InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped ❯ A... Woman?! ( Chapter 3 )

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

Konnichiwa! Just a lil' author's note before I get into the story. I posted this story a while ago, and I've been waiting for 2 more reviews on it, but since you people won't review, I'm just gonna post it anyway. Please people, I wanna know what y'all think. Do me just one little favor, and review my story. Thanks. **Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Inuyasha... I only use the characters in my twisted little fics. *evil grin*on with the story...

         Pitch black, he couldn't see anything. His arms and legs were tied, and he was suspended a good foot or so off the floor. His throat was dry, almost on fire, begging for just one drop of water, and his lips were cracked and bleeding. It felt like an eternity since he'd last seen anything and he wondered, 'Am I blind?' The last thing he had remembered seeing was Kikyo. She had entranced him, cast her evil spell. She had lured him there and laughed as her sould collectors bound him and hung him. He had tried to break free, but everytime he'd move the snake-like creatures would tighten even more.
         His sensitive ears picked up the sound of dripping water. The sound was driving him insane! Drip, drip, drip... he groaned hoarsely and let his head hang down, trying to ease the constant ache. He had never wished for death more than he had for the past few days. If he ever got free, he was going to kill the bitch that did this to him.
         Suddenly he heard foot stpes drawing closer and closer. He inhaled and nearly choked on the putred odor. Had his throat no been hurting he would've called out, cursing great obscinities. The once great demon winced as a blinding light gilled the room. His evil maniacal laugh bounced off the walls, hurting his super sensitive ears.
         "So you're still alive..." The bandit stopped in front of him and grasped his chin. "You pathetic demon. Did you really think that you could kill me?" The bandit's burning red orbs bore into his. "N-n-nar-a-ku. Y-you b-bastard. I'll k-kill y-you f-for th-this!" He whispered intensely, his eyes hatefilled and cold, even more so than when he looked at Inuyasha.
         Naraku's laughter boomed again, and again the demon winced. "Now, now my pet. You must get used to me. After all, you will become my mate." The tone of Naraku's voice made his hair stand on end. "What do you plan to do with me?!" He whispered as loudly as his poor throat would let him. "You'll see, my pet, you'll see..." He turned Sesshomaru's head to the side and kissed his cheek.
         He snarled and jerked his head away as naraku chuckled. "Kanna, bring it here." Terrified amber pools watched as the small, white-haired child brought in a tray with a single cup on it.
         Smoke was pouring off of it, running over the sides of the cup, and off the small tray. He eyed it suspiciously but felt himself start to drool. Whatever it was, it smelled wonderful, almost like hazelnut coffee, or something similar. Kanna stopped next to Naraku and offered him the tray. Naraku picked up the cup, and it immediately quit smoking. The scent drifted over to him and he licked his lips. "Are you thirsty?" Naraku smiled evilly and chuckled when he heard the dog demon whine softly. He lifted the cup to Sesshomaru's nose and allowed him to get a good whiff. "Are you really that thirsty?" He took it from under his nose and raised it to his lips. "Naraku..." He stopoped and looked at the silver-haired mongrel.
         "Yes, puppy?" He lowered the cup and the "puppy's" eyes followed the motion. Naraku put the cup to Sesshomaru's lips and watched with glee as he lapped a small bit of the potion. "Good puppy," he stroked the side of Sesshomaru's face. He growled forciblly but kept drinking, wanting more of the deliciously addictive drink. Sesshomaru felt himself growing drowzier by the moment. He yawned and his eyelids drooped. He blinked and started drinking again. Naraku gladly tilted the glass, and smiled when the last drop fell from the glass into Sesshomaru's mouth. The great demon's head drooped and he immediately began snoring softly.
         When he awoke he was lying on a super soft feather mattress with the sun warming his face. He felt a warm body pressed against his and he sighed. "Rin..." He nuzzled the soft body and realized that it wasn't Rin. '' What the hell?! Who the fuck is this beside me?!!!' The figure sighed and Sesshomaru opened his eyes. He nearly choked when Naraku rolled over and captured his mouth. Sesshomaru pushed him away and leapt from beneath the covers. He glared and bared his teeth. He glanced down and nearly fainted "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!?!?!?!" He blushed and tried to cover his large chest and nether region.
         Naraku leisurely rolled off the bed and got on his feet, not bothering to cover his evident arousal. "You are mine. You have my mark on you and my seed in you. You will bear my offspring, and if you ever think of killing me, I'll bind you again and torture you far worse than you could ever imagine." His eyes gleamed and he slowly walked over to the now female Sesshomaru. "You need a new name to go with that breath taking new body... Let's see... What shall I call you...?" He scratched his chin and paced in front of her . "I know... You shall be called Omoshiroi-Kao ('Funny Face'). It suits you well, Omoshiroi. The looks and glares you send make your face look funny."
         He stopped in front of her and laughed. "Omoshiroi," his eyes darkened and he stepped towards her. "Naraku... you foul putrid half-breed! Keep the hell away from me!" Her voice echoed in the large bed chamber, no longer the smooth, arrogant voice that had once been his was now high pitched and almost squeaky. Omoshiroi paused and cleared her throat. Her eyebrows scrunched together and she spoke again, "Is that my voice?!" She cleared her throat again. "Holy SHIT! THAT IS MY VOICE!!!" She glared coldly at Naraku. She calmly spoke again, "You fuckin' sonuva bitch! How dare you...!" Her voice squeaked and Naraku chuckled again.
         Omoshiroi gazed about, frantically searching for something to cover herself with. Naraku stepped closer to her and she immediately froze, a growl catching in her throat. His eyes, those evil blood red pools, so hatefull and lusty, raked over her body. The smirk that spread across his face mad the blood freeze in her veins. He took a step towards her, that sickening grin plastered to his face. Her eyes locked on his, and she backed up. Everytime he'd step towards her, she'd back away. This continued until her back was pressed against the wall. He stopped about a foot away from her, his eyes glinting dangerously. "You really don't want to oppose me... I hold your life in my hands."
         Naraku held out his hand and a small pulsating orb appeared. A soft thud could be heard from it, and a red and black aura surrounded it. He closed his fingers around it and Omoshiroi's chest exploded. "N-na-ra-k-ku! Y-you b-bastard!" Her hands pressed against the flesh above her heart. The pain was so intense, her head began to swim, and she slowly sank to the floor, her back still against the wall. Naraku uncurled his finers, and the pain immediately ceased. Her face relaxed some but her breathing was still harsh. A thin layer of sweat gleamed over her body. Dropplets ran over her temples and down her cheeks mingling with her tears. Never before had Omoshiroi felt such immense pain, not even when Inuyasha had cut off her arm. Once her breathing slowed she braced herself against the wall, and shakily got to her feet. "You bastard! What the hell do you plan to do to me?!"
         Naraku simply smiled and closed the gap between them. Her heart was pounding as he placed his hands to either side of her on the wall. She glared hatefully at him and tensed. Just as his face came within an inch of hers, she brought her right hand up and raked her piercing claws across his right left cheek. He swore and moved back, giving her just enought room to run past him. Her feet pounded against the floor as she ran out of the room.
         She turned left and headed down the corridor. She ran past several doors hoping to maybe find a way out.After turning down another hall, she paused and tried to open the first door she came to. She couldn't open it, and tried the next three doors. the last door she tried finally opened and she hurried in, closing and locking it behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed. She turned around and looked around the room.
         It was small, but well lit. Dozens of small, amber colored candles were scattered across the room. Some were on shelves attached to the walls, others were placed in little groups of four or five around the room. Hanging on the back wall was a soft white kimono with a pale floral pattern on the shoulders and sleeves. She slipped it on and tied the sash. She walked back to the door and pressed her ear to it. She listened carefully, her sensitive inu-ears picking up every little sound within 20 meters.
         She heard someone walking softly down the hall and her breath caught in her throat. 'Is it him? Has he already found me?!' She froze, holding her breath waiting for whoever to pass. The footsteps stopped directly in front of the door, and her hair was on end. The electric current running through her body left what remained of her nerves on edge. The footsteps started again, and she waited still holding her breath. They stopped again and the door flew open. "Sessho-..." The wind sorceress gaped at Omoshiroi. "What the hell?" She dropped her fan and blinked.

