InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the unruly ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 7 )

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

By: AKZJ1994

That night as he sat under the stars, he pondered. He did like a good challenge and a challenge she was, he smirked to himself, she would be his. As he breathed the crisp night sky Ana's scent tickled his nose once more but it was mixed with a bit of uncertainty. His eyes narrowed, what was bothering her? He got up to approach her but stopped when he sensed the young miko. “Don't worry Ana, we will find a way to get you back. In the meantime stay here until I return.” What?! She wanted to leave? He would not allow this to happen. He had finally come to terms with his beasts choice of mate and she wanted to leave? Unacceptable! When the miko left with his brother towards the well, he rose from his seat and passed Ana, indicating for her to follow him. When he heard her footsteps behind him, he slowed his pace pleased by her obedience. They walked silently for a few minutes until he came to a clearing filled with various flowers with the moon hovering aimlessly in the night sky. He looked back when he heard her soft gasp, her eyes filling with awe as she looked over the beauty that lay before them. “You will stay,” he said firmly.

She froze for a moment, a jumble of emotions playing on her face, anger being the most prominent one. He knew she wanted to retort, to tell him where to shove his commands, an expression he had only ever heard from his brother before she had appeared, but instead she took a deep breath, “Why?” she asked him. “This Sesshômaru needs no reason.” She laughed, “You may seem like a serious person but you do know how to make a girl laugh.” Watching his still, indifferent face she gasped, “Oh, you were serious?” She chuckled nervously, “Did anyone ever tell you that you had a good sense of humor?” she asked, the sarcasm evident in her voice. He huffed, if she knew his sense of humor she would run away from him. “This Sesshômaru did not bring you here to discuss humor, you will stay and that is final.” His cold voice rang into the still night, sending a flash of fear through her as she looked up at him. He did not like to see the fear in her eyes, the bitter smell tainting her natural scent, but he had to be stern with her. How else would she know that he was serious? She stood, motionless, looking up at him with an angry scowl. Her eyes traced his facial features, trying to find something beneath them, evaluating his words, trying to find a reason for his decision, ultimately failing. Squeezing her eyes shut, she sighed, “Sesshômaru. I can't stay. I don't belong in this time. I don't fit in.” That was the point, it was her presence, it was her not fitting in, that made him and his beast choose her, but he could not tell her that now could he? The way her nostrils were quivering already he knew she would take it as an insult. What could he say for her to stay? What was it he had to do so she wouldn't leave him? He prided himself in his intelligence and yet he had to admit, that he simply had no idea how to dissolve this situation to his liking, ordering her had after all turned out to be not his best idea.

The air grew thick with silence, its awkwardness causing her to fidget as they stood there unable to find words to say to one another. She began to speak, saying something about enjoying everyone's company and knowing she would miss them but the words didn't register in his mind and were eventually drowned out by his own thoughts. What did he have to do for her to stay? What? Regret wafted in the air stopping his thoughts immediately. He eyed her, watching every expression on her face, the way she occasionally furrowed her brows, bit the inside of her cheek or glanced at him. “You don't want to leave,” he stated simply, without showing the relief he felt about the revelation that she wanted to stay of her own free will. She stopped her rambling, her insecurity instantly replaced by anger and sadness. The smell was quite similar to the time when she had opened up to him and told her painful story. Did he bring back those memories? “No. I don't. But I must. My mom is waiting for me but there is my dad and his colleagues.” She screamed in frustration before turning away from him. Just watching her, fists balled, shoulders drawn together in angry frustration, hurt from going through years of pain ached his heart. He wanted this to stop, this hurt within on her behalf was beginning to invoke emotions he thought for the weak, but for some reason it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. “Please don't make this any harder than it is,” she said almost weakly, before taking a few steps away from him and wrapping her arms around her body. “I really liked how you made me feel normal,” she continued in a whisper. He did not know what she meant with that, but knowing she was having a moment to herself he refrained from asking for clarification.

The already thick atmosphere grew heavier as the time passed until he sensed her curiosity which was replaced by determination as she turned to face him once more. A smile slowly curved on her lips even though her eyes still had a hint of sadness within them. What was she thinking? She offered her hand to him waiting for him to take it, but he was reluctant. He looked at her hand then back at her, her composure revealing nothing of her plans and her eyes gleaming with determination. The scent of her determination was rather intoxicating and he wanted to say something but he knew asking her to tell him her plan may result in an argument or her just being stubborn and not telling him at all. At least she wasn't angry anymore. Curious, he took her hand, its warmth engulfing him and reminding him of the time she had lain beneath him. He tsked silently, this was not the time to think of such immodest behavior.

The trickling of water grew louder in his ears as they continued to walk and at that moment he knew exactly where she was taking him. Yes, he knew of the hot spring a short distance from them and the thought of taking her there had crossed his mind but that wasn't his intention. As a matter of fact he wouldn't dare mate with her in such a place. The scent of her arousal tickled his nose and his eyes widened in realization, could she possibly? No. He glanced at the maiden who was just a step in front of him. Maybe? No! His beast, on the other hand, wagged its tail in excitement because he was more than sure. He looked down at the leading lady, her soft dark hand wrapped around his reminding him of how different they were but it didn't matter anymore. The hovering moon gave her an ethereal glow making her look like a goddess. He found himself gawking and his heart skipped a beat .

