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Captured and Trapped	By : StephanieG Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 43460 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hello everybody!

I know, it had been a long time but as you can see, I�m still alive! Lol
Hope that you will all enjoy this new chapter!
I thank again �FRIZZ� for her great work in beta-ing this story!
Well, all I have to do now is to wish at you all a happy new year and a great reading! lol

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Previously, in the chapter 11 :

�the scent of blood assaulted his sensible nostrils�HER blood�
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Chapter 12:

The strength of blood

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As soon as the scent of blood washed over him, the reaction of his beast was immediate, and it wasn't happy.

Sesshomaru looked through red eyes as two of the ugly things dragged the bloody unconscious form of the young Miko back into the cell.
The demon Lord closed his eyes and tried to will his baser instincts to calm down. He was trying to take back total control over himself as his beast was raging and pulling viciously at its chains while snarling angrily in the direction of the smelly yellowish reptilian youkai. If he wasn't restrained by those damn binding spells, those demons would have been no more. Even their mothers would have had difficulties to recognize their own sons after he had finished with them. Sesshoumaru could only agree with what his beast wanted to do to them. The Miko was theirs and no one had the right to touch her without their consent. If one day she had to be killed, it will be by Sesshoumaru's hand and no other, even if to be honest with himself, he had no real intentions of killing her.
Sesshoumaru breathed in deeply, trying to will his body to concentrate on anything but the sweet metallic scent of her blood that was clouding the atmosphere of the cell more and more as seconds passed.

His whole body was shaking from his rage as a deep and loud growl escaped his chest, making it vibrate violently.
Sesshoumaru rarely felt such anger taking grip of his being. On the contrary of what most people may think, the demon Lord had feelings. He was just better at hiding it, is all. But when it came to anger and rage, it was almost as difficult to contain in, in particular intense situations, as it was for any others youkai. The last time he had given into his anger willingly and foolishly, it was curiously the same day he had for the first time acknowledged the young miko's existence. It was in his father's tomb while he was trying to take the Tessaiga and his hanyou brother had cut off his arm with said blade. But even then, the anger hadn't been so over-powering as it was now. He hadn't had to fight it back that day as he was right now. Much of his powers were still out of reach so it would serve no purpose. He kept in mind the lessons of the past. But that didn't mean that it was an easy task.
Then, his ears twitched slightly and he mentally winced as the two ugly demons just dropped her unconscious form on the hard floor of the dark cell without a care of damaging her already beat up body further, making his beast howl with rage.
Their captors just ignored the demon Lord of the West completely and had started to speak at each others as if he wasn't even present. Their blatant disrespect to their better only angered Sesshoumaru more, who bared his fangs at them.
"It's too bad, don't you think, cousin?" Said one of the ugly youkai at the other.
"Yeah, I completely agree with you on that one." Answered the other, shaking his head as he was faking pity while looking down at what had been the out-spoken, happy young Miko that was part of InuYasha's rag-tag group.
"Uh-huh. She should have given in to our Lord and offered what he is seeking and everything would have been alright for her. Such a pity."
"Yeah, but she had to be stubborn and resist him. Such a foolish idea, indeed. As if she had another choice. Our Lord always obtains what he desires."
Smiling to each other evilly, they finally acknowledged Sesshoumaru presence and looked at his direction.

"In consequence, you are recuperating your partner of this cell for the moment, I'm afraid, Lord Sesshoumaru. And I'm really sorry for not being able to give her back to you in the same state that she was before. We are leaving her in your capable hands for a little more time." Said one of them, snickering, as he addressed the other being present in the cell, albeit mockingly.

Sesshoumaru glared at them, trying with all his might to not let his gaze slide down towards Kagome's body currently spread on the moist soil of the cave. He knew he would lose the little restraint he had right now if he was to do that right at the moment.
The two ugly things then laughed at his face, showing clearly how threatening a rendered defenseless DaiYoukai was for them. They then walked out, talking to themselves, ignoring the raging Lord of the Western Lands they were leaving behind.

