InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ Transformation ( Chapter 3 )

Untouchable

 

By: Enchanted Angel

 

Chapter 3: Transformations

 

*~* = point of view change

 

A/N: Hey guys! I added something new! Be sure to keep on top of the point of view changes! It might get a little confusing but hopefully everything will turn out alright! Thanks for all the support I have been receiving! It's doing wonders to my confidence! Ok without further ado…

 

“What time do you get off work?” Sesshoumaru asked me right before he put the Lamborghini in `park'.

 

“I think eight.” I said while gathering my suitcase and suit-jacket from the tiny backseat.

 

He nodded. “I'll be here.” He said while pushing a button to open the passenger side door.

 

“You sure? I could just walk to the bus stop, it's not very far away…” I said climbing out of the car.

 

“No, it's not very safe. I'll be here at eight.” He said, insisting that he pick her up.

 

“Alright. Thanks for the ride and see you then!” I said reaching above me and trying to pull the door back down awkwardly.

 

“No, just…leave it alone. It'll go down by itself Kagome.” He said watching me try to wrench the door back down.

 

“Oh ok. Sorry! Bye!” I muttered, my face erupting into a bright red. I then turned and walked into the building.

 

***

 

Once inside the comfort of my office, I sat before my new computer and began to form a mental list of things to do.

 

But my mind kept drifting to him.

 

`Why do I feel like a little girl with a crush when I'm around him? Why do I always get the butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him or when he uncharacteristically smiles at me? Why does he smile? It's very unlike him to smile…' I thought with my face in my hands.

 

`I know that I was supposedly in love with him. But…I had died…hadn't I? Inu told me that after he revived me, I didn't even remember my own name! How can such feelings still exist if I couldn't even remember my own name?'

 

I let out a distressed cry and pounded a fist on the table.

 

Hot tears of frustration pricked at the corners of my eyes.

 

`Why am I feeling this way? It's not right for me to have feelings for him. He's doing me a favor by letting me stay with him. He doesn't like me anyway. What would he want to do with a human? Let alone Inu's ex-girlfriend…'

 

The door suddenly opened and my boss, Miroku, poked his head around the door.

 

“Everything alright there Kagome?” he asked while observing the V-neck of my green silk shirt.

 

I sat up straight and smiled sweetly.

 

“Yes, yes sir everything is going great. I'm just getting started on the finance papers you gave me earlier.” I replied while pretending to play with my necklace but pushing my shirt back so none of my cleavage was exposed to his lecherous eyes.

 

“Good, good! Just holler at me if you need any help ok Kagome? I know this is your first day and things can get somewhat confusing, so just page me if you need me. My office is extension four on your phone.” He said as he began to shut the door.

 

I nodded. “Thanks!” I said as the door shut with a quiet click.

 

“What a perv.” I whispered as I got back to my papers.

 

***

 

I took off my reading glasses and rubbed my temples tiredly after printing out the last article I had typed that day.

 

I looked at the clock. It read: 7:56 PM.

 

“I guess that's it!” I whispered as I got up and stretched. I then packed up all my papers and documents into my briefcase and headed out my office door.

 

Before I left the office building, I poked my head into Miroku's office just to say goodbye.

 

“Hey Miroku, I'm leaving!” I said as my head cracked around the door.

 

He was sleeping; a large puddle of drool had accumulated on a stack of papers his head was on. He had successfully soaked through half of his papers. I could see the dark wet marks on the edges.

 

How gross.

 

I sweat dropped and closed the door.

 

The night air was cool and crisp and nipped at my bare legs. I shivered and looked around for a red Lamborghini but saw none. I checked my watch which read 8:07 and sighed.

 

He was late.

 

I called his cell phone but no one answered. Disappointed, I looked to my right. The bus stop was only about three blocks down, and the next bus would arrive at 8:15.

 

`I guess I had better start walking if I want to make it.' I thought as I picked up my suitcase and started the short trek to the stop.

 

But I never made it past the second block.

