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Chapter Nine
Found Moon
“We’re getting closer,” Inuyasha said. He stopped as the stepped past a tree and stared at the gloomy castle ahead of them. “Look, that’s Naraku’s place. Come on!”
He ran forward, the others following him as quickly as they were able.
*****
I am slipping in and out of consciousness now… I dare not sleep, though. Once, and only once, I know not how long ago, I think I must have passed out from exhaustion… I awoke with a scream on my lips that I was barely able to hold back as he cruelly shoved what felt like his entire hand into me. So no, I dare not sleep. I have had dreams when I must have passed out, however. Demons do not dream. If a demon dreams, it is either a memory or a prophecy – either something that has already happened, or something that will. I must believe, then, that when I dreamed of Inuyasha finding this place, it meant that he is really going to. Either that, or I am going insane.
I have no idea how long I have been here. I have lost track of the times I have felt the moon rise, but I believe the new moon has already happened again. The meat on the floor is rotting, and the stench alone is almost more than I can stand. He told me that I get no more food until I eat that, and I am not allowed to eat that, even, until I ‘clean up my mess’. I am parched and starving, literally starving to death. I do not want to consider what this is doing to my child – or to Naraku’s, for I know now that I am also carrying his evil spawn, though I have not yet told him. I would not mind this if it were only his, for then I could quite happily die and end this torture. I will not, however. I cannot allow myself to die while I am still carrying Inuyasha’s child.
I know not when he plans to visit me again. It seems to me that they have been becoming more sporadic, but I cannot be sure. Perhaps he is growing bored with me – I cannot even pretend that mercy has anything to do with it. I wonder if he will simply let me starve to death, if he has lost interest. Simply not come back – for what he is doing, disgusting as it is… is probably keeping me alive. Or perhaps he will fuck me to death… if that is possible, he would be the one to find a way to do it. Neither is a peasant prospect… but neither is life, continuing as I am existing now. I have nothing to brighten the prospect of my future… even if I could miraculously escape, or be freed, from Naraku, Inuyasha does not want me. I would be killed quickly. My child is not enough… if it is born here, it will either be killed or raised to be another Naraku. I doubt I would survive long enough to give birth to it outside of here, but if I did, I would not survive much longer; I would not be able to raise it. My goal, should I escape, would only be to live long enough to deliver the child to Inuyasha and hope he raised it well. As it is…
I do not even look up as the door opens. I know who it is – why should it be anyone else? As he walks toward me without a word, I find myself shrinking back against the bed… even after all this time, I do not want him to touch me…
“What’s the matter, pet? Not running over to lick your master’s hand?”
Growling takes too much energy; all I can do is try to stay away from him. It is hard to move… I need to eat. I need water. I need to get away from here.
None of that is going to happen anytime soon.
He puts his hand on my head, and I flinch; I cannot help it. I hear a smile in his voice. “It’s all right, pet; I suppose, given your position, I can be magnanimous and forgive you staying put. Hm…” He picks up some of my hair. “Need to wash your hair, pet. Would you like a bath?”
I would… I so desperately would. I am disgusting, filthy. I am covered in dirt and blood, though the wounds that seeped it have healed, and worst of all, his seed… and even some of mine. I would like nothing better than to be clean again, with the obvious exceptions of my freedom or a quick death. But I dare not tell him so – he would twist it, pervert it somehow, and I have taken about all the perversion I can.
He yanks my head forward with his hand in my hair; the pain barely registers anymore.
“I asked you a question, bitch.”
“Yes.”
“’Yes’ what?”
“Yes…. Master.”
He smiles slightly. “You would like a bath?” I say nothing, and he seems not to mind this time. “Perhaps that can be arranged…” I wait for the rest of it – the catch. There must be a catch. Some way he intends to make this humiliating or painful for me.
“Of course, since I don’t trust you enough to let you out of my sight, you’d have to take it with me…”
“Never.”
