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Captured and Trapped	By : StephanieG Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 43467 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hello everyone!
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warning: you might have felt it but this arc of the story is closing to its end and like it's often the case, it will get worst before getting better. so part of this chapter is darker and the next one will probably worst, with lots of blood. But it will get better soon, I promise. Consider yourseft warned.
some of you will probably hate me for something that is happening in this chapter. Believe me when I say that, had I been able to avoid it I would have. Unfortunately, it was a necessary step towards the conclusion of this first part of the story.
I hope you will like this extra long chapter! :)
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Previously...
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Michio’s face which had been almost glowing, proud of his accomplishment, fell instantly. His bulbous eyes turned to the shivering curled up form of the woman before lowering his head in shame.
“I didn’t find anything about that spell, my Lord. The spells used on her collar were not in any of the scrolls I read and they are different from his lordships. Even if it was somewhat the same spell, I can’t touch the collar so I can’t use the same counter-spell that I did for you either.”
“This Sesshomaru was able to touch it this time.” The DaiYoukai said, remembering the cold sensation of metal on his arm as he was holding the Miko for hours.
Michio nodded. “That is quite possible, my Lord. The collar, much like yours, doesn’t react if you touch it accidentally. But if you try to touch it with the intention of removing it, it will react violently.” He then straightened up. “I will look better my Lord. I must go now, before someone sees me here. Here, Sesshomaru-sama; it’s for the lady Miko’s injuries.” He added as he retrieved another vial, no different than the one from the day before, from his haori and held it out for Sesshomaru who took it.
“You did well, boy.”
Michio flushed neon pink. “Thank you, My Lord.” He had never been praised for anything before.
“Will she… will she be alright, my Lord?” He asked, glancing towards where Kagome was sitting, curled up into herself.
“Hn.”
Michio sadly nodded and then left.
The reptilian youkai gone, Sesshomaru turned to his companion.
“Hn.”
Vial in hand, he took two steps towards the woman but stopped, narrowing his eyes. She was gripping the crude yukata closer to herself, trying to make herself as little as possible. It was a pathetic sight. He knew that she was probably traumatized and so he shouldn’t get angry with her for acting this way but it was difficult to control it and not get angry...
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Chapter 26:
End of the Game
Part 2
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“Miko.” He called out for her, only to watch her flinch, trying to move away from him without looking up. Sesshomaru sighed; naturally he had unlimited patience, but this was really testing his limits. This could become troublesome if her behavior continued like this. He didn’t understand why it bothered him so much that the once courageous human, almost bordering on stupidity in his opinion, was now cowering away from him and anything else like the rest of her pathetic race would. It was the natural order of things finally righted, but for some reason he did not like this change in her as much as he thought he might.
Sesshomaru stepped closer. The only acknowledgement he received for his presence was more trembling from the beaten up woman. She was still avoiding looking at him, only fixating on a spot upon the dirty ground and rocking back and forth in a bizarre attempt of self comfort, completely ignoring his person. Before totally grasping what was happening, his tight control he held himself under finally snapped at her disrespect and in a flash he found his hand gripping her shoulder, not strong enough to break skin but enough to ensure his warning was clear.
“Miko!” he growled out.
Finally, Kagome looked up. However, her eyes were glassing over, as if she was seeing but not understanding what she was looking at. It was as if she did not recognize him at all. Only fear reflected on her face while her eyes seemed void of any and all life.
“Miko.” He repeated, more calmly this time, his hold on her shoulder lessening considerably. Frightening her more would serve no purpose he knew. He hated having to repeat himself but in this case he knew the situation demanded it; doing so seemed to have worked this time because, slowly, her eyes cleared out and recognition finally seemed to settle back in.
“S-Sesshomaru?” she said in a hoarse voice, as if not sure it was really him or not.
The demon Lord nodded slightly in acquiescence, not wanting to acknowledge the relief he felt at this instant, and then rubbed her head a couple of times, like you would a pet, before he turned to retrieve the vial he had dropped to the ground without thinking a moment ago when his frustration had won him over. He was glad that the vial was still intact. He just hoped that this type of absence won’t occur too often with the female. For a brief moment it was as if he was looking in the eyes of a dead person, a little too much like he was looking into the eyes of the undead female that somehow physically look like a cold and dead version of her. The DaiYoukai decided then and there that he did not like this type of expression on Kagome’s face or in her eyes; it was creepy, even for someone of his nature. How his pathetic hanyou of a brother could ever compare and confuse the two females? Even Sesshomaru, who had no interest in the human race in general, could see it clearly; they were like night and day, even if they had looked more alike just a moment ago.
When he turned back, the Miko was eyeing the vial in his clawed hand with distrust visible. She was finally coming back to her senses it seemed.
“What is that?” she asked after clearing her throat.
He decided that, since she was crawling slowly back to her original state of being, he would indulge her with a little answer.
“It’s a potion for your wounds.”
“But what is it?”
Sesshomaru shrugged, he didn’t know the specifics nor did he care to know.
After moistening her lips nervously, wincing slightly when coming in contact with the sensible skin of her cut bottom lip, she spoke again when she saw him make a move in her direction once again.
“How do you know that it isn’t dangerous? Do you really trust the demon that gave it to you? He is one of Them!” she said while still eyeing the vial in his hand suspiciously.
“If it was dangerous you would already know woman, since it has already been used upon your body. Should this Sesshomaru need to point out that without it, you would probably be unable to move as you are and might even be dead by now? Now cease this idiotic display at once!” he answered her frostily. The nerve of this human, honestly! He had lowered himself to actually take care of her and she dare to imply that he would only do so just to hurt her now, is that what she honestly thought he would do? “And Miko, remember always, this Sesshomaru trusts no one.” He added as an after thought.