 

The moment I walked past the dark alley I noticed a dark figure emerge behind me through my peripheral vision. I frantically looked around to see if there was a crowd of people I could blend in with but, oddly enough, there were none. Scared, I began to walk a little faster, and to my horror, noticed that the person behind me also quickened his pace. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Sesshoumaru's number again, but did not have time to even hear if any one answered it; my assailant was on the run. Terrified out of my wits, and I flung my suitcase behind me in an attempt to hit my stalker but I missed. The man behind me caught up with me and roughly stuffed a cloth into my mouth before I could scream, Then he wrestled my cell phone from my grasp and threw it on the ground where it broke into two pieces with the force of his throw. He then proceeded on dragging me into the second alley we came upon.

 

My screams were muffled severely as he picked me up over his shoulder and carried me deeper into the alley. I kicked, punched, slapped, and clawed but nothing I did loosened his grasp on me. Instead he pushed me against a wall and slapped me over and over until I collapsed on the ground. My lip was busted and my nose was bleeding profusely. I cried, hoping someone had heard me scream and struggle.

 

“You fucking bitch.” A rough voice said as he grabbed some crude ropes and tied my hands and feet together. “You're going to pay for all that shit you just caused.”

 

I glared at him and struggled against my bonds causing him to slap me again.

 

“Stop fucking moving before I fucking slit your throat now.” he growled. “Now hold still. I promise it won't hurt for too long.” He said as he ripped the zipper off of my skirt.

 

I closed my eyes, hoping it would all be over soon.

 

*~*

Sesshoumaru

*~*

 

I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It read 8:04 PM.

 

I growled with irritation.

 

`Why the hell did that damn meeting have to last so fucking long?' I thought angrily.

 

I had to ignore her phone call because I was in that stupid meeting.

 

`Maybe if that damn woman hadn't talked for so long…' I thought.

 

My anger soon evaporated as I pulled up in front of the office building that had no one standing in front of it.

 

My cell phone rang.

 

It was Kagome.

 

“Hello this is—”

 

I heard a scream from the phone before it cut off.

 

I cursed myself for not calling her back and parked the car.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was growing a fondness for the girl. Again. At least according to Inu Yasha and everyone else in the goddamn world. According to them, I had loved her. At first I had just merely snorted at the idea that I, Sesshoumaru, loved a ditzy, klutzy human like her, but things actually started to change a little once I met her—especially after seeing her with Rin.

 

I began to walk quickly towards the bus stop; the scent of her lavender shampoo was everywhere.

 

It was not only the scent of her; it was that mingled with the scents of fear and tears. I stopped dead in my tracks when I recognized another scent as well. My eyes widened with realization.

 

A hanyou.

 

“Fuck.” I whispered as I passed by her open briefcase, her papers blowing everywhere in the wind.

 

I stopped when their scents led me directly to a dark alley. I immediately began to feel the poison rush the tips of my fingers instinctively. I knew the hanyou had sensed me and mentally kicked myself for not masking my scent.

 

A fight was about to occur.

 

*~*

Kagome

*~*

 

He slapped me again.

 

“Stop FUCKING moving!” He screamed at me while his claws began to dig into my neck.

 

I had realized a little too slowly that this man was a demon. Who? I did not know.

 

“Don't you remember me bitch?” he asked sneering in my face. Red eyes, long black hair, pale skin.

 

Bits and pieces of fragmented memories began to replay in my mind.

 

Naraku.

 

He already had me against the wall, almost completely naked. My skirt was torn into two pieces and thrown carelessly on the floor. My underwear was ripped off and hidden in the folds of the skirt.

 

“You don't know how long I've waited for this moment.” He whispered in my ear. I felt him push up against me, about to take away my virginity.

 

I closed my eyes tight.

 

`Please. Oh God please. Somebody stop him…' I thought, tears rolling down my cheeks.

 

My eyes snapped open when Naraku dropped me onto the floor. I looked up to see Naraku with bleeding and sizzling gash marks in his left arm. He hissed at the assailant—Sesshoumaru.

 

I immediately began to work on the ropes that bound me; Naraku was distracted with more important matters at hand. I reached down to grope around in my discarded skirt to find the small stiletto blade I had hidden in the hem.

