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Strange Love	By : Nelsonbannaba Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Jaken/any female Views: 4996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rin hung her head dejectedly as the three companions and Ah-Un trudged down the forest path towards the human village. Rather, Jaken and Rin trudged and scuffled their feet and Sesshoumaru made his way as gracefully and confidently as ever, as was befitting of his station as a lord. Rin knew that they were nearing their destination by the way that Jaken wrinkled his nose in a disapproving gesture as he caught wind of the encampment. She also knew that Sesshoumaru would have scented the village much sooner; however his face was now as unreadable as she had ever known it to be. He simply marched forward perfunctorily, looking to Rin as if he could very well be sleep-walking. Considering the fact that she never did see her master sleep, this might very well be possible. She would have to ask Jaken about it later.

But there will be no more� later�; I will never see Jaken or my Lord again once we arrive in the village.

This reminder brought the sting of tears to her eyes once again.

No, I refuse to shed more tears now. There will be ample time to cry when they are gone.

If her master�s words were true, and she had no reason to doubt them, these were to be her last moments with her family. Rin had been thinking of them as family ever since they had accepted her into their wandering little group, which consisted of Sesshoumaru-sama, Jaken and Ah-un. She assumed that they also felt similarly although Jaken, especially, had seemed to fight this for a year or so. It had taken quite some time for a seemingly useless human child to inspire that protective, nurturing instinct which had been buried somewhere deep inside of the toad-ish youkai. Yet finally, even young Rin had worked her way into his strange little heart and he, in turn, became much enamored of the girl, taking pleasure in instructing her in her lessons, as well as their near constant verbal sparring.

Perhaps it was this very sparring which had caused something more to spark between the two of them. It had encouraged a rivalry of sorts for their master�s affection, rather like a sibling rivalry.

Rin blanched at that thought. As if the details of my and Jaken�s affair were not troublesome enough already, I have to begin comparing him to a brother.

Her thoughts turned to Sesshoumaru. He had accepted her from the beginning, it seemed, if you could call it that. A more accurate description would be that he took responsibility for her as soon as she began to follow him. He clothed her, protected her, and occasionally engaged her in polite conversation. Rin suspected that he did the later in order to periodically confirm that her education-level and manners were as they should be. Thus, he had taken a personal interest in her well-being and her instruction, albeit in his own detached fashion. On the whole, however, he had conducted himself impeccably as her guardian.

She could never be absolutely sure, but above all of this she believed that he cared for her.

However, this could very well be a product of her vivid imagination.

Still, why would he have reacted in this way, as abhorrent as the resulting separation might be, if he did not care for her? Her dalliance with Jaken had obviously inspired a strong enough reaction, nay, a strong enough feeling, that he would resort to drastic measures to separate himself from thus. He cared enough to be angry, and seemingly hurt and highly jealous of the fact that his trusted companions were committing these acts behind his back.

She realized that this could very well be the reason behind Sesshoumaru�s looking especially stoic on this day. He was attempting to conceal his sudden influx of emotion. Still, if this was the only way to garner proof of his affection, she would rather that she was left in the dark.

They continued towards the village in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, except presumably Ah Un, who was pleasantly oblivious.

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Rin lay across a worn futon, staring up at the ceiling with tears streaming down her cheeks. She was already sniffling uncontrollably from her constant weeping. Her kimono, if you could call the rags in which she was forced to clothe herself by such a pleasantry, was tossed unceremoniously on the floor at the end of the bed. The village headwoman had taken possession of her finely made kimonos which she had brought with her, all gifts from Sesshoumaru-sama. Normally, she would have protested, threatening the headwoman with harsh rebuttals from her (former) protectors. But now she cared little, having retreated into her own little world. Rin attempted to ignore the villagers� unfair treatment and hurtful words. She had been somewhat successful in this endeavor until just a few days ago.

You see, it was difficult to ignore a drunken, naked man who was lying directly to your left with his right hand draped across your stomach. Ignoring this man was made substantially more difficult by the fact that this man was now your husband. Apparently she was to be made a useful part of the village by becoming a bride to the village drunk.

There is someone for everyone, after all, the village headwoman had whispered, cackling, into her ear the night of her wedding.

Rin�s new husband mumbled something intelligible in his sleep. She edged another inch away from him, not desiring even the slightest contact with the man beside her. She turned to her side and curled herself into a ball with her arms wrapped around her knees. The position might be somewhat comforting if it were not for the fact that it exposed the sticky wetness coating her inner thighs to the night�s chill.

