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Suffering and Rebirth	By : scattered-dimensions Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 8853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The band of deviants before Sesshomaru collectively laughed at his display pushing his anger to an unbelievable level. His eyes narrowed on the guffawing leader, the man’s yellowed teeth flashing as he held his stomach. Sesshomaru sprinted forward, annoyed that his legs would not move faster, but his mind stayed focused solely on his first target. His fist collided with the man’s face sending tremors up Sesshomaru’s arm from the impact and the man sprawling on the ground. He was no longer laughing.
A brawny man from the left rushed him, but his size slowed him down enough for Sesshomaru to sidestep the folded length of heavy chains that had been swung at his head. The metal clattered together going lax in the midst of the missed impact. Sesshomaru dropped into a crouch and swept the man’s legs out from under him, but before he could right himself for the next attack there was a swift, hard punch to his ribs catching him off-guard and knocking him winded.
“Kill him!” The leader yelled wiping blood from his nose and the others joined in the foray.
Sesshomaru grabbed the meaty fist of the man on the ground before him and bent it back until he heard it snap. The man bellowed in pain. His keen eyes assessed the threats inching closer to him. Two had dropped back; slowing their progression after their largest companion began his shouts of agony. Three more advanced non-plussed by the spectacle including the righted ring leader.
They had all brandished a weapon, but to Sesshomaru these objects were of little consequence. They may have the mind to produce such items, but it didn’t mean that they knew how to use them. Sesshomaru stood to his full height and brushed his silver mane over his shoulder tauntingly. He heard an irritated growl before a man who resembled a small rodent ran out from behind the leader.
He swung the metal bar at Sesshomaru’s unprotected ribs, but he blocked the attack with his forearm. It hurt like hell, but his focus remained on the perspiring man trying to overpower him. Mortal or not, Sesshomaru wasn’t about to let a puny human best him. He had centuries of training after all. He smiled exposing his fangs and the rattish man gulped. It took him mere seconds to lift the fool by the front of his filthy shirt and raise him into the air, his speed and strength still disappointing.
The others started towards him again, gaining speed. The man in his grasp, empowered by his companions’ daring advance, lifted the metal bar and made to swing it, but Sesshomaru caught it in his other hand. He jerked it away and allowed it to clatter to the ground. The man shook. If Sesshomaru had his proper senses he would have been able to smell this man’s fear, but considering the rankness rolling off the fool it was for the best that his nose wasn’t as keen. This was bad enough.
He waited until they reached him before tossing the coward into the group. He was caught by the leader who oddly didn’t hold a weapon. It was in Sesshomaru’s experience that others only followed the strongest, as insignificant as the example was in this case. He had no time to ponder it further.
Sesshomaru dropped back again as a rather large and foreign shaped dagger sliced through the air near his abdomen. His retreat was hindered by the big man he’d left holding his wrist on the ground. He tried to spin, but was too slow. The man grasped a hold of his hair in his good fist while the one with the knife remained where he was, his thumb running over the blade with a morbid fascination.
The rattish man was smiling now and another with sallow cheeks appeared. The two of them tried to grab his arms, but he pivoted his leg bringing it up high enough to connect with the walking rodent’s head bashing him unconscious. He ignored the sharp pain in his knee.
It was a short lived victory. The one with sallow cheeks drew back a fist covered in metal and slammed it into his gut. Sesshomaru would have doubled over had he not been held by the roots of his hair.
“Not smiling now, are ya, freak?” The leader mocked from his observatory position.
He was too far for Sesshomaru to reach with his legs and stood there with his arms crossed with a smug grin on his face. The sickly man delivered another punch to the inu’s ribs that reverberated through his insides causing him to automatically heave for air, but the assault didn’t stop.
He drew back to hit him again. Sesshomaru grabbed his wrist feeling his head being pulled back roughly exposing throat. He felt the cold caress of a blade on the tender underside of his neck and halted immediately. The leader was laughing again.
Sesshomaru ran down several different scenarios in his mind, but none were adequate for this particular situation. He would wind up with his throat slit and would bleed out before help arrived, if it arrived at all. He was mortal now and never before had he loathed something so much.
