I hope you liked it. Did you?" She didn't dare move, she didn't want to move, so she just nodded against his chest, too comfortable to raise her head and look into his eyes. She almost groaned in protest when he started to move. Somehow she managed to bite it off and look up into his eyes.

And then she realized what she had just done, what had just happened. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flamed. "I… Oh damn. I really did it now. I didn't mean-" His finger on her lips silenced her.

"Shush. There's nothing to worry about." His voice was so soothing. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes." Her voice was a soft quiver.

"Do you regret it?" he gently ran the back of his fingers against her cheek. His eyes were soft.

"No." She answered a bit stronger. She meant it.

"Then your worries are for nothing." He bent his head and kissed her lips gently until she was once again melting in his arms. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. "Please come to my bed." He whispered in her ear. She tensed, but then nodded after a moment. He pulled back to look at her, igniting heat on her skin from just the touch of his eyes. He took her hand and kept his eyes mostly on her as he led her down the hall. She was blushing from the intense look in his eyes, and her nerves were shaking her whole body as she thought of what was to come.

Resolutely, full of hope and anticipation, she followed him to the bed, not knowing that in the drawer beside the bed there was something there he planned to use on her, something that was already once bloodied.

~**~

"Alright, it's been four and a half hours, I think we should check the drawing room and see who's there already. I think Shippou's waiting, but I'm not sure about Jax and Riasha…" Kagome trailed off sleepily, not really interested in moving from her spot on the bed. She was curled up against Sesshoumaru, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand flat on his chest, one of her legs over his. He was lying on his back; his right arm curled around her shoulder, his left hand resting on her hip. He was stroking her naked side absently, obviously lost in his own thoughts. She was just thinking he hadn't heard her when he spoke.

"They are not there.

She looked up at him curiously. "How do you know?"

"I know." He answered mysteriously. She frowned.

"I'm going to check."

"That's not a good-" He sighed as she went limp next to him, already gone. "-idea."

In her mind she traveled quickly to the drawing room, only to find it empty. She blew out an annoyed breath and looked around, but they certainly weren't hiding in the corners. Maybe they had fallen asleep? She started down the hall towards their room.

*

Sesshoumaru let a small grin touch his lips as he flipped them over and kissed her unresponsive lips. Even though her lips did not respond, her body did, heating up and quivering as he touched her.

*

She shivered, feeling a little too warm. Perhaps she should have Sesshoumaru get the heat checked. In front of their door she projected herself through it since she couldn't open it. She stopped dead at the scene that lay before her. Riasha was tied, blindfolded to the bed; a pot of something dark colored beside her, Jax kneeled between her legs. The pot smelled of chocolate.

"Holy shit, Jax. Oh yes. Please!"

"Told you I'd get you back, didn't I?"

Kagome turned quickly away from the scene, blushing. She wondered at the rush of pleasure she was feeling, the dampness between her legs. She collected herself quickly and was about to head back when an explosion of pleasure made her too weak to think.

"CHRIST!"

*

Riasha's head lifted from the bed swiftly.

"What the hell was that?" She whispered. Through the shadows of the blindfold she could see Jax's silhouette over her.

"What?" He teased, plunging into her already moist and swollen passageway and biting down on her mark at the same time. She cried out in blinding pleasure and totally forgot that she was sure she had heard Kagome's voice.

*

Colors rushed behind her closed eyes and then she was back in her body with a suddenness that left her breathless and dizzy. Her body ached with desperate pleasure and soon she realized why.

Sesshoumaru was plunging urgently into her, hard and fast, again and again. She arched up to him every time, moaning aloud. He was frenzied, almost totally out of control, his eyes tinted red. For a moment, she felt a small tingle of fear in her throat, but it disappeared as pleasure overrode every other sense. She felt his teeth sink into her over and over again, but the pain never registered, if anything it only heightened the intense pleasure she was feeling. Soon, he was going so fast that she could hardly keep up; her time-slowing powers the farthest thing from her mind. With it in the back of her mind was the question of what was going on here, but that could wait until later.

Her climax ripped through her with the force of a head on collision with a train. He followed her hardly a half a second and one final thrust later. They shuddered and trembled together, their arms wrapped around each other like steel bands. Finally the storm passed and they were relaxed against each other, her buried in the blankets beneath him.