He saw her shudder in fear at the sudden coldness in his voice and reply. Good! She shouldn’t have tried to sully his honor as she had. They have made a pact and she was a member of his pack for the time being; she will have to learn that one does not hurt their own pack, aside from teaching lessons on unruly ones. Sesshomaru was anything if not a creature who valued honor above all other virtues.
“However, Michio is truthful with his desire to assist us as much as he can.”
She nodded; it seemed that the words he spoke of on this matter were acceptable. She turned slowly, her back facing him, as a show of submission and trust in him to care for her wounds that was difficult to ignore.
The DaiYoukai kneeled behind her and with a skilled ease he lowered her kimono top to her waist. He paid her no mind when she gasped in surprise and tried to hide her front, blushing the entire time. The demon Lord found it amusing and was half tempted to inform her of the pointlessness of said actions and the fact that he had already seen almost everything there is to see of her, but he refrained from making such a declaration.
“Will he help us get out of here?” she asked after clearing her throat again out of embarrassment because she completely refused to turn and face him when she spoke to him. Sesshomaru was pleased that she wasn’t spacing out and seemed to be coping with her current situation so he decided to excuse her rudeness of not facing him when speaking. He wasn’t quite sure why her alertness was pleasing him so; after all, he had declared himself responsible for her physical health, not her mental or emotional well-being.
Instead of offering her a direct response, he just said that he wasn’t about to put his life in the hands of another being much less that of a child. “We will have to find our own way out of here.” Michio was just too young to put too much hope in; it is not going to be easy for him to go against his own family and tribe when all is said and done after all.
Kagome agreed with his logic once she really thought about it. Who knows what future could possibly await any of them?
He took care of her injuries while growling softly without realizing it to keep her calm when working on her worst wounds. Kagome couldn’t move; it was as if a wave of warmth shot through her entire body. She was totally and utterly at his mercy by this point and she knew it.
Now that she was completely conscious of what was happening she knew she should be terrified of her predicament but, besides the embarrassment radiating off of her, she was as calm as one would be while meditating. She had no trace of fear in her mind or body.
She had already thought about what it would be like to be a ward or pack member to Sesshomaru. This topic had been one constant disagreement between her and Sango but now she had proof that one really could put their life on the line if Sesshomaru gave his word that he would not hurt them. Still, she couldn’t prevent the blush from taking its permanent residence on her cheeks when she realized that she had lowered her arms, which were hiding her modesty, while she was lost in her own thoughts; and that Sesshomaru could have seen everything.
She covered herself back up, mindful of her injuries. She tried to reassure herself by thinking that he probably didn’t even see her as a woman, she was human after all. That thought, however, made her a little sad, even she did not know why she felt that way and decided quickly to dismiss it immediately. After everything that happened to them, Sesshomaru was her friend now, at least in her mind, and she didn’t think that she would ever be able to forget anything that happened in this cell. She had seen the demon Lord, which she had always suspected existed in him and had wished to see though she never thought in a million years she would, and so much more of him that she never thought could be possible. This made her wonder if her wounds were so bad to cause Sesshomaru to actually take such good care of her pitiful self. He must be afraid that she would die on him before helping him out of this cell.
As only he could with his one arm, the DaiYoukai managed to cover her with the crude yukata, which felt rough on her tattered skin and was a complete contrast to that of Sesshomaru’s gentle caress with his hand. The yukata was once again place backwards on her so that the freshly bandaged back would not get irritated with the rough fabric.
Sesshomaru noticed, almost immediately, that she was fighting to keep her eyes open. She felt like all she did was sleep, her whole body seemed numb. Though she didn’t know what was in the potion that the reptilian boy had provided, she couldn’t bring herself to care because she suddenly realized that she was not in so much pain anymore.
She was waiting for the moment that Sesshomaru would get up and go back to his wall, but to her utter surprise he gathered her in his arm the minute he stood and carried her over to the wall with him. Sliding down to sit against the wall he placed Kagome in his lap to where they were sitting facing each other, chest to chest once again. The position was extremely intimate, more so than what she was used too, but it ensured that her worst injuries did not come in contact with anything that could cause infection or pain. She couldn’t believe that Sesshomaru was doing this for her again. She remembered him telling her once that she was considered a part of his pack because InuYasha is pack; even though if he were honest Sesshomaru would prefer to rip off his only remaining arm before admitting it too often and loudly.
She was one he had recognized as pack, one he was suppose to protect and take care of yet she felt like he was doing so much more than just keeping her alive as he said he would do. He might not have realized it but he has done so much more for her than anyone has ever done in the past. On top of that, he appeared as though he didn’t mind touching her anymore; which is a very good thing after considering the first few days she felt as if she had some atrocious and contagious disease that he was scared of catching with how much avoidance he had towards her even when the briefest of contact was made.
Her cheek lay against his chest, the sound of his strong heart beat lulled her to sleepiness, and she truly felt safe. He was warm to the touch and he was continuing the low rumble at the back of his throat, making her body become mush, like jell-o. His presence was the only thing preventing her from crying hysterically after all of what has happened to her. She couldn’t understand how she could be so calm now, after everything that took place just the day before, but she knew he was the reason for her current state of calmness.
“I don’t want your pity.” She whispered softly before she could stop herself.
“This Sesshomaru does not know pity.” He said just as quietly, without even thinking about his sudden answer.
