InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Final Bow ❯ ch 13 ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

 

 

He was stronger than her, but that didn't mean she was going to go down with out a fight.

 

 

 

Kagome kicked out hard, catching him solidly in the lower thigh. He didn't budge. In fact he laughed, and that gruesome foreboding sound sent a panic rushing through her. She couldn't fight him. She just wasn't strong enough and everyone else was gone for the day.

 

 

He jerked her around by the wrists deftly, as if she weighed nothing at all - as if he'd done this all before.

 

 

She let out a keening wail and struggled in vain. He was just too strong.

 

 

Her back hit the vanity hard, bottles scattered to the floor breaking on the tiles, shards of broken glass and plastic bottles and containers skittering across the room. Her head hit the mirror with a sickening crack as the reflective glass spider webbed around her like a broken halo.

 

 

He smiled in that frightening way of his, enjoying her fright, reveling in her pain.

 

 

“You look so beautiful like this my precious miko.” He leaned forward dragging his tongue along her neck from collarbone to ear. Kagome struggled even harder. He laughed. “I can smell it you know.” He whispered low and husky in her ear. “I can taste it on your skin.” He bit her hard on the shoulder, not enough to break the skin, but enough to bruise for sure. She cried out in pain. “I know you have it.”

 

 

“You're sick!” She spat in a trembling voice. “I don't have anything.”

 

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, but don't you?” His hand fisted roughly in the front of her shirt, tearing it open with a swift flick of his wrist.

 

 

 

Tiny black buttons flew through the air with an exaggerated slowness. Kagome watched as the last one dropped, spinning once, twice, before collapsing on its side next to her feet. Everything was cast eerily in shades of green by the emergency lighting running down the hallway just outside the open door.

 

 

His hand roughly closed over her breast, squeezing painfully, drawing another startled cry from her. She was shaking now. She knew. He was going to rape her.

 

 

“That's it, cry for me. You know how I love to see you cry.” His voice was low and crooning. Kagome felt frozen with fear, riddled with disgust. It was wrong. She didn't want this, didn't want him.

 

 

He leaned forward, so close that his breath howled in her ear. “You are afraid.” He sneered mockingly, “Afraid he won't want you after I've touched you.” He paused, his eyes nearly rolling up in his head at the way her pulse thrummed like a hummingbirds wind under his hands, then he whispered slowly, savoring the music of it, “He betrayed you then, what makes you think it will be different this time? You will always belong to me.” He hissed vehemently.

 

 

Then he used his tongue to trace the track of her tears along the side of her face. Her vision blurred, then went gray.

 

 

{The dressing room was suddenly replaced with a serene forest varying shades of gray, the smooth glass of the mirror gone from behind her - instead the roughly hewn planks of her small home pressed roughly against her back. A hand was wrapped tightly around her throat as a man in ornate samurai armor pressed himself against him.

 

Not a man.

 

He was Youkai, and yet he was not. And he was certainly not samurai. There was no honor in this man. He bit at her skin and tore at her clothes with his free hand, taking what he thought would hurt her the most since he could not claim his true prize.

 

He pulled back to smirk at her, Naraku for sure, but his eyes were different. They were red.}

 

 

She was suddenly thrust back into reality, but a heavy bout of vertigo enveloped her so hard that she felt she might be sick. Maybe because she had tried to force her self from the vision, it didn't matter. She had to get loose. She couldn't just allow this to happen with out a fight.

 

 

Thinking quickly, she slammed her forehead into his nose when he leaned back to say something to her, catching him off guard. He reared back angrily as blood spurted down his face, his features contorting angrily.

 

 

Kagome realized a bit too late that this might not have been such a good idea. Her head was swimming, pain engulfing her and adding to her nausea. Also, Naraku was pissed.

 

 

Having no time to lose, she pushed herself off the counter to make a dash for the door. Unfortunately he was faster.

 

 

{The forest floor was hard, even with the blanket of leaves that covered everything. He was on top of her before her breath returned to her, a strange sutra slapped to her forehead. Burning nausea tore at the back of her throat. She couldn't move, couldn't breath…

 

Couldn't purify him.