         "Miroku..." He felt someone shaking him. "Mikoku! Get your lazy butt up!" A feminine voice ordered him. He rolled towards the voice, and his right hand made its way to her rear. The woman noticed the hand and stood up. 'Baka Hentai.' She grumbled and grabbed his ear. "Miroku, get up... NOW!" SHe yanked violently on the ear, pulling his ear off the small, hard pilow. "OWWWW!!! What was THAT for?!" He glared at the woman. "You hentai. Your hand was about to touch her butt!" The first voice said. Miroku glanced around and sighed. 'That was one messed up dream... Sesshomaru as a female... that's just wrong!' He shuddered and got a questioning glance from his companions. "Weird dream..." he mumbled. Sango cricked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "About what?" The monk shook his head. "Trust me, you do not wanna know." Shippo got in his face and gave him his most pathetic "puppy" look. "Awwe... C'mon, Miroku! Please?" The kitsune's lower lip started trembling, and he had tears in his eyes.
         Miroku glared at him and reluctantly sighed. "DO you really wish to know?" Sango and shippo nodded and Kirara mewed. He looked at the and his head drooped. "Well, it started out..." (You know what happened so I'm not gonna bother recaping) "...And then you practically yanked my frickin' ear off!" He glared at Sango, his eyebrow twitching slightly. She stood up and glared, "If you hadn't been tryin' grabbing my butt, your ear wouldn't be the size of a saucer." She huffed and walked away, leaving him to go get water for their food.
         "Hey Miroku... Do you sense that?" Shippo had suddenly gotten a really bad case of shivers. The monk shook his head. "Somethings wrong, Miroku. Somethings really wrong..." The little kitsune jumped up, his little nose searching the air. He had a really bad feeling, like something horrible was going to happen. "Kagome!" He started running towards her scent. "Shippo! Wait! What a-..." Shippo didn't hear the monk finish. He had already jumped into the well, and was frantically digging.
         "Kagome?! Kagome!!!" his little claws slashed into the earth. His nose picked up the faint smell of Kagome's blood when suddenly he felt himself start floating. He opened his eyes and saw a blue eternity stretching before him.
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