Those few words of reassurance made her happier than she cared to admit. She wanted to thank him, to convey how much she truly was grateful but she couldn’t move much less speak. Even if she could speak, what would she say? Just telling him ‘thank you’ was really too little of appreciation. So she nuzzled his chest gently moving up to the hollow of his throat; she felt so protected. She knew that she should be mortified that he saw her almost naked, had clothed her, took care of her injuries and now here she is sitting in his lap and pressed against his front in a very intimate position. She looked up and saw amber eyes looking down impassively towards her. Tears of gratitude wield up in her eyes as her overwhelming emotions submerged her.
“Arigato… Sesshomaru.”
When he nodded in reply, she nuzzled him again, snuggling even closer and closed her eyes finally. With him there, she was safe. She let herself be lulled by the rhythmic drum of his heart beat and the gentle brush of his aura on her exhausted and almost nonexistent aura. Already, she could feel more power in his aura than before. Without realizing it, tears fell silently on her cheeks, and she cried herself to sleep, not uttering one word; not knowing if it was because of what happened or the thankfulness she felt towards a certain DaiYoukai.
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As Sesshomaru was taking care of her injuries, he immediately remarked that besides a little whimper here or the biting of her lip there, Kagome was totally lost in her thoughts.
One of his eyebrows arched as he witnessed her arms slowly but surely lowering, exposing herself to him and anyone else who cared to watch; proof that she wasn’t with him consciously anymore, he knew of her prude-like tendency when it came to such a display.
He knew that he shouldn’t, but as any red-blooded male would, his eyes traced the contour of the breast that he could see from his vantage point. He tried and failed to pry his eyes away from the view of her apricot-marron nipple that stuck out because of the cold air and the humidity. He could even visualize in his mind’s eye that her chest would probably fill the palm of his hand nicely; not small at all but not too big either. He was also impressed by the strange contraption she normally used, what he believed she had called a ‘bra’. He still remembered how embarrassed she had been when she had to explain what it was and what it was for. The result of the use of this contraption was fascinating. Even with their weight, her breasts were still high and perky; remarkable invention, for humans.
The simple fact that she was awake and conscious of him touching her and understanding what was happening; it was more difficult to rebuke the fact that even if she was human, she was very much a woman. He didn’t like the direction that thought was headed in one bit.
Shaking his head, Sesshomaru rationalized that it had been quite some time since his eyes feasted on a woman’s body, too long apparently if he was gifting a human’s body with more than a passing glance. He will have to rectify this when he gets back to his palace. It was starting to affect his character and actions, which was completely unacceptable.
Yes, he will have to organize a quick rut upon his return. There were plenty of females more than ready to satisfy his needs at his palace, in hope that he would keep them at his side after his satisfaction. They were like vultures waiting for the right moment to swoop down on their prey, this thought made Sesshomaru scoff. They weren’t even good enough to be graced with a place at his side for more than a night. Leaving those thoughts to the side, the DaiYoukai continued with his work on the Miko’s injuries.
Then Kagome finally realized what she had done; while letting out a little gasp and covering back up her chest, she blushed profusely and avoided eye contact. If it had been in his character, Sesshomaru would have laughed at her reaction. He pondered anew if he should tell her that she didn’t have to bother covering herself or be embarrassed since he had already seen everything before, but he again refrained; thinking it would be better to not point out that particular fact. His ears still remembered painfully all too well her reaction when he had gone to relieve himself for the first time after having been released from his chains. She had let out a high pitched scream, which could rival the shrill squealing of Jaken any day, when she had turned in his direction and had seen him with his hakama’s around his knees.
Seriously! She had done it in front of him too so what was so shocking about him doing the same? Did the woman really think that he was different than her or any other living creature on this planet? He had scoffed when she, red like a tomato, told him that he should have warned her first. As if he needed her permission for anything. Anyways, he didn’t want a repeat; his poor ears might be damaged permanently this time. It was a wonder how this piercing sound was able to come out of her seemingly delicate throat. If it hadn’t been for the promise and their pact, he would have made sure that she wouldn’t be able to let out that kind of sound again for another moment.
But frankly, Sesshomaru hadn’t seen anything that Kagome should be ashamed of. Really, she possessed forms that other women would kill for, even some demoness would probably be jealous of her well proportioned body. While it’s true that the lack of enough food was starting to show on her, she still possessed a more feminine form than most. It’s usually too little or too much and while human males tend to favor more classical Asiatic body shapes, youkai tend to like more voluptuous forms. They are more animal in this point and more than likely are viewing the female with a pup in mind; if the woman is too petite or had too small of hips, there were more risks to die in child birth. For the Miko, her waist was well defined without being too accentuated and breaking the harmony of her body shape. Really, nothing to be ashamed of; he had always loved women with more shapely forms better…
Sesshomaru froze, had he just imagined the Miko as a potential lover candidate for him? Ridiculous, he scoffed, banishing the thought. But as he gathered her in his lap before realizing what he was doing and allowing her to curl up as close as possible to him all the while nuzzling even closer to his throat, the traitorous idea still floated around in his mind…
Days later…
Michio was deep inside their library, surrounded by books with his nose buried in one. He had been hiding in there for days, as soon as he had some free time and could escape the vigilance of the others. If they were to hear that he had been going through the personal book collection of his grandfather to find a way to betray his father and his clan’s law by freeing the prisoners…
He shivered, better not think about it. His father wasn’t the exception of the family, like his uncles, they inherited their viciousness and lack of conscience from their father. His grandfather had been a devious bastard in his time, taking great pleasure in other’s pain, but contrary to his progenies, never did he use any of his multiple talents on members of his own clan or even raise his hand to his sons. He didn’t have to; he was just plain scary like that. Everyone knew what he was capable of doing and that was enough to dissuade anyone from crossing him.
