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In a Blue Moon	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Thirteen

Free Moon

My struggles all proved ineffectual – the fact that I was held immobile and helpless and he refused to remove his tentacles from my body and therefore I could not heal… and therefore I was bleeding to death as he carried me… certainly contributed.

And now he has dropped me in that same room again. I land in an undignified heap and roll immediately to my feet, scrambling away from him. He stands in the doorway, looking down at me with a smirk.

“Let me go,” I growl at him. I can feel my body healing.

“Dear Sessho-maru, do you really think I’m going to do that? Do you really think I can? Why would I capture you only to let you go?”

I growl again and look around me, searching for a way out. “Naraku! Let me go! I must return to Inuyasha!”

He looks disgusted. “You pathetic bitch… he mated you, didn’t he? This is just sad…”

Fine, he won’t let me go – I turn to inspect the rest of the room. I cannot see an escape… I shall make my own. He cannot keep me from Inuyasha! I need to go to him!

My hair swings out behind me as I turn abruptly and sink my claws into the wall at the back of the room, beside the bed. My venom begins immediately to eat at it, slowly dissolving it outward from my hand. It is also seeping through the pores of the stone, and weakening it for me…

I pull my hand out and draw it back to punch the wall out, now that it is weakened and I know for certain that I can. I may have been able to before, of course…

My wrist is grabbed and I look in surprise to find Naraku holding it. Is he still here? He must let me go! I must return to Inuyasha!

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, I try to dislodge my hand, but he holds me tighter and yanks me toward him, making me stumble. “Hm, pet? Are you trying to escape?”

“Stop it! Do not call me that – I am not yours. I am Inuyasha’s!” I struggle against him, but it is ineffective, and he throws me down in that pile of pillows on the floor. I immediately turn to get away, but he grabs my hair and yanks me down to the ground, grabbing my wrist again to pin me. His face hovers above mine, all burning eyes and dark hair and darker smirk.

“This room is specifically designed to damp your powers, Sessho-maru. In a half an hour, you’ll be no stronger than a human, and even more pathetic, because you could be so much more…”

I struggle against him, trying to throw him off of me. I must get back. “No! You cannot keep me here! I need to get to him! Let me go!”

That vague look of disgust, tinged with humor, crosses his face again. “I think you need to forget about that hanyou for a little while, pet. He’s obviously clouding your mind. You can’t even understand what I’m saying but for how it applies to him.”

I struggle and manage to free my hand, grabbing his throat and tossing him away from me. “I have to go!” I scramble to my feet and toward the door. Now! I shall get back to Inuyasha! I hope He will forgive me for leaving…

Naraku grabs my hair suddenly and yanks me backward, grabbing it again near my scalp and pulling my head back to expose my throat, twisting my arm behind me. He can kill me now… he can kill me and I will never get back to Inuyasha…

“You’re being a very bad pet,” he says quietly.

I am immobile, but I look up at him. “Let me go…”

He smirks. I do not like that smirk. “No. That puppy doesn’t deserve such a magnificent pet. You’re mine now…”

No! My struggles redouble, in disgust. “No! No, I am Inuyasha’s! You cannot claim me now!”

He throws me to the floor again and is instantly on top of me, holding me down again. Something wraps around my wrist – I barely see a thick tentacle holding me down. I was so easily slicing through these before…

I struggle again – he is removing my clothes! Another tentacle wraps around my throat, but I do not care. “No – do not do this to me!” He is a monster!

The one around my throat squeezes to silence me. “Sh, pet,” he says absently. “If it hurts it’s your own fault…”

My father’s philosophy, in so many words…

No! I am tired of people using me, hurting me, and making it my fault! Because I am too young, too weak, too naïve… My father, Naraku, even Inuyasha, have all done it, but this is not my fault! I will not let him blame me for this…

But the revelation is at best ill-timed, at worst utterly useless. Because I truly am too weak to get away from him…

I feel a thick pressure for a fraction of a second before he forces his way into my body. I choke back a cry, but the pain is so intense… I am mated, does he not understand this? I can get nothing from this but pain. Much more pain than I would otherwise… it is my punishment for being unfaithful to my mate…

“Oh, come on, pet,” he says, stroking my face. Pain rips through me again, and I close my eyes against a whine. It is only pain, I can deal with that… “Don’t you want to tell me how it feels?”

