So like a rose Chapter 2: Memories, an inuyasha fanfic

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Warning: Somewhat explicit 'rape' scene in the chapter. Please be warned. Turn back now if you're offended by such things!!!

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So like a rose: Chapter 2.

Memories...

In his chamber Sesshomaru reminisce of the girl. The girl who's face had haunted him for years. There was something about her that very first day he met her, saved her. Her eyes, captivated his soul. Those innocent, fear filled eyes. Sesshomaru ruffled his bangs and slid his hand through his long silver locks. Rising from his seat, long legs carried him out towards the front door for an evening stroll.

The evening was pleasant, cool and breezy, just how he liked it. Was the woman he saved the same girl he saved years ago? Their faces were almost identical, the woman was of course, more defined, contoured, but at the same time rough - like she's been through a lot. The girl was young, her skin still subtle and smooth, not yet filled with the rough lines of a matured woman. He was young when he saved the girl, the last year of his 'teen'. When he had carried the young woman toward the ambulance, her eyes were closed. If he could only see her eyes he would know for sure that she was one and the same. But he didn't. So now, he wasn't sure. What is it about her that stirred this Sesshomaru so? He wondered to himself.

Her aura.

There was a polarity around her aura that sucked him in. Lured him. Called to him, his being, his beast.

.................Flashback...........

It was years ago but he was the one who saved her. Her hero, her knight in shining armor. She was but a young teen, 12 years old. She remembered that her 13th birthday was but a week away. She was walking home from the store in late afternoon, but it felt almost like night. The sky was dark from the winter weather. But she was still happy trying to keep warm thinking about her birthday, the one day in which she would receive a present. The one time that she could push all the negative things in her life away and wish. Wish upon the candle lights for a better life. A life where she wasn't abused. A life where her mother could protect her, but she knew her fate was sealed. She was doomed to misery and there was nothing she could do to change that. Yet, Kagome kept her hopes alive.

She was almost home when a she felt something hard against her head. She fell onto the ground and groaned. Kagome felt her body being lifted up and carried somewhere. Minutes later she was tossed against a hard wall and slowly she blinked her eyes. Coming to, she realized she was in some strange warehouse, a few men looming over her. Dazed, she couldn't make out if there were eight or six or four. They were snickering as they proceeded to unbuckle their belts.

"She's gonna be so tight!" Kagome heard a gruff voice sneering excitedly with lust.

The others laughed. She struggled to move but her head hurt and she felt almost paralyzed. Then Kagome felt hands groping her all over. She opened her mouth to scream for help but nothing came out. She kicked and flailed her hands and legs about wildly but was quickly pinned down by the other men. When she did managed to find her voice to scream it was covered by rough, rugged hands. Kagome fought with all her might but she was no match against four grown men. She was beaten over and over until she felt delirious so that each time she blinked she saw stars. Kagome whimpered and tears rolled out of her eyes as she heard the sounds of her clothes being ripped.

Not again, not like this, not this many...was all she could pray in her mind. Keep breathing Kagome...

She felt the slap on her face and open her mouth to screamed, only to have a hard flesh shoved in its place. "If you bite me, I swear I'll kill you!" the gruff voice threatened as he raped her mouth. Her hands held back and she felt the cold air hit her body while it was being groped everywhere by various other hands. When she thought all hope was lost his voice rang out.

"GET. OFF. HER!" It was strong and commanding. But something about the voice that lurched in her stomach and rolled her nerves.

"Get out of here, it's none of your fucking business, unless you want to get hurt." One of the men threatened.

"I won't repeat myself. Get. off. her!" The next thing she knew she heard bodies slamming against garbage cans and she was finally released. Scrambling about she gathered pieces of her torn clothing and covered her body as she cringed into a little ball with fear.

Another loud crash and then there was nothing.

Silence.

Her arms curled against her chest as if anticipating to be beaten again. She cringed in the corner, her body pressed against the cold damp wall.