That was the big difference with the current Chief of their clan, Michio’s father. If Michio ever was to even think of doing something his father doesn’t approve of, his father would come down hard on him before he could realize what exactly was happening. While he would never use his poisons on his son, the old lacerations on Michio’s back were enough to say that his father was reigning not by respect but by fear and violence alone. Even the natural strong healing abilities of the youkai weren’t enough to fight against the furious hits of his father, leaving his body marred with scars all over his back.
Sometimes, it was a wonder that Michio was really part of this family, having not an ounce of evil or cruel intentions in him; if it hadn’t been for the strong resemblance to his father’s side of the family, who knows what his father would have done to him.
His mother often said that he looked exactly like his father when he was younger. Unfortunately, that was part of the reason why his father was always ‘looking after him’ so closely. His son, who so strongly looks like a younger version of himself, was too soft for his taste. He had blamed, more often than not, Michio’s mother for giving him this abnormal son. Sometimes, Michio wondered what his life would have been like if his grandfather had lived a bit longer.
Shaking his head to get rid of those thoughts, Michio went back to his reading. He froze as soon as the first sentence registered in his mind.
Could it be?
He read and re-read the same passage. His bulbous eyes went bigger.
Yes, he found it!
Excitedly, he immediately took a piece of parchment with feather and ink ready, he tried to copy and translate the instructions. He thanked his grandfather mentally again for teaching so many mainland languages or he would not have been able to help at all.
He realized that what was needed to break this spell wouldn’t be easy to find. However, as images of a terrified Kagome floated in his mind it made his resolve to right this particular wrong stronger. He would do his best to reestablish his clan’s honor, even if he had to go against the wishes of their leader. Michio couldn’t remember having ever been so excited for anything else before this. Plus, the sensation of doing something important was a thrill he had never even considered a possibility. Maybe that’s why his clan had always loved to work for the previous Lord. The feeling of doing something important and the feeling of being needed was really exalting.
As soon as he finished verifying that he didn’t make any errors; Michio jumped on his feet, resisting the urge to skip towards the door. It would be degrading and embarrassing if someone was to see him, but he couldn’t help it. He was sure that Sesshomaru would be proud of him. Maybe he will praise him again? The young adolescent youkai almost smiled at the thought.
In his excitement to go and inform the Lord of the West of the good news, he forgot to blow out the candle. Realizing his mistake, he mentally slapped his forehead for his forgetfulness. If you want to be discreet and not let anyone know that you have been reading the books you shouldn’t, you don’t just leave a candle lit beside them that could cause the precious manuscripts to burn.Way to go Michio. He sighed.
He walked back towards the table, he was using, to blow out the candles. While he could see well enough to direct himself in the dark, it was not possible to read anything. As soon as his vision adapted to the obscurity, he turned back towards the door but froze in his actions.
There, in the doorway, stood Naraku.
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Fear exploded like fireworks in the poor trembling Michio. Has he been discovered? He gulped loudly when he saw how intensely the dark hanyou was looking at him. Without thinking, he discreetly slipped the copy of the spell in his clothes, while trying to find a way to escape the thorny situation in one piece.
“What are you looking for, Michio?” asked Naraku coldly.
The putrid odor of fear floated in the air. The dark Lord’s voice was usually so honeyed, probably by deceit, but this colder version was even scarier. His mouth opened and closed several times before a sound was able to escape.
“N-nothing M-my L-lord!”
“You would not have been about to betray me, right, Michio?”
Michio was paralyzed with fear. Naraku stepped closer as the reptilian youkai stepped back. He glanced towards the door, trying to find a way out around Naraku without getting killed. It was getting more and more unlikely that he would be able to get out of here alive he realized. Ironic, he had been initially afraid of his father finding him here and had completely forgotten about his supposed new Lord and Master. Right now, he would almost welcome the correction his father would inflict just to be away from Naraku and his dark aura.
“You were not about to free the prisoners, were you, Michio?” he asked, the anger now more evident than ever in his voice. Michio was petrified and his eyes filled up with tears without his consent. He was going to die. He could see it in the bloody red eyes fixed on him.
Then, as if a ray of light and hope broke through the dark and ominous clouds, they could hear voices in the corridor by the opened door telling them that someone was coming. His heart skipped a beat. It was his father. He was saved!
…unfortunately, Michio didn’t have time to call out.
In a flash, Naraku was standing in front of him, a sneer on his face. Just the right amount of time to inhale, ready to scream, his futile intentions were reduced to nothing as a disturbing crack, echoed throughout the room; the dark hanyou had snapped his neck.
The light in his eyes slowly receded and in one instant, Michio was no more, his body falling down like a puppet that had its strings cut off as Naraku opened his hand to release his neck.
Hearing that the voices were coming closer, Naraku didn’t have time to see what the young traitor had been looking for; he quickly stepped out of the room and into the corridor. The door closed behind him just as Michio’s father was rounding the corner with another clansman.
Upon spotting their Lord, they bowed in respect. Michio’s father raised his head to ask Naraku if he had seen his son around anywhere. Naraku looked at the reptile Chief and simply stated that he had not; the Chief mumbled under his breath, as they stood in front of the door, about how ungrateful his son was for everything him and his Lord had given to Michio.
