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You're Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 19962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Eleven:
Kagome laid her head down on her desk, her geometry book opened and used as a rather uncomfortable pillow.
It had been two days since she had stormed into Sesshoumaru’s house and given him, a rather deserved, piece of her mind. It had taken a long time for the anger to subside, her heart was still raw with it, and Kagome had spent the last two days catching up on her homework and job hunting(which was easier said than done). It seemed like no one was hiring right now, and her shoes were starting to acquire holes in the soles from the constant walking around.
Once the anger had subsided, which admittedly took a long time, utter exhaustion had taken its place. Kagome was simply too warn out, both physically and emotionally, to really think about the repercussions of her actions. Once the anger had faded though, a gruesome reality had stared her point blank in the face. She was screwed. Totally and completely. In an attempt to stop her worrying…she had furiously begun working on her homework, trying to catch up with the rest of her classes.
Two hours later found her slumped over her desk, her head pillowed in her arms as she rehashed the past few days. Anger was still alive in her heart at the thought of what Sesshoumaru had done to her. She groaned, rubbing at her aching temples, at the thought of having to go out and find another job. There weren’t that many places hiring right now, and although it would be easier for her to get a job waitressing now that she had experience, it would take time.
Time that she really didn’t have.
Rent was due the beginning of next week, as was the bill for Souta’s hospital stay. Her heart ached at the thought of her little brother, and not for the first time did she wish that she could do better by him. He was such a fighter, a good kid, with an indomitable spirit. But after the months upon months of failed treatments, Kagome could see the strain in his smile. His eyes simply didn’t light up as brightly as they used to.
She bit down gently on her lower lip. Her little brother was starting to give up. Her hands clenched into fists, and she slowly pushed herself upright to stare gloomily at the ceiling. She couldn’t imagine a life without her little brother in it. He was too young to have cancer. There was too much life left for him to live. He hadn’t gone to a school dance yet, hadn’t held hands with a girl he liked, or kissed. He hadn’t made it to high school yet, and got into trouble by staying out late with his friends.
There was so much left for him to experience, that Kagome’s heart felt tender and bruised with regret. Regret because it was a very real possibility that her little brother wouldn’t make it. That he would never get to experience the things she had. His first love, his first dance, his first car.
She was doing all that she could, and it just wasn’t enough. She was frustrated with her life, and rightfully so. And yet?
She groaned again, thunking her head against the geometry book she was using as a makeshift pillow.
Although it had felt great, delicious even, to tell Sesshoumaru just where he could shove his blackmail…a small part of her couldn’t help but regret it. He could use that information to ruin her life. With those pictures, he could single handedly make sure that she never got a job in this town again. He could show her principal, her teachers, her friends and her family. She swallowed hard on the sudden lump in her throat and closed her eyes against the thought of what her mother’s face would look like when she saw those pictures. She could already see the tears, the shame.
Kagome didn’t doubt for a second that Sesshoumaru would use his blackmail against her. He was, above all else, a ruthless business man. And although he did at times seem to genuinely care for her…
She had barged into his house.
She had slapped him across the face, pushed him, and then punched him square in the jaw. And although her lips quirked upwards into an unrepentant smirk at the thought, the thumb of her left hand tracing over the sore knuckles of her right, she couldn’t help but groan.
He was going to destroy her.
If she were smart, she’d hurry back to his house right now, get down on her knees and grovel for his forgiveness. She couldn’t afford pride right now, not when there was so much riding so heavy upon her shoulders.
She wouldn’t do it though.
At least not right now. Maybe not ever. Although the thought of what Sesshoumaru could do had her stomach tied in knots, the thought of getting down on her knees and begging for his forgiveness was…
Ugh.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like Sesshoumaru. She would be a liar if she said she couldn’t find one redeemable trait in the demon lord turned business man. He could be gentle, he could be kind. He liked to take care of her, to make sure she was eating well. And he always cuddled with her, stroked her hair and back, after their…sessions. She just wished that they had met under different circumstances. That their relationship had been…consensual.
