InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the unruly ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 10 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AKZJ1994
Hey guys, I know it's been a long time and I'm really sorry for that. These chapters were incredibly hard to write and for some time I just couldn't figure out how to do what I wanted to do, especially ch 10. But then my beta stumbled across a beautiful solution in springandbysummerfall’s dragon ball fanfic “accidental intimacy” (she's a huge fan of that one and you should definitely check it, as well as the other works, out).
I tried contacting springandbysummerfall, to ask for permission to adapt said solution but sadly haven't gotten any response yet, so if you should read this I hope it was OK to go ahead and that I could do your idea justice.
Also, should future chapters be deemed inappropriate, you can find this story on fanfic, ao3, and wattpadd. (The fact alone, that I tell you this is proof, that at some point our soon-to-be-mates will be getting some action, it's just moving way slower than in the first version. Please be patient!)
Now one quick Warning: this chapter does again contain torture and violent themes, and as always, beware of Ana’s foul mouth!
And finally I hope you have fun reading this chapter, as always I love getting reviews and, so don't hesitate to leave one behind!
PEACE!!

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.13.2017 | Updated On: 04.13.2017 | Pages: 8 | Words: 6.3K | Visits: 214 | Status: Work In Progress


She felt warm, a little too warm. Ana’s face scrunched in annoyance when she heard the patter of feet and whisper of voices. “Mom please get out of my room,” she mumbled as she pushed the covers from around her body. She rolled on her side, pleased that the noises had stopped and flung her hand out in search for her alarm clock only to feel nothing but soft fur beneath her fingertips. Had she fallen off the bed again? Annoyed by her restless sleeping habits she pushed herself from the floor in vain. Her arms felt like lead and every inch of her body ached. Panic rose from her stomach, she had fallen off her bed many times and never had she felt like this! She tried again, taking her time to push herself off the floor, succeeding only in sitting up. This was wrong. Something tingled at the back of her mind as she looked about the room. Her brows furrowed in confusion, she knew this was not her room, not the one she grew up in, the paper thin walls and oil lamps; the four walls spanning far from each other, leaving her to feel small and vulnerable. The more she looked about the room, the more uneasy she got. The soft sunlight displaying itself on the maroon, fur lined floor beneath her. Windows wide open, allowing her to breathe the crisp and wonderful autumn air. This was not right. Something within her made her feel calm but a slow rise of despair coiled deep within her belly when she spotted a table in the corner, different from the others with decorative ornaments top, filled with herbs and tools she couldn’t make out.
A sharp pain shot through her skull as her eyes widened with horror. This room shouldn’t smell fresh nor should it be clean, much less warm or comfortable in any way. Was she taken by someone else? The last thing she remembered was seeing Sesshômaru and Inuyasha impaled by Naraku’s serpent tails, the memory of it fresh within her mind. She couldn’t stay here. It was just a trick conjured up by Naraku to make her feel secure and safe like the first time he had captured her. She had to get out, had to get away! Frantic, she pushed the remaining covers from her body, only to get a glimpse of white beneath the simple silk yukata that covered her body. Hands shaking, she unwrapped the yukata to reveal bandages around her thighs and waist, the memory of what lay beneath them becoming all too real with the evidence before her very eyes. Tears clouded her sight as she stared at the bandages, she did not want to cry, not now, she had to leave now when no one was around. Gritting her teeth, she willed her legs to push her body in a standing position and wrapped her Yukata with shaky hands. She would not go through something like that again. Stable on her feet, she dashed as quickly as she could to the door, tearing it open, not wasting any time in her effort to escape.
Her heart almost jumped in her throat when she heard a female voice calling her name. Not caring who it was and why they knew her name she rushed down the corridor to escape her captor, grateful for the adrenaline pumping through her veins. It wasn’t long before she smacked her face into something hard, sending her weakened body to the ground. Groaning from the sudden impact she slowly opened her eyes to see what she had ran into. Her eyes trailed up bulging white pants to a facially disapproving Sesshômaru. Ana blinked in confusion as she stared into his - dare she say - worried eyes. “Sesshômaru?” she asked softly. “Sesshômaru!” she exclaimed happily as she slowly pushed herself from the ground to hug him; to bury her face in the folds of his Kimono; to forget everything that Naraku had done to her. To feel safe. She immediately stopped her approach when she saw the beautiful young woman behind him, her hair silver like his, dressed in a lavish, purple kimono. Something crumbled within her as she looked at the beautiful Yôkai and she remembered that she hated him. He called out to her, reached for her... “Don’t fucking touch me,” she spat, taking a shaky step backwards. She tried to suppress the urge to cry, to cry in front of the bastard who had rejected her like a two dollar whore, who had made her suffer under Naraku’s thumb, who apparently had had a woman waiting for him all the while he had led her on. The woman looked quite amused, “ Something funny to you, bitch ?”, she directed towards the female.