I flinch even before he raises his hand to strike me; I spoke without thinking. The blow still knocks me to the bed, and I lie there without moving, too weak and exhausted to move, and look up at with through my half-closed eyes. My once-beautiful hair… I was so vain of it…. now stringy and greasy, and not even pure silver but more the slightly dirty color of Inuyasha’s, falls in front of my face. I feel too weak to even take the trouble to move it.
He sits on the bed and moves it for me, ostensibly to get a better look at my face. I shudder at the touch of his cool fingers on my forehead. “What was that answer again, Sessho-maru-chan?”
I close my eyes. “No.” It no longer seems to matter to me… Let him beat me. I will take what perverse pleasure I can in angering him if I am able to. With any luck, he will kill me. I cannot stand to be his prisoner any longer…
He drives his fist deep into my stomach, and my eyes fly open. He is still attacking my child? You cruel, sadistic bastard…
“Your answer?”
I do not know why, but I cannot give in to this – I cannot lose this battle…
“No!”
I try to protect my stomach even as I say it, but he yanks my head back as I try to curl up and punches my stomach twice in quick succession. I gag, feeling bile rise in my throat. No! I cannot throw up – it will mean that my child is lost if I do…
I calm my stomach with deep breaths and open my eyes as far as I am able to look at him. I am torn – stop the abuse of Inuyasha’s innocent child, or let him continue and hope he kills his own instead. But… I cannot let Inuyasha’s child suffer.
“You will kill your child, Naraku,” I say as loudly as I can… I doubt he can hear me very well even so.
“Naraku?” he asks – I can see him preparing to hit me again.
“Naraku… sama…”
“Much better; I guess it is possible to teach old dogs new tricks. Now, my child? Are you only saying this to keep me from killing yours, or are you telling me the truth? You wouldn’t dare lie to me, would you, Sessho-chan?”
“No… I am carrying your child… you hanyou filth… And you are killing them both by starving and abusing me.”
He smiles. “I choose to believe you, pretty pet of mine, and will even overlook your foul mouth this once. But I also know my son will not starve; he’ll take what he needs from your other bastard child, and from you.”
Why do they both assume they will have a son?
“I have nothing to give. If it attempts to take anything from me, I will die, and it will die with me.”
“Stop being so melodramatic.” He pats my head, making me shudder again. “You’re not going to die until after you have my child. In fact, I think I might take pains to keep you alive, if he’s as strong and beautiful as he should be. If he’s substandard in any way, I guess I’ll have to find a new pet… but somehow, I don’t think he will be.” I give him no reaction, and he seems to frown. “That was a compliment, pet. I haven’t spent all this time training you just for you to be ungracious.”
Compliment? It was a compliment for him to say that he does not think he shall have to kill me because our child is substandard? I suppose, in a twisted sort of way…
“And I really do want to feed you, koinu, I do. It’s only your own fault that you’re starving. You know what you have to do to get your food; it’s not even that hard. In fact, I’ll give you fresh food if you do it. If not… well, then I suppose you’ll starve.”
“I will not do it. I will never do it.”
“As you wish. You seem to be surviving on your current diet. Speaking of which…”
I try to move away from him. “No…”
He pauses. “Excuse me?”
“Please, no, Master…”
He smiles, and leans closer to me, but his hands move from his pants to the bed, and I can breathe at least slightly easier. “Well, this is a treat. You seem to be learning – you didn’t have to be told to use my title, after all. And the begging is a nice touch.”
Was I begging…? I did not mean to… but, please, do not do that to me again… I cannot stand it…
He leans forward and kisses me; I try to pull away, but I am against the wall, and he holds my head still. I close my eyes to avoid having to see him, though I cannot block out the smell, and hear a whimper from my own throat. Please, do not touch me! I cannot stand this… I cannot take it… I think I must go insane or give up and die if he will not stop touching me… stop touching me like this…
“Mm… still good with that tongue,” he says quietly as he releases me; I still do not look at him. I cannot.
“Please, do not touch me…”
He pats the side of my face before he lets me go completely. “Well, I suppose there’s no need for me to take you again… that would be overkill, after all.” I cannot yet be relieved… there is something more there… “But I wouldn’t want you to starve.”
“Please.”
