InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Suffocating ❯ Drowning In Her Own Voice ( Chapter 12 )

Suffocating
Chapter 12: Drowning in Her Own Voice


Story produced and written by:
XX_Blue_Lips_XX

 

 

Looming darkness, casted above, swirling in clouds of purple and making the air insufferable. Polluted and toxic, it was unmeant for human lungs. The clouds darkened and the skies groaned. Through the miasma stricken air, hidden from site, a castle with the confines of evil lurked. Orbs that bleed over crimson, pierced through the thickening fog. Intense and unwavering, the owner of such vile and sadistic eyes sneered at his surroundings.

 

As he sat on the steps of the castle, a small childish figure emerged from the dark confinements of the castle walls. In hand was an unreflective mirror, that seeped with power and life. Her stock white hair, framing her blank emotionless eyes, blew slightly in the barely noticeable wind.

 

“Show me her!” His voice was smooth and held little if none of a harsh manner.

 

The young void tilted her mirror slightly, her emotion never wavering. With a liquid like swirl forming in the mirror, it twisted and spiralled until the makings of a human woman, who slept soundly was present.

 

Kanna, with soundless steps stood forth before her maker, the mirror to his eye level. The image sustained show of the sleeping girl, wrapped soundly in silk blankets. Her face of a sleeping angel though containing no such qualities such as a smile were drawn to her pale feather soft skin, she slept without fear or tension.

 

Naraku nearly smirked, but the thought of that human bitch lying comfortably in the Tai-youkai's dwellings, brought a growl from his twisted lips. She was peaceful and safe, but for how long? He chose his timing for interception and now was not the time. He would let her free from his hold in the dreamlands and mind, but he would crush her very soul and bring her back to the tortures of his demented hands, his heaven—her hell. When the time came, the phantom of cruel reality would snatch her in its suffocating hold, and crush her to the deathlike trance in an unholy reminder of the death she was not permitted.

 

She would soon believe him gone—vanished from her realm of life, just enough for him to sneak his way to capturing her again, but this time he would drag along another, another who he would possess. The beauty of Sesshomaru's power would be his, forever beheld in his hold.

 

He would wait, it was only a matter of time till he brought his whore back under his clutch and that Inu-Youkai would fall before him. A cynical smile crept onto his face as the very image of that day flashed in the depths of his scarlet eyes.

 

The image in the mirror swirled and faded returning to the glass state in which it was known. Kanna returned inside, her soundless feet whispering away.

 

With a despicable chuckle that echoed across the spans of his homestead, he raised and followed his offspring's steps. Once retreated into his shadowy abyss of his castle, he decided to pay a visit to a certain offspring of his. He walked the cellar steps his form bleeding into the shadows of the long underground vault, to his awaiting dungeons below.

 

 

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The swirling mist of the moon's ever present light filtered into the dark room. Stretching it's warming glow to the shadows that lurked beyond its reach. The room held a silence that hung greatly in the sleeping maiden's quarters. A silence that hung for a moments peace. The woman hidden in the dark shadows of the night, covered in the finest silks in the west, tossed and turned, beads of sweat trickling down her pale face.

 

Her face withered with creased lines, a groan escaping her parted lips. A gasp broke the spell of silence and soon cries and fear stricken moans sounded from her quivering body. She tossed violently in her unconsciousness. Her hands gripped the sheets, her legs kicking and her body convulsing in a panic. Her lips parted more so, releasing a scream that tore throughout the air like a knife. Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes bleeding a trail down her cheeks and soaking the silk that covered her form.

 

Her body shot forward, her eyes fluttering before snapping open. The dullness that tainted her crystal orbs were painted in spiralling emotions. Fear quipped the most of them, panic spilling into the shocking waves of fear.

 

Gripping the sheets as if they were her own life line, she pulled them snug against her body as a form of security. The tears that leaked from her eyes spilled over in rivers, the watery form of emotion sparkling in the glare of the moonlight.

 

With shaky hands she pulled the covers back, her feet sliding off the bed to the cold flooring. When planted firmly to the hardened floor, she pushed herself off the bed. Before she could pose the idea of walking, she steadied her shaking limbs. Her racing heart hammered against her chest and the dream still lingered dangerously in her grieving mind.

 

Absentmindly noticing that she was clad in a smooth blue silk, yukata, and that she no longer was stained in blood, and the bandages that wrapped around her small wrists.

 

Moving with an unsteady rhythm, she situated herself in the confines of the shadowed corner. Her quivering arms wrapped around her bent knees, her head placing homage to the cavity of secured limbs.

 

Her mind was in a torrent of misery. Her heart sounding loudly to the terrors of her forsaken dreams of reality. No matter the will of her broken soul, the push of her mind, the blinding lights that hid ever so solemnly behind clouded eyes, she could not run from the torment she called dreams. Even released from the hold of the dream world, her mind's persistent taunt was a relentless recollect of throbbing anguish. She was unaided in this world. Alone to deal her happenings without the tender hands of guidance that others so significantly offered. She no longer belonged to the world of care. No longer did she live in a world that shrouded her from the ache that swelled in her chest or the scars that littered her soul so profoundly that they could not be mended.