Ana’s eyes widened when she felt her neck turn painfully to the side as a sting trailed over the skin of her cheek. “Know your place, girl,” the woman sneered, her voice just as harsh as Sesshômaru’s, dripping with superiority. Her brazen eyes locked with her’s, steadfast and demanding. Ana unconsciously cringed at her stare, the disapproving glare reminding her of Kagura’s own hate filled eyes. She froze remembering the countless times she was taunted, teased, pierced, mistreated. It all flowed back to her like water bursting through a broken dam. She watched as the woman straightened her hand then flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder, just as elegantly as Kagura waved her fan.
Sesshômaru grabbed her wrist, effectively freeing her from her stupor “I said, don’t fucking touch me!”, she yelled, panicking as a lump formed within her throat. The tears she had been fighting to hold dripped down her cheeks as she struggled to pull her hand from him. Her efforts futile as he forcefully dragged her back down the corridor, his grip strong but just as gentle as she remembered. She hated it, hated him, hated how he made her feel. As he approached the room she had escaped from the female guard collapsed on the floor begging her master for forgiveness that would surely never come by a man such as Sesshômaru. “Didn’t this Sesshômaru command you to watch over her!”, he barked, much like the dog he was, showing nothing of his usual froideur. The poor girl looked as if she was about to shit her pants. She nodded, again apologizing. “Leave!”, he dismissed harshly before pulling her through the sliding Shôji doors.
Ana’s body ached but she refused to sit, determined to stand up to Sesshômaru, even though her legs protested, shaking like the red maple leaves outside. “Did you save me so I could become one of your concubines? To show me off to the other demon lords like that woman?”, she threw her hands in disgust, knowing enough about nobility’s promiscuity to know that she would be excotic enough for a young lords menagerie of sextoys. “Don’t be ridiculous, that woman is my mother,” he replied simply. “Liar, she is way too young to be you mother. It doesn’t matter anyway. Hope you like leftovers because Naraku got his fill just like you got yours with Kagura.” She hissed, knowing she hit a nerve when he growled at her. She wanted him to hurt, to feel the pain she had felt when that fucking beast had touched her and torn her body apart. Sesshômaru would pay for the audacity of taking her in as a concubine, and after rejecting her in the first place! She belonged to no one and she would be dammed if Sesshômaru tried to own her. Still snarling he angled her face to the side, his honey eyes scrutinizing the damage done by the slap she had just received. Apparently satisfied with the results of his examination and completely ignoring the daggers she stared at him, he turned his back towards her, “Mayumi will retrieve you when dinner is ready to be served,” he stated in his usual monotone, expressionless voice before leaving her in the room all alone. Her knees bluckled under her a few moments after he left. Was she an idiot? Why did she argue with him? She should have been happy that he had saved her, she should have showed gratitude instead of animosity. But he had lied to her, told her he wasn’t the type of man to fuck around yet still he had fucked that wench Kagura. The anger she had tried to quell spiked again. Okay, maybe she was wrong about that woman, she did look an awful lot like him. She groaned, if that was the case she had fucked up big time. With her anger replaced by awkward doubt, fatigue finally took over her body and mind..
Someone was calling her but she was too tired to move. “Please Anastasia-sama, you must wake up, it’s time for dinner.” She turned on her side. “Go away, I’m not hungry,” she grumbled. “But Ojô-sama, if you don’t show up for dinner Sesshômaru-sama-” Ana shot up a little too quickly when she heard his name, causing her head to throb. Last time one of his servants hadn’t done as commanded she had gotten yelled at. “Fine, I’m awake.” Ana blinked away the haze of sleep, squinting as she looked at the woman who woke her up. She looked familiar, the sun patterned, yellow yukata looking, for some reason, odd on her. Her eyes squinted again, taking a long look at the woman’s s high cheek bones. She gasped, “Aren’t you the one who was standing at the door earlier?”
