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Initiation	By : Angels9191 Category: InuYasha > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7 – Questions

I slowly rise back into consciousness and stare at the backs of my eyelids. There’s that beautiful moment right in between awake and asleep where you forget everything; where you are, who you are… everything. I hold onto that moment as long as possible, but the pain all over my body is too potent a reminder.

Last night comes crashing back into my mind. The initiation, all of the demons, the things they did that hadn’t even been done to me at the slave camp. My memory goes foggy, and then I remember coming back to the world. There’s only one demon using me, his arms hold me tightly to his body, why do I recognize him? I don’t know any of those terrifying demons.

His scent enters my memory and I remember with a sickening feeling who it was who was the last to take me.

But… no. My memory must be wrong, it couldn’t be him. He was the one who saved me. He promised…

His face swims into my memory, the empty look in his eyes, his nearly unrecognizable face without his smile. No. No not him! Not… “KATSURO!” I scream and shoot up in the bed.

Something clatters the floor with a metallic ring and I yelp and leap to the other side of the huge bed, getting away from whoever it is standing next to the bed.

“Wait, wait! Calm down its ok!” she says, a now empty tray in one of her hands. It’s another demon servant. My heart pounds hard against my chest and even though my body is crying for me to hold still I just want to get away from all of the sadistic inhabitants of this place.

The female servant raises a hand, palm forward, “Please, just calm down, I’m not here to hurt you,” she says in a level tone.

She’s lying, they’re all here to hurt me. Even Katsuro. No, he’s just as bad as the rest of them.

“Would you prefer Kat-sama?” she asks.

“NO!” I scream, my voice cracking.

“Ok! Ok, he won’t disturb you then. My name is Naomi, I’m Kat’s friend. I’m not like the other demons here.”

She’s still lying. They’re all the same. They just pretend to be your friend to hurt you worse in the end.

“Are you hungry?” Naomi asks.

I don’t respond but my growling stomach answers for me. She smiles kindly and leans over to grab something off the floor. I tense even more and my body wails in protest. But all she comes up with is a half full bowl of almost raw meat.

“Not all of it spilled on the floor,” she says, almost to herself, then looks back down at the floor, “And I can fetch another kettle of hot water if you’d like some tea,” she says. She looks back up at me and tries to smile but I’m not falling for it. Naomi looks kind, but so did… He did too.

She sighs softly and sets the bowl on the bedside table, “I’ll leave this here if you want to take a couple pieces while I get another kettle for tea. There are also clothes for you on the bed if you’d like to put something on,” she smiles again and takes the emptied kettle and the silver tray with her as she walks out of Katsuro’s room and closes the door behind her.

When she’s gone I don’t move and slowly count to ten in my head to let my heart slow almost back to normal. My stomach growls at me again and my mouth waters when the smell of the meat wafts to my nose.

I quickly swallow a couple pieces whole, then slowly chew another, but leave most of it there. I don’t want her to know that I ate any of it, she might punish me.

The clothes sound like a good idea though. Even if she punishes me for putting them on, she may not want to ruin them, and so whatever she does at least won’t be bad enough to wreck the fine clothes. I slide into the white slip and then pull on the deep blue robe. There’s a simple sash to tie the garment, much less complicated then the red obi from yesterday.

As I think it I remember the first demon harshly ripping off the beautiful clothes, the blood red obi descending onto the floor in a careless heap. It runs through my mind without stopping, like a great river going over a waterfall. All of the demons, the cruel whips and claws of the females, and him.

Katsuro. He hurt me. He’s just as bad as them.

My knees buckle and I crumple in on myself, trying to make myself as small as possible. It hurts too much, there’s too much!

Breathe, just breathe. Come on, get up now or else they’ll punish you for being lazy and lying on the ground.

I should make the bed, clean up the spilled water on the floor, it’s my fault anyway.

I really just want to die. There is no good in life, no good or kindness left in the world. So there is no reason to live. There is no place for this half-breed other than under the fists of those stronger.

My mother always said, when she could still speak, that if I looked hard enough I would find the one for me. The one who would give me love. I had asked her what that word meant; love. She had smiled one of her rare smiles at me, and said, “You’ll know when you find it.”

That’s one of the last memories I have of her. Shortly after that she became so broken she lost the ability to speak and the slavers disposed of her. It was such a long time ago, I forget her name and the name she used to call me. She was half-demon as well, I remember that, and I remember her saying my father was half-demon too.

I never knew my father. He was able to escape the slave camp, and mother could never explain why he never came back for us.

My ears flip up when I hear footsteps that could be coming to this room, so I quickly uncurl myself and get back in the bed, pulling the covers up to under my eyes. I don’t want to bow to her, I will if she threatens me, but I don’t want to bow anymore.

The door opens and Naomi comes in again with the kettle now full and steam lazily drifting from the spout. Naomi sees me under the covers and chuckles, “You don’t have to hide little one. I will not hurt you.”

I still don’t believe her, and don’t come out even as she gets a cup and fills it with tealeaves and hot water. She frowns when she sees the bowl with meat in it, apparently she thinks I didn’t eat any. Good, there’s no way she can punish me for eating food that was obviously prepared for a lord of the palace.

She sets the cup of tea on the bedside table and sighs, “Well, I’m going to leave you alone again and leave this here for you Mizuki. Please eat and drink, it’ll make you feel better. I’ll be back later to check up on you. Would you like Kat to check up on you as well?”