I cannot reply without shaming myself, without voicing my pain, so I clench my teeth against it and say nothing, still trying to break free of my bonds and escape him. My struggles seem to excite him, but I need to get away… I need to get back to Inuyasha…

He puts a hand on my cheek, and only laughs when I try to shake him off. Disgusting, foul, vile, he is contaminating me… I no longer deserve Inuyasha’s attention…

“What’s wrong, pet?” More pain as he thrusts his foul self into me once again. “Still thinking about that mutt? I’m disappointed in you. You obviously can’t appreciate a good thing when it happens.”

A choked cry of pain is finally ripped from my throat, and I try once again to get him off of me. He only laughs and forces a kiss on me as I struggle, causing me yet more pain… finally, at excruciating last, his loathsome seed burns its way into me, and he smirks at me. I can barely see him, the pain is too deep, but at long last it is over.

He takes his time pulling out of me and releasing me from his tentacles. I slide away from him, across the softness of the pillows that layer the floor. He only laughs yet again. My predicament is funny, apparently. He takes great joy in my pain. I despise him.

“I know you’re still thinking of the puppy,” he says with a smirk. “But don’t worry. I have all the time in the world. I’ll make you forget him yet.”

Useless words; he cannot undo the mating. Even if he was telling the truth about his ability to remove the marks before, he cannot possibly do so now. I am Inuyasha’s, and I shall always be Inuyasha’s. All he can possibly mean to me is Pain.

He only laughs at my pain and leaves once again. I hear the door lock behind him.

Inuyasha cannot possibly want me anymore…

I have been tainted. I have been used… I have submitted to another. I know it was not my choice, but that does not matter; I was too weak to fend off my attacker, and for that I have been punished by being forced to endure his attentions. Every day, he comes to me, he forces himself on me, makes me endure more punishment.

I have betrayed my mate. The honorable thing to do would be to kill myself…

But I cannot. What if, for some reason, Inuyasha still wishes me alive? Even if it is only so that he can punish me himself. If there is a chance that what I do may displease him, I cannot do it… so I must live. If he no longer wants me, he may just leave me here, and I will survive with that as my fate. If he comes for me, I will survive with however he sees fit to punish me.

I just want to see him again. I will understand if he hates me too much to allow me even that.

Blinding pain overwhelms me as I once more feel my body invaded by the foul Naraku. It is only tentacles, but it may be even worse… He sits back, watching me. Watching my pain. Now that he knows he cannot trick and manipulate me into choosing to be his, he is more than content to just watch me suffer…

One of his foul digits rubs teasingly against my pleasure spot; a sound of pure agony is ripped from me. As overwhelming as the pleasure would be, the pain is more so… He is smirking. The cruel bastard is sitting there, smirking at my pain…

I want him dead. I want him dead so very badly.

But Inuyasha may not want me to kill him… He may want to do it himself. Or he may want me to stay here…

I only realize when the smell of his release reaches me that he was sitting there… smirking… pleasuring himself to my pain. He will rape not only my body but my pride…

He deserves to die. I cannot bear his continued existence any longer…

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” I close my eyes; I cannot bear to look at his smug face any longer. He seems displeased with that, though, and grabs my chin, making me look at him.

“Well? Answer your master, dog.”

Calling me a dog is not an insult, it is a fact; I am a dog. He makes that sound like a bad thing, though… why? Because his true form is humanoid? Does he think that makes me lower than him?

Hardly.

I have, perhaps, not realized my full potential yet, but I am a Taiyoukai… I am as far above this worm as he above a true canine. I am dishonoring my father’s memory by allowing myself to be so weak… dishonoring my mate…

“Well?” he demands. I can see that I am getting on his nerves with my silence; he should probably be used to it by now…

I do not answer him. He narrows his eyes at me in annoyance and wraps his hand around my throat instead. He must not be thinking clearly. How can I answer if I cannot breathe?

For the first time in a very long time, however, I am thinking clearly. I know that Inuyasha, though he may prefer to strike the killing blow himself, would rejoice at Naraku’s end, no matter at whose hand it comes. I know that Inuyasha will not be displeased with me for submitting to Naraku, when I had no choice. I know that he will not be displeased with me for being taken, as I saved not only his life but his miko’s as well.

I know that I honestly care very little for Inuyasha’s emotions.

Now is not the time for idle thoughts, but I have a few realizations to acknowledge when it is.

He removes his tentacles from me and from sight, the better to punish his disobedient dog. He lifts me to my knees by my throat… then looks into my face and stops.

I imagine he sees his death there.

