InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Darkness... ❯ Chapter 30 - Days of Change, Nights of Pain! ( Chapter 30 )

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You Darkness
by Vyncent


**This story contains violence, sexual content and rape! Some of the contents of this story are graphic. You are WARNED**

Disclaimer: I do now own Inuyasha, nor any of the associated characters. But it ain't because I don't want or wish to do so.



Chapter 30 - Days of Change, Nights of Pain!


The peace he had hoped for was ever elusive. The darkness that had swallowed his last conscious thought, brought no peace, nor rest from the pain. In fact, it brought more. Then suddenly, it stopped. Just like that it stopped. The male lay in a semi-conscious haze and noticed that the sun had risen. But not much else really made much of an impression.

He felt odd, but was not sure why, nor could he get enough energy to seem to care. His whole world was a haze that seemed to surround every sight, sound, and thought. He knew enough to recognize the old baba that had given him food and drink previously. Was that yesterday, last night, early this morning, last week? He didn't know, and before the thought of why could register, it drifted from his conscious mind.

She lifted him once more, and again brought a mug of warm liquid to his lips. Just as the previous one, the first sip of the vile tasting liquid filled him with a strange warmth, and he gulped the liquid eagerly until there was no more. Despite the taste, he could not seem to get enough, and groaned when the mug was pulled away empty.

There was a brief resprite when another bowl of soup was fed to him, and he almost choked in the effort to devour it. If he could have moved, he would have taken the bowl and tried to swallow the contents in one gulp, but as that was not possible, he had to settle for the old onna feeding him by hand one spoonful at a time.

"Good. Very good. What a fine young man," she cooed soothingly to him. "Soon you will feel much better. Old Okita will take good care of you. I promise. You will be amazed how much better you will feel soon."

In his hazy existance, he never saw the gleam of contempt in her eye. All he saw was a motherly type figure, and her behavior so reminded him of his own mother. She had cared for him, pampered him, gave him everything he had ever wanted. That is until she came. When his little sister was born, his whole world had changed, and he was left neglected while all of her attention was given to someone else.

But that was wrong. No one was supposed to have his mother's attention. No one. She had told him once as a small child that he was all she had. But then, his sister came, and she took his mother from him, and his father had helped it to all happen. He figured out how to fix the problem though. He fixed them good, he did. Now they were all in the basement, where none of them could ever leave him again.

Now here was this old onna trying to replace his dear mother. The mother who he had loved until her very last shuddering and pain filled breath. Oh, how pleasureable her convulsing body had been. He could still feel her tightly convulsing muscles as they clenched painfully around his aroused flesh, as he drove deep into her tight little ass until she bled.

He would show this onna, too. He would keep her, just like he had his mother and sister, and dozens of other onna besides. The thought of all that blood, the rippling muscles wrapped around his hardened member, the convulsing of any onna's body beneath his 'tender' ministrations eased his hazed mind just a bit. He took comfort in the thoughts of the pain he would make this Okita feel, as he took her. Took her repeatedly, and often. It mattered not that she was seemingly old. The body parts were the same, regardless of the rest of the figure.

The sun continued its trek across the sky, but was little noticed by the almost comatose male. He still lay where he had been left. Near the stream, a make shift leanto sheltering him from the glare of the midday sun. How much time passed, what life passed by, what went on in the world around him, never once registered on the mind of the being within.

Okita, sat off to the side, where she could keep watch over her charge. Watch over him, and keep track of the changes as the potion continued its work. To pass her time, she was working on a bit of cloth that had been given to her by the Youkai Lord. She had felt his pain, when he had arrived to her humble hut. She knew that it ran deep, too. He was strong, and the barriers of his mind were great. But she had seen a glimpse of his pain, and the most recent trials that had put his mind to the test.

The vision of the poor little Miko's experience was too horrible to consider. When she had seen the damage that this one male was the root cause of, the old witch eagerly offer her services without price.