 

“How nice of you to show up Sesshoumaru.” He said icily as the wounds in his arm began to close back up almost as quickly as they came. “Coming back to protect this human?” he said spat out; an emphasis on the word `human.' He knew he was striking a nerve, but from the look on Sesshoumaru's face, I could tell that he punctured it.

 

I saw Sesshoumaru's eyes glow a dangerous shade of red.

 

“If I don't remember correctly Naraku, you were the one trying to fuck her, hanyou.” He said vehemently.

 

Naraku chucked darkly. “And…?” he taunted. “So do you…” he said softly, voice dripping with contempt. Suddenly, Naraku whirled around, grabbed me by the throat, and held me in front of him. I could see Sesshoumaru's body visibly tense.

 

My stiletto was still in my hand. My mind was racing with possibilities. The risk. He still held me by the throat. I would probably be dead soon. This was it. It was now or never.

 

“I can read your thoughts…I see how you think about her. You're no different from me,” he growled.

 

My eyes widened. I looked at Sesshoumaru. Our eyes locked.

 

Forget what he said, do it now.

 

A voice. Sesshoumaru's voice.

 

Do it.

 

With a swift movement, I drove the stiletto into Naraku's stomach and twisted. The grip on my neck tightened instantaneously. I felt the blood trickle from the punctures in my neck from his claws and saw a blur of white, then all I knew was black.

 

*~*

Sesshoumaru

*~*

 

I saw a gleam in the moonlight—a knife in her hand. She looked up at me, sending me a silent message. Her eyes were a flurry of emotions, a storm behind the blue, yet I understood what she was trying to say. A strange connection began to form between us; a connection I had not felt in a long time. Then I knew.

 

“I can read your thoughts…I see how you think about her. You're no different from me…” I heard Naraku say.

 

I shifted my eyes from Naraku to Kagome. I saw the surprise.

 

Forget what he said, do it now. I urged her. Do it.

 

I saw her drive her knife into Naraku's right side and twist. I was on him in an instant, but not before his claws began cutting into her neck. My keen ears heard the skin break and the rush of the blood as one of his claws punctured her jugular.

 

I grabbed the arm holding Kagome and broke it, reveling in the sound of the bones snapping in half. He let out a strangled cry and dropped her.

 

“You may have won this battle, Sesshoumaru, but you have not won the war.” He snarled.

 

I lunged for him again, but the purple miasma began to fill the alleyway, choking me with its toxicity. I knew I would be fine inhaling it for a short while, but Kagome wouldn't. I cursed under my breath knowing that I would have to continue the fight another time. The miasma began to disappear slowly, Naraku along with it.

 

I ran for Kagome and knelt by her side. I could hear the blood rushing through her veins as it poured out from the five punctures in her neck. She was paling rapidly, her breathing becoming thin and uneven. Her heart was starting to beat irregularly.

 

She wasn't going to make it—she had already lost too much blood.

 

A million different thoughts went through my mind; I had to act, and act fast.

 

I grabbed the stiletto on the floor and cleaned off quickly with my shirt before plunging the cold steel into my left wrist. The blood began to flow from the cut; slowly at first but quickly turning into a rush of red. I grabbed my wrist and pressed it to one of the cuts on her neck, feeling my blood mix with hers.

 

I closed my eyes and prayed that she would make the transformation. After a minute or two, I could feel my wound beginning to close, signaling to me that enough blood has gone to her system to take the desired effect.

 

I leaned back, rubbing my wrist, feeling weaker from the loss of so much blood. Now all I had to do was wait. Surely enough, the claw marks in her neck began to close up. I sighed with relief as I heard her breathing slowly become normal again, meaning that homeostasis has been obtained once more.

 

I got up and carried to my car.

 

`She's going to kill me when she wakes up.'

 

A/N: Wow that chapter was INTENSE…yeah I had fun writing it though. I hope you guys don't kill me. and if you haven't noticed, the story is no longer a remake of It's a Small World, now it's just…another story with the same beginning! Ok REVIEW please!! I love you all!