When the door was closed and Sesshoumaru was still not freed after a minute, he started to pull viciously at his restraints but the spell keeping him pinned to the wall wouldn't bulge one a bit.
That's when he saw a little door of sorts in the door of the cell at human's eyes height, like a skylight appeared on the cellar's door. Sesshoumaru was surprised because he hadn't seen it was even there before it was opened.

As it was opened, a nauseous smell assaulted his already abused sensitive nostrils. His nose flicked in disgust. The DaiYoukai had to fight with himself to not show more evident proof of his discomfort about this new scent. But the demon Lord was curious as to what or who could have such an atrocious scent. Vaguely, he remembered to have smelt it before. However, it had been out in the open and not in a confined space like the cell he was currently in, with a bleeding Miko at his feet.
Sesshoumaru then saw the visage, cold and unfeeling face of a person looking inside.
The eyes of the person scanned coldly the cell and finally fell on the bloody mess that was the young Miko. Sesshoumaru noted in the back of his mind, for later possible use, that as soon as that other person appeared, Kagome had started to move around, still unconscious, but whimpering as if in pain. This wasn't very surprising in the DaiYoukai's opinion, at the strong scent of blood that was coming from her direction. But there seemed to be something else going on here. It was as if that person was, only by her presence� hurting the Miko. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at the new visitor.
He still hadn't looked down at Kagome, wanting to be calm as possible before taking a look at what he knew would anger his beast and him, in some way.
Sesshoumaru looked as an evil ghost of smile of satisfaction broke on the cold face as she spotted the young Miko's body on the floor. The DaiYoukai could feel the glee coming in waves from the intruder, obviously happy of the current state of Kagome.

The demon Lord couldn't prevent a threatening growl from rising inside his chest, gaining the attention of the watcher. Immediately, the face cooled down to its previous unfeeling state. With one last glance down towards the bleeding woman, she disappeared, the skylight closing abruptly.
As soon as it was closed, the moan of pain calmed considerably, even if not quiet completely but reduced all the same. Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow in inquiry. What was happening here?
Not a minute after, the door was thrown open once more. At that moment, one of their captors walked in, carrying a little tub filled with what seemed to be water and some clothes. He left it in the middle of the cell, at Kagome's side, and walked out without a word.
This time, a few seconds after that the door was closed, Sesshoumaru was finally freed of his wall. He fell back on his feet with a grace that only Sesshoumaru was able to perform. Finally giving in his curiosity, because it was only curiosity of course, he wasn't worried for the woman's well-being, really, �or at least, that was what he was telling himself.
He made his way closer to her still form. Sesshoumaru internally winced as his beast was snarling angrily at what he was finally seeing. The DaiYoukai had to admit that she was a bloody mess and he was surprised that she wasn't dead yet. Humans are fragile and weak creatures, after all.

He nudged her with the tip of his shoe covered foot. She answered with a groan of pain. No, she wasn't dead.

Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Sesshoumaru felt something pinch him in the inside at what she had suffered at the hand of their captors. From what he could see, it hadn't been pleasurable or even merciful. Most of Kagome's clothes were torn and ripped, leaving her barely covered, except for the blood covering her entire body. She had cuts all over her body. Some still had blood oozing out. She had been there for less than five minutes and she was already swimming in a pool of her own blood. She had been tortured, there was no doubt in the demon Lord's mind.
He then looked at what they had brought in after leaving her there, at their last 'visit'. It was a bassinet and some torn up clothes, obviously to be used as bandages. Sesshoumaru glanced at the still unconscious girl then back at the bassinet. He narrowed his eyes at the inanimate object. Surely, they aren't counting on this Sesshoumaru to take care of the girl, to tend to her injuries, are they? The demon Lord thought. Just the thought of the word 'care' and his name in the same sentence was ridiculous and was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He took an indignant air. He glanced back at the girl still on floor and who was, obviously unable to do it herself in her current state. They did. He thought with a sneer.

He fixed his stare on the still prone and whimpering form of the Miko as if ordering her to wake up and take care of her injuries herself only by the weight of his gaze.

