Author: TamashaToko
Owner of the Plot: Profiler120
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nar/Kag Sess/Kag
He wasn't as rough anymore, but his love making skills weren't in the apologetic way she'd been hoping for. Instead it was more like he was telling her to enjoy everything she was offered at the moment, because sooner or later he planned to make her life a living hell.
When he'd finished Kagome wished she was a smoker, that way she could light a cigarette when done so she had just a few seconds to distract her eyes. She was still on the bed, with nothing to look at but him. The man who was destroying her soul a little bit every day, and the one who was so jealous of her daughter that he wanted a child of his own she had to shower attention upon.
I hate you.
Oh she would just love to whisper it into his ear, and she probably could and not get physically punished. No, the punishment would be much worse. He would cast that smirk of his before leaving her alone, nonverbal promising mental torture.
Naraku moved his arm, and she quickly flinched though he was moving the blanket off of him. He had her trained like that now though he hadn't abused her much. Still, even the lightest touch made her body freeze up. The only thing that stopped her from ending it all with a sharp object or a large number of something from the medicine cabinet was thoughts of Amaya and the cell phone hidden beneath a floor board in the dark side of the bedroom closet.
When her hands first slid across those keys when Naraku went to work she felt like everything had been all right, and it would still be the solution to her problem, but it served to be disappointing. The phone wouldn't dial any number, not that she knew how to tell her mother or her friends that her husband was keeping her hostage, except Sesshoumaru's, and that wasn't turning out well.
"Hey," she told him when he first picked up.
"Kagome," Sesshoumaru replied, the sounds of horns and yelling told her he was on his way to work, "where is Senaka?"
"At work."
"So the line is secure?"
"Yes."
"I have to go."
And that had been their first conversation since all her forms of communication had been abolished, and that's all he could say? He didn't even answer the next day, or the one after. She'd finally got a hold of him on a Thursday, but then never bothered to pick up the phone again when he learned about Naraku being gone for a week.
How could he? Sesshoumaru was cold, anyone gazing into his golden eyes for the first time would know that much, but to briefly say a few words and then hang up when she and his daughter were in such an environment. The word jerk didn't even classify him anymore. A vulgar word that she could never imagine herself saying out loud then crossed her mind, prick. Yes, that's what Sesshoumaru Masaharu was, a prick.
"Kagome."
His voice made the room go cold rather than snapping her back to reality, everything just felt numb now and she couldn't focus. She just did, rather than notice or question. Brief as her talks with Sesshoumaru were they had been the only times she felt like something else than a programmed doll.
"What do you fear most?"
She wanted to say him, but he already knew that, and speaking of the twisted relationship they shared was a taboo. He wanted to know what was second on her list, was he going to use it as a weapon?
Still she answered truthfully.
"Insects."
"Isn't that fear kind of childish?" Still his brow rose in interest.
"I suppose."
She wanted to end the conversation there, but knowing him that wouldn't happen.
"And why is that love?"
"The sounds they make, the creaks heard when they move their parts and how easy those parts break off. They're slimy and their eyes are scary."
He didn't say much more after that. Just returned to getting dressed and checking his suitcases to make sure she packed everything just right. She waited for a painful kiss good-bye and then the locking of everything before she was left alone for a week, but instead he went into the den.
Maybe he was getting his handgun that she was aware he kept in there, so he could finish her off.
She could only hope sometimes, but it would be odd not having him around for so long. Though he'd bought her enough food and supplies she was worried about her daughter. If something happened she'd be here with no escape, and Sesshoumaru probably wouldn't even check the voice mail she would leave rather than care.
He returned with something in his hand, but paid no attention to it when he noticed her.
"You're shaking. Will my leave upset you?"
"No. It's just…different."
Then there was the smirk she feared.
"I see you've become too adapted to the life here, good. I bought this for you."
In his hand he revealed a locket. The gift he offered pleased Kagome only momentarily, it was made from silver rather than the usual plastic and metal necklaces she had, but why did it have to be in the shape of a heart.
It was kind of out of place since no one around her, or even her for that matter, seemed to have one.