It was difficult, even after being betrayed by Michio, for Naraku to keep an impassible face when the son in question was just on the other side of the door lying dead, by his very hand. Really, the urge to smirk or even laugh at this ridiculous and ironic situation was extremely difficult to contain within him.
As the Chief was about to leave, Naraku stopped him. He decided that it was time; he turned to leave while pausing long enough to give the Chief instructions to prepare the prisoners. When his docile servants looked at him confusedly at the plural form of the word, but still ready to carry out his orders none-the-less, the dark hanyou added one last comment that made a shiver of excitement run down the spine of the Chief.
“It is time to stop playing around; it is time to put a stop to our little game once and for
all.”
Naraku smirked, this time he didn’t even try to contain his laughter when the Chief almost completely vibrated with pleasure as his words meaning took effect in his mind. If only he knew what was behind the very door he stood in front of now, just a few feet from him. After bowing lowly, the Chief and clansman went to find the others to help execute their Lords orders. Naraku mused that sometimes it was just too good to be in his position here.
After one last glance towards the door hiding the corpse of Michio, mentally noting that he will have to clean up before one of his obedient servants finds the boy’s body, he left as well to await his guests’ arrival in his special room; everything lay before him, ready for him to use them to fulfill his plans. Cleaning up after himself will be a necessity in order to keep this lifestyle he was become accustomed too. It wouldn’t do to have them disobey his orders now for an absurd sense of justice for having just killed one of their kind, he rather liked their cruelty, their taste for blood and torture, and he did not want to have to end their little association so soon, especially now that he was so close to accomplishing what he has wanted for so long. Plus, the young one wasn’t a big lost, he was too tender at heart and was using his brain far too much to have made a good servant for Naraku.
Yes, it was finally time to put an end to this little game and be more serious from here on out.
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Kagome was slowly getting better. Her most serious injuries were closing up leaving only soreness in their place. Thanks to Michio’s special solution and Sesshomaru’s care, she thought, blushing at the still lingering ghostly feel of his oh so dangerous claws that had taken such delicate care of her injuries. It was really baffling. Never would she have thought of ever associating ‘tender’ and ‘delicate’ with the terrifying DaiYoukai of the West’s name. Her heart fluttered at the reminder of how gentle he handled her in those few moments. She will probably never forget, even with the pain she had been in, at that moment, the feeling of his hot breath on her skin or the feeling of his tongue. While she was feeling almost nothing but pain then, she will always remember the slow and gentle licks he gifted her with after the pain was mostly gone. It should have grossed her out but maybe she was taking in more of the canine characteristics than she thought after being around InuYasha and Shippo for so long; because she was able to find something like a lick quite nice indeed. After all she was already getting use to it when her little fox would sometimes lick her in his sleep or as a ‘hi’ in the morning when he wasn’t totally awake yet.
There was still something that was bothering her though; while it was true that her injuries were healing quite nicely and quickly, she knew that her body was probably covered by scars, some more ugly than others. It was a good thing that she couldn’t really see herself right now or the little bit of a good mood she was able to gain by just talking and being around Sesshomaru would disappear in a puff of smoke. Who in his right mind would want an ugly and scarred woman like herself? That was a question that wasn’t far from her mind even as she was trying to keep it away.
Sesshomaru was quite relieved when he saw the girl slowly but surely coming back to her old self. He was pretty sure that it was because she could feel his powers slowly coming back too. He was still not at half of his usual potential, but he was getting there. The first time that she snapped out of her morose attitude was when he had gently brushed his youki-infused aura against her for the first time. While it was true that she could probably feel his essence when close by and all, even with her own diminished aura, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his aura infused with his powers. Her head had immediately snapped in his direction, her petite hands rose to her mouth only to fall down and reveal one of the most brilliant smiles she had ever gifted him with.
It had been so long since she had given him anything, but small sad smiles or no smile at all in the recent days, that Sesshomaru could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat upon seeing her smile. Even beaten up, as she was, she had looked radiant. It was like, by regaining his powers, he was infusing life and energy back into her body and soul.
As soon as she had been able to stand again, she had gone back to messing with the stones in the wall. A little while ago, she was actually able to almost get one of the stones free from its cage. Kagome celebrated her little accomplishment, the fruit of her hard work is finally starting to pay off and show. Sesshomaru couldn’t help but think that her sudden joyfulness was just a front; after all it had only been a few days since her last encounter with the dark hanyou. Even if she wasn’t talking about it, Sesshomaru knew that she would not be able to support another session with Naraku anytime soon; not without breaking that is.
With the slow return of his youki, Sesshomaru knew he would be able to withstand the ‘repel’ spell that the stones created, a little better. With that thought he tried to participate, making extremely happy. At the joy that Kagome seemed to be able to express, some of the weight left his heart at seeing her chatting happily again with him. Well, it was still more her talking alone and him, more or less listening to what she was babbling about, but each time he would answer or even acknowledge her; she would smile radiantly to him.
However, the spell was still very much effective. Each time his hand grazed a little too close to the cursed stones, a burning sensation would immediately start attacking his fingers. When Kagome finally saw the problem, a good portion of his fingers were already red and puffy, burned enough that even Kagome could see it with the dim light they had in supply. Had he been anyone else, he would have probably found amusement with her sudden panic only to turn around and scold him for continuously trying to touch the stones after the first time they burned him and not telling her about the issue.
She tried to force him to stop but of course he wouldn’t listen and simply ignored her, causing her to believe he had some weird fetish and liked inflicting pain upon himself. Fuming with her anger, that he would not take her advice, she sat down and refused to do anything further; even when their captors brought them food, she refused to eat. In the end, Sesshomaru caved in, not wanting her to be even weaker than she already was.