No one should be allowed to commit such atrocities against any onna, let alone many and not pay for such crimes in kind. She looked over once more at the male lying in what she knew to be an almost comatose state. He would be aware that things were going on around him, probably could even think about many things, but he could not respond to anything, nor would he be able to retain coherent thought for very long.

That was as it should be. Before all was over, some simple words would again be chants, and a number of subduing words would be permanently linked to a small jewel that would be not just embedded into the male's skin, but fused to the bone underneath. It would reside upon his brow as a reminder of his punishment, so that every time he looked at his reflection, he would remember his crimes and understand the punishment that he had created for himself.

Truly, his nightmare was only just beginning and he would live it for the rest of his life. That brought a smile to the old witch's face. One that if the semi-conscious male had seen, would have made him cringe and want to die from the fright of it.

Day passed, the sun set, the moon rose and darkness once more settled itself upon the face of the world known as Sengoku Jidai. The male, who had once lay almost in peace, residing in a daze of existance during the sunlit hours, now thrashed about wildly, screaming in pain and torment. His body convulsed so violently as to almost break the restrains that had him pinned to the ground.

Blood ran from the gouges in his wrists and ankles, but he heeded not the pain of those injuries at all. No, because his every nerve seemed to be on fire, every fiber of his being burning like he was standing in the fires of hell itself. His muscles bunched and convulse uncontrollably and his screams tore out of his throat until he could not longer scream for the damage to the throat tissues themselves.

Still the pain tore through his body and continued to torment his every waking moment. But he was not allowed the luxury of unconsciousness. Clarity of thought, and presence of mind stayed firmly with him, despite the intensity of the pain.

When he could no longer be heard screaming, because his voice no longer worked, he face still contorted in soundless screams as the night progressed. He had enough awareness despite it all, to see the moving shadows in the darkness around him. Once or twice he caught a glimpse of who those shadows belonged to. They were back, the ookami, and their brethren. The youkai that he had seen in his nightmare. He could almost feel them, even through the pain, and knew that they were delighting in his misery.

The night continued, the moon lay to rest for another day, and the sun arose in all of its glory. At the first caress of its golden light, the pain ended as abruptly as it had begun. Almost immediately, the old baba was back at his side. She treated his wounded wrists and ankles, wrapping them well having applied healing herbs in a poltice to the wounds. She bathed him of his sweat and blood, and cleaned him of the wastes that had been rung from his body during the night.

Once again she gave him the mug of liquid, and the bowl of soup, both laced heavily with the herbs that made up the potion she combined with the tea, and nourishing broth she fed him. It was a very special combination that taste as bad as it smelled, but it did something to the body that made one want it almost like a drug. Once tasted they were almost driven to consume it to the last drop.

Once the first drop touched the lips, its effects were irreversible, and once the two days of potion and magic were completed, the changes were permanent. But this one had a couple of extra perks to it. Something special for the particular male. She could hardly wait to see how well they took effect and was quite eager to see how things came out in the next cycle of the sun and moon. Just one more day, and she would see her masterpiece come to life.

The daylight hours brought relief from the night's pain, but it brought no rest to the mind that was beginning to get used to the haziness of his world. It was so tightly focused now. Not like during the night when the clarity of thought threatened to drive him mad. Now the haze of thought replaced the previous clarity, and if it had not been for the haziness, it too would have driven him mad. But madness was the easy way out, and nothing about this whole thing was easy.

When would this nightmare end? When would he awaken and find that he was back in the basement of his home? When would the world as he knew it return instead of this nightmare from hell.

He was fed the tea and soup again, just before midday, again about midafternoon, and yet again just before the sun set. As the last rays of the dying sun gave room for the dark of night to once again show its face, bringing with it the glitter of stars and the beauty of the moon, the screams as if Hell's own fires consuming flesh, once more rent the air. They died down sooner this night, because the over stressed throat tissues could not handle the strain and gave out about an hour after darkness fell.