“Please what? Let you starve? Even I’m not that cruel, inu-chan. And if you won’t eat the food I’ve provided for you, I’ll have to feed you myself.”
Please… no…
“On your knees, whore.”
I obey. I have little other choice. What will I do instead – resist, and have him force me? I have only the choice of how unpleasant for myself I make this. I have had it very unpleasantly, and now I only wish to get it over with as quickly as I possibly can. Then he will leave, and I will be alone again… perhaps I will die before he returns again. No – I am not that lucky.
My eyes still closed, I sense him in front of my face and obediently open my mouth. Slowly, only barely hesitating, I reach out with my tongue and lick the very tip of his member, just to assure myself of where it is. I can picture it perfectly in my mind, and have no need to open my eyes. I can see in my mind’s eye everything I do as I do it. Licking it along the underside from the base to the tip. I wrap my tongue around it twice, just the way he likes, and squeeze gently. His moans disgust me. His hand in my hair makes me tense. I remove my tongue and gently lick the underside of his balls… And right about…
Now. He tightens his hand on my head and shoves himself fully into me. I am used to it, but I still gag slightly. “Suck, whore…” he mutters, and I obey, and let my tongue do what it can. He will finish soon and leave me alone… That is what makes me continue, as he uses me as he always does. My throat is bleeding again, as are my lips… I do not care. I cannot breathe, but I do not care. He will leave me alone soon, sooner if I am better…
“Come on, bitch… do what you were made for…”
His words ring true. I seem to have been made for this, for precisely this… and everyone seems to have always been able to see it except for me…
I force myself to purr, and he chokes back a small cry as he suddenly releases deep in my throat. I was expecting it; I swallow all that I can, because I know he wants me to. Give him less reason to be annoyed with me, or less reason to ‘punish’ me, and perhaps he really will go away and leave me alone… Perhaps he will not stay and torture me…
He pulls away after a moment, and I swallow what is left and gasp for air, letting myself slump over onto the bed, my forehead resting on my arm, my dirty hair covering me. His hand finds its way to me head, and I do not even have the energy to flinch. His seed rest heavy in my stomach, like I have swallowed metal; I need food, but I have none, and my body tries to digest what it is given, even if what it is given has no business being there in the first place… I cannot live like this much longer. I am not even sure how I have survived this long.
“Good dog,” he says. “You swallowed all of that, didn’t you?” Did I? I suppose so. I did not even notice. Please, just leave me alone. For once in your life, keep your word and leave me alone now…
“Go away…”
His hand grabs my hair and lifts my head, making me look at him. He is waiting for something.
“…Master.”
He lets me go; my head drops back to the bed. I am too tired… I cannot even hold my head up…
“I was going to give you some water for being such a good pet,” he says. “But then you had to go and forget what you were supposed to call me… You get nothing.”
I expected little less… I am not even sure if I should believe him when he says he was going to give me water. I doubt he would be so kind. Kind? Naraku? No. Never. No, if he gives me anything, I will have to humiliate and debase myself for it…
He moves from the bed, and I hear his steps across the room. He pauses by the door. “I’ll check up on you soon, my pet.” I do not react as he leaves.
I am alone again… blissfully alone…
I am so tired…
Naraku comes into the room and slams the door shut, and I find him glaring at it when I slowly look up at him. He is not looking at me, and he seems angry… Is he here to take out his anger on me? I doubt I would survive…
Then he does look at me. “Eyes down, bitch,” he snaps. I lower my eyes and shrink away from him, pressing myself back into the wall. Whatever has made him angry, there is a very great chance it has written my death warrant.
“I said eyes down, bitch!” he yells, and backhands me across the face. I barely manage to catch myself on my hand as the door bursts open, my dirty hair cascading around me. So this is why he has come here… someone has come to attack him, an he is running, running as he always does, running like the coward he is…
“Come back here, Naraku!” Whoever has burst into the room is angry… I would be as well… but that voice…
My own voice is hoarse and barely audible. “Inu… yasha…?” I look up at him through my hair – it is him… he has come…
“Stop running away, you co- Sessho-maru?!”