I wrench my head to the side; I hear it clearly as his arm snaps. If I had my full strength, it would be missing, but no time to regret what he has done to me now. I allowed him to do it to me, and I will work with what I have left.

I know his body is already healing, even as he makes an angry exclamation that I do not listen to. I must work fast now. No distractions.

Speed is my specialty.

I doubt he sees it as I move, unless he is perhaps more talented than I imagine. His tentacles are filling the room, darting after me and striking where I was a second ago or trying to block my path, or to trap me here. The door is surrounded. He thinks I mean to escape his clutches, then… No. Hardly, Naraku. I mean to kill you.

I doubt I can face him one-on-one in a battle and win, at this point. I have lost the greater part of my powers in this room, and he, as I understand, has perhaps three-fourths of the jewel which my brother and his friends seek – pathetic weakling that he is, to need such things. His natural strength would be no contest for me, even in this state.

I am still very much the faster, though, and there is nothing he can do to stop me getting close to him. I imagine it seems very much as though I simply appear before him. From his face, it seems there is a long moment before he feels the pain. In that moment, it seems every tentacle of his in the room has suddenly removed itself from walls and air, and has speared me through my back. The scent of my blood… is nearly as strong as the scent of his. The pain is intense.

I will heal, however.

I can see the very moment when he realizes that he is in agony. It is as though his face crumples in on itself, his attention focused inward. It is interesting to study how different people notice and deal with pain. I have seen many men scream and writhe. As satisfying as it may be to picture Naraku in a similar position, I imagine he will do neither. No… No, he will attempt to fight through it. Affect not to notice that I have a hold on his spine.

“So, Sessho-maru… a poetic end where you sacrifice your life to destroy your mate’s greatest foe?” Yes, even now he smirks.

“Hardly.”

“Yes, you’re right. I hope you don’t honestly think I can be killed this easily – especially by some mangy dog. Your sacrifice was for naught.”

The distraction of his words is ineffectual; I can hear the movement as more tentacles come to the surface – more than likely, now, to kill me. Were he not so overconfident, I might be dead by now – had he not aimed merely to wound me and ‘put me back in my place’ with his first attack after I impaled him with my hand, he would surely have killed me, though he would have met the same fate. I would be healing already, if he had yet removed the first set.

I know they are coming for me; I do not look. Instead I watch his face as I tighten my grip and pull his spine out through the hole I have made in his stomach. The results are interesting. A brief flash of pain and surprise on his face, but his head is pulled downward, crushing his neck as the support of his head is pulled downward. Then the spine and spinal cord snap and his head falls bonelessly backward. I push on his chest and watch his body collapse, his tentacles slithering to the floor.

I do not imagine that he may actually die this easily. There is probably some way for him to return, be it through a puppet or because this body will somehow return. I shall do my best to preclude it being the latter; I step on his blank face and crush his head, dropping his bloody spine back onto his body.

I sit in the bed and close my eyes, waiting while my body heals the damage he did. It is extensive… but not lethal. While I heal enough to clean myself, I have time to think…

My father, Inuyasha, Naraku – they are not the only ones to do me a disservice. I have done myself the greatest disservice of all in allowing myself to be treated this way. I have forsaken any lesson in strength and honor my father taught me and allowed myself to be humiliated and dominated. I have until now been an unworthy heir.

But…. Having come to this conclusion… I can right my wrongs. My outlook on life must change fundamentally. I am not weak. I am not controlled. I am not only as good as I can be of use to another. My father taught me those lessons as well, but they were wrong.

My father… I cared for and respected my father, and I savored the attention he paid me, but I realize he treated me only marginally better than Naraku. My father treated me as a pet and perhaps a concubine, but rarely as a son, nor an heir – as though he always knew he would have Inuyasha to take that position. I suppose he did not mean to die to ensure Inuyasha’s birth. I shall prove him wrong. I will inherit his powers and I will be a worthy heir.

I have also come to realize I have little reason to hate Inuyasha, but it seems unlikely I love him in any way. I was ashamed that he defeated me, and I transferred that shame into another, unsuited emotion. I very nearly made a grave mistake.

I have returned to my senses.

I stand and kneel beside Naraku’s body, slicing open his chest, pulling free the chunk of purple crystal that resides where his heart should be, a near-perfect globe. I feel the surge of power that tries to fill me, to entice me to keep the foul thing, but I battle it down and banish it from me. The glow of the stone dims, unhappy that I defeated it. I do not want this power.

I fetch my clothes from the bed and carry them from the room, in search of a bath. It would not do to return to my “mate” in such a state.
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