“Yes, Anastasia-sama, my name is Mayumi,” she said, bowing deep enough for her soft, brown bangs to touch the tatami lined floor. The woman’s pointy ears kept the rest of her short hair from falling out of place “What kind of demon are you?” Ana asked, succumbing to her curiosity, eyes on the ears that looked so much like Sesshômaru's. Mayumi blinked her piercing green eyes, taken aback by the direct question. “I am a dog demon like Sesshômaru-sama but of a lesser breed.” Ana’s face lit up in understanding, “That doesn’t give him the right to treat you that way.”
“What do you mean, Anastasia-sama?”
“He shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I’m sure you were in a tough spot there, I wouldn’t have complied without a fight and your punishment would probably have been quite severe had you hurt me in the struggle. You can call me Ana, by the way.”
“I am but a lowly servant, Anastasia-sama and I must call you with the proper respect and as for what happened, I didn’t do my duty properly, never mind the consequences I was your guard and was supposed to keep you in the room.” Mayumi’s head hung and the atmosphere became heavy. “I am now your handmaid.” Ana chuckled, “Is it so bad to be my handmaid?” she asked, trying to cheer the woman up. “Oh no, Ojô-sama, it’s just-”
“It’s fine,” she said, cutting the girl off. “I understand and forgive me for insisting when you were only doing your duty. I seriously don’t know how you can work under that asshole.” “Anastasia-sama, one mustn't call the young lord such names!”, she defended, eyes wide with horror at her lack of respect. “I know him well, I have been with him since he was a pup and he-.”
“Wait a minute? You guys grew up together?”
“No, Ojô-sama,. I was his trainer.”
“His trainer?” So the woman was a soldier, no wonder the yukata had irritated her before, it was a far cry from the grey armour she had worn before, when she had first seen her “ You are older than him?”
“Why yes, by few hundred years.”
“A few hundred years?! Holy shit!” Mayumi looked at her, confusion written all over her face. How old was Sesshômaru anyway? She shook her head trying not to think about something so trivial. “Alright, alright, we should go before lord fluffy pants storms in,” Ana joked, trying to push herself from the furs. The pain almost had her miss how Mayumi’s face turned beat red at her remark and Ana could do nothing but laugh. “Anastasia-sama, please, I can see that you are not from around here, but it is very rude to talk like that!”, her newly acquired handmaid explained frantically, obviously not as amused by her comment as she herself was, “Just as I must address you properly, you have to address the young lord and especially his lady mother with the proper respect! People have been killed for omitting honorifics, you know,”the woamn ranted, completely forgetting to address her properly. Ana chose not to call her out on that, it was obvious Mayumi wasn’t used to actually talk with people superior to her in status -something she apparently was- in a casual way. Instead she smiled reassuringly, “I’ll try, but, could you help me up? My legs, I can’t move them,” she added upon receiving a confused look of Mayumi. Tears pooled around her eyes and Mayumi’s features softened in empathy. “You will heal, don’t worry, Anastasia-sama. It will be most difficult to dress you though.” Mayumi said with a frown. .
Ana could do nothing but watch as Mayumi left with a determined face to gather any clothing she would need. Kneeling beside her Mayumi laid the fabrics out, each layer upon the other starting with the beautiful cloud-patterned kimono and ending with the still skillfully sewn undergarments. ”Can I take a quick bath?” Ana asked reluctantly after admiring the workmanship, suddenly feeling sticky and smelly. Had they even washed her while she had been unconscious? Mayumi looked contemplative before answering, “A full bath, no, but I can fetch something for you to wipe yourself off.”
“That would do perfectly.” Mayumi left for a few minutes and returned with a small basin, a cloth and soap. With a small bow she left once more, giving her some privacy to wash herself as best as she could. When she was done she called for Mayumi who took the basin from her. Gently lifting her, she placed Ana’s naked form atop the fabrics and wrapped the material around her body, adjusting the straps as best she could then laid her back to make sure the fabric was at its correct length.The constant sit ups did nothing but hurt her already damaged lower back but she beared the pain, not wanting to complain or make the woman’s work anymore difficult than it already was. After the kimono was secured around her Mayumi pulled her into a sitting position, evaluating her carefully. “Acceptable.”, she attested nodding and moved behind Ana to tie the obi.
