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Red Strings of Fate	By : northstar Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 11810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Character]

~* Chapter 10 *~

[Sesshoumaru]
I jerked up at the sound of my name, but there was no one
around. The forest remained quiet, too quiet, as it always did at my passing.
Efficiently I ran through the information that all of my
senses provided me, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Still, my hackles raised. The stark
terror and latent suffering in that voice set me on edge.
A gentle, questing thought shot over my conscious like a
falling star, and before I could grasp the significance of it, raw pain and
primal fear swept through me. My body came alive with a million fresh bruises,
a thousand tiny complaints of abuse.
Along my rib cage, my bones seemed to crack and crumble in
the middle, breaking with a quiet thack, thack. Like a second consciousness, I could feel the blood
trickling down the inner side of my skin. I could feel it welling up just
beneath my temple. My lip splitting was like a sharp blade drawn across in a
slow, deliberate manner, and the blood lazily pooled over my tongue, slipping
out of the corner of my mouth. My left eye began to swell shut, and my right
one felt like it was burning. Across my arms and legs, purple flowers of
internal bleeding sprouted suddenly, covering me like a spring bouquet.
The muscles of my neck quivered with the dull and steady ache
of whiplash. The feel of fingers, rough and cruel, latched onto my hips, uneven
nails digging into the sensitive skin above the buttocks.
But none of this compared to the rippling sensation
starting just behind my cock, almost between my balls. It started like a touch,
delicate in its first violation, exciting nerve endings that no male had ever
received signals from before. Then there was a probing, a
none too gentle assessment that roused my fear, and stroked my anger.
The feeling receded, but that did not still the unholy writhing of my gut.
Fear, as I had never known, and a helplessness that I could not understand,
burrowed into my heart. My entire soul became weighed down by the heavy
anticipation of the inevitable. Someone else's frantic pants echoed loudly in
my ear.
Then I felt the thrust, not from the initiation, but from
the reception. I felt tissue stretch and tear, felt my insides struggle to
accommodate the sudden ramming. The first stroke was the worst, the loss of
innocence a spiritual and emotional rape as well as a physical one. After that,
I felt my body adapting, and I hated myself for it. Repeatedly my tormentor
drove into me, trying to shatter my very core. I couldn't let that happen,
couldn't let him take that away from me. So I let go, retreated to a place I
hadn't known existed. And shut myself off from the pain, from the fear and
helplessness. Shut myself off from my body.
Like a seizure, Rin's
consciousness let me go, and I was left floating right behind her eyes. I
blinked, and they blinked. I focused my gaze, and a man's face came into view.
It was Lord Tergan.
The cold wash of shock ended abruptly, and the first
tendrils of beautiful darkness spiraled up from my sub consciousness.
I looked up through Rin�s eyes at
him, and something in Rin�s expression must have
betrayed my presence, for he paused and looked at me in fear.
�D-demon-� he stuttered unbelievingly.
I made Rin�s mouth curl in a
hideous smile of malice. I narrowed her eyes so that my intent to kill was
plain. I wanted there to be no doubt left in my prey�s mind that he was a dead
man.
�Die,� I hissed with Rin�s voice.
Reaching up, I managed to encircle his throat with her small hands. I pressed
until his face turned purple, refusing to let go as he beat Rin�s
face and arms. I held on until his eyes flashed white with fear, but of the two
of us, he was the stronger. At last he managed to wrench free. With murder
bright in his eyes, he dealt Rin�s jaw a vicious
blow, blanking out my control over her.
I hovered over the still lake that was Rin�s
thoughts. Watching through her eyes, I was reduced to being an observer. Of Rin there was no sign. The pain continued on in the
background, and I realized what had happened.
Rin had invoked my name using the
fang, plunging us both into a hellish inferno that had welded our souls
together, ripping the bond wide open.
Originally, the gift of the fang was meant to bind the demon
into service, to submit the youkai to a human
master's unvoiced will. Over the centuries, all humans with the ability to bind
demons had been eradicated. Now all it did was open a temporary empathic
connection, so that the demon could sense and respond to the need of the gift's
owner.
Rin, by using it as her body was
wracked by terrible pain, had formed a permanent link between us.