Yes. Oh by the gods yes. But no, he hurt me, he’s not the person I thought he was. He’ll just hurt me again if he sees me.

Naomi reads my expression and says softly, “You don’t have to see him yet little one. I’ll be back later.”

She leaves again and I feel terrible. My body hurts everywhere and I feel sick and cold, but even worse is how torn I feel. I want to see my Kat-sama. The man who showed me kindness for the first time in my miserable life. I shiver under the thick blanket and the memory of him last night pounds into my head. What if that’s the person who I see when I see him again? The one who hurt me just like all the others.

I lay down against the fluffy pillows, burying my face in their softness and breathing in his scent. It’s the scent that makes me warm inside and makes my heart speed up. It’s the scent I think my mother knew I would find someday.

But he took part in the horrid initiation. He was the one that finished it. How could he be the one to give me love?

A few hours pass, and I end up drinking all of the tea and eating all of the food. Eventually my boredom gets the better of me and I start exploring Katsuro’s room. The furniture is very exquisite but subtle, and is mostly dark woods with red and violet colors. Everything seems too big. Even the robe I’m in now is still too big for me, it pools around me in a large blue puddle. I feel like a child in this room.

I wish there were things that were left open for me to explore and distract myself with. Everything is so neat and put away. I wonder if Katsuro is actually this neat or if he was trained to be like this. Or if it isn’t even him who keeps his room so nice, maybe he leaves all of the cleaning to the servants.

Why am I thinking about him? Last night flashes in my head again and I feel sick. I clench my teeth and take a deep breath.

He was so nice yesterday. So similar to his father, and yet so different. Sesshomaru is so cold and filled with hate, but I thought his son was nothing like that.

I sigh and close my eyes and recall the details of his face; pale skin with delicate bones and high cheeks, silver-white bangs that fall messily around his face and the bulk cascading down his back, a purple crescent moon shows through the thick bangs on his forehead, and four thin blue scars, two on each cheek. I wonder if he was born with those markings or if he was scarred by an outside source.

My lips tug into a smile when I remember how he taught me to bow properly, his strong chest covering my back, the folds of the kimono blanketing me…

Why am I thinking about him with such affection? I hate him. He’s as horrible as the rest of them.

At least… I should hate him.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear voices outside the door. My ears perk up to listen and move closer to the door.

I hear Naomi, “She seems physically ok…”

Then the unmistakable voice, “But…”

Kat-sama. No, no don’t think that way. He is nothing to me, he’s Lord Katsuro.

“I asked if she wanted to see you, and she looked completely horrified.”

Katsuro doesn’t answer for a moment and I get closer, almost pressing my ear to the door to try to judge what he’s thinking.

Then he says softly, “Should I try to apologize?”

Apologize? To me? Why would he do that?

Naomi responds, “What do you think Kat? Try and put yourself in her shoes for a moment…”

“I have been in her shoes, Naomi,” he cuts in, a dark tone to his voice. I almost gasp in shock. What does that mean??

The servant sighs, “Then you should know if you should apologize. Though I would suggest waiting a few more days, the poor girl is still recovering and her mind is fragile right now.”

I hear Katsuro sigh, then ask Naomi almost inaudibly, “Who have I become?” He sounds miserable.

Naomi sighs as well, “You’ve made a mistake Kat, and a damned big one.” I’m taken aback by her bluntness and also the casual way she talks to him. She continues, “I can’t predict the future, but if you try hard you may be able to gain back some fraction of the trust that the girl first gave to you… You know you were foolish to ask for it so quickly anyway.”

“I know. I just…”

“Yes Kat, I understand. Just go and worry about fixing yourself for a little while, I’ll worry about fixing little Mizuki for now.”

The doorknob turns and I scurry back to the bed and sit on the edge. She’ll definitely beat me if she knew I was eavesdropping.

I keep my eyes to the floor as she walks in and I smell Katsuro’s scent slowly recede down the hallway as he silently walks away.

Naomi says something, but I don’t hear her, I can only feel the sinking feeling in my stomach that I won’t be able to see him today. But at the same time, I never want to see him again.

No, that’s not quite right. I never want to see the demon last night again who raped me. I want Kat-sama to walk into that door. To come back and cover me in his warmth again and let me feel what real strength is like. That’s all I want.

“Won’t that be fun Mizuki?” Naomi says a little louder.

I look back at her, realizing that she’s been telling me something and I haven’t been listening.

She repeats herself, “Tomorrow the fitter is coming in to get some clothes made for you,” she says with a smile. “That way you won’t be tripping over yourself in those oversized things. Sound fun?”

I blink, realizing that Katsuro is staying true to what he promised. I slowly nod and bring a smile to Naomi’s face, even though getting fitted by more demons doesn’t sound fun at all.

But now I can’t stop thinking about their conversation. What did Katsuro mean, that he had been in my shoes before? He’s been at the mercy of his demon subjects? Did all demons have to go through the initiation? Or was it something that resembled what I went through?

So many questions and no answers, it makes my mind tired. All I really want is to feel Kat-sama again. My stomach aches for him, and my heart feels torn over him. Who will walk through that door when I see him next? My Kat-sama, or Katsuro, the son of the Lord Sesshomaru?
[Tell me what you think, I know it was a little boring, but hey, creating plot tends to be a little slow >.> Thanks again guys]
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