Ana looked at the kimono she wore, running her fingers over the silky material, it was so beautiful and without a doubt more expensive than anything she possessed. “Finished, Ojô-sama, forgive me for taking so long with your clothing. It is not my speciality,” Mayumi said, pulling Ana out of her fascination with the kimono. “That’s fine, it looks great to me,” she told the female with a smile. Mayumi bowed in acceptance to her statement. “You’d have to stand so I can get a better view, Ojô-sama.” Ana looked at her with a frown. “Do not worry it will only be for a short while.” Gently lifting her into her arms, Mayumi set her against the outer wall and told her to put all her weight against it. After several minutes and a satisfied smile, she was settled her back on the futon.
Mayumi frowned when she looked at her hair. Seeing her hesitation Ana gathered her messy hair, detangling it as best she could with the comb and put it in a low bun. “Forgive me, Ojô-sama.” Mayumi bowed in apology. “No that’s fine, I’m sure you haven’t seen someone with hair like mine.” The woman nodded. Ana could see that she was a bit agitated for not knowing how to groom her fully, “It is truly fine, but if it upsets you I can teach you how to handle my mess of curly hair.” Mayumi’s eyes kindled with relief before she nodded. After all was done Mayumi gathered her in her arms and began her journey to the dining area.
“Ojô-sama, I believe we will start training your legs tomorrow,” Mayumi said as she walked down the corridor. “Because the muscle was damaged it will be a while before you can stretch your legs completely. If you don’t do the training, Ojô-sama, you may be stuck with an awkward stride for the rest of you life,” she stated, quite frankly to her as they made their way towards the dining area. Ana was silent for the moment as she thought about her wounds. “I didn’t mean to be so straight forward Anastasia-sama.”
“It’s fine Mayumi, although it isn’t something I want to talk about.” Mayumi nodded in apprehension.
Ana’s eyes lit up when they entered the large dining area, the entire room was white, decorated with the mark of the crescent moon just like the one on Sesshômaru’s forehead. Mayumi walked between the pathway of chabudai covered with fine white sheets that bared the crescent symbol in the center. Light from the windows that dotted the wall shimmered upon marble floors and on gold and purple vases standing in between each table. As they neared the table at the very end of the great hall, the female from earlier appeared, standing elegantly as if she owned the place. Eyes narrowing, Ana resisted the urge to roll her eyes and scuff. “Who’s that?” Ana asked bitterly. “That would be the lady of the castle, Sesshômaru-sama’s mother.” Ana felt like slapping herself, so it hadn’t been a lie. Groaning internally she made a mental note to apologize even if she didn’t want to.
The woman gave her a quick look over, “Good, set her down, Mayumi.” Ana stuttered as Mayumi swiftly placed her on the cushion below, before dropping to her knees in a deep bow before the superior Yôkai.
“If you have something to say..”, the female said, mildly amused at the discomfort Ana knew she could smell. “I would like to apologize for my statement from earlier. It was wrong of me to assume,” she said bowing deeply, just like she had seen Mayumi bow to Sesshômaru when he had dragged her back to her room. The bow was strainful on her lower back but she didn’t show her discomfort as she slowly straightened herself. “Hmm.. and what is it exactly that you assumed?”, the mother asked, her voice intermingled with amusement and curiosity as she elegantly lowered herself on the cushion below. “Um, that you were..ah Ses-”
“Must you taunt her, mother?” Sesshômaru’s disapproving tone stopped her comment, saving her from the embarrassment that had almost befallen her. His face, unamused as always, as he turned to look between his mother and herself. Unable to meet his gaze she cast her eyes down towards her hands. “Ana-sama!” Ana’s head popped up to see Rin with a broad smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. “Rin.”, Came Sesshômaru's smooth voice, effectively stopping the girl’s happy run towards her. “Forgive me Sesshômaru-sama, hello milady welcome to the great Inu palace,” she bowed, folding her hands in front of her lap and inclining her head. Ana smiled at the girl’s rather regal behavior, her presence easing the tension in her body. “We should begin, it has been a while since you ate. We will make sure that doesn’t happen again.” Ana looked up at the woman, unsure of where the sudden consideration came from but grateful nonetheless. After Mayumi was dismissed dinner was served, mainly for her and Rin while the other two were served what she assumed was sake.