Which meant that what she was feeling, I
was feeling.
My claws embedded themselves into the heel of my palm, but I
didn't notice amidst all the pain. It was getting hazy, and I could tell the
bond was weakening. Like water I poured back into the vessel that was my body.
And that vessel was filled with a cold, dark fury.
A terrible urgency had me flying to Rin�s
side, my need to find her keeping my killing rage at bay. I wasted no time with
Aun, or with any of the leisurely ways of travel.
Turning myself into a ball of energy, I sped towards Lord Toushi�s
lands.
As I streaked across the sky, Rin�s
pain buffeted at my control, its signal clearer than any SOS and more accurate
than any honing beacon. Like a silent omen of death I flashed out of the sky,
scattering Rin�s tormentors. Without fanfare I sliced
the stocky man in two and beheaded the burly man with my glowing green whip.
They fell at my feet, dead, and I felt nothing. No remorse, guilt, or
satisfaction. But then, they were merely subordinates.
It was for Tergan that my beast
howled, for Tergan that my inner demon reared its
ugly head. Only his death would satisfy me. Only after he suffered horribly
could I find peace. I watched him race clumsily through the underbrush,
yearning after his retreating form with a single mindedness only another wild
predator could understand.
But I let him go, winning control over my instincts at last.
Turning, I strode past Jaken�s corpse without so much as an eye flutter. He had failed me, so I left him
where he had fallen.
I looked down at the beaten and broken body of my Rin. If I had thought humans frail and weak before, now
more so than ever I cursed them for it. I knelt down beside her, pulling the
tattered remains of her kimono over her bare torso and legs. Through no fault
of her own, Rin had been born human. How she lived
with such fallibleness was beyond me. Pausing, I stilled my own breathing and
heart, listening to the faint echo of hers as her lungs expanded and
compressed. She was strong, my Rin, to have lived
through such a thing. No matter what, I had to believe in that bright tenacity
that was her strength. I had to believe that she was coming back, that she was
stubborn enough to keep living.
I lifted her wrist and gently extracted the embedded fang. It�s color had turned from a pale ivory to an ebon midnight. When held against the light, it glowed
faintly red, from where it had absorbed Rin�s blood.
I fingered it, debating as to whether I should secret it away now, or let it
remain with Rin. Finally I left it around her neck.
It was hers after all.
With some awkwardness I cradled her against me, thankful
that she was unconscious and unaware of the pain. Ever so gently I floated us
to the nearest spring. Finding a large, shallow pool, I laid Rin on the mossy bank. Stripping to all but my pants, I
meticulously peeled the remnants of Rin�s kimono from
her body. Under the influence of my venom, the offending garment melted away
into so many strips of thread. Tearing a piece of cloth from the sash that had
bound the kimono, I sponged the blood off of Rin�s
face. It took a long time, but I got most of the fresh blood off of her body,
paying the most attention to cleaning away the blood and semen between her
legs.
No thoughts of lust or admiration for her body clouded my
intentions. Between my barely controlled rage and the mellowing burden of guilt
and worry, there was no room for my male senses to indulge themselves.
At last I subsided, unsatisfied with the results. Again I
wished for my other arm, cursing my limited usefulness. There was nothing else
to do but return to Kisika with Rin.
Tenderly I wrapped her in my shirt. Picking her up, with her
head pillowed against my dog pelt, I lifted us both into the air.
Aun joined us shortly, pacing
along side me and snorting worriedly at the scent of Rin�s
blood.
Kisika rushed out to greet us,
answering Aun�s bellow. As I landed, she peeked over
my arm, her eyes fastening on Rin�s face. A look of
horrified shock crossed her face and her hand came up to cover her mouth. A
thousand questions flashed in her eyes, including the ones as to why I was
covered with Rin�s blood, and what I was doing with
the girl in my embrace.
Hisai�s arrival stemmed the flow
of words threatening to escape from Kisika. The maid
took one look at Rin and motioned me to follow, her
movements brisk and purposeful. The grimness in the moth demon�s face startled
me, for darkness of her look surpassed my own. Then we were in Rin�s rooms, and more pressing matters wiped that strange
thought from my mind. I laid Rin on the bed as
instructed, looking to Hisai for guidance.