He tried to convince himself that he had stopped, not because he was worried about her wellbeing or because his fingers were killing him, but just because he wished to stop.
Soon another stone was moving as well. This task was almost done and while he did not help for very long, what little he had done was rather efficient and beneficial as well.
Since the first stone started moving the Miko seemed to almost work nonstop, causing the DaiYoukai to become concern. Aside from the few moments the uglys were bringing her food or when she was almost falling asleep on her feet, she was constantly working.
She would refuse to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time, making Sesshomaru wake her. Then, there was the fact that she wasn’t eating enough either. Their captors would only bring in food for one meal per day and only for her. She was still sharing it with him regardless; this was causing her to lose some weight and it was showing visibly.
Well, it was evident to Sesshomaru’s eyes anyways; he had been taking care of her wounds and saw her in almost nothing in order to do just that. He also knew that he was also loosing muscular mass as well, even with the small portion she was sacrificing for him; a few bits of dry meat wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger and as the days passed the hunger was getting more and more difficult for him to conceal. He knew though that if he were to show any sign of him being hungry in front of her, she would probably try to give him all of the food for the day; regardless of how hungry she was herself. Stupid human.
Shortly after the second stone started moving Sesshomaru finally demanded Kagome to tell him what had happened a few days ago with Naraku. The curiosity had almost driven him crazy. They had clashed when she finally submitted to his demands and began to tell him bits and pieces of what had happened. Sesshomaru almost jumped for her throat when she told him about what had transpired within the illusion.
“I didn’t break my promise!” She yelled fearfully when his eyes had flashed red at her.
“Liar!” he spat.
“I said that I would never describe what is happening in this cell and I meant it. I never told Inu…Naraku what happened, just that you were…there, that’s all.”
He stopped his advance towards her then.
“I…I was worried when I couldn’t find you anywhere around. So I just asked him if he could catch your scent, that’s all. I promise. Suddenly, you weren’t there anymore. I was outside, and you weren’t there anymore, I was alone and I…panicked. You had disappeared and I…” her voice caught in her throat as her bottom lip started to quiver and the tears, she had been holding back, gathered in her eyes.
All anger had suddenly left Sesshomaru, he sighed. How can I be angry when she makes such a pitiful face?

She stepped towards him, timidly, her tear-streaked face asking what she wouldn’t; what she couldn’t say out loud. When he didn’t move she walked the small distance that separated them and tentatively hugged him around his waist. At first he tensed up at the initial contact, then after a resigned sigh, he placed his hand on top of her head, letting her collect the small comfort he could offer. While she was often a wild and spirited woman, at times like this, she was so fragile, like a lost child that it seemed to stimulate his instincts into protecting her. It was…disconcerting.
“This Sesshomaru won’t always be there.” He warned her softly.
She snuggled as close as was humanly possible to his chest.
“I…know…”
She had stayed, hugging him until she stopped crying and then slowly backed away, blushing. They didn’t say a word about what had just happened or about her sudden outburst and concern.
After having worked on it for days, the third stone moved. Kagome was almost jumping up and down in happiness, beaming up at the DaiYoukai, only to freeze when Sesshomaru was suddenly propelled against the wall, almost crushing her to the wall with him.
“No…” she whispered in horror.
She knew what it meant.
The meal of the day had already been served so they shouldn’t be there at the door again. That meant one thing; they were here to take her back to Naraku.
Wild panic took hold of her as this sudden realization settled in. She tried desperately to escape. Unfortunately being caged up in a little cell only gives you so many places to try and hide in; her attempt was futile for they caught her and carried her out of the cell all the while laughing. They laughed at how desperate her fight had become while in their grasp, the collar was burning her every time she tried to raise her powers to defend herself; most of her powers were now completely drained from her body.
As she passed through the cell door, her body went completely still; the fight in her was gone, she allowed them to carry her off without even raising another finger in her defense. Before she had completely disappeared out of sight though she glanced at Sesshomaru one last time, the broken glance she sent him had left a bad taste in his mouth. He suddenly had this overwhelming feeling as though this would more than likely be the last time he would see her alive. It was a look of ‘good-bye’ he had seen there in her eyes at that moment.
His chest became flooded with pain and rage; he needed to be doing something. He would not accept her abandoning everything after all that they had been through. He tried, with all that he had, to get off the wall as he knew that the stones weren’t completely fixed to the wall anymore; suddenly stopping when the cell door opened again. Surprise was the emotion Sesshomaru had when instead of one of their sadistic captors; two of them stepped back inside and took him with them. This was the first time, since his capture, that he was outside of their cell. Thinking this was the perfect opportunity that they had both been waiting for he started to plan his escape but all thoughts stopped upon two revelations. The first was the more persistent and that was the small sword that was currently resting on his throat where the collar was; though he could still escape it would be at the risk of having his jugular slit open. The second and more important reason for him to not escape was the fact that they were currently heading in the same direction they had taken Kagome; as they walked he smelled more and more of her scent and its intensity proving they were close to her. He simply allowed them to carry him away through the winding halls, all the while buying his time for their escape.
Upon arriving, his stone-like face didn’t let show what he was feeling once he saw Kagome; in a vertical spread eagle tie, nothing but the leather bans and the wooden planks holding her up. Naraku was standing right by her side, murmuring things in her ears; things that only she could hear. Sesshomaru noticed she was crying and kept repeating over and over again “no.”