To make matters worse there was a faint line scratched in, kind of like barbed wire? He wanted her to wear it so she remembered who she gave her heart too. Remember the mistake she made that would cost her for the rest of her life.
"I want you to wear this always Kagome," she felt his breath as he snuck behind her to clasp the necklace on, and then his skin touching hers as he seemed to inhale her, "you're beautiful."
She gave no reply, and he really had no reason for one. With one more deepening, but yet threatening kiss. He then left in silence, but the only sound Kagome was interested in hearing was the sound of his car engine. She would be free of his dark obsession for a whole week now.
Counting to ten minutes like she always did, so Naraku played the sick game of ridding the house of all it's clocks so she would have nothing to keep track off, she was sure the man wouldn't be returning. After tossing shoes and dresses out of her way she moved the loose floor board to discover the cell phone, her salvation, that the bastard Sesshoumaru left for her.
Should she call him? Would he even answer?
Finally she decided against it, placing the phone on top of her dresser she returned to the side of her child. Strange, she wanted to be saved by Sesshoumaru, but at the same time she feared that as well. Probably because when learning about Naraku's evil he would remind her that she made a horrible choice.
She didn't want to be reminded of this anymore.
"I'll have these locks removed in a jiffy Mr. Senaka," a common black smith told his employer when examining how tight the security on the front door was.
Funny, out of all the services in the world you would think locksmiths would require seeing identification. After all, with the real Mr. Senaka out of town this home was now prey to anyone with a wallet on hand.
Sesshoumaru crossed his arms waiting for the job to be done. Naraku had really gone all out, and now it had gotten worse since the last time a drive led him to surveying this property. Not only were the windows locked tightly, but now wood had been nailed in front of them preventing any connection to the outside world.
The one he desired probably had no idea he was about to save her from this lifestyle she'd tossed upon his child. How could she be so stupid?
If he were able to solve this problem that Senaka created, and he would, there would be second thoughts on taking Kagome as his bride to have a happy family. She was just so…dumb. At first he thought she was a bit rash, but at least level headed, but to deny him for this? When he was finished she could be society's problem for all he cared.
As long as there was still nothing interfering his access to her.
He nodded and tipped the locksmith once the job was done, not only that, but now he had a key to this beach house.
One obstacle out of the way.
He made sure he was completely alone before stepping inside the household, that girl's loud stupid voice could compromise everything if a neighbor happened to possess Naraku's phone number.
First he entered the living room, which seemed simple and tolerable enough. There were many bookshelves and study materials, but not a TV in sight. It was actually the kind of environment he would raise a child of his in. The kitchen was kept well clean, probably by Kagome which surprised him and the bathroom seemed to be the same.
He then heard a scream as he opened a door to what was probably the bedroom. He'd surprised Kagome, who turned around and had a pure look of surprise when she laid eyes upon him.
"Sesshoumaru?"
He briefly nodded, but didn't converse. Instead just studied her.
She was apparently defeated. Her outfit was clean, but looked horrid the way she lazily wore it with bruises on her neck revealed slightly. Her hands were shaking and she had a hard time looking him in the eye.
It had now become quite obvious Naraku had done everything to break her spirit, and while he was at it he hid her away and separated her from her own reality.
"I've come to check- up on you during your husband's absence."
He swore his voice cracked when saying that, usually he never faltered with words.
What was it about her appearance and lifestyle that unnerved him? If he made the choice she wouldn't have to be his problem anymore.
Maybe it was because this wasn't the condition he last had her in, meaning some other man violated what he laid claim over.
That, or-
Once again odd, he didn't expect there to be more than one reason for his fixation with her, but to be truthful maybe he was seeing what he would have done to her. She would never have fit at his social engagements, therefore hiding her would have been the only solution, and how could he ever trust anyone as stupid as her? She needed to be locked up like a pet bird.
He could never admit that though, not looking at her like this.
"You just walked in?" she was still finding the right words to say.
He nodded again and peered at the crib. His heart raced slightly, Naraku hopefully didn't instill the same affect on his infant child.
"Amaya?" he questioned.
She led him over to the crib, "She's been a bit fussy lately, but she's up."
