InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the Untamable ❯ Chapter 3

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

Disclaimer: The only character of this story that I own is Ayuri.

A.N. Can I just say that I am becoming more and more ashamed of this storythe further I get into it?It almost seems beyond work. How was I ever this lame? I sincerely hope that my current writing has improved from this point. There are so many things wrong with this story! I've about decided it might be easier to scrap it and start fresh. But that would take too long. And I don't want to do that to you guys. I think the basic plot line could work, but at the moment I'm having difficulties trying to figure out HOW to make it work. Also, I might add some serious time skips in here. As the current timeframe is WAY rushed! I don't see how any of you can stand to read this! I hope the new version reads better. After all that is the whole point. To better the story so it doesn't read as middle school level as it currently is.

Chapter 3: Cruel Hatred

“Inuyasha, can I get up now? I haven't eaten since yesterday and I starving. If you let me up, I can go make us some breakfast.”

“Nope, you're not getting back up. Besides, all I want for breakfast is right here,” cooed Inuyasha as he kissed the back of her neck. She shivered into his touch, but remained strong. After all, he'd kept her trapped in bed for the past six hours and she was beyond ready to get up.

“I can make ramen,” she cooed, knowing that the mention of his favorite food would break his concentration. Sure enough, the moment the words left her mouth his ears perked up and his eyes lost their determined nature. I knew it would work. He's always a sucker for ramen.

“I guess you can get up for a little while. But after breakfast you're coming right back.”

“Thank you.”

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“Hello, Sango?” Ayuri said as she walked into the room and looked for the woman in question. “I brought you some food.” Her lips curled in confusion as she scanned the room, but she couldn't see the woman anywhere. Having heard about the events in the entrance hall, she figured the woman was merely cautious of approaching another demon. “If it makes you feel better, I am only a half demon. I have no problems with humans. In fact, if you'll let me, I would like to be your friend.”

A small shuffling noise made her turn to look at the bed. Walking over, she knelt down and what she saw horrified her. The woman she was looking at had been tied up and looked like she'd seen a ghost. She had several harsh bruises already darkening her skin and she had been completely stripped of all her clothes. Ayuri reached out to touch her, but the girl squirmed away.

“Oh dear God! Are you alright? Oh what am I going to do? Have you been hurt in any way?” Okay Ayuri, dumb question. “I'm going to go get Sesshoumaru. I'll be right back.” She quickly got up and ran to go find her lord.

She found him in the hallway, walking down the stairs from his study. “Lord Sesshoumaru!” she yelled as she ran towards him, “That girl you asked me to bring food for has been attacked. She won't let me near her. I don't know what to do.”

“Where is she?” cold eyes bored into Ayuri as she turned and pointed towards Sango's room.

“She's under her bed.” Before she'd even finished, Sesshoumaru was gone, the closing of Sango's door the only indication as to where he'd gone.

“Sango, where are you?! Are you here? Answer me Sango!” He ran to her bed and dropped to the floor. He couldn't express the relief he felt at seeing her. She was shaking uncontrollably and looked like she'd been through Hell, but she did not look like she'd been harmed, very much. Before she could even react, Sesshoumaru reached under the mattress pulled her gently out. Slicing through the bonds that held her, he reached up to pull the blankets off the bed and wrapped her in them.

“I'm s-sorry, I sh-shouldn't have come,” she mumbled as he picked her up, hiding her face in his chest. “You probably hate me for causing so much trouble.”

“Who said that? I am the one who asked you to come here, am I not?” She opened her mouth to reply, but he interrupted her, “Hush now, I do not hate you. This is not your fault. Come, I will get you cleaned up.”

As he walked into her bathroom, Sango found her thoughts turning yet again to his motives. Where was the aristocratic assassin she'd encountered so many times? Surely this wasn't the same man who'd tried to kill her on several occasions. Looking up at his face, she was shocked to find his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't identify. Why is he doing this for me? What have I done to deserve his kindness?

He sat her down beside the spring and she whimpered, fighting the urge not to pull him back to her. “This Sesshoumaru is deeply sorry. But rest assured I will not allow this to happen again.” He stood to leave and she panicked.

“No! Please don't leave me,” she pleaded, “I do not feel safe.”

“Rest assured that I will place my most trusted guards at your disposal.”

“No!” She shouted. “I don't want to be around strangers.”

Sesshoumaru sighed. As much as he wanted to separate himself from her so as to prevent any further connections to her, his inner youkai refused to allow him to do so. It screamed for him to protect what was his, showing just how far it had fallen for the human. “Very well,” he said upon looking into her eyes, which were filled with fear. “This Sesshoumaru will stand guard outside the door.”

“Thank you.” She watched as he walked out the door, leaving her to her own thoughts which were a jumbled mass of chaos. Why is he being so nice? The Sesshoumaru I know would have sent someone else to take care of me, instead of rescuing me. But then again…the Sesshoumaru I know would have never allowed me to come here anyways. He would have killed me when he first sighted me with Rin. Sighing, she unwrapped herself from the blankets and slid into the spring.

What am I going to do? She thought, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to clear her thoughts. I can't stay here. There are too many demons…only two of which I know. And only one of which I know cannot hurt me. Oh Miroku, I need you so much. You would know what to do. You always did.

She jumped when the door opened, ducking to hide her body in the water. “Who's there?!” But a soft meow was her only reply. She let out the breath she'd been holding when Kirara walked through the door and it once again shut. He brought me Kirara. I wish I knew why he was doing this. “Oh Kirara! I'm so scared!” The fire cat immediately transformed in response, settling down in a protective stance at the edge of the water.