“Mmm, This is delicious, by far superior to Jaken’s cooking,” Rin interrupted the deafening silence, mouth full of food and yet sounding very much like one of the two noble Yôkai at the table. Ana almost dropped the bowl, fearful that the girl would get reprimanded by Sesshômaru or his mother. Her body tensed when she heard the woman chuckle. “Sesshômaru, I detest the fact that you allow the girl to live in such horrid conditions. She is young, and a young lady at that, she needs proper nourishment, few measly scraps prepared by your toad servant won’t do,” she said, her normal serious attitude replacing the tiny humorous spark she had allowed herself moments ago. Sesshômaru merely grunted in reply, dismissing his mother’s demur.
“Anastasia-sama?” Rin’s voice pulled her from the food she ate, head snapping in the girls direction. “Do you like living in the castle?”
The twinkle in the girl’s eyes, brimming with sheer happiness left Ana dumbfounded for a few seconds. Nervous, she took another sip of soup, glancing from Sesshômaru and his mother before nodding to the girl. “Oh, Rin likes the castle too,” she beamed, “That’s not to say that Rin doesn't like being with Sesshômaru-sama,” she interjected quickly as if only to appease the demon lords dare she say, almost wounded ego. Sesshômaru’s mother chuckled behind a raised sleeve. “It seems as if young Rin has struck a nerve, my son.” Sesshômaru merely glared at his mother, seemingly annoyed by her statement.
“Anastasia-sama, would you like to pick flowers with Rin tomorrow?” Muscles slightly stiffened, Ana fought the frown that threatened to surface as she recalled her current situation. Just as she was about to answer Sesshômaru’s mother intervened: “I would be more than delighted to help you Rin, but only after you finished your studies. You would not want to embarrass the house of the west now would you, young one?” Rin’s little pout had Ana chuckling and before she realized it she told her that after her lessons she could come to her chambers and tell her what she had learned that day. “I think it would be better if we had tea after.” Ana looked at Sesshômaru’s mother, fear striking in her heart for a moment. We? “Mother.” Sesshômaru growled softly. “Oh, stop. I simply want to have tea with the girl.” She stared innocently at her son. This did nothing to stifle her fear as she looked at the woman in disbelief. “Oh that would be fun Ana-sama, obaasan makes the best tea!,” bubbled Rin, easing her fears a bit. At least she wouldn’t be all alone with that woman. Her relief was short lived, however, when a low growl erupted from the woman’s throat. Fear gripped her soul when she looked up to the red glow of her eyes, her delicate features distorted to a vicious snarl. “Rin.” The woman’s voice cut sharply, “Have I not told you to refrain from calling me such?” Every hair on her body stood on edge, as the tableware started to tremble from the demonic energy emitting from the former graceful lady of the west “I am much too young to be a grandmother,” she continued casually, the tension in the air dissipating, as her visage turned back to the poised, elegant aristocrat, not revealing even a trace of her fury moments ago. Rin smiled sheepishly, completely unfazed by the outburst. “Forgive me oba-san.” Ana released a breath she had not realized she was holding, the sudden tightness in her shoulders relaxing. She smiled, it would seem that perhaps the woman wasn’t as cold as she thought she was. She seemed to act like an ordinary japanese woman and had she not feared for her life, it may even have been funny.
The muscles in her body relaxed and she smiled as Rin spoke about her day, though it seemed as if the others were blocking her out, Ana was listening to her every word and she was pleased to have someone brighten her day. After dinner, she was dismissed and Mayumi returned to take her back to her chambers. The woman gently took her from her seat and carried her to her room where she was left to her own thoughts after she was dressed in her sleeping yukata. Staring at the bandages around her thigh she wondered if she could take a look. Building up some courage she slowly peeled the wrapping away, revealing odd, brown leaves, plastering the raw flesh beneath. A sob hiccupped in her throat as she carefully peeled one of them off. First she had assumed they were some kind of medieval antibiotic, but she quickly learned that they also had the purpose of protecting the Inu’s impeccable sense of smell. The stench of decaying flesh hit her nose the moment the leaf left her pus covered wounds, the very same sickeningly sweet smell wavering through the dark cell she once had been locked away in. The battered flesh, the picture of revolting perfection inflicted by Naraku's poison. Perfection, that’s what he had called it, the beautifully vile contrast of bright red to dark brown. A shiver rushed through her, as the memory of his cold, clammy hands on her body, the slippery warm tentacles battled itself to the forefront of her mind. Taunted by the uncovered wounds she quickly rewrapped them as if hiding them would eliminate their existence. Shaking her head she decided to think of something else, something to bury the memory.