Her arousing scent grew thicker with every step towards the spring, invoking a chain of highly inappropriate images from her begging him for more to her screaming his name as he claimed her for himself. He knew that it was feeding his beasts desires but being so close to her at such a vulnerable time made it hard for him to concentrate. He growled silently, he needed to control himself, this was not the appropriate time nor place. When they arrived she released his hand then closed the distance between herself and the hot spring but he kept his distance.

A sudden rush of blood hit his cheeks and his eyes widened when she reached behind her to open her obi and he quickly turned to give her some privacy. Just as he had feared. His teeth clenched in frustration as his beast panted in excitement towards her growing arousal. He heard her turn towards him “I want you to look,” she called out to him, nervousness heavy in her seductive words. He paused, the quick thumping in his ears growing louder the more he smelled her scent. “Sesshômaru?”

“What do you want, Ana?” he asked. “A parting gift,” she stated simply. He turned to meet her, anger slowly rising within him damping his sexual desire, snuffing the new wave of want upon seeing her Yukata hanging loosely on her shoulders in its crib. What did she think of him? Did she not know him as a man with morals? The heavy moans of a certain wind demoness rang in his mind, his name seductively rolling off of her tongue, through her ruby lips. No! That was different! This was different! “No,” he said coldly. She froze for just a moment before approaching him, tugging at her strange future age undergarment to reveal the top of her breasts. His body shivered and he could feel himself harden. DAMN! He wanted her, not just her body but he wanted every aspect of her, he wanted to mate her but apparently all she wanted was his body. Unconsciously he pulled away from her when she touched him, “Anastasia…”

“Sesshômaru, please. When I go back I won't find another man like you who can take away my fear of being touched, who can fix me and make me whole, who can possibly make me enjoy life with all my friends and eventually even sex. You are my only hope.” Her voice was soft, broken. Her tone hurt him almost as much as much as her only wanting to use him and then leaving without possibly acknowledging that he, himself may have acquired feelings towards her. He looked into her dark brown eyes which gleamed with hope. He wanted to say yes just for her and his beast pushed him to it, but the slight hint of fear within her deterred him. If he did do as she asked, but she couldn't finish what she started, his beast would want her dead and he may not be able to stop it from happening. She wasn't ready, he knew that, even though she herself did not. And even if she could go through with it, his beast would not take her leaving lightly. Hardening his features and reigning in his emotions he told her no once more. “This Sesshômaru does not indulge in such affairs, if you did have sex with this Sesshômaru that will make you this Sesshômaru's property which means you won't be able to go back to your time.” Not all of it was true especially the ownership part but this was the only thing he could think of to stop her seductive tactic before she got hurt because of him, by him.

“Fuck you Sesshômaru,” she said, stepping away from him. “Fuck you! I should have just asked Miroku or better yet, Inuyasha! Some man you are. I thought men of this time took what they wanted without a second thought!” Her sudden outburst took him by surprise, leaving him at a loss for words. She didn't mean it, she was just frustrated. That's what he told himself but the look of slight disgust in her eyes, not knowing if it was pointed towards him or herself, almost made it seem as if she meant every last word. “You're pitiful Sesshômaru. I thought you'd have the balls to actually fuck me into submission. I wouldn't have cared, if it was you. I wouldn't…” Her words turned into a jumble as tears streamed down her face. This woman, helpless, broken, torn. He approached her. “No! Don't you fucking come near me! I hate you!” He froze, confused, hurt and completely stunned by her words as she ran into the woods back towards the village.

Pain and anger coursed through his body as the last words she had spoken rang in his mind. He could deal with her saying things she didn't mean like fucking his brother or that perverted monk. He understood her frustration because of his rejection. He could even take her calling him pitiful, but her saying she hated him... It felt as if his soul was being torn to pieces and his beast howled sadly with him. Hearing those words was painful, worse than that demon hating sword pulsing within him, although he knew she didn't mean it. It took him a while but after thinking over the situation he realized that she was, in her own way, honoring him with taking care of her body. She didn't like when other men touched her, she even avoided it. He could recall her flinching ever so slightly when Inuyasha grazed her shoulder one day and they had already been friends at that point. He, on the other hand was a bit of a stranger in the distance wanting to close the gap between them but never really knowing how to, yet she was completely comfortable around him. He looked at his beast who lay with him, his face buried under his paws. “She didn't mean it. We have to talk to her,” he said, patting its head, never had he touched his inner demon in such a manner but it felt appropriate. His beast looked at him, determination rekindling in his eyes.

