InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the Untamable ❯ Dreams ( Chapter 5 )

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

So, this chapter has a thought of thinking in it, from both characters. I've come to the realization that even though I normally don't like seeing repetitiveness in writing, in this case it is necessary. Both characters have a lot to think about, and as both have been programmed since birth to think that the other is revolting, it would serve to reason that each would have to struggle with themselves over the idea of having a relationship. So, let me apologize in advance if you think I'm being too repetitive. I just felt that given the stage of the story now…they are in think mode. However, as other elements come into play, I promise that the repetitiveness will simmer down and seep into the background.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except for Ayuri.

Chapter 5: Dreams

Squinting her eyes against the sun, Sango sat up and yawned. “I hate mornings,” she grumbled as she pulled herself out of bed, “they always come too early and they seem to like blinding me.” Noticing that Kirara had already risen for the day, she walked out to the open balcony doors, unsurprised when she found the fire neko lounging near the rail. She always did prefer being outdoors. Leaning against the railing, she smiled and watched as the sun rose into the sky, sending splashes of orange and red onto the horizon. Looking down, she noticed that Kirara was watching her intently. “Okay, so I don't hate mornings, I just hate having to get up.”

A knock on her door caused her to jump and Kirara to transform. Swallowing, she began creeping towards the door, searching the room for Hirakotsu, only to find it gone. Great! I'm trapped in a castle full of youkai and my main source of defending myself is nowhere to be seen! To make matters worse, her katana was gone as well. Why is this happening to me? Looking to Kirara to be sure she was ready should something happen, she cautiously leaned against the door and murmured a soft, “Who is it?”

“Sesshoumaru,”

She sighing in relief and composed herself to allow him access to her room. “Good morning Sesshoumaru,” she said, but the form that entered the room was not the toned, handsome face of her host, but a man, who she could only assume was her attacker.

“Now, how can it be a good morning when there is still filth in the castle?” He chuckled, walking slowly towards her.

“Please!” She pleaded, cowering away from him, her eyes filling with tears of fear as she watched him come closer. “Please, don't hurt me. I'll leave, just please don't hurt me.”

He smirked, she really was stupid wasn't she. Too stupid to know that getting to hear their victims beg was what Inuyoukai looked forward to in battle. “Thanks for begging. It makes killing you so much better.”

She gasped as her back hit the railing of the balcony. He was almost upon her and she was at a loss as to what to do, she cried out for Kirara only to see the fire neko collapsed on the floor, her body trembling as a pool of blood began to spread out around her. Turning her eyes back to her attacker, she whimpered as he came to a stop before her, his laughter echoing around her as he pushed her over the edge and into the black oblivion beneath her.

“NO!!!!!!!!!” Sango sat straight up in bed, sweat pouring off of her in sheets. “Damn. Even after violating my body he wasn't satisfied, he had to plague my mind with nightmares too!” She pulled her knees up to her chest and willed her trembling body to calm. Looking at the end of the bed, her body calmed just slightly when she saw Kirara's slumbering form. Noting that the sky was still an inky black, she slid off the bed and walked over to the bathroom. Maybe a bath will help calm my nerves.

However, when she emerged nearly an half an hour later, Sango felt no less tense. Every sound made her jump and instinctually want to lunge towards the corner where Hirakotsu and her katana were leaned against the wall. She knew sleep wasn't an option, she felt too vulnerable. I wish I were in the woods, traveling with Kagome and Inuyasha. At least then I can hear my assailants before they attack me. She tried to ignore the little voice in her head that offered up the suggestion that it she might also wish for that situation as there would be a hanyou guarding her as well. He said he sent for them…but Kagome went to visit her family in the future. And given the number of days since she left Inuyasha has probably already gone after her. Sighing, she prayed that Inuyasha would make her come home instead of giving in to her pleas for him to let her stay a few more days, knowing that if that were the case, he would also stay in the future in order to be with her.

Ugg! What is with me? She thought, suddenly overcome with rage at herself. I am notthis weak! How have I sunk to the pointwhere I allow myself to be paranoid of all things? The little voice in her head popped in to remind her that she'd already been attacked twice, and that although she'd somehow been lucky and had come out with little long term damage to herself, it would be unlikely should she be attacked again. Not to mention the fact that you are in a fortress filled with full Inuyoukai, most of whom think you're a waste of air, and that one of them is a rapist. A soft “mew” beside her pulled her from her thoughts, smiling at the two-tail, Sango sighed. “At least I have you.” And, as if to prove the point, Kirara transformed, allowing Sango to curl into her warmth.

“I'm so scared Kirara,” she whispered, unaware of the tears that were slowly trailing down her face. “I almost wish we'd never run into Rin in that forest.”

However, she knew that was a lie. No matter what happened to her, she would not regret saving the girl. After all, she was innocent. She didn't know what would happen when she asked Sesshoumaru to allow Sango to come with them. And then there was the whole ordeal with Sesshoumaru. His statement that his inner youkai wished to keep her in its company might have shocked her at first…but she was beginning to find that the idea itself wasn't all that unappealing. She wanted to see where it would take them, curious to know what was up the taiyoukai's sleeve.