 

She was abandoned and helpless. So very helpless.

 

The tears had dried from her dusted eyes, had faded to the workings of her heart. She could not feel to any further extent from the numbness that plagued her body and soul. Her entire being frozen and anaesthetize by the despicable hands of depraved creatures. A creature that would forever haunt her. A creature with a name that tasted sour on her tongue. Naraku. This beast of pure evil. This creature born from a corrupted mind. A true dealing of what lay dormant in a blackened heart.

 

Kagome sat in the stillness that welcomed her. She could feel her body be put to ease with the darkness that hid her from the world, but anguished and tortured her in addition.

 

Raising her head with a soulless gesture, she cocked it in the direction of the open window. Her eyes glared at the moon's radiance, jealous of its freedom. Her orbs narrowed in envy.

 

She supposed that she was never intended for such things. Her fate was already written in a permanent ink of scripture. Heaving a sigh, she raised to stand. Ambling over to the windowpane and crossing her arms on the sill, she rested her chin on her forearms. All she could do was glance at the moon that sparkled in mirth. She narrowed her eyes. Even the moon tantalized her. Laughed at her god forsaken existence.

 

Ensnared in the holy flush of the wholesome light, she was oblivious to the golden pools that stared at her. She was astray in her own mind. Her body not sensing the powerful aura that leaked from the lithe individual, she unaware of his being.

 

 

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Heaving gasps of breath reverberated throughout the damp recesses of the dungeon chambers. In the midst of the shadows of the putrid stench of the chambers, chained and abused held a wind youkai. Her kimono was in ruins, shredded and ineffective just hanging off her scared body. The purpose of coverage slashed to pointless rags in which covered small amounts of flesh.

 

Her wheezes were laboured and sharp, her eyes squeezed tight as her claws grated against the formidable shackles confined to her wrists. Her struggles grew violent as the intense scent of miasma started to consume the entire cellar. Her attempts were feeble when the scent drew closer for she knew they were in vain. Crimson orbs much like her own glared back at her.

 

Naraku sniggered at his offspring. She was drained and weakened. He could hear her pathetic breaths wheezing in and out.

 

Stepping in line with her rigid body, he knelt whilst seizing her chin in one hand. Lifting her face so that her bleeding orbs locked with his own, he leered at her as he stroked her cheek with his claw.

 

“You served me well in the past but it seems that you have engaged yourself in defying me time and again. Why the sudden alteration, Kagura?” Naraku smirked, his claws submerging into her flesh beneath his finger tips.

 

Kagura jerked her head to the side in hope to rid herself from the degraded creature's claws. This only initiated a chuckle out of Naraku. His amusement established from her inferior antics. Kagura felt a shiver creep slowly up her back from his spine crawling laugh.

 

“Next time you wish to defy me—“Naraku trailed his hand to her throat, his iron grip suffocating her, ”I will tear out your very throat and watch as you choke on your own blood!” He spat, his fangs gleaming in the thin light of the moon as his claws penetrated the delicate surface of the protective flesh covering her throat, before jerking away.

 

Releasing her from her captivity, he strode out of sight, a last warning tossed over his shoulder. Kagura stumbled to the ground, a scowl on her pale face.' I'll be free from you Naraku! Damn you! I will be free!'

 

 

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With a soft hum escaping her colourless lips, her eyes drifted close. Her soul needed release from the pain and if tears would not serve as its source, her soul knew one last way to grasp its finger's around a fruitless calm. Her lips parted and the sound escalated. Her soul bleed into the sound, forming word's that she sang long ago.

 

" Please, oh ,please forgive me,
But I won't be home again,
Maybe someday you'll look up And barely conscious,
you'll say to no one Isn't something missing? "

 

Her voice was lined with sadness and her heart constricted as the word's flowed from her mouth. She was pleading, she was begging, asking for something to reassure her that she really wasn't alone.

 

" You won't cry for my absence, I know ,

You forgot me long ago ,Am I that unimportant? ,
Am I so insignificant? Isn't someone missing me? "

 

As her voice soared, everything else around her faded from existence. Everything was now just a blurred image. Her entire being feeling as if she was no longer standing on solid ground.

 

" Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now ,
Though I'd die to know you love me ,
I'm all alone ,Isn't someone missing me? "

 

 

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A disgruntled noise shook him awake. The noise sounded distant and smothered. He recognized the sound, along with the scent of salt water that followed with it. Shifting to the direction of his door, Sesshomaru listened to further analyze the whereabouts of the restless noise. He knew from further inspection that it was not coming from Rin's room. He figured as much. Rin hadn't had nightmares for a very long while. When the strong scent of fear and panic, mixed with fresh tears assaulted his nose, Sesshomaru caught the distinctive smell of the woman.