Ana's scream, tore his eyes open. Before he could even think he dashed towards her but as he got closer to the village a smell he instantly recognized as Kagura's hit his nose. No! How could this have happened?! Horror and anger filled his soul as his beast rammed against his inner constraints sending massive waves of youki off his skin. Demonic energy pulsed within and around, causing the air to pick up speed. He tried to control himself, digging his claws deep within the flesh of his palms but his beast was tenacious. His eyes formed into slits as his vision turned red, while the flesh of his humanoid form ripped to make space for the rampant beast. A vicious growl rumbled through the sky as his mouth formed into a muzzle. Kagura would die for laying a hand on his mate! “Sesshômaru-sama?” He paused when he heard the voice of his ward, turning slowly to see her worried expression. His consciousness was quickly fading, but when he saw that she wasn't the least bit fazed by his grotesque features but instead she was concerned about him, his beast immediately understood. Rin was the first human to treat him with respect, awe even, but without any fear whatsoever. She had been loyal to him from the start, her safety was of utmost priority even though he wanted to go for Ana. The tension in his body abated as he turned away from Kagura's scent and returned to his humanoid form. “Don't worry Sesshômaru-sama, I know you'll be able to find her, but you need to be careful, if you run after her like that I can't help you when you get hurt” He paused, wide eyed at the small onna before him. The little girl was very wise for her age. He should be indignant at her for talking about his once lost arm like that, for insinuating that he would run into the fight rashly and without thinking of the potential danger, without caring for the danger. He knew he should, yet he wasn't. He knew she was right, knew that it had been exactly what he was about to do, when she had stopped him. He huffed at the feeling swelling in his chest and lead his little ojousan to the village, not even caring about the title his subconscious had bestowed upon sweet little Rin.

The slayer was already waiting, obviously nervous about Rin walking with him since it had been her task to watch the very girl, that had gone running the moment she had heard the pained cry of his beast. “Where's Anastasia?” She asked the moment her weak human eyes could see that Rin was fine and Ana on the other hand was missing. A sense of hurt and pain ran through his body, as he remembered what had transpired only minutes ago but his face revealed nothing. “I shall return,” he stated simply before turning to leave “keep her safe this time!” The slayer stuttered, apparently she had almost forgotten that Rin could have been seriously injured while interfering in his transformation. “Kohaku himself decided to stay behind, Rin knows where he is,” he added when he felt the small tug on his sleeve. With that last statement he left in a flash to find that putrid wench Kagura.

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Naraku watched through Kanna's looking glass as Kagura grabbed the running Ana. Her tear stained face grew petrified with fear as Kagura slammed her into the ground. The girl shrieked, thrashing as best she could to get the demoness off of her but failing. “Why would Sesshômaru take interest in a weak, pathetic, human and rather atrocious woman like you? You aren't even fit to look at him, much less breathe the air he does. If it were up to me you'd be dead.” The whole thing was rather intriguing, how deep did Kagura's affections run for the young lord? Naraku laughed at his thoughts, Kagura could not love, she was a part of him and he loved no one. He dismissed Kanna and waited patiently for Kagura's return.

It didn't take long. Once the hunt was over the wind demoness seemed to want nothing more than to rid herself of the unconscious female. She refrained from her usual detours and reached his hideout within the day, flinging the girl at his feet only minutes after her dainty feet had touched the ground. “You have done well, Kagura, you may go for now.” She huffed and left without a word. He rose from his chair, prodding the girl with a foot. There was something odd about this young woman. A familiar pulse ran through his body. Did this female carry a shard of the shikon jewel within her? He smiled, was this the reason for the young lord's favoritism towards the odd woman? No… As far as he could remember Sesshômaru had no interest in the shikon jewel. He pulled his partially finished jewel from around his neck and placed above the area he felt the power of the shard but it didn't ract. What? Impossible! He tried again but there wasn't the faintest reaction, just like before. Bothersome. He tugged his jewel back into the lavish folds of his fine Kimono, the other hand tracing the line of her neck. He could feel the pulsing in the tips, ripples of power pricking his flesh. The damned thing was fighting him. Very bothersome indeed.

Concentrating his own rotten power he tried to infuse the dark light of her power with it, to taint it just like he had the shikon no tama, it should not be too hard, after all, there was nothing pure about this woman's source of power, it was already tainted in an odd and unfamiliar way. The smell of scorched flesh hit his nose even before the pain registered in his brain. For but a moment he seethed at the audacity of the object to reject him in that way, but then he had to chuckle, a rather interesting situation had formulated. The puzzle of the young lords fascination with her would have to wait, this was far more intriguing. He would test this female, draw out her powers in a similar fashion that caused Kagura to lose a large portion of her body. Her strange jewel would be his in the end, no matter what he had to do for that. An object did not simply refuse him, it had no right to do so. If the woman would turn out to be an obstacle he would make her comply in whatever way that would break her the easiest. Again the pricking, her dark jewel seemed unhappy with his thoughts. Oh he would give it every reason to be unhappy once the girl woke. Smiling to himself he drew back into the shadows, it was now a waiting game.