Shortly after that the Prince of the Ookami Youkai and the Lord of the Western Lands paid a visit to the old witch. For a while they sat and just watched the male, thrashing in his pain, lying bound to the ground. Neither showed the least amount of sympathy towards the pain ridden male. Neither had even a moment's remorse or compassion for him, nor did they care if his torture ever stopped.

"The potion's effects proceed well, my Lords," spoke the old baba. "It will be completed and permanent by the rise of the morning sun."

"Will this happen to him every night? This pain?" asked Kouga.

"Iie! However, where he is going after this, will more than make up for the matter." was her reply.

Kouga looked a bit confused, "Going?"

Sesshomaru chose to answer that question himself. "He will be taken the to Lord of the Southern Lands. His birthday is just happens to be coming up in a few days. It is customary for the Lords of the other Lands to present gifts to any whose day of birth is being celebrated. Lord Shinichi is a kinmouno shishi (golden lion) youkai, and well known for his....exotic....tastes."

"Ah!" came Kouga's reply. He thought on the matter for a moment, and looked over the male once more. He definitely approved Sesshomaru's choice. One thing he was learning about Inuyasha's older brother, was that the Youkai had a definite twisted way of looking at things. He also, agreed with his principle of 'making them live', when it came to meeting out punishment on those who deserved to pay for their crimes. Kouga decided that he would have to find some kind of 'gift' for Lord Shinichi, as well. After all, it would be worth the effort just to see the Southern Lord receive his 'gift' from the Western Lord.

"I believe that I know of something that would be of interest to the Southern Lord, if as you say, he has exotic tastes. In fact, it would probably make the presentation of your gift, Sesshomaru-sama, all the more...'effective'. I will return by dawn. I have a few plans to attend to," spoke Prince Kouga. He bowed to the Taiyoukai and melted into the night, off to take care of whatever he had in mind.

"I, too, have a few final preparations to attend to," spoke the Youkai Lord. "I shall be back at sunrise."

The old witch bowed to the Taiyoukai, and he too, left. Yes, this was truly going to be a masterpiece and her best ever work. It was more than worth the effort, and would put her in good standing with both the Prince and the Taiyoukai of the West. She was more than well paid for her services. Especially as it would bring justice to the pain that the little Miko was put through by this thing, thrashing in pain before her.

"Hai, your pain ends at dawn, young one. But the retribution for your crimes has only just begun," she said gleefully, her anticipation of the coming dawn showing in the gleam in her eyes.

Just as the previous morning, when the first rays of the sun reached the pain ridden male, his pain stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The old witch quickly lifted the form enough to feed him the tea and soup one last time. This time it was laced with an additional herb, this one serving to halt and bind the actions of the potion she had given him the last two days.

Once finished, she stripped the figure before her and carefully bathed him making sure to clean off all traces of blood, and filth. She brought out a special vile that held a simple fragrant oil and anointed the body before her with it. Shortly after she had finished bathing him, four ookami youkai came up to her.

"Baba, our Prince as asked us to aid you in your efforts this morning," said the bitch that approached her and bowed.

"Arigato, child," she said. "Your aid is welcome. He is cleaned up, but needs to be dressed. If you four will bring him from the stream here over by the hut, we should be able to get the new garments on. He will make quite the sight once dressed."

"Hai, baba," said a second ookami onna. "It will be quite an impressive sight. I have heard of your reputation baba, and I must say that I am most impressed with your work."

"Arigato, young one," spoke Okita. "It is nice to see my work agrees with you."

The four ookami onna, quickly carried the body back to the old witch's hut. In a short time, they had him clothed to Okita's satisfaction, and were sitting by the male and the old witch's hut awaiting Prince Kouga's arrival and that of the Youkai Lord. They didn't wait long.