If he was still the Taiyoukai he once was, he would have melted every last one of them into steaming, grotesque pile of fleshy goo and continued toward the trees beyond the play area without a second thought, but this was not the reality of the situation.
He tested the large man’s hold on him, but the light prick of the blade at his neck caused him to stop. He could feel the warm, slick contrast of his own blood sliding down his flesh in the chilly night air. The blade wielder tsked and shook his head as if admonishing a child. Sesshomaru had to remind himself that he would be dead before he could rip the man’s throat out.
“I would be very still if I were you.” He said with heavy embellishment causing all of them to chuckle.
“Haru, grab his arm. I got unfinished business with this one.” The sickly man ordered to another that had stayed completely away from the fight.
Sesshomaru watched as the one called Haru stepped forward, his eyes darting from Sesshomaru’s face to his clothing then back again.
“Man, I don’t know. Make Weasel do it. This dude’s pretty weird.” The wary man pleaded.
“Weasel’s laid the fuck out over there. Get your ass up here or you’ll be next, Haru.” He warned waving the metal laced fist in front of his face for emphasis.
Sesshomaru watched as Haru stepped up to his side, his throat bobbed exaggeratedly as he swallowed and he wrapped his arms around Sesshomaru’s. The youkai mentally cringed at the contact. Surely his clothing would stink for years after this.
“Alright, Marco, you get the other one. So help either of you if he clocks me one.” The sickly man said maneuvering to stand in front of Sesshomaru blocking his view of the leader.
The blade was removed from his throat and another set of arms wrapped themselves around his free limb. He tested the strength of his two captors finding himself able to only move a small fraction, but it would be enough.
How ridiculous it was to have to actually use strategy against these simpletons. The man with the metal fist smiled devilishly revealing a jagged row of nasty teeth and cracked his knuckles.
He drew back and landed a swift punch to Sesshomaru’s gut, but he had expected it and used his abdominal muscles to absorb the blow. It hurt, yes, but not as much as they were going to when he got free. Another hit connected with his sternum and he felt the air rush from his lungs, but he remained upright of his own volition and not by the hold of the behemoth at his back. His eyes narrowed on the fist being pulled back for another strike and waited.
The arm shot forward and Sesshomaru lifted his leg with grace clamping his knee around the man’s wrist. He contorted his leg in a way that made the sickly man hiss then jerked his bent leg backwards sending the fool to the ground, his hand immobilized. Haru gasped and his hold weakened. Sesshomaru took advantage.
He jerked his left arm up and sent an elbow crashing into the man’s gut causing him to double over and cough spastically. Marco tightened his grip and went towards his belt for the knife, while the man captured by Sesshomaru’s leg began to struggle. Sesshomaru acted quickly. He brought his left hand up and clamped it around Marco’s throat, his claws digging into the gritty flesh. The man stilled, but his hold on Sesshomaru’s arm never slackened. Good.
He used Marco as leverage and dropped a boot on the arm that was held immobile. The man with the metal fist screamed in pain as his bones snapped. Sesshomaru released him allowing him to scamper away with tears in his eyes and an utterly useless arm. Marco’s eyes flew wide and jerked his own arms away. Sesshomaru’s hand restricted, his claws sinking deeper into the blade wielder’s flesh causing blood to seep freely from the puncture wounds.

Kagome had surveyed every single stretch of street and sidewalk along her trek towards the park. A thought dawned on her during her mad dash down the steps of the Shrine that Sesshomaru would no doubt head towards something familiar to him. The only thing that fit that description on this part of town was the park where there was a swatch of trees. Sesshomaru seemed to travel on foot through the forests often during his hunt for Naraku and they had passed the venue on their way home from the hospital.
He’d had enough directional sense to make it to the subway, but with all of the twists and turns they had taken to get home from the hospital, the park was a bit of a stretch. It wasn’t a place she would go during any time of night. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what kind of people lurked in the deep shadowy recesses, but it was her only real lead. She certainly hoped he hadn’t taken off wondering about without a destination because scouring every nook and cranny of the city would be next to impossible and the police were out of the question.
