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The Departed	By : ryotgurl19 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 2809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don�t own Inuyasha or any of its residual
characters, products, etc.
Warnings: Gore, Violence, Attempted NC
Rating: MA
Enjoy!
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When the door burst open to reveal the most grotesque
looking creature she had ever seen the urge to scream was strong. What came out
was a pathetic whimper while her body trembled in fear. She could see that the
beast could smell her terror on the air when his nostrils flared widely,
puffing in recognition of the scent that teased his senses so deliciously.
She couldn�t look at its face, the cross between a bird and
a goat was too horrifying when it was glaring at her in such a hateful way. Its
body wasn�t much better, the nude flesh was an off-yellow color sprinkled in
dark coarse hair that thickened and surrounded its manhood that hung heavily
away from its body. This had to be some sick joke, the
kamis must be laughing at her as she realized what it
was that they intended to do to her.
This beast, this ugly thing,
wasn�t there to kill her and dispatch her to the other world. It was here for a
more basic and primal purpose, she could sense the arousal coming off the
creature in waves that caused her body to tremble harder. She idly wondered
what sick being had decided that this was to be her fate?
Without warning the ugly thing lunged at her slamming her
back hard against the stone floor of the cell she had called her home for a
length of time she couldn�t seem to remember. The beast landed heavily on top
of her, ripping what was left of her tattered clothing from her body as it
sought its pleasure from her. Its clawed fingers dug sharply into her flesh
leaving deep gouges where her blood could ooze slowly from the wounds.
She tried to kick, the struggle, to do something but her body wasn�t listening to her as she trembled in
fear. She never wanted this to happen, she didn�t even
know why she was in that place, in that situation. Regardless, she knew that
the beast would win, it would rip her innocence from her and seek its pleasure
inside of her body and she may or may not be broken after the event.
Until the most peculiar thing happened.
Its clawed fingers sought to bury themselves within her when
something inside of her snapped, protecting her body from this invasion. The
light lavender colors danced along her skin, purifying the demon in an instant
before any damage could be done to her womanhood. The smell of burnt flesh and
hair filled her nostrils but even the vile stench couldn�t overcome her relief
that her powers had protected her.
Maybe there was some hope after all.
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Lord Sesshomaru sat at the high table, bored out of his mind
but refusing to show the Northern Lord his disinterest in this whole affair.
His clawed fingertip gently traced the rim of the goblet in front of him in an
effort to appease his severe boredom. The pompous panther demon was prattling
on about some theory or the other that the Western Lord really couldn�t care
less about.
�And so, if we could accomplish an offspring of miko birth
with a demon father, that child would be powerful enough to take over anything
it so chose. It would be unmatched.� He sounded so excited that the Lord almost
felt guilty for not listening to a word the demon was saying. He was searching
his mind for a way out of this whole affair, to excuse himself from the feast
being held in his honor so that he could simply go back to his own lands, his
own people, and more importantly get away from the vile stench of cat.
He opened his mouth to speak when a sudden rush of power
brushed across his senses, the pure bright feeling accompanying it signified
that the power was of miko origin. Now what was it the panther was saying about
mikos a moment ago?
He stood abruptly, glaring coldly at the panther when he
recognized the aura behind the powerful outburst. He didn�t even explain his
sudden departure when his footsteps took him out of the dining hall and into
one of the corridors of the mansion. He walked swiftly as he drew closer to the
aura and the faint smells of death, blood, and other disgusting things tickled
his nose.
He stopped as he reached a thick door separating himself
from the person he was looking to find.
�You failed to tell this Sesshomaru that you were putting
your theories to practice.� He said the words calmly as the panther Lord
approached him, but his aura mimicked his fury that such a thing was being done
to unsuspecting and innocent women, although miko. He steeled himself for the
onslaught of sounds and smells that were sure to assault his sensitive hearing
and smell when he roughly yanked the door open.
He continued to walk forward even as he fought the urge to
gag against the overpowering scents that were contained in the corridor lined
with cells that were both empty and full. He knew the panther demon was behind
him, trailing him, trying to come up with some excuse that would make the
daiyoukai forget all about this. He, however, would not be persuaded, the aura
he was seeking was far too important to leave to such a fate.
He rounded the corner when he saw the cell he was looking
for, the door still slightly ajar as the scent of freshly burned flesh reached
him. He opened the door wider and stopped to inventory the room he was looking
into. His brother�s wench lay still on the floor as if unable to believe that
she were still alive, though he could see the distinct signs of her breathing
and the trembling of muscles long underfed. The bones of the demon that had
been trying to attack her still lay half upon her while some of the skeleton
had detached itself and rolled across the floor away from her prone body.
He rounded on the panther demon standing behind him, �You
fool! This is the Shikon Miko.� His anger was almost incontrollable as he
realized the severity of the situation that the Northern Lord had put himself
in. Kidnapping and attempting to rape an innocent miko was one thing, while
still punishable by death, but doing the same to the miko who held the fate of
the world in her hands was something else entirely. Even the usually stoic Lord
could sense the importance of the miko in the future battles to come against
the vile hanyou that had his sights set upon controlling the universe.
Without waiting for the excuses that were bound to come from
the panther demon�s filthy mouth, the Inu Lord
dispatched him with a quick flick of his claws, leaving him headless and
deceased upon the floor. He grunted his satisfaction and turned back to the
trembling girl.
Now he was at somewhat of a loss, having never been in a
situation where he had to comfort a terrified woman who had just survived and
thwarted an attack on her person. She surprised him when she sat up fully,
obviously not quite aware of her nudity in his presence, before standing
shakily to her feet. He nearly growled in anger as he saw how thin she was, the
small bones of her hips and ribs protruding severely against her taught flesh.
�Lord Sesshomaru.� The words were faint, whispered, but in
the silence of the dungeon it rang out as if she had shouted the words at him.
He nodded his affirmative and was taken aback as she smiled; a slow smile that
spread across her gaunt face and lit up her sunken eyes. How anyone could smile
when they were in such a state was a human emotion that was far beyond his
ability to grasp but he was grateful that she wasn�t in hysterics.
He walked forward slowly, approaching her tiny form while
removing the top layer of his kimono and draping it across her shoulders. The
process was made easier by the fact that he wasn�t wearing his armor as it was
seen as disrespectful while in the home of another Lord. She clutched the
material in her bony fingers as she removed it from her person.
�Don�t! I�ll get it bloody.� He raised a silver eyebrow in
question when she looked at him helplessly. While the words themselves truly
held no meaning to him the emotions behind them were volatile; fear, loss,
hope, and relief were all reflected in those words.
He pressed forward and tugged the cloth back into place, �It
is alright, miko.�
She smiled again, though he could not fathom why she was
smiling at him so much. The smile was short lived however, as consciousness
abandoned her and she fell forward into his arms. He wrapped the cloth around
her and secured it so that she was sufficiently covered before lifting her, her
knees supported by one arm while the other wrapped securely around her back
before he left the world of horror that she had known for obviously quite some
time.
He did not know why the powerful feelings of rage and protectiveness
for her surfaced, as they did whenever she was around. He could not begin to
analyze the feelings when he himself had never experienced them towards another
creature, but as he pushed the emotions back down beneath his calm control he
knew that he would not be letting her out of his sight for quite some time.
But first, before anything could be done, he had to find his
imbecile brother�s pack. He needed to know just what had happened to lead to
such a fate for the miko resting in his hold.
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A/N: Alright, I know it�s kinda
slow starting and this chapter is kinda short,
however, they will get longer and more involved as the story continues. I just
have to the ball rolling. Let me know what you think!
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