She should get up off the futon and wash off. She really should. But she cared little for such minor discomforts at the moment. She did not feel at all like moving from this spot. What would be the point really? Her life was already ruined. She was ruined. After the first night, she had not spurned his advances. What was the use? He was her husband and had every right to take her as often as he wished.

It was disgusting, his taste, his reek, his pawing hands, the slick feel of his bare sweating chest against her.

He fumbled around in the darkness, jerking the outer layer of her dress off her shoulder and splaying his wet tongue against her neck. She fought the urge to retch.

She had thrilled at the touch of Jaken�s long, inhuman tongue and yet she was repulsed by the spongy feel of this all too human tongue. Logically, this did not make sense. Yet she found that imagining Jaken�s ugliness in place of this man�s putrid advances gave her some relief from the nausea and disgust that continued to rise as he continued to peel her clothing off, tossing it hither and thither onto the dirty floor. Imagining Jaken in his place worked like a charm, actually, until he began to speak.

�Did yer pretty white youkai touch you like this,� he slurred drunkenly, taking another swig from the glass positioned precariously on the edge of a stool. �I�ll bet he never did THIS.� The man, her husband, bent down and pressed his thick tongue, cold from the alcohol, between the folds of her sex. Rin swooned in reaction, but not from pleasure. She wanted to disappear into the floor below. She wanted to separate herself from her body. She would give anything in the world not to have to be aware of what he was doing to her, THIS DISGUSTING HUMAN MALE!

Rin weakly pushed herself up. Perhaps it would make her better to clean the filth off of her after all. She finally stood, swaying a little. She glanced down at the man at her feet. Filth, she thought once again. After this experience I shall never again feel ashamed of my tryst with Jaken. Sex with the imp was passionate, beautiful; all this is made especially clear when I compare it to this repulsive act.

A plan was slowly forming in her mind as Rin absentmindedly washed the insides of her thighs again and again. It was not until daylight that she quitted these ministrations. Even so, she felt unclean still.

She also did not realize that someone had been watching her from the trees the entire time.

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Jaken had been lurking about the village, monitoring the goings-on there, for several days. Humans and their annoying, ignorant babbling. If I have to hear any more superstitious nonsense about tea leaves or the human female�s menstrual flow affecting the crop harvest one more time, I will kill myself. Jaken grunted to himself in frustration and shifted in his hiding place. He was stiff and sore from immobility, but he could not move much during the daylight hours for fear of discovery.

Even given all of these minor irritations, there was no where that he would rather be. He worried for his Rin. His master apparently worried for his Rin as well, which is precisely why he was there.

He need not have worried. Rin was treated rather well, considering the barbarity of the human race and except for the fact that she was now clothed in rags. So far there had been not spitting or stoning, of which Jaken was much surprised. It must be out of fear of reprisal from Sesshoumaru-sama, Jaken surmised, knowing all too well that the only thing that villagers despised more than a youkai was a human who had willingly fraternized with youkai.

To his surprise, the humans seemed to accept Rin, even to the point of arranging a husband for her from among the single village males, which consisted of two elderly humans and a young drunk. Jaken had not expected something of this sort to happen so soon. Rin must be thrilled, he thought, not a little jealously.

On her wedding night, Jaken stealthily approached the outer wall of the room in which Rin and her new human �husband�, the very word sent shivers of disgust through the imp, had since retired for the evening. He was thankful that all that seemed to be transpiring within the hut was heavy drinking. It reeked of alcohol. Rin�s new husband exited the hut twice, presumably in search of more drink. Jaken was pleased to find that Rin was as of yet, untouched. Still, he could not expect the human male to ignore his lovely new bride on his wedding night. Jaken knew that the human would take her soon.

He waited, listening.

The more he thought about the human with Rin, the angrier the imp became. Jaken�s fists clenched and were shaking noticeably. His breathing was erratic and he felt the urge to yell out some sort of battle cry and burst in upon the newly married couple.

When had he become so angry, so jealous, so possessive of his Rin? This scarcely suppressed rage surprised him. Despite their history together, she was a human and was now married to a human male. What claim did he have on the girl? Was it that he had given Rin her first sexual experience, that he had deflowered her? At this point, Jaken noted that the human male had exited the hut once again, and his shoulders relaxed, pleased that the man�s stink was no longer in close proximity to Rin. His thoughts turned to sex once again, but this time, he was imagining himself with the girl.