The dynamic in the relationship would have certainly been different, that’s for sure. Although Kagome doubted Sesshoumaru would be any less of an egotistical, utterly dominating, control freak… she would have been there because she wanted to be, not because of blackmail.
There was no use wishing for things that could never be, she thought on a despondent sigh, twirling her pencil between her fingers. Hitting Sesshoumaru in that smugly arrogant face had felt…delicious. Wonderful. Amazing and freeing.
So why did her heart hurt so much?
She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to fight back the hot wash of tears that pricked at her eyes. She had been doing well for the past couple of days, determined to move forward with her life and make the best of a bad situation. But she was just so tired and lost. And lonely.
Today was Friday…and instead of getting ready to go spend time with Sesshoumaru…she was at home doing homework and worrying about what tomorrow would bring.
Kagome never realized how…almost therapeutic her time with Sesshoumaru was. She would be a liar if she said she enjoyed everything he did to her body, that some of it didn’t make her rip roaring mad... but when she was with him she never once worried about tomorrow. She never thought about her brother’s cancer, the bills that kept piling up, the new worry lines developing on her mother’s brow. She didn’t worry about her friend’s pointed questions, the pity and confusion in their eyes, nor did she worry about school and her slipping grades (well, not usually). When she was with Sesshoumaru the only thing she had to worry about was pleasing him.
She liked how he took control, how he took care of her even when she didn’t want him to. She even…liked some of the things he did to her. And now that was over. They were over. She would never see him again unless it was because he wanted to further ruin her life.
The floodgates opened as emotion wracked her body. Kagome buried her face in the crook of her arm to muffle her cries as hot tears leaked out the corners of her eyes. She bit back a sob, fighting back the feelings that were hollowing out her chest and making her ache and hurt. She was exhausted, she was scared, and she was lonely. No one understood her, or what she was going through. What her family was going through. Her mother would be so disappointed when she learned about Kagome stripping, her Grandfather would be so ashamed. She’d have to find a job somewhere that wouldn’t care that she had once taken her clothes off for money.
Sobs wracked her body, shook her slight frame, she couldn’t breathe around the ache in her chest. She hadn’t cried this hard in ages, and the release of emotion that had been plaguing her for days almost felt good. She sobbed hard, barely able to squeeze one breath in as she wheezed another out. She was going to hyper ventilate if she didn’t…
One second she had been bawling her eyes out, and the next she found herself on her knees in the bathroom, bent over the toilet as she dry heaved.
After what felt like an eternity, the sick feeling in her belly ebbed. With a hand shaking from fatigue, Kagome flushed the toilet and climbed to her feet with a groan. She went to the sink and immediately rinsed her mouth out with water, splashing more of the cold liquid on her hot cheeks and neck. She hadn’t gotten that upset since she was a child. Taking deep, calming, breaths Kagome forced her emotions back. Locked them up.
What was she doing? Sitting her crying like a little kid?
As if no one else in her family was suffering. She squared her shoulders and firmed her jaw, ignoring the quiver of her lower lip. She had to be strong. For her family. For her brother.
For…herself.
Because to admit to the emotion that was now locked away tight in the recesses of her mind was to admit that she yearned for the man who had so abused her. That she cared deeply for him and that…part of her loved him. Which was why she felt so betrayed, so belittled, so used…and just plain stupid. Never, in a million years, would Sesshoumaru ever feel the same way. To him, she was just a toy, a play thing to be trifled with. Her wants and needs didn’t matter. They never had.
And that was, perhaps, what hurt the most.
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Perhaps a lesser man would feel shame, remorse, or guilt for what had transpired in his home two days prior. But Sesshoumaru was by no means a man, he was a demon. A powerful demon, and one of the most powerful demons left alive today, no less.
He stalked across the beige carpet of his office, golden eyes narrowed and a perpetual snarl on his lips.
The Lord of the West was not ashamed…he was infuriated.
How dare she?
He had long ago given into the beast’s anger, the rage that boiled and bubbled up inside of him. A part of him had wanted to go tearing after her, throw his bitch over his shoulder and drag her kicking and screaming back into his house. The only thing that had stopped him was his iron control and a sense of propriety. That, and the fact that Sesshoumaru simply refused to chase after a human.