Dinner had surprisingly not been awkward, and to think that Sesshômaru’s mother had actually interacted with a human…And on such friendly terms as well, that wasn’t something she had been expecting but then again, one should never judge a book by its cover. Speaking of judging, it was damn impossible to comprehend the stoic, cold book named Sesshômaru. What was he thinking? He was so hard to understand and always hid behind that mask of his, well except when he was around Rin. Would he open up to her? She shook her head. Why should he? Damn it! She never did apologize to him for calling him a liar. Sighing she crawled higher ontop her futon and rested her head on the pillow. Would she be able to go home? Where Kagome and the others safe?
“Anastasia?” She swore and clutched her chest, her heart racing from the sudden fright. Scrambling to a sitting position she quickly rewrapped her yukata. “Um, come in?”
She still couldn’t look at Sesshômaru as he entered her room upon her invitation, so she kept her head down. The moment he sat next to her she went rigid. “Look at me,” he said calmly. Squeezing her eyes shut she forced herself to turn her head in his direction before opening them once more. She gazed into his honey eyes, what was it about him? He utterly and completely confused her. For ages he had been the first male individual to touch her without her flight instinct kicking in, even now, after everything that had happened it wasn’t his proximity that made her flinch, but the odd closeness and familiarity of his action that irritated her. “Anastasia-”
“I’m sorry Sesshômaru,” she blurted out before he could continue, she could feel the tears building up behind her eyes. His brows furrowed for a tiny bit before relaxing once more. “And why do you apologize to this Sesshômaru?”
“For calling you a liar,” she whispered softly, hanging her head. He huffed and rose her face to meet his gaze. “It is this Sesshômaru who should apologize,” he began but stopped. His eyes looked sad and it seemed as if he was fighting with himself. “This Sesshômaru was..”, he stopped again. He was what? Was worried? Sad? Angry? Annoyed? What? He frowned as if he was unsure how to put his words together. “The moment you were taken this Sesshômaru came looking for you.” She felt her heart pang at his words. Speechless she let him continue. “This Sesshômaru searched but Naraku sent his minions to slow me down.” Hearing Naraku's name made her skin crawl at the memory of her wounds and panic slowly set in her bones. “He even had Kagura scatter your scent with her wind.” Her world stopped when she heard his words and her breathing hitched, remembering the threats and verbal abuse of the witch, who had handed her to to the monster. He paused, looking at her with soft eyes. “This Sesshômaru had nothing to do with them taking you. This Sesshômaru is aware that his former ties to Kagura may seem compromising but-”
“Stop!”, she croaked, fighting the tears and anger that was slowly building up within her. She couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much.
“Anastasia,” he said softly raising his hand to touch her. She flinched, squeezing her eyes shut as she turned her head away from him. “Please don’t,” she breathed softly, unable to stomach what he was telling her. “Don’t touch me, I can’t handle it.” In all honesty it wasn’t his touch, she genuinely would love for him to take away her hurt with his touch but at the same time it was unbearable. “Just leave me be, I need…” What exactly did she need? Enough time so she did not have to think of him and Kagura in a heated embrace the moment he entered her vision? Yes, that would be a good start. Without uttering another word he left, just like that. When she was sure he was gone she fell atop her futon, disappointment weighing heavy on her weakened limbs.
What had she expected? For him to stay and beg for forgiveness? Not going to happen, ever. What the fuck was wrong with him? How dare he! How dare he fuck the woman who had captured and helped to torture her, and expect her to be alright with that? Oh the irony of it all. He even had had the audacity to tell her, straight to her face, that he didn’t fuck around. Bullshit! And idiot that she had been, she had apologized to him for calling him a liar, he fucking was! Her fingers curled around a pillow, her nails digging deep as a new wave of anger pulsed through her body. “Fuck you, Sesshômaru!”, she yelled throwing the pillow across the room, reaching only a few feet from her. How damn, fucking weak she was, infuriating! “This is all his fucking fault! I hate that guy! I fucking hate him with his stupid, silky, poodle hair!”, she cried, punching her second pillow. “High and mighty my ass, end of the day he’s a horny dog, just like the rest!”, she roared, clawing her way through the pillowcase and ignoring the quiet voice in her head telling her that he hadn’t slept with her. Fuck him and fuck this place! And fuck this time in particular! With a mighty rip the fabric gave way, showering her in soft, fluffy down.