The image of Rin beneath him, moaning in pleasure as he strained against her pelvis in order to penetrate her more deeply than ever flashed through his mind. At this, the imp a shivered in pleasure and a secretive smile crept over his face. I would have liked to have tried that with Rin, that is, if he could ever coerce her to willingly lay with him again. He felt he had been lucky so far in that regard.

Yes it had been all worth it for the imp. Never in his many years of serving his lord would he have imagined himself saying such a thing. Sesshoumaru-sama had not even spared him a glance since the inu-youkai had discovered his and Rin�s dirty little secret. Pre-Rin, Jaken would have quailed at the very thought of displeasing his master, fearing either abandonment or a swift deathblow. But after many years serving the dog lord, he had learned that Sesshoumaru would eventually seek to resume his modus operandi. His Lord desired routine and thrived on the domestic routine which he, and later Rin, had provided through the years.

And then there was Rin. Though his time with Rin had been short by comparison, however Jaken had also learned much of the workings of the heart through studying her, and ultimately through caring for her himself.

The first major revelation that Jaken gained from Rin�s presence was the fact that, despite his stoic demeanor, Sesshoumaru-sama was not as cold as he would like those around him to believe. This might come as a shock to any that knew the dog lord, and it had taken quite some time for this new aspect of his master�s personality to grow on the imp. Part of the lure of Sesshoumaru-sama had been that he seemed a complete and utter void of emotional influence. He appeared pure and untouched by the rest of the world. His very influence was calming. This equaniminous influence had enabled the imp to follow his master into some downright terrifying situations, even to the point of passing into the netherworld world close at his side.

Thus it was that after over a century of serving his lord, Jaken learned an unsettling truth � Sesshoumaru-sama did feel. He hid his feelings well, he did, but actions do speak louder than words. Specifically, his actions towards Rin. His master took care of the little girl, doting on her, in his own detached fashion, through lessons, fine clothing, and, most importantly, an unwillingness to separate from her. The inuyoukai would go to great lengths to stay near to the girl or to avoid leaving her. Jaken knew that this meant that beneath that icy exterior, Sesshoumaru-sama cared. And by applying the same logical deduction to himself, Jaken realized that Sesshoumaru must care for him as well. Jaken had made countless stupid, stupid mistakes in his service to his retainer�losing Rin, the inability to carry out plans and orders in accordance to Sesshoumaru�s will and so on. Yet, he had not been slain or beaten senseless (often). He had even slept with Rin and his master had spared his life. It was unthinkable, but only if you did not know the inuyoukai as Jaken did. Jaken loved him all the more for it.

And thus, Jaken knew that his master would eventually deign to stop ignoring him and would forgive his overstepping of his limits.

Jaken had been lost in his thoughts for quite some time when he realized that there was a struggle going on inside the hut beside which he hid. He leaned in, trying to determine the source, a little fearful of what he might learn.

�Was wrong with you, wench,� the man was slurring badly, �you won�t sit in yer husband�s lap, you won�t kiss me?� His voice was rising in anger now, causing Jaken to cringe, not in fear for himself, but for Rin. Jaken could hear more commotion, and concluded that the man was now staggering about the room, �You are mine now, you here. I�ll screw you till that youkai-filth is out of your mind for good.� He heard a loud slap and someone tumbled to the floor, presumably Rin.

There were further sounds of scuffling and he heard the man speaking once again, this time in a hissing whisper, �I can take you on this hard floor right now, or you can move willingly over to that futon, bitch.� This was followed by the sound of cloth being ripped and a low whimper. Panicked by the sounds, the imp rushed around the building to find an opening through which to clarify what was happening. Was his Rin about to be raped by her stinking human husband?

Jaken wanted to rush in, to grab Rin, burn the ugly human to ashes and escape with her into the woods. He loathed the fact that this man had any such right to touch Rin, and especially that he might hurt her. He desired, with all his heart, to help her.

But he did not.

Jaken was under strict orders not to interfere, no matter what. He would not, could not, directly disobey the will of his master. He had to keep reminding himself that his master had chosen this fate for his ward, as he had every right to do, and that Rin�s new husband had every right to use her body as he saw fit.