He stared into the eyes of his child. She was more beautiful than he imagined she would be, but really he knew it would be like this. He knew what traits she had where, but it was his child. Therefore, worthy of being praised.
He then darted his eyes towards the mother, "Senaka hasn't-
"Senaka hasn't touched her," she said, "I would protect her with my life."
That was a step up. Many women he'd once considered having a family with said such things, but now every time he seen them their nannies disciplined the children while they enjoyed a cocktail.
"If offered you everything Kagome, but you chose this."
"I am aware of what I've done," her tone was defensive, "I don't need to be scolded like a child Sesshoumaru, I can take responsibly for my own actions."
"And how will you do that? By staying his prisoner until you wither away?"
She seemed to gulp a bit, "I married him, and I'm not going to give up. He loves me he really does-
"He doesn't love you, he loves to own you. Senaka is the type to derive pleasure from you fearing him and the power to do what he pleases to your body."
"Whatever the case may be I-
"You will divorce him and accept my offer for our family Kagome."
He was quite surprised with himself not planning to be so direct with it. For the first time in his life he was unaware of what he was doing, at first he wanted to take his child and leave, then do the minimum of what he could for her safety, and now he wanted her.
No matter how jumbled his mind was becoming there was still one rule he would abide by.
The few things this Sesshoumaru wants, he gets.
"I can't do that Sesshoumaru."
"It wasn't a request Kagome."
After everything she'd been through and all the turmoil the two men put her through Kagome couldn't keep it all inside. The camel's back finally broke when Sesshoumaru's cold hand latched on to her arm to drag her away.
"No!" she bellowed out loudly enough she swore she could hear a pack of seagulls flying off because of it.
"No way, not now, not ever!"
He let go, and just stared at her, dumfounded as ever. Kagome studied him and knew exactly what was going through his mind, which disturbed him even more.
How dare this girl defy him.
Finally, when she seemed ashamed at herself for acting in such a way and making the baby cry he spoke.
"It's easy to tell Senaka has you beaten down Kagome, why would you chose such a man over me?"
She hesitated even after Amaya had calmed down, which worried him. There was one answer he feared to hear, and she had every right to say it. He could visualize it now.
"Like you would have treated me any better," she would say.
Worried his lack of control in his situation would become obvious it was to his relief she replied with something else.
"You wouldn't talk to me on the cell phone. Okay, I admit it. Marrying Senaka's over my father's child was stupid on my part, I take full responsibility, but how reliable can you be. I'm here worrying over the life of me and my daughter daily, and you can't even have a conversation on that damn thing that lasts over 32 seconds. At least Naraku gives me the time of day, in a negative way, but something's on his mind more than himself and his job."
She was talking too much, therefore zoned out. Though a few statements got to him, and one subjected him to confusion.
He felt annoyed by her stating she would have only married him because he was the father of her child. Why did that have an effect on him? Did he desire Kagome for something more, besides her mouth she wasn't that bad of a companion.
Then he learned she was distressed with him because of the cell phone. He inwardly sighed, perhaps the only good to him she would ever be was being a mother.
"Kagome," he spoke in a tone that showed he was annoyed, "You were given just that cell phone, correct?"
"Yes," she dared to roll her eyes.
"Have you ever purchased a cell phone before?"
"Yes, what does this have to do with you being a jerk?"
"What did that cell phone come with besides bills and paper work?"
"The charger and a-
"Hence why speaking long term is impossible. The phone only has that battery."
Her face appeared red again as she looked down at the ground. He on the other hand couldn't help but crack a smile, how rare. Perhaps this woman would have a good affect on him.
"Something wrong Kagome?"
"You didn't have to make me look stupid."
"You'll get over it."
She shook her head and decided to do just that. The issue at hand was what could be done for her rather than being quizzed on her arrogance.
"Your right, it's not like anyone saw that anyway."
He turned around to head down the hallway, "Sure they did. Naraku has a camera in every room with full video and audio."
Her eyes widened. What? That couldn't be true, Naraku already turned her into a prisoner, how much lower could he stoop?
Sesshoumaru just gave her his usual cold sideways glance before getting the balls on his feet and pointing to the rod that held the light fixture.