His face was as impassible as always but his eyes were blazing in anger. They will pay, all of them and Naraku ten times more for the affront made at his person and then for what they have done to the Miko.

He didn't really care what happened to her but it was the principle. She was a member of his pack, in a twisted way and by harming her they are attacking him, and that, it was intolerable.
He nudged her again none too gently with his foot. She had to wake up and take care of her wounds or she would bleed to death soon.
After a moment, Kagome finally half-opened her eyes with a pitiful moan of pain, at which Sesshoumaru felt almost guilty to not have taken care of her injuries himself and let her sleep� almost.

When her eyes opened ever so slowly, bringing her back to the world she had tried to escape in her unconscious state, she was a little lost at what happened and where she was for a second, when the second after, everything came back and crashed on her. Kagome whined and whimpered like a wounded puppy, which was exactly what she looked like at the moment.
She had been tortured. Reality crashed on her when she realized exactly what happened to her. She had been tortured because she had refused to give herself to the devious hanyou.

As if answering to her distress, her powers burst to life. It was strange that now they were working when they wouldn't in the presence of Naraku or his ugly servants. However, she still could feel the weight of the collar around her neck so it hadn't been taken back. It was strange.
Her powers were really in a low level though. It wasn't surprising after having tried to rise to her help during all her ordeal at the hand of the cruel and devious hanyou, only to be absorbed and rendered inefficient by the collar still around her neck. From what she could remember, Naraku had so nicely explained that he had put a spell on the collar she was wearing, a spell from the old times that was used to contain the powers of 'deviant' mikos. Apparently, in the past, some mikos had been greedy for powers and before turning black, others holy persons would caught them and put a similar collar to hers on them to block out their powers. It was in the time of the grand wars, in what must have been the golden age of InuYasha's and Sesshoumaru's father, the grand general. Before Midoriko, who had been the most powerful miko known to have walked the earth, while keeping her soul pure. He explained too that he had modified the spell a little to suit his purpose but that it was still very similar in its operations. He had told her that as if it was a privilege for her to wear that collar!
Naraku had even the amiability to tell her that, even now in her powers-drained state, he still couldn't force himself on her. It was a divine protection so even if it kills her in the process, her purity would be preserved from the tainting touch of the youki. All in all, you could be tortured to death by a youkai but not raped! The ways of thinking of the Kami were really out of reach the common mortal�

Yes, the dark hanyou, like most villains, had been rather talkative during her torture-session.

She had the feeling that Naraku had taken a really pleasure in her pain. That's why she had tried to keep quiet at a maximum.
It hadn't been a great idea in the end. That had only angered the hanyou further and he had sliced deeper in her tender fragile flesh. That's when she had screamed. She had screamed until she couldn't do it anymore, her throat too painful to let out any other sound. But he hadn't stopped. He had continued to slice and punch her until everything went black.

Kagome tried to prevent a sob from escaping her, tears gathering already in her eyes. It had been horrible. Images of the event were floating in her mind and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. She shook her head to try to ride herself from the still too fresh, painful memories. It wasn't the time to grovel in self pity.
She looked around and then finally spotted the boots of someone standing just above her.
She yelped in fright and tried to get as far and rapidly away as it was possible only to fall back on the floor whimpering. All of her body was hurting, even in places she wasn't even aware of existing before.

She tried to sit up but as soon as she tried to push on her arms, the cuts that were just starting to close off in some place, popped opened in an incommensurable wave of pain. She tried to scream at her pain but her voice seemed to be trapped in her throat.

Blood was running down her legs and arms, creating a lake of blood where she was sitting up on. How many more blood was there in her veins? This was one of the stupid questions that were floating in her mind at the moment. How long before there is no more? Will she lose consciousness again? Was she going to die there?�

Kagome then shook her head anew for stopping the flow of morbid thoughts. She would prove to him that she was stronger than he believed. She wouldn't let him win and if she let herself fall in despair, it was like giving him his victory without a fight. No she will fight him and prove to everyone that she is strong.
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Sorry for the shorter chapter. Will try to do better next time! :)
Laters,
Sweetest angel
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