She stopped to lean against the information center outside of the park. She tried to calm her breathing and will away the discomfort in her back. She could feel her shirt sticking to her from something other than the sweat of her exertions, but that would have to be taken care of after she found Sesshomaru. She stretched one leg out in front of her then the other. Could she be any more tired?
Kagome pushed off the brick wall with her elbow and adjusted the quilt under her arm. She was really questioning her reasoning for bringing it in the first place instead of, say, a baseball bat. What if she ran into shady characters instead of Sesshomaru? What good would a blanket be then? Why didn’t she just grab his coat?
She shook her head just as a shot rang out echoing through the area. She jumped in surprise and bit her lip to stifle her reflexive scream. She scrambled to shut off the flashlight and was about to take off running in the opposite direction until she heard a man’s voice.
“Fuck man! He’s got claws! Look at this shit! I’m bleeding!” The frantic voice said and Kagome felt her blood run cold.
She dropped the quilt in favor of sliding along the wall with greater ease, keeping the metal flashlight close to her chest. She peeked her head around the corner and had to clamp her throat around a gasp.
There was Sesshomaru surrounded by six men who were the picturesque example of the type she had been trying to hopelessly avoid. Of course they’d find Sesshomaru, but whatever made them think he was easy prey, mortal or not, was beyond her comprehension.
It didn’t change the fact that she was beyond worried for the Taiyoukai. He was being held by the hair of his head looking as bored as can be by a rather huge man who was cradling a swollen wrist to his chest.
There was another lying on the ground a few yards away that wasn’t moving and one standing off to the side holding his limp arm with tears running down his face. One more remained even further back, his arms wrapped around his middle and a frightened look on his dirty face hiding behind the man with blood running down his neck, but what scared the bejeezus out of Kagome was the man holding a gun pointing it straight at Sesshomaru’s forehead. His nose was busted up and he looked livid.
“What the fuck are you?!” The armed man spat with such venom that it gave Kagome chills.
Sesshomaru didn’t answer and Kagome knew this was going to end very badly. These fiends weren’t the sort to play around and this one probably didn’t have the patience to deal with the stoic Lord, especially after what he’d obviously done to the rest.
“Answer me freak!” The man shouted his frame as taut as a bow string.
She crept closer gripping her flashlight tightly. She was no match for the likes of him, but maybe she could buy Sesshomaru some time to get free. She plastered herself against the wall trying to stay in the shadows as much as possible to keep herself from attracting unwanted attention. She was almost directly behind the man with a gun and though she had the disadvantage of the big man holding Sesshomaru in place facing her direction, she had virtually no choice but to run the risk of exposure in favor of a bullet ending Sesshomaru’s life.
She heard the click of the revolver’s hammer being pulled back and wasted no more time. She sprung from the shadows and clubbed the man in the back of the head as hard as she could with her flashlight. The guy yelped and spun on his heels, his free hand coming to the back of his head. Kagome froze when the man scanned the area above her head expecting his attacker to be someone much taller than she was. She visibly flinched when his eyes landed on her and a sick smile formed on his bloodstained lips.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. It seems like the freak’s got a girlfriend.” He said maliciously.
Kagome tried to take a step back, but the flashlight was knocked from her hand and she was jerked off of her feet by the front of her coat in one smooth motion. She grasped the man’s wrists and swung her legs making contact with the guy’s stomach, but it held no affect. She was pushed out in front of the man to face Sesshomaru. She caught his amber eyes with her own seeing not even a hint of recognition in them. Was he still that angry? Would he really allow these men to hurt her?
She struggled against her captor, but it was useless. She wasn’t going anywhere. The man shook her forcefully causing her head to snap back from the abruptness of it and she felt the flesh of her back rip. She wasn’t able to muffle the pained noise she made and it caused the sick man’s smile to widen further on his greasy face.
“What sweet sounds you make.” He purred nauseously.
Kagome backed her face away when he lowered his own to sniff her hair, but her defensive movements were hindered drastically causing panic to well in her chest. He smelled awful and she kicked her legs out again connecting instantly with his shin. He yelped and jerked backwards, but his grip never slackened. She saw the glint of a gun to her left and held her breath in preparation for the impact.
“Let her go.”
Kagome’s heart skipped a beat.

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