InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the unruly ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: AKZJ1994

Shouting, along with a massive headache woke Ana from her dreams of endless darkness. She groaned and held her head as she pushed herself from the futon she lay on. “What the hell?” she asked, looking around, confused as to where she was. The pounding in her head diminished a little after sitting up but the ruckus outside wasn't making it any better. She tried to think about what had happened last night but the last thing she remembered was taking a late night stroll and getting an asthma attack, then nothing. She could have sworn she had died but that was obviously not the case because she could hear the bickering outside, feel the structure of the bamboo mats under her hands and smell the scent of burnt wood that still lingered in the air. She was sure that being dead would strip her of those senses. She tried harder to remember but thinking only made the headache worse. Unable to find a logical reason for her being still alive and disgruntled by the loud voice she recognized as Inuyasha's, she got up from the futon, stumbling over the fireplace in the middle of the hut as she tried to walk through the makeshift door. She felt like crap, any little noise made her head pound and the dizziness that clouded her mind turned the few steps through the hut into a challenge. All that was missing from the hangover feeling was the puking fit for which she was truly grateful. Morning light hit her face when she pushed past the mat, groaning as she covered her eyes. “Shut the fuck up Inuyasha! It's too early in the morning for this. Didn't your girlfriend take you for your morning walk?” As everything went silent, she slowly blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the sun's brightness .

Everyone seemed to be on edge. Miroku and Sango were in a defensive stance, Inuyasha stood protectively in front of Kagome and Shippo hid his face behind her legs. The little boy shook with trepidation and she followed his gaze to see a tall, pale, silver-haired person standing not too far away from the group. She inspected the being, noting the tattooed dark blue crescent moon on his forehead and two maroon streaks on each cheek. From the maroon eyeshadow around the eyelids and the fur over the shoulder she concluded that the person before her was a female. That, however, changed when she took note of the type of clothing she wore. If her memory served right she was actually a male. Okay maybe he was flamboyant? Wanting to know the reason for their unease she headed to where Kagome stood. But she hadn't even taken two steps when said man had his hands around her waist. She shrieked in fear from his sudden touch and tried to pry his hand from her body but its grip was tight as iron, pinning her to his body. Inuyasha and the others ran to her as she screamed, wide-eyed and panicking, but it was too late because without much effort he leapt into the air.

Her heart slammed in her chest when she saw her friends getting smaller and smaller. Heights had never been her favourite thing, one mistake on a tall building and your body would be splattered across the floor below. Laden with anxiety she grabbed unto the man for dear life and silently prayed that he wasn't going to let her go. Relief washed over her body when they landed a few minutes later in the nearby woods, but it was immediately replaced by anger. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she yelled while throwing her hands up. “What is wrong with the people of this time? Look here mister, you can't just go around kidnapping people, it's wrong. Didn't your parents teach you better?” His silence did nothing but rile her anger even more. She cocked her hip and folded her arms over her chest. “Are you dumb? Do you not understand standard Japanese or do you by chance understand English? Who are you to kidnap someone?” His eyes flashed red and she instantly regretted uttering a word. What was this guy?

“This Sesshomaru does as he pleases,” he stated simply. Did he just say what she heard him say? She shook her head, “This is unbelievable.” This guy was seriously creepy and his constant, heavy staring was making her uncomfortable but she wasn't about to shrink under his scrutiny. A subtle sign of disgust crossed his face and vanished just as soon as it had come which she would have missed if she had taken her eyes off him for but a second. What the hell was his problem? Was he a racist on top of being a kidnapper?? “Look, you ain't a fine piece of ass either and if you have a problem with my appearance you should take whatever stick you currently have situated up your ass-” He had his hand around her neck before she could finish her statement. Memories of her past crashed into her as she tried to loosen his grip. Without warning tears pooled out of her eyes, remembering her helplessness as she lay trapped between the bed and her assaulter. Her bottom lip quivered as she subconsciously relived the nightmare.

He released her instantly, causing her to land on the floor, gasping for air. She coughed as air filled her lungs, while a lump formed in her throat. It had been years since the incident and she had never let anyone know about her fear of men. She had always steeled her emotions whenever she found herself around them, but this was the first time one had come this close. The turmoil of her emotions was too much to control. “You should have just killed me,” she said softly, pulling her knees to her chest. Why did this have to happen to her? As a matter of fact why was she even alive? Depression slowly ate away at her emotions as she remembered her life after the event. The nightmares, the fear of every male she encountered, the feeling of relief when she cut herself, lifting the pain from her soul at least a little and not being able to fully confide in her mother. Oh god her mom, through all this mess she had forgotten about the one person she did care about. What kind of daughter was she? She ran her fingers through her tangled hair as she tried to fight back the tears that threatened to come back again. “Do not take your life lightly onna,” he said with a snarl.