Kisika, who trailed in behind us,
immediately rolled up her sleeves and started shouting orders. Hisai was already probing Rin�s
ribcage, calling for pain relievers and ointment.
I blended into the shadows in the corner, watching with
piercing eyes as my cousin and the moth youkai worked
smoothly together to doctor Rin. I watched them bathe
her, wrap her ribcage, set her broken nose, and tend to a million other minor
injuries. At last the endless stream of servants dwindled to
an infrequent trickle.
Hisai washed the last of the blood
from her hands, noticing me for the first time where I had retreated. Locking
eyes with me, she motioned towards the door.
�I will have no blood or weapons in a sick room,� she
commanded respectfully, her tone more compelling than my arguments.
We challenged each other with our eyes, but in the end her
will won out, and I left with a curt nod.
Washed and dressed in borrowed robes, I returned to Rin�s room a short time later. Hisai
was there, absently knitting a blanket as she watched over Rin�s
still form. She looked up, but did not challenge my right to be there. She
lifted an eyebrow at Tenseiga�s presence at my side
and I glared back, but she did not question my actions. Cautiously I crept to
the other side of the bed, gazing down on Rin�s slack
face. The sound of her hesitant breathing made my heart jump to my throat,
lodging there.
�Will she be alright?� I asked at last, loathing the silence
that made her labored exhales extra loud.
Hisai�s busy hands dropped to her
lap. �If she makes it through the night, then she should be ok. We don�t know
how much internal bleeding is taking place. It may be that the liquid in her
lungs will eventually suffocate her.�
I nodded, saying nothing. Finding no other chairs in the
room, I settled onto a solid chest, sitting cross legged and resting my back
against the wall. With a small clank I set Tenseiga
beside me and began my vigil.
*Death will not take Rin from me,*
I vowed.
I sat through the night, watching Rin�s
prone figure, watching each breath she took. My mind should have been occupied
with many thoughts during that long night, but I found it curiously blank. I
was completely focused on the tasks at hand with no room for stray
distractions.
At last the sun dawned bright and cold, washing the room in
pale gray-yellow light. Beside the bed, Hisai sat and
knitted, never having twitched during the night. For my part, I blinked at the
sudden light Kisika let in by opening the windows. I
felt fine, but the emotional burdens of guilt and worry were beginning to take
their toll on even my resilient body.
I stood, stretched, and belted on the sword. Hisai put aside her blanket and strode over to the bed. As
one, Kisika, Hisai, and I
all gathered around this small human child that meant so much to us. Silent as
only full blooded youkai could be, we listened to her
clear, even breaths and felt a wave of relief.
A brilliant smile appeared on Kisika�s
face, and a tired echo flashed across Hisai�s. They
both turned to me.
�She�s going to make it,� Hisai
told me with absolute confidence.
Kisika nodded in agreement.
�Good,� I purred, my rage rising. It had waited faithfully
all night by Rin�s side. Now it wanted the blood I
had promised it.
My eyes flashed red, catching Kisika
by surprise. My fangs lengthened as I gradually lost my battle to remain in
humanoid form. There was worry in Kisika�s eyes, but
only dead acceptance and joyful knowing in Hisai�s. A
flash of understanding passed between me and the maid, and I wondered if she
was merely a youkai, or something more.
Kisika looked from me to the bed.
�But Rin-� she started.
�He still lives,� I said, unwilling to give any more
explanation than that.
I spared Rin one last glance. *Don�t die, little one,* I thought to her, swamped by a
tender emotion I wasn�t ready to name.
Then I stepped out into the sunlight. I quit fighting the
transformation, allowing the fur to ripple along my spine, down the backs of my
thighs and along my outer arm to my wrists. My jaw lengthened, filling with
razor sharp teeth. My tail grew, full, bushy, and graceful.
I stood on the balcony, my wild eyes meeting Kisika�s for a moment. Raising my muzzle, I sounded the
Hunt, knowing that all the canines within my lands would come to my call.
�Take care of her,� I growled.
Letting the awful joy of the Hunt fill me, I took to the
air, intent on finding my prey.
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