A softly jingling sound could be heard, and soon coming along the path, previously followed by the male, a large palanquin appeared carried on the shoulders of four large strong, black kurohyou (panther) youkai. Each of the four were identical, both in appearance and in dress. Aside from simple loin clothes to cover their more personal parts, they were little else except some gold jewelry. Each sported bands of gold around their ankles, wrists, and upper arms, and each had a gold ring in one ear. From these bands, small ringlets of the same rich metal could be heard to be the source of the jingling carried on the morning breeze, as they moved. The Prince and the Western Lord were with them, and they all stopped when they reach the old baba and her charge.

"The potion has finished its work my Lords," bowed the old onna. "It is my best work, and I hope that it meets with your approval."

"I am more than satisfied with your efforts, old onna," spoke the Prince as he gazed in awe at the sight before him.

"Your efforts are most acceptable," spoke the ever stoic Youkai Lord. With that, he produced a small teardrop emerald from the sleeve of his haori and handed it to the old witch. She took it gingerly from the claws of the Taiyoukai, and approached the still unconscious form lying before them.

Chanting the one last spell that would seal all the magic and bind the stone to the male, she carefully placed it dead center of his forehead. There was a brief flash of golden light, and when she removed her hand, the stone was embedded into the skin. In fact, it was fused with the bone beneath. There was no power anywhere that could remove that stone, short of carving out the bone itself, which would also mean the death of the one who bore it.

"Will it affect his mind?" asked Kouga.

"Iie, young Prince," said Okita. "It only binds the subduing words to him, and ensures that he must obey them."

"Ahh!," he said with understanding. "Like the rosary that Inuyasha wears."

"Hai, similar, but much stronger and more permanent in the case of the stone." came the reply. "Plus more subduing words are linked to the stone, than could be linked to the rosary. It is a stronger more complex magic in this case. The magic itself is such that he will not be permitted the luxury of any insanity that he does not already have."

"We must be going if we are to arrive to Lord Shinichi's castle in the Southern Lands in three days time for his celebration. Your work is appreciated, onna," spoke the Western Lord. "I know of someone who has need of work of your caliber. I will see to it that your name reaches his ears."

"Arigato Sesshomaru-sama," she replied humbly. "I am grateful that you would remember an onna to one who could make use of skills such as mine. It has been an honour and a pleasure to work with you."

The four ookami youkai bitches carefully lifted and placed the unconscious figure into the palanquin, and all bowed and left. The old witch smiled, envisioning the events to come, and with a look of complete satisfaction returned to her hut and back to her normal ways.


Dictionary

Baba - Old Woman, Witch, Shit, Bullshit
Baka - Idiot
Chikushou - Damn
Daitoku - Priest
Fujo - Sorceress
Fukurou - Owl
Hanyou - Half Demon
Higurashi-daitoku - Roughly: Priest Higurashi...I have chosen to use this instead of a name, as no name is ever cited in either the anime or the manga. Kagome's grandfather, and name used by those not of the family.
Higurashi-nisou - Roughly: Priestess Higurashi...I have chosen to use this instead of a name, as no name is ever cited in either the anime or the manga. Kagome's mother, and name used by those not of the family.
Hinba - Mare
Houshi - Monk
Inu - Dog
Joshi - Women
Kinmouno shishi - Golden-haired Lion
Kitsune - Fox Demon
Kobura - Cobra
Koruto - Colt
Kuromiko - Dark Miko
Miko - Shrine Maiden
Neko - Cat
Nisou - Priestess
Ojii-san - Grandfather
Ojika - Stag
Okaa-san - Mother
Onna - Woman
Ookami - Wolf
Osuuma - Stallion
Oushi - Bull
Red Dragon - Ru-doragon
Sama - Lady or Lord - respectively
Seiyuuki - Monkey
Shika - Deer
Shikon no Kakera - Shikon Shards
Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls
Shishi - Lion
Taijiya - Demon Exterminator
Taiyoukai - Demon Lord
Youkai - Demon


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