Kagome waited until her breathing was normal and her head had stopped spinning before trying to think. When she let her mind get back under control she found herself shocked, astonished. Her domineering, authoritarian, always controlled Sesshoumaru had just really let go. And man there had never been anything like it before. But despite how much she would like to relax and enjoy it, she knew she couldn't. For him to let go… she wondered what was wrong with him. It just wasn't like him.

And she was sure she hadn't imagined it. The bites on her were still healing and she could feel the stickiness of blood on her neck and breasts. She was tender inside from how hard he had thrust into her.

That and she had never been so satisfied in her life.

She sighed and rubbed her hands down the length of his spine, trying to get his attention without being overt. She felt him stiffen over her and then he was sliding off her. One look at his eyes told her she wasn't going to find out what she wanted to. He was staring down at her, his expression cold, but his beautiful eyes were worried, uncertain.

"Sesshoumaru…"

"I… I do not know what overcame me." His hand reached out to touch the largest bite on her neck, but he pulled his hand back at last second like he thought he might be violating her. "I did not mean to be so rough." His voice was slightly choked. "I apologize…" His head moved slowly from side to side. "No, I beg your forgiveness."

Now she was really weirded out. He was acting like he had raped her or something. Which wasn't possible since she wasn't sure she could say no to him.

"Sesshoumaru, you don't need my forgiveness. There's nothing to forgive, and I won't have you apologize for…" She searched for the right words. "For the most amazing experience with you I've ever had. Despite being kind of… um… surprised, I quite enjoyed it." She could see relief in his eyes, even as he turned away from her.

"I didn't know if you enjoyed it." He said softly, his voice dripping honesty he didn't want to show. "I couldn't enjoy your release, I didn't even know if you were-"

She had risen from the bed and slipped her arms around him from behind. "Shh. It's alright. I understand. Now I need you to understand something." She leaned against him and felt him tense up in her arms. She didn't like this one bit. "You could never hurt me, Sesshoumaru. Never. I wouldn't let you. Do you understand? I wouldn't allow it. And don't worry," She tried to add some humor. "You'd know too."

They were big words, she didn't know if she could top him in strength if it came to the point where he was beyond controlling himself.

He turned around, his eyes pained. Without a word he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her against him. She buried herself into him, her own arms holding him just as tightly, because for once he was the one who needed to be held.

All the while, her mind turned over and over a question. What in the world would make Sesshoumaru lose control like that? What thought could he have thought that would make him abandon his mind?

~**~

The sunlight streamed in through the window. It was only mid-day, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Naraku was thoroughly enjoying the friction of the knife as it entered her flesh, even more so then the friction caused from thrusting into her still moist passageway. Her screams echoed in his head like beautiful music. The rhythmic surging into her body with both knife and erection was an erotic dance. Even her reactions were parts of the dance as she sought to block the knife from touching her. His demon strength easily overpowered her.

Again and again he stabbed non-vital places on her; her arm, her shoulder, her thigh. There were other cuts that had been shallower, just to hear her scream. She was weak now; she had lost a lot of blood. But she had not fainted yet. Just before climax he pulled out of her, spreading her legs even farther apart. She tried to resist, as powerless as she was.

With a mighty thrust of the knife into her he climaxed where he kneeled on the bed. Her scream echoed briefly before she passed out.

She was dead when he came back to himself five minutes later. Her eyes were staring at him, open and glassy. He smiled at the terrorized look on her face, imagining Kagome's face when she saw this picture. He pulled out his Polaroid camera and snapped a few pictures. He got one from the foot of the bed that depicted the final mutilation perfectly, a shot he took standing over her on the bed that showed all of her stabs beautifully. Finally he took an up close shot of her face, her mouth open in a silent scream, her face twisted in pain. He chuckled at his good work and started to pack up his stuff, making sure not to leave a thing.

When he finished he went back to the bedroom to fill his gaze with her wonderfully bloodied body one last time. He picked up his stuff and turned at the doorway to mutter an ancient spell he had found in a book Kanna had given him. In moments the only thing left in the apartment that showed someone had been there was the bloodless body on the bed. Every single hair, skin particle, or anything else from him had disappeared like he had never been there, along with the mess of her blood.