 

It seems that nightmares were plaguing her dreams. He could almost feel her discomfort sleeting off in waves. Sesshomaru listened to the sobs that captured his ears and rose from his bed. With a sigh, he glided to his chamber door and slipped from the room.

 

` Why do I bother with such insignificance? The woman is having no more then a petty nightmare?' Sesshomaru thought with a scowl. Why he bothered to see what caused her such discomfort was beyond him.

 

Having taken only a few steps he came to face the chamber door next to his own. His hand sought out the doorknob, pausing for a moment. Grimacing at himself for even giving a damn about the human's distress, his stoic mask never cracked from the time he awoke to now.

 

Opening the door he strode past the frame before halting in his actions. The onna had her back to him and was leaning on the window sill…..humming? He was glued to the spot where he stood as he heard words start to form from her softly humed tune. The word's were hauntingly sorrow and filled with many emotions. He couldn't find himself able to move from the spot as he had situated himself at.

 

The song had an eerie source to it and only added and intensified the mood the human gave off. He narrowed his eyes as the onna's emotions engulfed him, strangled him into continuing to listen, yet at the same time he--on his own free will--felt the need to hear the rest of her song.

 

It was captivating how the words absorbed the sensitive ears of the Taiyoukai. He was surrounded with a wave of emotion. His eyes were in a trance of concentration as the onna stood, back turned, a voice wavering in tearless clouds.

 

 

" Please, oh ,please forgive me ,
But I won't be home again ,
I know what you do to yourself ,
I breath deep and cry out Isn't something missing? "

 

 

Her hands gripped the ledge, as her frame shook with the wanting, tearless, fearful emotion that wavered her angelic words into a string of truth, of ever wanting peace that struck out at him. Her emotions continued their assault on him, stringing him along to the agony that revolved so rigidly around her very heart and soul. With glowing amber eyes, he watched from the short distance, as her body sluggishly moved to turn. Her eyes were closed slightly, her mouth posed for the next verse, as her hands curled to fists at her sides.

 

" Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now ,
Though I'd die to know you love me ,
I'm all alone ,Isn't someone missing me? "

" And if I bleed, I'll bleed ,Knowing you don't care ,
And if I sleep just to dream of you ,
I'll wake without you there-- ,''

 

Her words abruptly vanished when her soulless eyes peeked from the slits that revealed the broken fragments of emotion, that clung to her person. A gasp tore through the silence that had taken place during the gap of her shock. Sesshomaru merely stared at her, his impassive face not giving away anything.

 

Kagome quickly recovered from her shock as she bowed deeply, muttering apologies to him,” I did not mean to wake you, my Lord.” When she got no reply, she glanced up to see him still looking at her. ” My Lord?”

 

“ You have nightmares, do you not?” Sesshomaru enquired.

 

Kagome dropped her head at his question. Her distress was what had awoken him. She knew there was no way around his probing so she answered simply,” Hai, My Lord.”

 

Sesshomaru was intrigued to learn more about this human female and her plaguing phantoms in which consoled their taunts on her in the dreamlands.” What is it that you are so agonized by, that you cry out from your dreams?”

 

“Past events, Milord.” Was all Kagome would say. Her head remained bowed, as her body slumped in defeat. She was tired but utterly frightened of the darkness that only offered pain.

 

He could smell all the emotions that wavered from one to next, as she fought to stay standing. She was weak and tired, he could plainly see it written all over her. It was in the way she stood, in her scent, and her words. But he could also tell that there was something more to the picture then simply weariness that brought upon the sluggishness of her person.

 

In the gleaming light of the waning moon, a twinkle of some sort fought attention of his eyes. Looking to where it came from, a discoloured line of skin was present on her fair neck. Two raised marks—to what seemed to be puncher marks—stood ever-so proudly on her alabaster flesh. His eyes narrowed. He knew what the scar was, for only a mated being was granted the mark. The mark of a mated bitch. Of another youkai's property. A mating mark.

 

Kagome had raised her head, do to the silence that had fallen in the room, and met the stare of the Western, Tai-youkai. His eyes were not focused on her face though, but somewhere stationed just below her head. Confused she looked down, and regretted it the very moment she did. Clenching her jaw, her hand snapped up and covered the mark, officially covering it, but not nearly in time to stop his eyes from witnessing the damnable mating mark.

 

Removing his eyes from the placement of the two fine puncher marks, he stared at the shaking girl. Her eyes darkened in fear, as he looked at her. Cocking her head to the right she broke the eyes contact and made to ignore his being, but when he asked the inevitable question her head snapped back to him, eyes locked with his.

 

“ Who are you mated to that you would fear my knowledge of the simply fact your mated?”

 

 

To be continued.......

 

 

A/N:

 

I'm sorry for the long delay but due to school and the upcoming fashion show in which I'm the designer for I haven't had that much time to write. This is the last chapter that will uploaded until Chapter 10 is fixed and revised. I'm sorry for the long wait, but please keep reading and keep a look out for new chapters to come.

 

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