Admittedly, he had been shocked at first, startled at the admission that had spilled past those pouty lips he so enjoyed wrapped around his cock. Shock had given way, however, to outrage. Did she not understand what she was to him? After all this time? Did she not know to whom she belonged? How dare she think she could simply walk away from him, as if she had a choice in the matter.
No, the girl had strutted into his house furious as hell and verbally accosted him before flaring her miko powers at him. An angry smirk curled on his lips as he rubbed the still raw spot on his jaw where her small fist had connected with his face. To be honest, that show of defiance only made the beast inside of him crave her more. She was his, his to dominate, his to fuck, his to care for.
And she had lied to him.
If he were in a reasonable mood, Sesshoumaru would be able to admit that the girl hadn’t actually lied to him. What she had done, in his opinion, was worse. She had withheld the truth, worked harder and longer than she had to. No, Sesshoumaru couldn’t cure the boy, her younger brother who had cancer, but he had the money to make life easier for her family. He had the means to give the boy the best doctors in the country, hell, the world. And what had his bitch done? Had she gone to her alpha and asked for help? For aid?
No. She had turned her back on him, kept her head down, and kept plodding stubbornly forward. Did she not realize how much of an insult that was?
Long claws bit bloody furrows into his palms as an animalistic snarl left his lips. He had to get a reign on his emotions. It was embarrassing, to be so infuriated by nothing more than a slip of a girl. A girl with the sweetest scent, softest hair, and most beautiful smile that he had ever seen.
A low growl rumbled out of his throat. He refused to be like his father. Refused to admit what his beast was so badly trying to tell him.
The girl was his. His to fuck, his to tame, his to dominate. Her problems were his problems, her pain his pain. Why had she not shared with him such pertinent information? Why had she kept that from him? What…must she think of him? He had been mentally wracking his brain for days, going back and forth between sullen and infuriated.
What was worse was that it was becoming increasingly difficult for the stoic demon to remain calm and collected while at work. He had already cancelled meetings for the past two days, refusing to let anyone see him in such a state. Jaken, his secretary and general underling, was the only one who was privy to the demon lord’s ire. The small, impish, man scurried about the office with hunched shoulders and wide bulging eyes as he tried to stay out of Sesshoumaru’s way.
Speaking of the irritating little man…
“Jaken.”
With his demonic hearing, Jaken was soon hovering in the doorway of Sesshoumaru’s office, wringing his hands nervously before him.
“Y-yes, milord?”
“Is it done?”
“Oh yes, milord! Both of them have been paid in full. Is there anything else you need, sir?”
The toady wheedled, his reed thin voice cracking with nerves.
Sesshoumaru didn’t answer him, instead the demon lord walked behind his desk and settled behind it. One long leg slung over the other as he leaned back in the fine leather chair.
“You are dismissed, Jaken.” The demon lord spoke after a couple minutes of the smaller man hovering awkwardly in the doorway.
“Yes, milord.” He bobbed his head before scurrying out the door and closing it softly behind him.
A slow smirk pulled at the corner of Sesshoumaru’s lips.
It would be interesting to see how long it took for his bitch to come storming into his office. When that happened? His golden eyes glittered dangerously.
He had every intention of bending the girl over his desk and having his way with her.
AN:
This chapter is short, and late for a variety of reasons. I’m so sorry about the delay, but for whatever reason I just can’t seem to shake this cold! I turn into the world’s biggest baby when I’m sick XP That, and I’m in process of trying to find a house (urrgh- headache city). And the toddler has been keeping me on my toes, not to mention the baby in my belly that likes to do jumping jacks when I’m trying to sleep
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What did we think of Sesshoumaru’s reaction this chapter? I felt that this would be the most realistic for his character thus far. He’s not the type to apologize… but we’ll see. I think Kagome is going to have more of a backbone from here on out. Which will, uh, make for some interesting situations ;)
ANYWAY! A thousand thank yous for all of the wonderful reviews. I had no idea that many people read my stories! I woke up the next morning and thought for sure there was a computer glitch or something. Nope, you guys are all just that awesome!
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