 

“I-itea.” She groaned breathily.

 

 

“It hurts doesn't it, my beautiful miko.” He whispered huskily as he lowered himself over her, tearing at her clothes once more.

 

She whimpered.

 

He laughed.}

 

 

“Don't do this. Please - please don't do this.” Kagome cried out desperately as he pushed himself between her knees, holding her wrists tightly up over her head.

 

 

The concrete floor was cold, her shirt hung limply open as he reached between them to push her long gauzy skirt up over her hips.

 

 

“Please - Naraku. You need help. Just stop this now and I swear-”

 

 

“What do you swear?” He snarled angrily in her face. His first two fingers running back and forth just under the elastic of her panties.

 

 

“We can get you help. I promise, just don't do this.”

 

He laughed.

 

 

{ Her head fell to the side in defeat. Dry leaves scratched at her face, hopelessness flooded her. He was going to hurt her. Rape her - possibly kill her, and all she could think about was how he would never want her now. How she'd never again be able to look into the blazing inferno of his eyes with out the look of disgust on his face.

 

She wanted to simply fade away. To be swallowed unto the earth.

The wind stirred the leaves before her…no! Not the wind!

 

 

Sesshoumaru dropped from the sky, the halo of the sun behind him making him seem to glow. He landed with such grace, such a feather light touch that one would think he did not weigh an ounce.

 

 

A deep, angry growl filled the air.}

 

 

The rumbling was so loud that it nearly rattled the walls. Kagome felt sick. His weight against her as he reveled in grinding his hips against hers, bathing himself in her fear as he showed her just what he was going to do to her.

 

{Angry gold eyes flashed crimson, just for a moment, before Naraku's vile weight was suddenly gone from her…}

 

 

Kagome's mind blanked as his hand reached once again for her panties, but then he was gone and the rumbling seemed to deepen.

 

 

A sharp vicious bark had her moving faster than she thought possible in the current situation, wondering where the dog had come from, but grateful just the same. She bolted staggeringly for the door when he spoke, stopping her in her tracks.

 

 

He was laughing. Naraku, that sick psychopath was laughing. “Sesshoumaru.” He intoned, “You couldn't stop me then. You wont now. The tama will be mine, her keeper will be mine, and I.Will. Destroy. You.”

 

 

Sesshoumaru? He was there. Making a split second decision she flailed flagrantly along the wall for the switch and throwing it as soon as her hands found it.

 

 

It was Sesshoumaru. And it was not just normal Sesshoumaru either, it was full facial tattoo Sesshoumaru holding Naraku up by the throat in one hand looking angrier than she'd ever seen him. His large fingers flexed around the smirking dark haired man's neck, squeezing tighter.

 

 

“I will kill you for this.” He snarled raggedly as though trying to contain something.

 

Naraku laughed.

 

Sesshoumaru squeezed harder.

 

In fact, if it weren't for the small hands that tentatively touched his shoulder, he probably would have killed then and there.

 

 

“I've called the police.” She said quietly, meeting his eyes beseechingly. “Please don't get into trouble because of me.”

 

 

Sesshoumaru studied her intensely for a moment before jerking a nod. He then slammed Naraku hard into the floor, hard enough to make Kagome shriek in surprise, hard enough for a sickening crack to ring through the destroyed room.

 

 

“Oh my god!” Kagome said woozily. “Is he…”

 

 

“He won't be getting up from that for a while.” Sesshoumaru said coldly turning to her and gently ushering her out of the room. Once in the hall he turned and locked the door with the master key from his pocket. That should hold him until the police arrived.

 

 

Kagome sagged against the wall as the adrenalin left her, leaving her empty and shaking. She held her shirt together with one hand while the other clenched in a fist just under her chin.

 

He caught her before she could sink completely to the floor.

 

 

“Are you alright, Kagome?”

 

 

She nodded numbly, then shook her head as her chin began to quiver. Before she knew what was going on she was sobbing great, gut wrenching sobs into his shoulder and clinging to him for dear life.

 

 

“It's ok.” He whispered into her hair soothingly. “He'll never touch you again. I swear it.”

 

 

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AN: Better late than never, ey?