“Oh Kirara, what do you think we should do?” she cried, uncaring that the youkai lord could hear everything she was saying. “I'm so scared that man will return. H-He hurt me so much.”

Just on the other side of the door, Sesshoumaru's thoughts were equally troubled. When Ayuri had knocked on the door to bring the fire neko, he'd almost attacked her. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts that he'd thought she was someone else coming to attack the exterminator. After she'd left and he'd let Kirara into the bathroom, he could feel Sango's aura relax. Her admonition to the cat had angered him immensely. He was barely controlling the urge to find and destroy the servant who'd kicked Sango upon their arrival, since as far as he could tell that would be the logical culprit. However, his instincts told him that that could not be the case as that particular servant's scent had exited the castle moments after Sesshoumaru had carried Sango away. And he knew it hadn't returned.

Which was another thing that bothered him. There was no scent in the room other than Sango's, Ayuri's, and his own, which meant that whoever had done this had found some way to conceal their scent. Even in the hallway, there hadn't been the slightest trace of any other scent. How do I track someone I can't smell?

About an hour later when Sango emerged from the bathroom with a transformed Kirara close on her heels, he was no closer to finding an answer. Glancing at her form which was wrapped in one of the silk sleeping yukatas that had been stored in the bathroom, he took note that she had rubbed her skin with such force that it was raw. “I sent for Inuyasha,” he said softly, causing her to gasp. “He and Kagome should be here within a few days.”

“Thank you,” she replied, smiling weakly as she gently combed the tangles out of her hair with her fingers. Looking at him, she wondered if she should tell him what really happened. Would he even care? Her past dealings with him certainly didn't lead her to believe he would. But then again, he'd not only saved her from her attacker in the entrance hall, but he'd held her almost gently when he'd pulled her from under the bed. Silently hoping that he wouldn't think it was her fault, she gathered her courage.

“Sesshoumaru,” she sighed, “there is something you need to know.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers for a moment to show he was listening and she sighed, turning away from him before mumbling, “he..raped me.”

Sesshoumaru sighed. He'd assumed such an act had happened. After all, the most effective way to show one's strength over a woman was to force her into intercourse. What surprised him was the fury coursing through his veins. He wanted to find whoever had done this and feel their flesh melt between his fingers as he slowly poisoned them into oblivion. “Did you see his face?”

Realizing he wasn't going to blame her, Sango turned back to face him, shaking her head. “He snuck up on me while I was taking a bath and blindfolded me before I could even turn around.”

“I see.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Why do you apologize?” he questioned, clasping his hands behind his back and walking towards the window. “This is not your fault. This Sesshoumaru should have realized that there are members of my staff that like to assert their dominance over women, especially those of human birth in the most vicious ways possible.”

“Are you telling me to leave?” she asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

“No. As I said before, you may stay here as long as you wish. And until my brother and his mate arrive this Sesshoumaru will make sure you are guarded at all times.”

She felt some the fear of him that continued to knaw at her skin slip away at his words. He wasn't going to make her leave. He was not going to look down on her for what happened. It became too much for her to handle and she broke down and began crying, burying her face in Kirara's fur.

“Why are you doing this for me?” She said, unable to take the strain of not knowing.

“To tell the truth I do not know why. I do not understand these feelings I have been experiencing as of late. My inner youkai is urging me to ensure for your safety. It is urging me to keep you here so that I may have chances to interact with you further.”

If she thought her thoughts were chaotic before, then now they were quickly approaching apocalyptic. She could not believe what she was hearing. His inner youkai was pushing him towards her. But the only reason it would do that is…Oh dear.

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“Hurry up Kagome! It's time to go back to bed. We have to make sure you don't injure yourself further.”

“Stupid, I still haven't had anything to eat.”

“Feh! You could've just eaten ramen, it not like it takes a long time to make.”

“Unlike you,” Kagome said, pausing in her fridge raid to glare at him pointedly. “I cannot eat that stuff at every waking moment.”

“What are you talking about you eat it all the time.”

“I only eat it because you like it. I've personally had enough to last me an entire lifetime.”

“Well fine, but when your mom gets mad at you because you're out of bed don't say I didn't warn you.”

She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, continuing to raid the fridge in search of food. Glancing up at him, she sighed when she saw his expression. He wasn't paying attention to her and so she saw how he really felt as opposed to what he wanted her to think. He'd clamped his ears shut to block out the noise from the street below and she could tell the smells were bothering him. As much as she wanted to stay here in the future, she couldn't bear to see him uncomfortable. Closing the door to gain his attention, she sighed as if bored and sat down in his lap. “Let's go home.”

“What happened to `I need a hot bath and a soft bed every once in a while'?” he chuckled, noting the pout on her face as she traced patterns on his chest.

“Well, we have hot springs at home and that bed your brother gave us at our wedding, although I have no idea why he did, is pretty soft. So can we please go home?” She turned her head to nuzzle his neck, nibbling on the flesh just above his collarbone. “Please?”

“Well, of course we can, but what's with the sudden change of mind?”

“I'm not telling,” she mumbled, hiding her face in his chest. “You'll laugh at me.”

“I won't, I swear. Just tell me.”

“Alright,” she said finally, looking up into his eyes. “I'm tired of feeling so melancholy. There's nothing to do here. At least at home there's normally some demon to fight or someone in the village who needs my help.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “If you're bored I'm sure I could think of something to keep us busy,” his eyes began to gleam with mischief as he watched her seriously consider his offer. Taking it upon himself to `help' her, he spoke again. “You know we could go home and then amuse ourselves.”

She giggled, her expression matching his. “I think you're crazy but alright, let's go home.”