But it filled his mind with rage nonetheless. He could feel his youki rising, a natural reaction as it was feeding off of his building anger and hatred towards the human. His battle of wills was only making things worse.

Due to the influence of his expanding youki, baser emotions began to stir in the darker corners of his mind. Lust for blood. Lust for sex.

The more he tried to repress his violent urges, encouraged by the sounds of struggle in the background, the more overpowering his youki became. Soon, his mind was clouded with sadistic yearnings, overriding his normally civilized demeanor.

I would tear him limb from limb, eating his eyes and splattering his blood.

Only I should be able to commit such acts against Rin. Only I should own her. Only I should force her.

These thoughts were followed by lustful imaginings of Rin and himself. His rising youki was gaining the upper hand now, leaving his darker nature free reign to utilize his imagination.

He was a youkai, after all. It was his very nature to enjoy violence and the pain of others, though he normally suppressed this part of himself.

Jaken felt a tightness in his pants as his erection grew. The little voice in his head continued its lusty diatribe. I should be the one in there now, the one shoving my human bitch to the ground to grovel before me. This stiff erection of mine would be in her mouth as I forced her lips against it. How many times has she avoided my advances? I would not allow her to do so ever again. I would take her, slam myself deep into her and she would scream, oh yes, she would scream out in pain. I would punish her for her audacity. I would take her over and over until she knew exactly who her true master was. Soon she would begin screaming my name and begging and pleading for more.

Without conscious thought, Jaken had removed his throbbing erection from his pants and was stroking himself with desperate abandon. A battle raged inside Jaken�s lust-clouded mind. He was very close to losing control and attacking the human male but he was beyond caring. He peeked through one of the window slits with newly found bravado. Rin was completely nude underneath the grunting, sweating human. The man then pulled out his erect member and readied it at her entrance. She lay there limply, eyes closed as if unconscious, but Jaken knew by her rapid breaths and fear-drenched scent that she was awake and aware.

Despite himself, the submissiveness of Rin�s pose beneath the human caused the imp�s erection to harder even further. He growled a low, deep growl and gripped his erection more fiercely, thoughts of Rin submitting to his own attentions bringing him close to spilling his seed onto the ground below.

She should be mine! A voice raged inside his head. His anger boiled inside and Jaken was no longer aware of himself. He bent over in a low crouch, his hunched stance looking positively ominous, his claws extended and a mad look to his now red-tinted eyes. He growled again and, in a flash, was at the door of the hut.

The human slammed himself into her and a moment later Jaken was on him, ripping him off of Rin and slamming him back against the adjacent wall in an uncharacteristic show of strength. The man slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Jaken stood there, breathing heavily with his sharp teeth bared and hands balled up into tight fists.

He glanced down at the prone girl, and his shoulders slumped. He seemed to diminish.

Jaken bent down, his raging youki now dispersing as quickly as it had overtaken him. He cupped Rin�s face in his hand gingerly, carefully tilting it towards him. Her eyes were closed now. She must have swooned directly before the human took her. For that, Jaken was glad. Stroking her face gently now, he wanted to take Rin with him very badly. Despite his previous dark violent thoughts due to his rise in youki, he loved Rin. In his normal state of mind, his only thought was to care for her. He would never hurt his Rin.

His eyes were sad as he left the hut. But at least that animal is off of her, my beautiful Rin. I require time to think this through. We will see what tomorrow brings, at least.

And with that, he left her, as it were, unaware of his intervention or his tender ministrations.

Rin�s new husband woke with a pounding head, wondering why he was sleeping by the far wall of the hut. Grunting and groaning at his sore muscles, he vowed to give up the drink then and there. And that he did, for several hours.

AN: I'll be editing this later. But I just got restless and want to post. Thanks for the reviews, you sick fucks!

SilverWyvern: That's right, I'm a Jaken-minded Genius!

Greaterbeast_Xellas: I'm glad its back up too. I know that you wanted to kick Sessh's ass after the last chappie. You need to get a Sessh plushie so the two can battle it out. And thanks for being you and loving Jaken.

Nokomarie: Aw, you read my story. I should have known that you were just that sick.

Alvida: That's right, he was saving himself for Jaken and expected the same from the imp! You seem to know the workings of the youkai mind well.

Nokomarie (AGAIN!): Yes, that's correct. I'm ahead of my time and will only be appreciated by future grandchildren.

Mely: You're sick, that's great. Join us.

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