InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Whispers Behind Rice Paper Walls ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: A night in hell

 

She was going nuts, she decided, as one of her elegant hands was pressed against her forehead in a gesture of weariness.

 

He had explained everything to her. How she was to meddle with the courtesans, pick up every useful bit of information, and report back to him every now and then, as discreetly as possible.

 

That didn't tell her WHY she was supposed to live surrounded by those pompous-looking and heavily-powdered female youkais in any way.

 

After he had 'invited' her in his mother's home, he had left Rin in the care of one of his servants, and had demanded she followed him into his personal office. Once the door closed, he had 'asked' for her cooperation, in a very Sesshoumaru-like fashion, with a death threat and a glare.

 

Well, she was still alive and physically unscathed, so it could have been compared to a civil conversation, from the Lord's standards.

 

She sighed. At least her companions were safe, and so were their children. Nonetheless, she was not a fool, and could not believe it to be a fluke that the village was attacked when she and Kaede had been the only ones left to protect it.

 

She supposed Sesshoumaru had met the same conclusions, but surely he knew something more. Something that had made him abduct his soon-to-be sister-in-law and take her in as a courtesan, a concubine to be more precise.

 

Unsurprisingly, she was the only human in this part of the fortress. Rin was probably in one of the other rooms in her father figure's personal wing, under close guard.

 

So, there she was, pampered like a porcelain doll, in so many silken layers that she had feared she would disappear in her luxurious kimono, kneeling in one corner of a crowded room full of her natural enemies.

 

By Kamis above, she couldn't begin to fathom the reasoning of that blasted old dog. What made him think they would speak of anything with her within hearing distance? Or was it that, being human, they thought she was dumb, deaf, and blind?

 

That was probably it. She was too human to be noticed, and as a concubine of the Lord, her status still protected her... In theory, that is.

 

That being said, she couldn't stop the cold shivers that ran down her spine at the murderous looks that were shot in her direction from time to time. The tension was palpable, and she was surprised she hadn't snapped at any of them yet. Her patience surprised even her own self.

 

Not too soon, in her humble opinion, she was dismissed, a young servant guiding her stiffly through the maze of corridors and sumptuous gardens towards her chambers. Kneeling and sliding the shoji aside, she gestured at Kagome to enter what seemed to be her private apartments, closing the rice-paper door after her, the soft noise of her socked feet padding on the wooden floor signalling her departure.

 

Sliding gratefully, but not without mild contortions and teeth-clenched cursing, out of her constricting garments, she donned a more sturdy looking yukata and slid the door opened, only enough so that she could have a peek into the empty courtyard. She knew where the bath house was, it had been the first thing she had spotted when entering the compound, and so she carefully walked through the corridor towards her final and much awaited goal.

 

When she heard the first light giggles, she nearly faltered, her once joyful gait slowing immensely. But then, an iron grip squeezed her right biceps, and she was dragged none too gently towards the wooden screen surrounding the baths.

 

A slender golden haired inu female was smirking snidely at her as she nearly lifted her off her feet. The young miko was sure she would have a bruise the next morning, but that was not something she was concerned with for the moment.

 

What was worrying her were the muffled sounds of protest she could hear from the inside of the structure. It sounded male, very angry, and slightly frightened.

 

“Now, girl. Now that you are one of us, you have to come and look at our games. You're coming with me whether you like it or not, so just be silent and enjoy.” The bitch snickered evilly, her fangs glittering menacingly into the night as she murmured into Kagome's ears.

 

The young miko shuddered with dread as a second cry erupted behind the walls of the bath house. A feminine wail of anguish this time. And then she was led into the roofless space between the screens.

 

One could have been elated at the natural beauty of the hot spring, mist gently rising from the mineral waters, fireflies swirling in it and casting their eerie green light on the tiny water droplets suspended in the very atmosphere around them.

 

Nevertheless, Kagome felt anything but awe at the scenery unravelling in front of her.

 

Half a dozen naked females surrounded three pitiful humans, a couple of adolescents and a child, all of them equally bare to the eye.

 

The little girl, probably around six years old, was crying silently, her battered nude body streaked by numerous angry red bloodied lines, most likely drawn by the claws of the bitch holding her like a rag doll. Her dark eyes were opened, but glazed over by pain, both physical and psychological.

 

The whimpering young woman, barely adult, was looking at the male with wide frightened eyes, as two of their captor caressed her body, leaving cuts and bruises in their wake. Their fingers pinched her caramel nipples, making her draw a startled breath of mixed hurt and surprise. They were lavishing her skin with their tongue, hovering above her lithe frame with hungry looks marring their otherworldly features. The young woman was laid unceremoniously on the dirt floor and, without any warning, a clawed finger entered her, making a shriek escape her pursed lips.

 

With a hiss of disapproval, another cut was made on the tender flesh of the child. The little girl made no sound as another rivulet of blood sloped lazily down her chest, melted with her silent tears.

 

And then, Kagome understood... And nearly retched. The girl was probably related to them in some way. And so, the youkais must have threatened to hurt the child if one of them was to make a sound during... this... wretched... whatever this was.

 

Kagome never expected it to become so much worse, but it did anyway. Nevertheless, the miko, far from the weak human they had assumed she would be, straightened her back and opened her eyes wide, taking every event unrolling in front of her with clenched teeth and rage building behind her closed expression. She never wavered, the blinding fury in her soul helping her to witness all of it without so much of a wince or a blink.

 

No one would ever know how much she resembled their Lord in this very instant, her clever mind scheming to bring them to their untimely demises.

 

There were two now violating the young woman with their clawed fingers, making her core bleed from within as the sharpened appendages thrust into her forcefully. How she managed to keep quiet was a wonder in itself.

 

The young man was pushed towards her, his engorged staff bobbing in front of him. He could have been proud of his endowment, if he was not very conscious of the pain his partner was going to experience when he would penetrate her.

 

“Fuck that bitch hard!” a green haired female seethed into his ear, squeezing his sack almost playfully with her right hand, grazing his sensitive skin with her claws. “If you don't put all your verve in it, pitiful human, I will behead your little sister myself and then I will rip those balls of you and make you eat them.”

 

The man grunted as she let him go, and he knelt above the body of the woman, her brown eyes boring into his pleadingly as her legs and arms were restrained by strong grips.

 

He shook his head slightly, his gaze shifting down to her breasts as he kneaded the soft mounds of flesh between his callused fingers.

 

Positioning the tip of his manhood in front of her bleeding core, he pushed forward with a hiss at her tightness and began to pump into her with a steady rhythm, flesh slapping against flesh, crimson life fluids coating him to the hilt.

 

Her lips bled as she bit in them to stifle her cries and whimpers as he raped her, thrusting and sliding out again and again with a determined look on his face.

 

Kagome noticed with barely concealed disgust that the surrounding youkais that were not occupied with the couple were shamelessly making out, tongues licking at pebbled nipples and suckling at one's nether regions as another one pleasured them in turn, digits slick with sexual fluids flicking sensitive nubs and then sliding into inviting depths. Moans and groans of rapture erupted fanged mouths as they all pleasured themselves while the man violated his nearly unconscious partner, over and over, under the watchful eyes of the inu female holding the child. The woman's body was now disarticulated, her mind thankfully blank, her eyes unseeing.

 

She would probably never recover from the experience, her sanity shattered like crystal.

 

And as hours ticked away in the bath house, the silent witness, previously known as the Shikon Miko, made an oath.

 

They would pay dearly. All of them. She would make sure of it.

 

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