"Here I'm pointing at a screw, and the same for the other side, but the third one appears to be a very expensive bug. I've noticed the same one in the living room and kitchen. No doubt he keeps them in the bedroom and bathroom. Why hasn't your husband alerted you of this?"
She just looked towards the ground again. There was so much she wanted to state, but couldn't. Though Sesshoumaru knew of the situation she was in and came all this way to save her she just couldn't admit to what was happening around her. It was so embarrassing to know she let it get this far.
He appeared to give her a concerned look, but when she studied it was the same old Sesshoumaru. What a horrible trick of the light.
Sesshoumaru pulled out his magic key he was given again and unlocked the never before seen study area, "I became more aware of your teacher's actions when my workers hacked into his home computer. The recordings are a live feed, but he should have been able to rewind to discover you were making phone calls during his leave."
Another reason the phone calls were brief and there was no one else to call, she then realized.
"He hasn't been in his study for a while, his been distracted."
She couldn't tell him Naraku was trying to have a baby with her. Sesshoumaru was the type of man who would consider abandoning her knowing such a thing.
Once entering the den Sesshoumaru typed on the computer to trick the camera into thinking another time she was all alone was now incase he reviewed things. Not only was it disturbing that there was indeed a camera in every room, but in a box was a DVD collection labeled her name followed by a serious of numbers. Curious she put one in the TV, only to be further withdrawed from the situation.
He'd burnt all their sex on to the DVDs and there were too many close ups of her. She quickly turned it off so Sesshoumaru wouldn't study it too much, but he was too busy playing an audio tape of her voice saying she feared bugs.
"Sesshoumaru," her voice finally radiated the fear she'd been experiencing her whole stay here, "you have to get me out of here. If marriage protects me from him I'll do it."
He shook his head, "I was a bit rash just throwing the idea out there. I can't take you Kagome. Naraku will use every means at his disposal to lock me up for kidnapping, and with that charge on my record my business will fall and I'll no longer have the resources it takes to save you from him."
She didn't want to accept that she would be stuck here, so she retailted.
"See! That's what I mean, how can you marry me and care for Ayama when your businesses reputation comes first?"
"That's not what I meant Kagome. You seem to have made the assumption that I'm some billionaire with successful friends and parties when in reality I've just worked my company out of debt, but yet still only have one thing to my name, which would be my car. If I lose anything now I won't be able to afford the gas for my car to get up here let alone protect you."
Kagome then felt real bad once again.
She'd forgotten that Sesshoumaru was different from the other cocky bastards in his league. Everything he had he worked for, and the only bone ever handed to him was that company that was just going to further his poverty. Not only that, but she knew deep in her heart he was going to help her. He deserved respect.
"I can't risk it Kagome," he reminded her, "so put everything in this office back where it was as though we were never here."
"So nothing can be done?"
He shook his head, "Naraku has been smuggling funds from the school, and soon documented proof will be available. Along with that I have hacked frequencies of your abuse. Once the proof is finalized it will be enough to put him away."
"I just have to be patient then."
It was hard to say that, because quit honestly she didn't know how much longer she could last with him. Sometimes she lay in bed next to Naraku thinking about his obsession with her, and came to the conclusion that he might go as far as to kill her one day. Refusing Sesshoumaru's help clearly meant she would die at an early age.
"I won't leave you here this week, during his absence I will watch over you. Your stress and fear is not good for my daughter."
He didn't have to say it, but Kagome knew what he meant. He knew his daughter was in fine hands, but he needed an excuse to say he'd been worried about her. Kagome wore a smile as she packed a few things and followed him out to his car.
Did those two honestly think they were going unwatched?
He watched both his pet and Sesshoumaru leave his property, and she had all the hope in the world as they drove off.
He would let them go.
Kagome-
Kagome was something he desperately wanted all of. He didn't love her, he just wanted her, and every part of her. He'd claimed her physically, but it was her mind he couldn't achieve, and would never achieve. As long as she pined for Sesshoumaru there was a part of her he could never have, and he now accepted that.
Still, if he couldn't have her then nobody would.
"Be his for the week lovely," Naraku told himself, "you will still die as mine."