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Proserpina	By : Cathartesaura Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 19896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Quietly, Kagome stole away from camp, slipping through the trees. Her destination was a vale over the next hillside, where she had heard a rare, night-blooming flower grew; Kagome had to see it, even though Inuyasha said it was dangerous to travel at night.
What Inuyasha doesn't know . . . she thought to herself, ducking under the branch of a fallen tree.
She slowed her pace as she crested the hill, staring nervously into the gloomy darkness below her. Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But before she could serious consider turning back, she caught sight of something white and faintly glowing from the fork of a fallen tree. The flowers!
She skidded down the slope of the hill, catching herself on the bushes as she went, until she reached the place that the flowers were growing. Now that she knew what to look for she could see them all around her, peeking out from the holes in hollow trees, twining around the upper branches, just visible in the shadows.
It was kind of creepy in the vale, but the delicate blooms were so beautiful that Kagome forgot to be afraid; they appeared to be some kind of orchid, but they filled the night air with a faint scent like jasmine. She rushed delightedly from blossom to blossom, wherever they were visible between the hulking shapes of trees.
The desire to pick one was almost overwhelming. Kagome bit her lip, hesitating over to the largest bloom she had seen, almost luminous in the dark.
Tentatively, she reached to pluck it from its spot in the cleft of a branch; her fingers paused, almost withdrew. But she wanted to take it back to the camp and show her friends, and the flowers would not last another night. Emboldened, she reached out and broke off the stalk.
"How cruel," said a hissing voice behind her, and Kagome let out a shriek of surprise; she had heard no-one approach, but now rough hands grabbed her and hauled her against a solid chest. Something scaly and horrible clamped over her mouth, forcing her head back. "It was very foolish of you to leave the safety of the camp," the voice continued, close to her ear. "Now my useless little brother will not be able to try and save you."
Sesshomaru?
Kagome tried to twist around in his grasp to see, but he easily restrained her, one arm tight enough around her waist to force all the air out of her body. Her feet were dangling above the ground, and as she struggled the flower dropped from her fingers. She had a minute to regret its loss. Then he released her mouth, and before she could scream something wrapped tight around her neck and began to squeeze. She panicked, tried to thrash, and in a few seconds felt herself loosing consciousness. Her vision was narrowing into a circle, a pinhead; she heard her pulse pounding frantically in her ears. Inuyasha! she screamed in her mind, before everything swam into black.
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Gradually, Kagome became aware of rocking movement, then the terrible aching of her head, and finally the dryness of her mouth. She blinked slowly, but it was difficult to move; she was disoriented and dizzy. Her world was swaying, and it took her a moment to realize that she was hanging upside-down.
She moaned and tried to sit up, but found that she could not move her arms, which were above her head; finally, with a lot of effort, she managed to open her eyes.
With her hair hanging over her face she could hardly see, and what she did see was not good. She was stretched on her stomach over something with leathery brown skin: her hands were bound in front of her face with green strips of cloth - was that - she found herself getting angry - were those torn from her skirt?
Her legs had been secured as well, and now that she thought about it she was could feel the breeze hitting her backside, exposed by her position slung over the back of Sesshomaru's dragon like a sadle-blanket.
She began to struggle and fume, pulling on the bonds that held her arms and legs in place. She could remember the vale, the flowers, the abduction, but now it was light and they were moving through the deep forest; she must have slept for many hours.
"So you're awake," came Sesshomaru's calm voice, seemingly unconcerned by her struggling. The swaying came to a stop.
She almost screamed when she felt his hand come to rest on her behind; for a minute, she flashed to memories of Miroku. But Sesshomaru merely anchored her in place as he bent to cut her ankles free. They were lashed to her wrists by the rope that stretched under the belly of the dragon.
A hand fisted firmly in her hair and hauled her up - then she was sliding the few feet to the ground. Before she could bring her hands up to push the hair out of her face, they were twisted behind her back and she was pushed up against the beast's side. One of his legs pressed between her own, locking her in place.
"Sesshomaru, please -"
Whatever she was about to say was lost when Sesshomaru forced some kind of rag into her mouth, holding it in place with his hand. Before she could try to spit it out he had fitted a strip of cloth between her lips and tied it tightly behind her head. She tried hopelessly to scream but it came out muffled by the cloth, and she could only moan softly.
Sesshomaru turned her around to face him, holding both her wrists in one hand. There was something strange about that hand - was it scaly? - and Kagome could feel blunt claws digging into her skin.
"I do not feel the need to listen to human chatter. You are here until my brother surrenders the Tetsusaiga," said Sesshomaru serenely, keeping her from wrenching away. "If you are good I will not harm you. You will obey me and be cooperative. That is all you need to know."
There were quite a few things that Kagome felt she needed to know, such as, Had he lost his damn mind? But for obvious reasons, she could not ask him anything. Sesshomaru seemed done with their conversation anyway.
"Do not move," he instructed. He turned her again and tied her hands tightly behind her, using a strip of familiar green material. Kagome looked down at the hem of her skirt and was indignant to find that he had torn off a good half of it, so that her thighs were barely covered.
She watched as he retrieved the broken-off rope, looking at his mismatched hands: one was normal, the other was green and clawed. So he had not yet been able to regrow the limb that Inuyasha cut off. Kagome shuddered at the wicked-looking appendage, remembering the feel of it against her mouth.
He fashioned what appeared to be a noose out of the rope, and when he approached her again she shrank back in fear. He ignored her, dragging her forward with the scaly hand and holding her still while he looped the rope around her already-abused throat. He tightened the knot until it rested in the hollow of her neck, and Kagome whimpered and almost choked. Narrowing his eyes, he loosened the rope a little so she could breathe.
She watched while he tied the other end of the rope to the saddle of the dragon, leading her forward like a leash. Then he jerked on the dragon's harness and started forward, pulling Kagome along with them. If she tripped or walked too slowly, she would be strangled.
Humiliated and fighting back the tears that gathered in her eyes, Kagome struggled to keep up.
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