Kagome opened her eyes to see men's body strewn carelessly about. She wasn't sure if they were dead or not. She looked up, her hands still clutching over her chest for protection, and she gazed into eyes of man that could only be real in dreams and fantasies. They were a deep golden amber, the vibrant color only achieved in works of art or the rising or setting of the sun. No one she'd ever met in real life had eyes so vivid, so piercing, so enthralling. If she didn't know any better, she would assume she was dead and in the presence of an angel.

He moved and Kagome cringed, tears rolling off her face in defeat when he removed his haori.

She whimpered when he got close.

"Please don't!" She cried out, her hands covering her head as she continued cower in a little ball.

"Hn." He responded as he draped his haori over her. She opened her eyes again and saw that he had his back turned to her. "Put it on." He said. The deep tone of his voice melted her in a way she never knew. It was almost 'tender'. She'd never been cared for in this way in her entire life.

She followed his instructions and put the haori on. She tried to move and realized that her body was badly beaten. Her ankle was twisted she finally noticed the piercing pain and a soft whimper escaped her chest. Hearing the sound of her painful groan he leaned down and picked her up.

"You'll be okay" he assured her, his voice warm and soothing. As he carried her out of the warehouse, she never blinked, staring at him. His face stoic. His features was something like a work of art, straight nose, angular jaw. Broad strong shoulders and arms that carried her with grace, like she was a mere feather to him. The image of him had burned deep into her memory and into her heart. She didn't know who the man was that saved her. But she loved him still. And from that day, her heart had belonged to him and only him.

As a young woman, she never forgot about him. She had dreams and fantasies of one day she'll meet him again and…and what? She laughed at herself at the ludicrous thought. That he'd fall in love with me and whisk me off to happily ever after?…But, who was she to make him wait all these years? Of course he was with someone. A man like him, wouldn't be without the prettiest, sexiest woman on his arm. And she was... neither, she admitted glumly. She figured he'd have lines of girls waiting. As he should, she sighed.

Then she met her husband and married. Settling into the 'normal' life. Only to realize that her cursed luck would never end. On Thanksgiving day she would find him fucking her good friend while she ran to get more things for the house. It was as if the straw that broke the camel's back because Kagome couldn't take it anymore, and she decided that once and for all, everyone was going to pay and she will never have to suffer again. Kagome decided that if she was living Hell on Earth, then she might as well imprisoned her soul in Hell itself.

Penelope, Kagome made her decision.

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Kagome didn't know how she survived, but she did. She didn't know that the man who saved her the second time around was the same man that had saved her ten years ago. But waking up from her coma, no one was able to figure out that she was the one who poisoned everyone. The authorities thought it was just a mistake. The red berries being so close and the fresh cranberries nearby - anyone could have mistaken it.

While sitting in her bed at the hospital she wondered why she was saved. What it was about her that the Fates wouldn't let go. Why she had to endure more suffering.

It was then that her fate changed, and everything was handed to her on a silver plater.

A man, coming to visit his dying father had entered the wrong room. Her room. When she turned her head from the window to see who had entered her room, her deep serene blue eyes captured his soul. From that moment on, he made sure the nurses moved her to a more luxurious room. Made sure that she received the best services. Flowers were sent to her daily and after a week of blood transfusion to get rid of the poison, he began courting her. Taking her out on dates, spoiling her with expensive gifts. And each time that she would reward him with a smile, his heart would flutter.

......End.....

Now, dressed in an exquisite red, mandarin collar gown with a high slit, Kagome was attending one of the most pretigious parties....

Leaving the overcrowded party she walked outside for a breath of fresh air. Kagome walked into a large unoccupied room. She poked around the room, curiosity got the better of her. She saw the large sliding door open and the curtains swayed beautiful under the moon lit night. Closing the door behind her, she walked over toward the enticing balcony leaned over the railing, tilting her face towards the moon. The moon. Kagome felt a twinge in her heart. The moon. She repeated again in her mind. Specifically recalling the memories of the man, who saved her....but she couldn't remember. All she knew was he was like an angel, an angel with a crescent moon on his forehead.

Below, the doors opened and welcome the DaiYokai into the party. Grabbing a champagne from one of the trays, he began to greet some of the people he knew........

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