Summary: Abused and left for dead, Rin runs into a uniquely broken man. He was incapable of feelings in less blood dripped from his blade. Finally, she gave him real reason to kill & someone to accept the dark abyss within him—since she had an equally endless one.
Pairing: Rin x Sesshomaru
Story Warnings: Rape/Implied-Rape (not descriptive), Implied Abuse/Violent Sex, Pedophilia (age 15 & not on Sesshomaru's part), Violence, Blood/Gore, Sexual Content, & Lewd Language—if one or all of these topics bother you; this probably isn't the story for you
.|.Revenge's Reaper.|.
•.Chapter One: The Birth of Darkness.•
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Stumbling steps showed her the way home, nothing but the slimming sunlight from twilight's fall to lead her way. It was the scummy outskirts of Kyoto that she sought refuge, within a one bedroom apartment on the fifth floor of a crappy complex that she crawled her way up the stairs to. Never before had she been so relieved to see the number 543 in her life. She didn't even care how the three was well on its way to turning over completely, only hanging in there by one nail and some glue.
Sobs were swallowed back as she fumbled to open the door with her dirt ridden hands covered in flakes of ruby red and scabs. For a second her broken nails, some so far that it made her fingers bleed all the more, caught her attention and a horrid memory came to surface—with nails that were once painted pink, she clawed at the hard, cold, iron around her wrists.
Sharp breaths in snapped her back as the door opened up, she couldn't help but frown all the more at that. Did her mother never learn to lock the door? It wasn't a safe world… monsters lurked around every corner.
Her dusty coffee colored eyes shifted around the dimly lit living room then to the other half that was a kitchen.
"Rin!" she cringed at the coarse curve of the word while her eyes landed upon the wobbly woman who held a nearly empty bottle of brandy in her hand.
"Mom," Rin wanted whimper but nothing came out of her quivering lips.
"What's wrong with you?" the elder lady that had not changed out of her pajamas in God only knows how long hissed with a wave of her hand towards the sink. "Dishes haven't been done in forever!"
Dishes… that was pushing it, it was more like her drinking glasses hadn't been cleaned in seven days—that was probably why she drank straight from the bottle. There were five dishes, four of which were from Rin herself the two days before her… her… she shook her head and blinked away the tears that swelled in her eyes. Her mother was a skinny women, she only ate when she remembered to, half the time she was too drunk to realizes that food was a necessity.
"And the living room's a mess!" She declared as she kicked some of the derby about, "you're supposed to clean every other day!"
"I've been gone for a week," she meant to scream but it didn't come out at all, just an incoherent crackle of sounds—her throat still sore from all her cries for mercy and help making her vocal cords mute. All the while she had hoped and prayed her mother had noticed her absence and reported it to the police... that someone was out there looking for her when in reality no one apparently gave a fuck.
"Get cleanin' girl," her mother insisted with another wave of her bottle, it slipped out of her drunken grip and fell upon the floor, letting the dark liquid pool out. "Damn it, Rin! Look what you've done!"
Having a father that walked out of her when she was just an infant was something she had dealt with ages ago but a mother that drank almost nonstop to cope with that reality…? That she had never accepted, that hurt each time her mother's words start to slur. The realization, though, that all the alcohol made it simple for her mother to not even notice her gone for seven sickening days made her fumble as she ran into the bathroom to drop to her knees and vomit.
Everything swirled around as she grasped the sink to help her stand up—the water she used to risen her mouth made her finally realize how thirsty she really was. She dipped her head below running water with an open mouth, swallowing so much down that she felt she might explode. At first, she thought it would be a good idea to wash her hands but then… she just stared at them, the scratched up, dirt ridden, things that they were.
All she knew for certain in that moment was that she had to get the hell out of her home—the one place she had yearned to return to the entire time that… no, she shook her head from that thought as she turned around and rushed to the bedroom her mother and her shared. She grasped a sweater to cover the rags she wore, it was a size too big so it had to be her mother's—that and it was an ugly orange color.
That didn't matter to her; she found a pair of her sneakers and slid them on her bare feet before she made her way out of the apartment, swearing to herself never to return in the process. She rubbed her throat as she looked back at the door she slammed shut, finally freeing the glow that kept the three up, allowing it to topple over so it looked more like an E. She hadn't anything to really say to her mother and even if she wanted to… her words wouldn't come out. Her throat was torn up from screaming to heartless monsters.
Seven days ago… she could barely believe it, it seemed like an eternity.