He locked the door as he shut it. At the elevator he pushed the button and patiently waited for it, humming an old tune. When the door opened there was a young woman in her mid twenties riding it down. She smiled interestedly at him and he smiled in return, fixing his eyes on hers. She was pretty enough, honey blonde with platinum streaks. Her nose was small and her mouth finely shaped. Her eyes were deep, deep blue of the sea. He got in the elevator beside her and kept his gaze focused on hers all the way down. He heard her heart rate increase and her breathing go haywire from his mere presence.

When the door opened she hesitated and then got out of the elevator, checking over her shoulder to see him. He followed her out closely and stayed close to her as she walked across the lobby and out the door. He could feel her grow more and more tense, partly out of fear, and partly out of attraction. On her heels he stayed for a block down the road. Finally, when she was about ready to turn and chew him out for following her, he took two long strides and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her to face him. With lightening speed he buried his face in her neck and sliced a small capillary. He sighed in satisfaction of having new, fresh blood on his tongue before turning and leaving abruptly, leaving her stunned. He was grinning as he imagined the look on her face and how she would agonize and dream about that incident.

He continued at a long strided easy pace down the sidewalk, watching the people around him.

It was time to start to look for his next victim.

~**~

The doorbell rang just as Kagome opened her mouth to question Jax and Riasha about their thoughts on her theory.

"Wonder who that could be?" Shippou cocked his head slightly and sniffed the air from his position in the chair to the right on Kagome and Sesshoumaru. "Definitely human. Are you going to answer it?"

Sesshoumaru stood before Kagome could answer the kitsune and left the room to head for the door. She settled from her half crouched position back onto the couch. On the loveseat opposite her Jax was sitting with his arm over Riasha's shoulders. Kagome had a sudden vivid image of what she had seen in their room and felt her cheeks flame. She tried to cover them with her hands but that only drew their attention.

"Something wrong, Kagome?" Riasha asked politely concerned. Kagome shook her head and started to giggle. Jax frowned and Riasha looked more concerned.

"Kagome? What's so funny? Do I have a hair out of place?" he jokingly brushed his hair back with his hand and Kagome laughed harder, remembering just how harried his hair had been…

"Oh damn." She choked out and laughed some more. Riasha angled toward her and asked again if anything was wrong. Kagome shook her head and clapped a hand over her mouth. She just couldn't stop giggling! Every time they said something it gave her the vibrant reflection of when she had come to find them!

`Told you I'd get you back.'

Another spasm of laughter almost doubled her over.

Sesshoumaru walked in just as she was recovering from that last one. His gaze narrowed on her and something about the somber expression told her something was wrong. The laughter died on her lips and made her feel as empty as if she had never found it funny in the first place.

"Who was it?" She asked soberly, feeling something dark clutch at her gut. Sesshoumaru's eyes flashed darkly and he silently handed her something she hadn't even noticed until it was set in her lap. It was a white, sealed package, not very thick, about 8X5 inches. She stared at the intricate script on the front and her stomach knotted up even tighter.

Beautiful Kagome

That's what was written in elaborate script on the front. Hesitantly she touched it. Pure evil just about burned her fingertips and she sucked in a breath.

"Naraku." She whispered, her whole body numb.

Sesshoumaru sat next to her, his face hard, his whole body tensed for what he expected. Riasha sat forward, her eyes large and luminous as she studied the package with apprehension, knowing what was most likely in there. Jax's eyes were watching Kagome with worry, waiting for her reaction when she opened it. There wasn't any doubt in his mind as to what it was either. He reached for Riasha's hand and squeezed it, getting a quick, questioning look from her as she returned the gesture. Shippou was staring at the package like it was poison, his face etched in disgust and fear.

Slowly, almost regretfully, Kagome unsheathed a claw and slit the package open. The photo of a recognizably young girl with black hair and features somewhat similar to hers jolted her and for a moment she thought she might throw up. The girl's eyes were wide open in terror, her mouth twisted in a silent scream that radiated right off the picture. There were dots of blood on her face, a smear on her cheek, and a cut that started below her ear and probably went lower, but the picture did not show it.

The agonized look on the girl's face is what really got to her. There was suffering there, mostly physical, but mental suffering as well. Sickened, Kagome gave the picture to Sesshoumaru as he waited to examine it. It was then she realized there were more pictures.