Hot, angry tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart throbbing with every hateful word she thought about him. Why did it hurt? He meant nothing to her, so why? Why did it feel as if she was hurting herself? Tired of the headache that throbbed against her skull she flopped onto the futon, tossing her hand over her eyes as the tears continued to flow and absorb into any material they could find. That very moment she realized she was wrong. He did mean a whole lot to her, he had to, after all it had been the idea of him saving her that had given her strength during her captivity. She had thought of him, not Kagome and the others. Why? Was it because he was the strongest? He was a protector, cold and aloof as he might be, she knew by heart that he would do everything in his power to keep his pack save. She had seen how he had reacted when Rin had hurt her leg, it had been but a second and he was there, ready to slaughter anyone who had dared lay a hand on his little ward. They had spent much time in Edo so surely he considered her pack enough to save her. Thinking back on that time that seemed to have passed ages ago she suddenly understood why this hurt so much. Why she could no longer stand looking at him. It wasn’t because she liked him, it was because he was her friend, because she had opened up to him. Told him about her past, felt safe with him, only to find out that he had some kind of relationship with her tormentors right hand woman. He had betrayed her, he had taken her trust to flush it down the drain. In a way he had fucked her after all. This revelation left her feeling weak beyond compare. She didn’t cry anymore, but she didn’t exactly feel anything either.
Exhausted, she rolled towards Mayumi’s voice, the night had been too short and her sleep too restless. Mayumi picked up on her mood, the evidence of her breakdown still present in the form of ripped pillows, and silently served her breakfast. She ate little, not feeling hungry in the least but not wanting to worry the woman. It was a companionable silence that stretched between them over the course of her meal while Mayumi replaced her bandages. “We’ll be starting your training today Ojô-sama,” Mayumi informed her, as she slipt the yukata over her shoulders. Ana groaned, “Do I have to?”
“If you want to get better, Ojô-sama.” She said it in a polite tone, almost making her believe that she had a choice. She had none. They would make her if she didn’t do it of her own accord, telling her it was for her own good. It was of course, but that didn’t give her any more motivation than offering her a popsicle in winter. Sighing internally she gave a nod and before she knew it she was being carried to a special area for her training.
She took her to what looked like a training room, nothing special about it just a an empty room with two long handrails, parallel to each other. Mayumi set her down at the beginning of the rails and released her once she got a good grip on the rails, before walking to the other end of the rails, “Walk towards me.” Taking a deep breath Ana took a step forward, which was a lot harder than she thought. How in the world had she run the day before? Her muscles were stiff, stretching beyond a point that was unbearable. Gritting her teeth she took another step forward, stretching her legs as far as they would go. The muscles in her legs shook violently as she took another step, causing her to grip the rails tightly. She wanted to stop, it hurt too much and her body was too weak. “I know you can do it Ojô-sama, just keep going.” The smile on Mayumi’s face was warm and caring, giving her hope. Determined she pushed herself up and took another shaky step.
Heavy droplets of sweat and tears rolled down her face as she made her way down the rails, forcing herself to take deep breaths before moving off again. Every step she took felt heavier than the last and her legs grew more tired with every centimetre she attempted to walk towards Mayumi. She stopped when she was a short distance from the halfway point, frowning when her legs refused to move any further. They shook beneath her, threatening to give way under the weight of her body, she wanted to stop and looked at Mayumi who smiled encouragingly at her but never moved to help her. ”You’re almost there, Ojô-sama.” Ana frowned, she didn’t want to, she couldn’t take another step. “I know it hurts, Ojô-sama but it will make it better.” She huffed, pushing as much weight as she could to her feet and slowly took her time, walking towards Mayumi. After what felt like hours her shaking, sweaty hands grabbed onto Mayumi’s steady ones as her body slumped tiredly against hers. “You did well, Ojô-sama.”