Why does it all have to be so confusing?

Looking to the balcony, she couldn't help but long to be camped under a tree, ready to sleep for the night. Miroku would be getting up for his mid-night stroll. She could almost see him rising from his spot against a tree with that resigned look on his face. It was the only time she ever saw a glimpse of the fear he felt. How did he do it? She thought, her eyes filling with tears as his smiling face filled her vision. How did he look death in the face every day and stay sane?

~Shift~

Standing on his balcony, which happened two be precisely two stories above hers, Sesshoumaru was once again pondering why he'd allowed her to come here in the first place. Originally, he'd been repulsed by his inner youkai's decision…but now? She intrigued him. And he knew now that he wanted to know more about her. But did he want more? Could he want more? It certainly strains credulity. But no matter what his previous disposition towards her kind, he knew he wanted to get to know her.

Sniffing the air, he growled when he smelt her fear. It was drifting up from her room in waves. Singling the sound of her breathing out from the various sounds that flooded his ears, he noted that she was still asleep which meant that she was not in any physical danger. But he found himself wanting to go to her. To soothe her mind of whatever it was that plagued her. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he knew she had awoken.

Turning his thoughts inward again, he tried to see what his inner youkai saw in her. Lost in his thoughts, he vaguely noted that quite a bit of time had passed and that he should retire to his bed for the night. But he found he couldn't. Even now, he could hear the exterminator moving about in her room, the soft change in her scent telling him she'd taken a bath. Focusing on her scent, he once again growled as the smell of salt filled his senses.

~Shift~

The sound of the doorknob turning broke her thoughts and her eyes shot to the double oak doors across the room. The door opened slowly and a tall figure stepped in. Sango felt her fear quickly return as she tried to see who it was in the darkness of the room. Flashes of the attack came crashing down on her, the cold hands covering her mouth as they pulled her from the tub, the pain of his member inside her as he whispered malevolently into her ear. Then her mind was overcome with thoughts of what would happen this time. Oh Kami, she prayed, tightening her grip on her legs. Please don't let this happen again.

“Sango?” Silver hair flickered in the moonlight and Sango released the breath she'd been holding.

“Wha…What are you doing here?” she murmured, trying to control her sobs as she watched him drift towards her. He sat down on the edge of the bed, silencing any thoughts she might have had by pulling her into his arms. Unable to take the strain any longer, she broke down, sobbing into his chest as she clutched at his kimono.

“Sshhh,” he soothed, scanning the room quickly to ensure everything was in order. “It is okay Sango. You are safe.”

“I can't take this,” she murmured. “I don't feel safe.”

“Shhhh,” he replied, stroking his fingers softly through her hair. “It is okay. This Sesshoumaru is here. I will protect you.” She shivered and he reached down to pull her covers further up on her body, whispering in her ear that it was going to be okay. After a minute or two her scent returned to normal and her breathing slowed as sleep overcame her.

~Shift~

Feeling the warm sun on her face, Sango slowly drifted into wakefulness. Stretching out her muscles, she was surprised to find a single, well toned arm was draped over her middle, preventing any movement on her part. She smiled, looking down to see that he'd tangled his hand with her own. He stayed with me all night. Moving experimentally against him, she gasped when his other hand tightened against her stomach. Clearly someone doesn't want to move. I might as well try to amuse myself until he wakes up. Tugging gently on the hand that was entwined with her own, she slowly brought it up to her face. She smiled as she realized that it was his left hand, the one he'd lost to Inuyasha's sword several years earlier. I wonder how long it took to regrow it. Deciding that a regenerated arm merited exploration, she brought their combined hands even closer so she could take in every aspect of it. It was smooth, despite the numerous times he'd wielded Tenseiga and Tokigen, with long, slender fingers that ended in deadly talon-like claws. His wrist bore the same two magenta stripes as its twin and she briefly wondered how this was achieved. To be able to regenerate a limb surely required an immense amount of power, and yet she was not afraid of him. I probably should be, she thought silently, unconsciously tracing his stripes. But for some reason I feel like I can trust him. Even though I barely know him and he's tried to kill me before.

Sesshoumaru smiled as he watched her trace his hand. He'd been awake since she'd begun to move, but he had kept quiet, content to simply watch her for a while. He watched as she ran her finger around the edge of one of his claws and her face deepened in concentration as she again traced his stripes.

“You know, thinking this early in the morning is practically pointless. You are so asleep that you will never remember anything you thought about.”

This time Sango couldn't help but jump, she'd thought he was still asleep. “Don't do that!” she panted, as she tried to get her racing heart under control “You nearly scared me to death!” Turning to look at him, she noticed the almost peaceful look on his face. “Why didn't you tell me you were awake?” she said and she could have sworn she saw him shrug.

“This Sesshoumaru merely wanted to watch you for a while. And if had you known I was, you would not have allowed me to do so.”

“Oh.”