She looked up at him with a scowl. “You don't know anything about me nor what I went through so don't hand me that bullshit.” He glared at her and she stared back into his amber eyes, unwavered by his menacing look. She flinched and buried her face back into her knees when he began to approach her. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for another choke hold as even more memories flooded her mind. The pain between her legs, the sticky sensation of blood and semen running down her thighs, his sickening touch so cold against her skin… it was all there. The memory caused her skin to crawl and she began to shake her head and rub her arms while mumbling for him to stop. That was why he had kidnapped her, right?

A clatter caused her to look up and her eyes widened when she saw that he had removed the armor he was wearing. Agitated she watched as he pulled out his swords from his obi and placed them next to his feet. She was right, he had only brought her out here for one reason. Would Kagome and the others come to rescue her? She whimpered, shaking her head as she backed up into the tree. Her heart was beating a thousand miles per hour and there was no way to escape. Air hitched in her throat when he sat beside her and when he pulled her into his lap she went rigid. It was going to happen to her again and just like before she had no power to stop it. She jumped in surprise when he ran his fingers through her hair, tugging gently when he came across some knots. Was he petting her? Oh god, he was going to toy with her first. This could not be happening.

“What is your name onna,” he said calmly. She was now more confused than ever. Didn't he bring her out into the woods to have his way with her? The strokes through her hair stopped and she found her face being gently turned to meet his. “You will answer this Sesshomaru when asked a question, now answer,” he said sternly. “Anastasia,” she said softly. He released her face and she turned to face forward once more. The whole thing had her on edge. Was this his weird way of role play? “Speak,” he said as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. Speak? What was he talking about? She was too scared to ask but she was also afraid that if she didn't speak he would hit her. She stuttered. “You are troubled, now speak,” he said. Realization dawned on her, he wanted her to tell her about what had happened to her when she was younger, but why would he care? He didn't look like the type to lower himself to show sympathy for others. As if reading her mind he said, “This Sesshomaru cares not for your current state. This Sesshomaru is merely curious.”

He didn't care but was curious... odd fella. “Onna.” he said, sounding irritated. She sighed, now that she knew he wasn't going to hurt her, she felt a bit more relaxed. Although she didn't want to talk about that terrifying time in her life she had no choice but to tell her story. “I was eight when it happened. I had just come home from school and my parents weren't back from work yet so I headed to my room to get my homework done.” She furrowed her brows as she tried to push through the memories. “Um, I heard the doorbell ring so I went to see who it was because I knew my parents had a key to the house. When I opened the door I recognized the man standing outside as one of my dad's business partners so I let him inside.” Her steady heartbeat started to increase as images of the man's face came to her minds surface, as if the memory had just waited for an opportunity to escape the prison she had shut it in long ago. “He told me that my dad was expecting him. I believed him but I called my dad to let him know. I was always told that I was a bit mature for my age,” she laughed bitterly then frowned. Her features hardened as she continued. “My dad told me they would be home in fifteen minutes and that was all the time he needed.” She paused, she could hear her muffled screams as the memory played in her mind and she fought with herself to continue her story. “My mistake was going back to my room because my desk is faced away from the door so I can't see the door whenever I'm doing my homework.”

She swallowed a lump that formed in her throat. “Ahh, I didn't hear him when he came up the stairs and before I knew it he had me on my bed with his hand over my mouth.” The screams in her head grew louder as her heart rate increased and her breathing became rapid,. “I tried to kick him off of me but he had his body pinned on top of mine. He told me to behave as he pulled my underwear off, then he began to touch me.” She covered her mouth as the memory played over and over in her mind and she tried her best not to gag. “When he thought I was ready he slammed his thing between my thighs and continued until he spilled himself inside.” She could still feel the pain between her pelvis as if it was happening at that very moment and she pulled her knees back to her chest. “When he was done he told me to wipe myself and to never tell my parents because they wouldn't believe me anyway.” She shook her head as tears cascaded down her face. “I was so scared. I was scared and I believed him and I never told my parents.” She wrapped her hands around her body, convulsing as her emotions spiraled out of control. He pulled her close to his body until she relaxed once more. “After the incident I became a shut in. My mother tried to talk to me but I never spoke about it, my dad on the other hand retaliated differently. He would hit me, scream at me whenever I didn't speak up or didn't talk to his associates whenever they came to the house. He thought I was being disrespectful and never took the time to figure out what was wrong with me.”