Naraku grabs my hair and forces my head back, showing my face to full advantage. “So you’re the one he almost belongs to? I never would have guessed.”
“YOU BASTARD! You coward, Naraku – you took my brother prisoner? And you’re keeping him prisoner here, like some damn-“
“Sex slave?” he asks. “Or were you going to say pet? Either way, you’re fairly close.”
He throws me away from him, and I fall to the bed again. I do not know why I care that Inuyasha is here… he does not want me anyway… he is only angry that anyone else would want me…
But at least Inuyasha would kill me mercifully…
“YOU’RE DEAD!”
“That bitch is mine!” Naraku says triumphantly. I am too weak to even look at them. “You couldn’t have him back even if you wanted him – but since you don’t, that’s not much of a problem, is it?”
True… it’s all so very true… I would rather Inuyasha kill me than leave me here for Naraku… or take me away only to turn me away again… Good, I can smell the wind scar; Inuyasha is going to use it… perhaps I will die from the blast as well…
Naraku was gone in a cloud of toxic smoke before Inuyasha could kill him, and he angrily slammed the Tetsusaiga into the wall, where it stuck. “God damn you, Naraku!” he yelled, to the air, before he turned his eyes back to Sessho-maru. The expression on his face was suddenly worried, anxious; he sat on his heels immediately beside him and gently brushed the dirty hair from his face. He was unconscious; he looked exhausted, drained. He looked weak. For the first time Inuyasha noticed how thin he was; it looked like Naraku had been starving him…
His stomach bulged slightly, though – he was still carrying the child… then Inuyasha frowned. He could hear two faint heartbeats. Twins? Or…
He growled and tried to pull the collar off, but it would neither disconnect from Sessho nor the wall. Another growl, then he gave up and looked around the room for something to break it. He noticed the rotting meat in the bowl in the corner of the room, the untouched water – he really was treating him like a pet. How was he supposed to get over there, with his chain this short, anyway? Was he just starving him and taunting him with that?
Miroku and Sango ran into the room, followed quickly by Kagome. She blushed when she saw the naked man on the bed, and turned away until Inuyasha covered him with a blanket.
“Who is it?” Miroku asked, standing beside the bed. He still didn’t recognize him from this close.
“It’s… Sessho-maru,” Kagome said, looking closely at him. Then her gaze switched quickly to Inuyasha. “Isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Yeah – that bastard was keeping him as a pet…” His ears flattened, and his claws clenched on the collar. “Come on, somebody help me get this thing off – it’s got a spell on it.”
Miroku immediately stepped up and began chanting. Slowly, it gave way under Inuyasha's hands, and he snapped it apart and pulled Sessho away. He held him carefully as he carried him from the bed.
Sango was inspecting the room. “This meat’s over a month old…” she said. “Has he been here that long, Inuyasha?”
The hanyou nodded again, his ears still flat. “I smelled them both around our camp the morning after I turned human… not last time, but the time before. I think he must have taken him then.”
The others looked solemn; that had been close to six weeks earlier…
“Let’s go,” Inuyasha said, and took his brother gently from the castle.
Someone is touching me… there are clawed hands in my hair. No – I have fallen asleep again!
I jerk away from the touch and move away from him, letting out a small whimper… the bed is hard, much harder than it was before… I smell fresh air… Where am I?
I try to open my eyes, but the brightness hurts and I quickly shut them again with a quiet whine. That was sunlight, though – I am outside. Out… outside? How is that possible? Naraku has never let me from the room…
“Sessho, hey, calm down…” Those same hands on my shoulders again, trying to make me lie back down. I whine and jerk away again, but the light-headedness overtakes me and I fall back to the ground nevertheless. He will do as he wishes to me… I am too weak to fight him…
“Iie, Naraku-sama, onegai…”
“Sessho, it’s okay, Naraku’s gone…” the voice is trying to comfort me – it is not Naraku’s voice. “And don’t you ever call him that again.”
“Hai…” I do not fight as the hands pull my head and shoulders into a lap. “Inuyasha-sama…”
He sounds disturbed. “Don’t call me that either. I’m not your master, Sessho-maru.” He runs his fingers through my hair.