That was when Sesshomaru found his now chained wrist being hoisted in the air to the wooden rafters that were protruding out of the walls just over his head. Once Sesshomaru was chained exactly where they wanted him, facing Kagome, Naraku whispered once more in her ear and pointed in his direction. The shock, panic, and pain were all instantly evident on her face, as well as the red imprint of a hand that had struck her cheek very recently. Apparently, aside from just being hit on her face, she had also received small cuts up and down her visible legs.
Naraku fixed Sesshomaru with a heated glare as he ripped open Kagome’s yukata, exposing her to everyone present; jubilation flowed through his veins when he saw the pure fire of fury flash in the DaiYoukai’s eyes.
Leaning in to Kagome’s ear he taunted her more about how InuYasha was not going to come and save her, while cutting little lines in her arm and stomach to show how defenseless and hopeless it really was for her to continue to fight him. No one would be coming for her, and once she figured it out the better it will all be for her; so he promised.
“Let go of your fantasy of being rescued, let go of your pride and simply give me what want.”
“Go fuck yourself, you Bastard!” she whispered vehemently to him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…seems you have such a potty mouth, maybe I should be making better use of it! Such a filthy mouth needs to be cleaned out by any means necessary. Shall I show you how angry your outburst has made me?”
He signaled to the Chief, who stepped closer to Sesshomaru’s back. The putrid creature could not stop the jubilation from showing on his face, even if he wanted too.
Sesshomaru ignored him and fixed his gaze on the other side of the room, he knew what was coming. Once again Kagome had Naraku murmuring things of promises and threats into her ear. The DaiYoukai could not hear what was said but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t care for the words; not liking the expression on Kagome’s face, her wide eyes and frightened gaze fixed on him, furthered his feelings.
The Chief, not liking the fact that Sesshomaru was ignoring him, got directly behind him and let his whip crack against the DaiYoukai’s smooth back. Closing his mouth tight so as to not let a sound out, even though the pain was extremely atrocious; he refused to let them hear him cry out in pain. Through his pained screams within his mind he could vaguely hear Kagome’s cries and pleas for them to stop while visible tears streaked down her face. He had lost count of how many times the whip had made contact with his back but it seemed like a moment after Kagome’s pleas came out of her mouth, the whip was stopped.
Though his mind was drowning in a sea of pain he could clearly hear Naraku now telling Kagome that she had but one word to say and everything would stop.
When Naraku didn’t get an immediate answer the Chief cracked the whip again. She hung there sobbing.
Finally, the torture on his back ended; had he been anyone else, he probably would be unconscious by now. It seemed as though his back was burning, literally. Suddenly realization entered his mind as he heard Naraku mocking the Miko. He wanted to know why she was reacting so, it was Lord Sesshomaru after all not InuYasha or one of her other friends. He wasn’t hurting her or her comrades but instead he was torturing her enemy, “shouldn’t you be happy instead of crying and screaming for us to stop?”
Walking to her other side and lowering his voice a little more, Sesshomaru barely heard him state.
“That young boy, what’s his name…ah yes, Michio. He told me how much you and the DaiYoukai over there have become closer during your stay in my captivity. It was hard for me to believe at first, but then again nothing is impossible when it come to you; am I right, Kagome? With such a tender heart as yours is nothing is impossible. That’s why I can’t stand you but at the same time it fascinates me so very much. Your lack of prejudice, your pure heart is like nothing I have ever seen before; that’s the key to ultimate power I have realized. That, combined with your priestess powers, will produce the perfect child, perfect for my little experiment. I will become the first youkai in history to be completely immune to spiritual attacks. I will be invincible!”
“You are demented, hanyou.” She spat while stressing the word hanyou with all the hate she could put in her voice.
His facial expressions closed off once more as he made a signal with his hand for the Chief to move to the front side of Sesshomaru and wait. “Look, little Miko!” He said while grasping Kagome’s face and turning her towards the DaiYoukai’s position, when she tried to look away from what everyone knew was coming.
“Look and learn, My little Miko. This is entirely your fault after all.”
The whipping started anew, only difference was that this time she could clearly see the effects on the previously pristine skin of Sesshomaru’s chest.
“This is your fault.” He repeated. “No one is going to come. No InuYasha, nobody. No one will come to your rescue Kagome. There is only one way to stop it.”
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at the dark hanyou, even through his pain.
“And now he is hurting and it is entirely all your fault.”
Sesshomaru grunted at a really hard hit as the spiked tip touched his jaw, making it bleed.
“Stop, stop…” she whispered brokenly.
“Does that mean you accept my offer, little Miko?” He asked making a sign to interrupt the whipping. She didn’t confirm or deny, she just kept saying “stop” over and over again, while sobbing uncontrollably. She turned her head to the side, unable to look towards Sesshomaru, even when he called out “Miko!” Naraku smirked, finally.
“You made the right choice, My little Miko. Only one word from you and I will release Lord Sesshomaru and everything will stop.”
Sesshomaru growled as he seethed with anger for being used in such a way.
Just then another ugly lizard demon came rushing into the room. He murmured something into Naraku’s ear; his smirk disappearing, which perked Sesshomaru’s curiosity.
“Get the prisoners back in their cell, immediately!”
The Chief, who had been enjoying torturing Sesshomaru a little too much, was shocked but closed his hand into a fist before a complaint could get out of his mouth. “Yes, my Lord.” He said between gritted teeth, signaling to his two colleagues to get the two prisoners down and move them back to their cell.
…
With no more explanation, they ended up back in their cell; but not before the Chief promised that this wasn’t the end of their meeting.