There was a moment of silence and surprisingly, she felt a lot better, even though it had been really difficult to relive the memory of her rape. “Thanks for listening,” she said with a soft sigh. Feeling compelled to reward him for his kindness she kissed him on his cheek. In a heartbeat she found herself on the soft bed of grass with him looming over her and a tiny bit of electricity ran through her body as he wiped the rest of her tears away. She was a bit startled by the change in his demeanor but his touch was gentle and strange enough, she felt safe. He gently rubbed his cheek against hers before planting a kiss on her lips. His lips were soft and the kiss sent tiny bits of electricity through her body. This new feeling, his soft caress left her in bliss so she welcomed it. The kiss went from soft to passionate, taking her off guard, as his tongue swiped against her lips demanding access into her mouth. Curious as to what he wanted she granted his wish. It was weird to feel his tongue explore her mouth and wrap around her own but it wasn't unpleasant.

Her nether region tingled as a fluttery warm feeling coursed through her body. He released their kiss, leaving her breathless before going to the nape of her neck where he planted soft licks and kisses. A soft moan escaped her lips as he continued to kiss her skin and ran his hand up her tank top, slipping under her bra and cupping her breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze then rubbed her nipple, causing her to moan louder as the sensation she felt earlier intensified. His gentleness with her seemed to take away her fears of a manly touch until she felt his hardness against her thigh. Her heart slammed into her chest as fear gripped her body once again, causing her to go rigid. He stopped his fondling immediately and pushed himself from her body. She could sense that he was perturbed and tried to console him but he growled at her and quickly put his armor back on. She scoffed, rolled her eyes and pulled down her tank top. What was his problem? She pushed herself from the floor and silently walked behind of him. A jumble of emotions left her confused by her own actions. Why did she allow him to touch her? She really didn't know but thinking about it, she did know that she didn't hate his touch.

As they continued to walk, back to the village, as she assumed, she studied his features noting the way he walked proudly yet elegantly, the shininess of his long flowy hair and the material he wore, all that had her conclude that he was from noble birth. No wonder he acted the way he did, demanding and such. But why was he not sitting in a castle somewhere? What would an aristocrat like him do in a tiny village as the one of Kagome and her friends? Maybe he was the brother Inuyasha had spoken of? She was brought out of her musings when she saw something flicker in the corner of her eye. She looked up to see him fly away and noticed that she wasn't too far away from the village. Shrugging she began her journey to her other new acquaintances.

Kagome came running towards her as she got closer to the village. “Are you okay?” Kagome asked, resting her hand on her shoulder. She shrugged her hand off of her shoulder, “Thanks for saving me.” Ana said through gritted teeth. Kagome laughed weakly as she scratched her head. “Sesshomaru is very intimidating and he and Inuyasha may not see eye to eye but he's a noble person and wouldn't hurt you unless you annoy him… Don't worry, he won't be coming back soon, he isn't too fond of humans.”

“Oh I see.”, she answered with mock-understanding, “You know, Kagome, you could have told me that before he kidnapped me, might have been easier on my heart, don't you think? And why would you all be so nervous if he was such a noble person? Tell me that!” Her rant seemed to have taken Kagome off guard, she shrunk back a little before giving her answer. “Well, he might not have broken his habit of battling with Inuyasha over his sword, so…”, Kagome tried to console her, scratching her face. Then she bowed deeply “I'm really sorry if we scared you! Please forgive us, yes?” Literally everybody was crazy in this place. She petted Kagome's shoulder, showing her that everything was alright and started thinking. With everything she now knew of Sesshomaru she wondered why he had done what he did. “So what happened?” Kagome asked betraying nothing of the meek demeanor she had shown just moments before. “Huh?” she asked, pretending to not understand what she was talking about. “What did he want with you?” she continued to ask, interrogating her. A rush of blood went to her cheeks as she remembered what had transpired earlier and she turned away from her. “Nothing, Kagome,” she said. “Oh come on I know how Sesshomaru operates and he wouldn't capture you just to release you. What did he want from you?” Kagome asked. “I said nothing happened!” She didn't mean to yell but she was afraid, that Kagome wouldn't let it go otherwise. Kagome stopped asking her questions and the two made their way to where the others were.

A few hours later Sesshomaru returned with a little girl and a toad looking thing, startling everyone. “Why are you here Sesshoumaru?” Inuyasha asked, rising from his seat. “Inuyasha, he has Rin and Jaken, I don't think he's here to pick a fight.” Kagome said, putting a calming hand on his shoulder. Ana really didn't want to be around that man, feeling betrayed by Kagome who had assured her, that he wouldn't return she made her way back to the hut. It wasn't even him and the things that had happened between them, maybe she could have coped with that, but the intense stares from the little girl and the toad individual were too much. She really didn't have the nerve to explain her skin to yet another child. She wasn't too far from the hut when his monotone yet very harsh voice stopped her in her tracks, “You should change, you look indecent.”