Walking home from school alone wasn't the best of ideas for a fifteen year old girl but it was only one more block until her apartment complex, her friends lived in a different direction. They had done it a thousand times without thinking twice about splitting up to go their own ways. The night was about to cascaded across the sky to top it off. Generally, she got back to school around four to four thirty because of her clubs but that night she had gone to a karaoke bar to celebrate the sixteenth birthday of one of her friends, it was just a cruel reminder that she was the youngest in the girl.
As soon as a rather choppy man with thick black glasses walked up to her, some sweat dripping from his long forehead, she knew she needed to get the hell away from him.
"Pardon me," she whispered as she stepped aside only to be countered by his own movement, "excuse me."
"So cute," he grumbled as his constantly scanning eyes shifted about the empty corner before his fat fingers were placed on her mouth and arm around her throat. "So fucking cute."
Instantly, she began to mumble and kick her feet as he pulled her off the ground while a unmarked white van spun around the corner. The moment the door opened a man placed a black bag over her head as she was thrown upon the hard floor. Her hands were then tied together; along with her feet no matter how much she tried to struggle it did not matter.
That was the start of her hell.
A deep breath stung her horse throat, sparked by the sight of a police officer. Maybe everything could be made right? Maybe he could bring them to justice? Maybe… the world wasn't such a sick and horrible place? Once she reached him she extended her hand to grab his sleeve and earn his attention, instantly one of his thick, furry, brows bent up.
"What the fuck?" he grumbled, "what do you want?"
"I…" she managed to get out before clearing her throat, "I…"
"What are you on?" he asked with a sigh, "huh? Teens these days, getting drugged out earlier and earlier—what are you, fourteen?"
How, How could he ask her that? She chocked as she stumbled back.
"Sweetheart," she heard a high-pitched woman proclaim as she stepped out of the liquor store with a white long dress and fake curly blonde hair, a penciled on mole upon her left cheek. Rin's brows bent together as her coffee glance quickly moved between the two. "Who's this? What costume are you supposed to be wearing, little girl? Where are your parents?"
Marilyn fucking Monroe hanging all over a cop? It was October… the end of it, Halloween. She shook her head swiftly as she walked forward. Her stare altered between costumes to costume, some of grotesque creatures. Seeing all the masks of monsters made her her quicken he pace, her eyes trying to avert them all. How was this fun? It made her want to cry, but no tears would roll down her cheek just yet. She had just lived through a week of monsters… what was she supposed to do?
A blindfold was wrapped around her eyes the first time a man came into the room she was kept in, her wrists locked in iron handcuffs along with her ankles. She had already made her skin raw with her attempts at escaping them but... she'd never break free.
"Hot damn, you are a cute little thing, ain't ya?" he inquired with his thick Osaka accent—something she had never been fond of, only then she was given a real reason to detest it.
"Get away!" She screamed the second she felt his touch against her bare legs, she had passed out along the ride and when she awoke her clothes were gone… nothing but the fall breeze against her bare skin.
"No, baby, I'm paying good money to my friend to get an hour with ya'—real good money to be the first," he bragged as he ran his hand up her thighs to her center. That was what made her scream the first time, and what sparked him to push a smelly dirty-sock into her mouth.
She closed her eyes tightly when she felt him pry open her legs wide to thrust into her, causing nothing but pain and muffled screams for her first hour of misery.
Her mind was snapped away from her first nightmarish experience to someone donned in pure black with a bloody mask who screamed boo out to her. It startled her enough that she grabbed her heart from below the long orange sleeves, but no yelp of her own came out.
"I'm a big bad boogey man, bitch! I'm going to tear you to pieces!" he tried to have a gruff voice but it cracked once, he was probably only a couple years older than her at most… but the terror she felt was real enough and splattered across her expression so much so that he pulled up his mask to show his pink pimpled face. "Sorry, girl, I was dared to by my friends, don't cry. I'm not really a monster or anything."
All she did was shake her head as she pushed passed him to start to run away from the crowd of Kyoto, her home city since birth…
Screams constantly left her lips at the sting of a whip against her back, her hands locked together in front of her against the bedpost, tears trickling down her eyes at all the cruel words that left the assaulters mouth. Ritualistically, after the third hit he'd cast his weapon to the side before he crawl onto the bed behind the kneeling girl. One of his hands would yank her hip up with the other inserted three fingers into her mouth to keep her from screaming. The taste of his dirt covered, sweaty, fingers was what she remembered the most before he started to do her from behind.