This one was almost as bad. Maybe it was even worse. It was taken from the foot of the bed, showing the sexual mutilation of the girl. Kagome nearly dropped it when she realized that was what she was seeing. There was blood all over the bed sheets, all over the girl's body. Even in the frozen photograph it could be seen oozing from her body like crimson sweat. Kagome's knotted stomach heaved a little and she tasted it contents in the back of her throat. She quickly passed the picture to Sesshoumaru, who for a split second blanched at the site. He quickly recovered his mask, but in it was a lace of intense anger. Unleashed, she knew it could cause devastation.

There was a third picture. The Polaroid was not so disturbing this time, but was gruesome and bloody just the same. There were stab wounds all over the girl's body. This one was taken from above her, and she could see each and every mark he made on her.

Her hands were shaking as the disgust turned to anger and her blood heated. She passed the last picture to Sesshoumaru, out of the corner of her eye she saw Shippou blanch as he got the first and second pictures. The last piece in the package stared up at her inconspicuously. It's innocence hid what she knew would be another clue from Naraku. Her fingers nearly dropped it as she picked it up; her hands were shaking so badly. Unfolding it was a painful process.

Kagome,

Isn't she beautiful? She was just as sweet and innocent as she looks, maybe even more so, for looks can be deceiving.

My next clue:

`Sin is as sinful does.'

Naraku

Kagome, shaking, handed the last piece of paper to Sesshoumaru. He read it carefully, trying to process the clue. Jax's eyes were horrified as he handed the first and second picture back to her. Shippou was handing Riasha the third one, a shocked look on his face. Shippou was handed the note, Kagome the third picture as Riasha and Jax finished looking at it. Shippou looked up from the note at Kagome, his eyes wide and questioning, and passed it to Riasha. Jax read it over her shoulder. Finally it too was given back to the recipient of the package.

All eyes were turned on her as she stared at the contents on her lap, studying each and every mark on the poor girl's body. Silently she scooped it up and stood, retrieving the TV remote from the top of the 32-inch screen television. The gazes on her were curious as she turned the TV on, until five minutes later when the story came on.

`In the United States, a mutilated body was found in Fitchburg, Massachusetts in the Red Irish hotel in room number 43. It has recently been identified as the body of Jessica Bartlet, an eighteen-year-old girl who was a senior at Rockhearst High school.'

On the screen, a man hurried to the woman and whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened just a little bit and she nodded.

`There is a breakthrough on the identity of the possible perpetrator: A man who was substituting for a Psychology class yesterday when the teacher called to say he would not be in and two of the substitute teachers did not show up. Apparently, the substitute offered to give the victim extra help after school in his hotel room, but his intentions were not what he stated. The man has been identified by the students as `Mr. Naraku' and is said to have waist length black hair, either dark brown or black eyes, is about 6'3" and is of medium build. He is said to be very charming, and seems harmless. If you see a man who matches this description, please do not attempt to interact him and be sure to call the police right away.'

Although the authorities have put out a BOLO on him, along with an arrest warrant, a man of this description has not been picked up or apprehended.

Once again someone stepped up to whisper in the woman's ear. She frowned, and then faced the screen with slightly troubled eyes.

`I am sorry to report that the Psychology teacher whom our `Mr. Naraku' substituted for has just been found dead in his home, cause of death being blood loss from the multiple stab wounds on his body. The teacher, Mr. James Donahough, was emasculated, and had many lethal arteries severed, including the one on his thigh and wrist. There is speculation that Naraku first went to Mr. Donahough's house and coerced him into calling in sick to work before going and taking the substitute job. The two substitute teachers are being searched for right now, despite the fact that they have only been missing for twelve hours.

A woman staying at the Red Irish hotel just recently has anonymously reported seeing a man of Naraku's description leaving the hotel earlier today and claims to have been followed by him and harassed sexually, around 5 PM. Despite this tip, the hotel personnel report no one of this description checking into or out of their hotel and are horrified by the incident that happened there. The desk clerk who was working earlier today has disappeared and has not been found by the police who wish to question him. Other people staying at the hotel have also reported seeing a man of Naraku's description coming and going into and out of the hotel.

Other evidence and findings will be reported at a later date. Onto other stories…'

Kagome shut off the TV and let the remote slip from her hand down to the floor. She sat totally still, staring at the blank screen, her eyes dancing flames of emotion. She got up from the couch and started to pace the floor, her hands clenched at her sides, her brow furrowed, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She stopped and stood totally still, tense.

"Park." She said cryptically and then disappeared. Sesshoumaru rose from the couch and swore, his face pulled into angry lines. Riasha stood and laid a hand on his arm.