“I thought… you did not want me…” I say haltingly. I am even too weak to speak… I think Inuyasha saved me only to have me die in his arms.
“I changed my mind,” he says. I am content with such an answer. He has done so before.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“No… I need… need food…”
“He starved you?”
“…hai…”
“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”
He moves away from me. I lie on the ground where he left me; I cannot move, I think. I am too weak for this… Perhaps I should just sleep…
“Sessho-maru?” I open my eyes slightly to see him standing above me, holding something in his hand. “Sessho, don’t go to sleep, okay? You were already unconscious for three days… I was beginning to think you weren’t going to wake up.”
I can smell the food he holds… “Inuyasha, I cannot eat that. It is… human food…”
“Sessho, just try, okay?” He hands me the strange-feeling cup of noodles. “It’ll have to do until I can find something for you – just try.”
I take it, feeling as though I have no choice. As soon as the smell of it reaches me full force, I set it on the ground and turn away to throw up. I did not throw up once while Naraku kept me prisoner, but now that I am away from him…
He kneels beside me. “I’m sorry, I had no idea it would affect you that badly.”
“No… it did not… I have just not eaten since he took me…”
“Then what are you throwing up?”
“Blood and semen…” Not my usual diet… Blood? Please, let that be from me and not from Inuyasha’s child…
Inuyasha pulls me close to him again. “That bastard…” he says quietly. “He’s dead.”
I take back the cup of noodles. It smells strange; I wonder if I can eat this at all. After a moment, I sip at the water inside; it tastes strange as well, but not bad. I rather like it, or perhaps I would like anything right now. Either way, I slowly drink it all. I can take that, at least. The broth does not make me ill.
The noodles feel strange in my mouth. I am not used to eating anything that is not bloody, not meat. My teeth are not made for this kind of food, but I manage it.
“What do you think?” he asks as I am halfway done.
“I like it,” I answer honestly. “It is strange.” I wordlessly hand him the rest of it.
“What? I thought you liked it.”
“I can eat no more… I have not eaten since you… since he took me.”
He says nothing and finishes the noodles. I do not mind the silence, but he seems to find it oppressive. “We found your swords,” he finally says. “It turns out Naraku took them. They’re still there, though – none of us could even come near Tokijin, and we just… left Tenseiga alone. Figured you wouldn’t want any of us to touch it.”
I think that what Inuyasha means by that is that he was unable to touch Tenseiga, and refused to allow any of the others to do so. If I am not allowed to touch Tetsusaiga, after all…
“We can go back and get them later,” he finishes. I only nod. I think…. I think, if I had my supposedly ‘useless’ sword, I would be in a much better condition.
More silence. This time, he seems not to mind very much, and it is I that eventually breaks it.
“Inuyasha…”
“Yeah?”
“I am carrying Naraku’s child as well.”
I wait patiently for him to tell me to leave again, to go away and never come back, because I am nothing but a worthless whore… He would be completely justified. He would be completely right. I have no right to expect him to want me back now, carrying another man’s child. Perhaps he will only keep my around until his is born… after that, he can kill me. Perhaps that would be best anyway. Rid the world of my own unclean self, and Naraku’s evil spawn….
“I guessed. It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
He… does not care?
He does not hate me?
He is willing to keep me…?
“Inuyasha…?”
“I said it was okay.” He seems slightly uneasy, as though it’s uncomfortable to talk about. “Get it through your thick head – I can’t hold what Naraku did against you, can I? It’s not like you wanted it.”
Is he telling the truth? “You are a strange person, Inuyasha.”
“Hey. No more name-calling. Are you tired?”
Very much so… “Yes.”
“Then go to sleep. I’ll wake you up so you can eat again in a little while.” He runs his hand through my hair.
“What will you tell your friends?”
He looks at me a little strangely. “They don’t expect me to just leave you like we found you, starved and almost dead. They understand that I dislike you less than I hate Naraku.”
I only nod and rest my head on his shoulder. I do not think I could stay awake if I wan….ted……
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