Once in their cell, Sesshomaru looked over the girl, aside from the constant shaking and frightened look she appeared alright. When she seemed to snap out of it, she tried to fuss over his injuries. Though this took him by surprise, how angry she was over the damage done to his body, it quickly turned into annoyance that she would try to fuss over him at a time like this. When she moved to the door, saying that she will ask for something to clean and mend his injuries, he stopped her instantly.
Now really wasn’t the time to care for this kind of thing. Women and their priorities, really…or was it only this woman? He thought, shaking his head. Can’t she see that this is the perfect opportunity that they have been waiting for? While the girl might not have heard what was said to Naraku, with her inferior human hearing, Sesshomaru had heard perfectly clear what was said. It was the signal they had been waiting for.
Realizing that, while he had been lost in his thoughts, the human had continued to fuss over his injuries and was trying to clean them with water; grabbing her wrists he stopped her. He told her that he will be healed soon and left her gapping when he rose on trembling legs and walked away, towards the wall. She must have seen his back injuries already strating to close because he barely heard her grumble about supernatural unfair healing powers and sighed. Strange human, but he was glad that the idea of his injuries had been enough to keep her from the usual apathy reaction she was in each time she was returned from a visit with Naraku.
While Naraku was more than likely right about her personality, he still didn’t like the fact that she had been almost ready to abandon all hope only because of him. Quite frankly, it infuriated him to no end. He left her to tend to her minor, non-life-threatening cuts and wounds. Once he reached the wall, with the stones in it, he started to physically remove the last little bit of the mortar around the stones that was keeping them in place.
He ignored her the first time she asked what he was doing, ignoring her again when she gasped in horror when she saw fumes escaping from the burning of his fingers each time they came into contact with the enchanted stones. When she started to grab his arm and tried to move him away from the wall is when he did not ignore her, he growled at her interference instead.
“Someone stepped within the perimeter of the caves, they are out looking to see if it is a threat or not. Since they are all currently preoccupied, now is the perfect opportunity to take care of what is left to do, and to be ready to take our leave once and for all, Miko.”
She gapped at him, like a fish out of water. She seemed to do that a lot more, here recently. Maybe she was finally grasping the importance of the moment…
“I don’t think I have ever heard you talk so much at one time!”
…or not. This woman is completely frustrating.
“Get to work woman!” he all but growled out at her.
She was immediately working away, with an eep. Without her knowing it, Sesshomaru looked at her from the corner of his eyes for any sign of the catatonic trans-like state she had been in not too long ago. She had seemed so unreachable at the time and he didn’t like it. He did not want to tell her, not wanting to have a panicked human hanging on his arm, on top of everything else, but this was probably their only chance to get out; rather her only chance to get out.
While she seemed to be acting as if nothing dramatic had just happened, he had seen it. He had seen that she had been extremely close to abandoning everything this time, her integrity, her purity, her life, if for only being released from under the pressure and the inappropriate wish and desire to save him from any further harm. Really, how stupid can this woman get?
Sesshomaru was a realist, if he didn’t take this opportunity that was offered to them and get them out of this mess this time, he would have to act and insure that Naraku would never have the chance or possibility to sire a child from this Miko. The idea was surprisingly repulsing to him, repulsing him more than anything ever has before. He had done his share of atrocities in his life; hell, he had sprayed this very woman with his toxic and abrasive poison just a few years prior and he wouldn’t have even batted an eyelid back then at what he might be forced to do now.
Now though, just the notion of killing her or impairing her so she could never give birth was making him sick, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t risk letting Naraku get what he was wanting. Causing her to become barren would be just as good as signing for her execution, since she would be of no help to the dark hanyou’s cause anymore. After all, she was there only for this reason and this reason alone; she would not be needed alive if she could not help him. Either way he looked at his two decisions, her blood would be on his hands if they did not get out of here.
He glanced at her again; the most secure thing would be to do something now since no one would be there to stop him. Just a drop of his poison and any further plans Naraku had would be nullified; though if they were able to get free and she lived… He had seen her around many different children, it wasn’t too difficult to imagine her with children of her own; she was a natural mother figure. If his hand was responsible for forbidding her to ever carry a child…no, he refused. He will save her, as she is now.
Realizing he has sort of grown use to having the woman around, even if she was driving him insane half of the time with her continuous chattering, so much like his ward in this aspect but the need to have her around made it so much more harder to…no, he didn’t like the idea of her death or harming her, even less at his own hand. He knew that forbidding her to be able to reproduce…it would probably be worse than if he had simply killed her, going by her maternal character.
He didn’t know how, however, he would make sure that no half-breed would come anywhere near her with their foul intentions. Such a pure being, to taint her with hanyou blood would be a sacrilege and it infuriated him just to think of it. Why even the idea of his half brother, or anyone else for that matter, touching her seemed disgusting and it made him angry, he did not know how but he would find a way to protect her integrity.
He knew that he told her that things would go back to the way they were and he meant it, but keeping her integrity intact was the only thing he would insure to protect even after their escape.
Once the three enchanted stones were free of their prison in the wall, Kagome carried them to the door and, with a drop of his poison; Sesshomaru pasted them on the door itself. She had been skeptical at first but half of his powers were still blocked by the spells so the diluted poison he was able to produce was just enough to infuse a little of the wood in the door and the enchanted stones together.
And now they just had to wait…
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Here you are. Hope you liked it!
Dear Michio, rest in peace.
him been caught, his betrayal, was the declic for Naraku to stop playing around. I would have love to be able to keep him around longer but helas...
so please people, don't hate me for his death.
thank you for reading this chapter!
see you!
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