InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Inner Strength ( Chapter 106 )
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By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 949 | Visits: 646 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 949 | Visits: 646 | Status: Completed
Title: Inner Strength
Community: IB4Y
Theme: "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: R
Genre: angst, romance
Universe: canon
Word count: 749 (500-750 limit)
Summary: Kagura’s life changes forever.
Warnings: dark, mention of rape
**please note the warnings**
Inner Strength
“Kagura! Come here…”
The wind sorceress grimaced; she knew that tone. And she knew what would come next—a violation, physical pain that paled in comparison to the mental revulsion and self-loathing that would haunt her for days afterward. Naraku did not call on her often, but the lustful thief Onigumo still lived within him, hungering for the undead miko but driven to satiate his hateful desire on a substitute. There was a reason one of Naraku’s first incarnations had been a beautiful woman. She would go to him, unresisting to his advances. He held her life in his hands, after all. Would she choose rape or death? So far, the answer had always been the same.
But not today. The past was no longer relevant. Nor were her hopes of a future, for which she had endured so much suffering. Something was different today, something deep within her, which seemed to exude strength and resolve through her entire being.
“No,” Kagura called back, a surge of adrenaline rushing through her as she steeled herself for her master’s fury.
He did not disappoint, storming into the room, hackles raised and eyes ablaze with malice.
“What did you say?” he growled, looming over her. His shadow, so dark, so oppressive, lay across her, but today she was immune to its influence.
“I said ‘no.’ Go find some other woman to violate.”
Naraku gaped, and Kagura decided to continue before he broke out of his stupor.
“I am with child, Naraku. Your child.”
“I-impossible!” the hanyou declared. “I created you to be—”
“Whether you intended to or not, you created a woman. A real woman, whole in every way. Perhaps you are not as skilled at playing Kami as you profess to be.”
“Bitch,” Naraku snarled. “It matters not; you are still my sl—”
“No longer!” Kagura shouted, rising defiantly to her feet. “From this day forth, I am no longer your personal slave. I will continue to serve you, but I will not allow you to endanger this child’s life. And since I doubt being gentle is within your capabilities as a man, you will keep your hands and tentacles off of me from now on.” She raised her fan, brandishing it meaningfully. “I will fight you if I must. You will have to kill me before I let you touch me again.”
Naraku stared at her, breathing heavily, anger and logic warring within him. Was it better to lose a sexual outlet, or a powerful servant? Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spun his back to her.
“Very well. But Kagura, do not forget that I hold your life in my hands,” he reminded her, the threat sounding weak and empty for the first time in her life. Then he was gone.
Kagura slumped onto the floor, a shallow chuckle escaping her lips. He bought it. He actually bought it! Never before had she thought she could lie directly to Naraku’s face and get away with it. It seemed this new source of inner strength was changing everything. For she was indeed carrying a child. It was not, however, Naraku’s.
Logic dictated that the father could be one of two men, but Kagura knew otherwise. How she knew, she could not say. But it was as clear to her as her feelings for the silver-haired demon who had given her this wonderful gift. She beamed as she recalled that night…
The moon had been bright, setting his long mane aglow. His whole being was ethereal to her, perfect, unreachable for a retch like her. And yet, though he had resisted her advances initially, he finally took her into his embrace, loving her with all-consuming passion.
Afterwards, he had said it was a mistake, a moment of weakness, and that it would never happen again. But his eyes told her the truth, and it was the longing in his gaze which she clung to. In his stunning golden orbs she glimpsed the true Sesshoumaru, uninhibited by stubborn pride or notions of propriety.
It was this which would give form to her dreams now, the hopes inspired by those eyes and the memories of that night. But even if she did not survive to see her child grow up, she would make sure that Sesshoumaru raised it as his own. The tiny creature within her, which had already given her so much, would survive. The past was gone for good, and things would never be the same.
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Community: IB4Y
Theme: "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: R
Genre: angst, romance
Universe: canon
Word count: 749 (500-750 limit)
Summary: Kagura’s life changes forever.
Warnings: dark, mention of rape
**please note the warnings**
Inner Strength
“Kagura! Come here…”
The wind sorceress grimaced; she knew that tone. And she knew what would come next—a violation, physical pain that paled in comparison to the mental revulsion and self-loathing that would haunt her for days afterward. Naraku did not call on her often, but the lustful thief Onigumo still lived within him, hungering for the undead miko but driven to satiate his hateful desire on a substitute. There was a reason one of Naraku’s first incarnations had been a beautiful woman. She would go to him, unresisting to his advances. He held her life in his hands, after all. Would she choose rape or death? So far, the answer had always been the same.
But not today. The past was no longer relevant. Nor were her hopes of a future, for which she had endured so much suffering. Something was different today, something deep within her, which seemed to exude strength and resolve through her entire being.
“No,” Kagura called back, a surge of adrenaline rushing through her as she steeled herself for her master’s fury.
He did not disappoint, storming into the room, hackles raised and eyes ablaze with malice.
“What did you say?” he growled, looming over her. His shadow, so dark, so oppressive, lay across her, but today she was immune to its influence.
“I said ‘no.’ Go find some other woman to violate.”
Naraku gaped, and Kagura decided to continue before he broke out of his stupor.
“I am with child, Naraku. Your child.”
“I-impossible!” the hanyou declared. “I created you to be—”
“Whether you intended to or not, you created a woman. A real woman, whole in every way. Perhaps you are not as skilled at playing Kami as you profess to be.”
“Bitch,” Naraku snarled. “It matters not; you are still my sl—”
“No longer!” Kagura shouted, rising defiantly to her feet. “From this day forth, I am no longer your personal slave. I will continue to serve you, but I will not allow you to endanger this child’s life. And since I doubt being gentle is within your capabilities as a man, you will keep your hands and tentacles off of me from now on.” She raised her fan, brandishing it meaningfully. “I will fight you if I must. You will have to kill me before I let you touch me again.”
Naraku stared at her, breathing heavily, anger and logic warring within him. Was it better to lose a sexual outlet, or a powerful servant? Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spun his back to her.
“Very well. But Kagura, do not forget that I hold your life in my hands,” he reminded her, the threat sounding weak and empty for the first time in her life. Then he was gone.
Kagura slumped onto the floor, a shallow chuckle escaping her lips. He bought it. He actually bought it! Never before had she thought she could lie directly to Naraku’s face and get away with it. It seemed this new source of inner strength was changing everything. For she was indeed carrying a child. It was not, however, Naraku’s.
Logic dictated that the father could be one of two men, but Kagura knew otherwise. How she knew, she could not say. But it was as clear to her as her feelings for the silver-haired demon who had given her this wonderful gift. She beamed as she recalled that night…
The moon had been bright, setting his long mane aglow. His whole being was ethereal to her, perfect, unreachable for a retch like her. And yet, though he had resisted her advances initially, he finally took her into his embrace, loving her with all-consuming passion.
Afterwards, he had said it was a mistake, a moment of weakness, and that it would never happen again. But his eyes told her the truth, and it was the longing in his gaze which she clung to. In his stunning golden orbs she glimpsed the true Sesshoumaru, uninhibited by stubborn pride or notions of propriety.
It was this which would give form to her dreams now, the hopes inspired by those eyes and the memories of that night. But even if she did not survive to see her child grow up, she would make sure that Sesshoumaru raised it as his own. The tiny creature within her, which had already given her so much, would survive. The past was gone for good, and things would never be the same.
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