When she found a quite place, an abandoned warehouse of sorts, that was far away from all the Halloween chaos she decided it was secluded enough that… why not just go ahead and die there? How could she live with what had happened to her? There were still open wounds on her back, cuts all up and down her legs and arms, and so much else wrong with her that why the hell not just let all the problems kill her?
How could she ever put the nightmare behind her and find a way to live happily ever after…? No, that reality was left far, far behind her.
"You'd be dead soon," was how the next rapist would start each session. His voice was always so hoarse, gruff, grotesque. He would never gag her because, "I love to hear you scream for me. Do it all you want, it doesn't make a difference—no one's going to find you. I'll be the one to cut you open from stomach to throat once we're done with you, like all the other girls."
The talk of blood and gore, of the way her guts would look once he slit her open, was what got him off before he began to bang into her violently.
A rustling noise caught her attention, grunts and grumbles caused her heart to freeze as she slowly walked over to the door of the warehouse to take a glance inside. All she wanted to do was see…
There was the voyeur, the guy that grabbed her—she recognized his voice, the same nasally one that called her cute. He'd just sit somewhere across the room, she supposed, it was just his hard breathing that made her realize he was there at all before he'd tie her to a chair, her legs spread so he could see every bit of her… she heard his grunts as he pleased himself just at the sight of her, mutter how cute she was all the while.
The vile voyeur was the best out of the five that would repetitively rape her, at least he never really touched her… that was better, she supposed.
Cautiously, she tilted out from behind the door to see a dimly lit room where a tall, slender, man stood. Somehow he shimmered in the darkness; his long silver strands glowed as bright as the moon, his pale skin seemed heavenly as well. Instantly, she thought he was beautiful—like a piece of artwork, a statue, something to be admired from afar… after a few blinks her gaze altered to the man before him, covered in sweat, his big eyes bulging as he tried to struggle free from the rope around his hands that kept him hanging off the ground, his feet also tied up.
He hung above black plastic bags spewed across the ground. She wasn't sure what to make of the scene. Were they playing out some sort of Halloween play? Was it a prank? For the most part, she didn't really care what he was up to… somehow; it just made her feel better to stare at him before the glimmer of a knife caught her attention. She titled her head slightly to see it better. Slowly, the silver haired man stabbed the blade into the man's chest right below his ribs, at an upward slant.
A man of slim build, she could feel that when his body was pressed against hers, was the one she hated to see the most. Only because he came more frequently than the man with the whip and the throbbing pain of his blade was far worse than the sting of the other man's lashes. The silence was eerie as well.
He never spoke a single word to her, there was just the smell of Shichimi Togarashi dug deep into his skin to identify it was him before the cold blade touched her. He'd slide it up her bare stomach not cutting her at all just to see her scrum, the terror contort on her face, before minutes past by with nothing but the sound of a blow torch. Then… the burning blade would start to slice her legs and arms, not deep, just enough to spark some blood. He'd lick it off of her as he fondled him from below.
The entire time she was petrified he'd thrust his knife into her core.
Her world began to spin from that memory… or was it the blood loss? She barely noticed the red stains starting to show all over her ruined orange sweater as she fell to the ground. Everything seemed to be in slow motion after her bare knees touched the cold concrete, her lids shut halfway as she watched the glowing man turn his intention instantly in search of the sound. He slid his blade, dripping of blood, out of the man before his stare landed on her.
It was amazing how much his gaze remaindered her of the sun… something she had not seen in a week. A smile shifted up her perched, chapped, lips as he began to walk over to her. To her, it seemed as if he were floating on air. Even then, she knew she should have been scared of him but… she wasn't.
Maybe he'd free her from all her pain then and there with that knife. The way he had stabbed that man seemed so clean and efficient, stopping the struggle of the hanging man quickly before his body grew lifelessly limp. If it were by a man that looked like a god, she'd accept death… it was better than the five disgusting monsters getting a hold of her again.
Carelessly she fell to the side so her head hit the concrete, her eyes fluttering shut when he was merely a few steps away from her. The bland expression cascaded across his face was interesting—she wished she could seem so careless.
She wished she could feel nothing… then her world went black, praying all the while that when—if—she opened her eyes it wouldn't have been a dream. That she had really gotten away from them… that she would end up in that vulgar room. The room that gave birth to the darkness that would begin to fester within her—a desire that only the slender, silver haired man could understand, accept and allow to grow.
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A/N: I had this idea and decided the only couple that I thought would work really well for this story is Sesshomaru and Rin. This is the first story I've written centering the two characters, let alone their romantic relations. Hope you enjoy and please review.