"She'll be back, stop worrying." Sesshoumaru gazed at her with lifeless eyes, shook his head slowly and sat back down. He knew she was right, but it didn't make him any happier.

"Guys?" Shippou's face was puckered and pale. "Where did Kagome go?" He asked worriedly. No one had an answer.

Riasha felt a tingling in her conscious and opened her mouth to voice her opinion when Kagome appeared in the living room and sat heavily on the couch. Sesshoumaru immediately started on her.

"What the hell did you think you were doing? Why did you take off like that without saying anything to anybody? Didn't you think? Didn't it occur to you that we might want to know-" He cut off his speech suddenly. He gently lifted her chin and saw the tears in her eyes. "Kagome?"

"The park. They were in the park, in the bushes… they were both runners and got up early to run before going to work. I've never seen so much damn blood, never. It stained the leaves, the grass. And he couldn't even spare them dignity in death. It was… so disgusting." She shuddered.

"The substitutes." Sesshoumaru wasn't asking her, he was just confirming his thoughts. She nodded her head and closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the images dancing in her eyes. But they became only clearer on the back of her closed eyelids. Her eyes shot open again and she got up again, and then sat back down, her hand shooting up to her face to cover it.

"I don't know what to do. How to stop it. He just keeps killing innocent people, all because of me. I mean, I've seen bloody battlefields that had hundreds dead in them, but that never really got to me. But this, this is so personal, and so ghastly." When Sesshoumaru put his arm around her shoulder she leaned into him, hoping his warmth would unfreeze the coldness that permeated her body right now. It didn't, nothing but seeing Naraku suffer a slow and painful death would help her right now.

Suddenly she sat up, pulling away from Sesshoumaru. "Guess what guys?" They all watched her, waiting to see what other bad news she might spout. "We're going to America again."

She got up and motioned for them to do the same. "Shippou, I'll give you the visual to get us there. We're going to the Red Irish hotel."

Jax gave Sesshoumaru a questioning look, but Sesshoumaru knew that he was in no position to stop this right now. She would go whether the rest of them did or not.

Resolutely, they all linked hands and winked out into the brief nothingness of between.

~**~

No one had yet bothered him in his dark corner of the bar. He was glad, he was brooding at the moment and did not wish to be bothered. He was agonizing over using his name to the students; he should not have done it. For now he could not use his name anymore, anywhere. They were on the lookout for someone using his name. It was a minor error, but one that pissed him off immensely. He wanted to be able use his name, it was his legacy. He had inherited this name from the original Naraku; he did not want to stop using it because of his mistake. But perhaps it made no difference, for he knew who he was.

He noticed a few lovelies watching him from across the bar room, a tall blonde with a rather large nose and a petite brunette with blue eyes. Odd, a brunette having blue eyes. It wasn't all that common. She probably used contacts. Both women were watching him and obviously trying to get up the courage to come and talk to him. The blonde stood, swaying slightly, tossed down another drink, and started toward him. He watched her, expressionless, as she approached. Her steps were a little hesitant and heavy, she was pretty drunk. And it was obvious neither of these women had watched the news.

"Hey sugah, mind if ah sit down?" Ah, a southern belle. Very pretty voice, and her gentle accent made it even better. But what did he expect since he was in Alabama?

"Not at all." He replied smoothly. She smiled and sat, and he decided her nose wasn't really that big, not really at all when she smiled.

"You from `round he~ah?" She drawled softly. He shook his head.

"East. You?"

"Ah grew up `round he~ah. Ah'm visitin' mah family, but Ah recently moved to New York."

"I see." He changed the subject. "How old are you?" She fluttered her eyelids and grinned.

"And why would you be askin' that?" She leaned forward in her seat.

"Merely curious." He returned the grin.

"Ah'll be twenny-two in a month."

She was lying.

"Really? And here I thought you looked slightly too mature to be `twenny-two'." He fixed his eyes on her and she blushed.

"Well, actuahlly Ah'm only nineteen, but Stephy told me to say ah was oldah." She admitted. "Yah really think I look oldah?"

"Uh huh. I thought you were at least twenty seven." He made a split second decision. "Either way, I won't be illegal when I ask you this."

"Ahsk me what?" She said curiously.

"If you and your friend wanted to stay the night with me."

~**~

END.

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