Living Arrangements

Kagome sat on the opposite side of the bed trying not to notice Inuyasha getting undressed in the other corner of the room. Although she didn't want to look, she couldn't help that her eyes wandered across his bare upper body.

His pectorals, his abs, the muscle in his arms. All of it had a way of holding her gaze until she heard him chuckle. She turned away when she felt her face start to burn as hot as the morning sun, "Damn it. I don't like him that way."

Kagome shook her head slightly and threw herself face first into the pile of pillows on the bed. With her face in the pillows, there was no way she could look in his direction. She lay very still until the bed shifted and warmth moved across her skin.

She picked up her head to see that Inuyasha was completely naked and lying very close to her. Her breath quickened. She could smell his very masculine scent but before it could cloud her head, she turned her body away from him, "What do you want and why aren't you dressed?"

Kagome felt his lips curve upwards in a smirk as he started to grind his naked body against her clothed one. She thought about how he only allowed her to wear a big t-shirt as a night gown with no underwear underneath.

She felt his fingertips against her thighs and heading to the apex between her legs. She brushed his hands away and rolled further to face the wall. She heard him growl before he rolled her onto her back and climbed over her, "No, please. No."

Kagome struggled against him as he fought to pull up her shirt and she fought to keep it down. She kicked her legs out to try and use her body to toss him off. She stopped when she heard the sound of fabric ripping, "Stop. This is the only one I have."


Sango sat by the window watching the birds fly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her back stiffened as she slowly turned to face Miroku. His eyes were back to their normal color and he just looked tired, "Sango, I-"

"Don't touch me! I hate you!" Sango jumped up from her perch by the window and stared up into Miroku's face, "The things you did to me . . . I can't stand to be in the same room with you. Don't you say you're sorry. I know you never will be."

She pushed Miroku aside and rushed into the bathroom. She shut and locked the door behind her before collapsing in a fit of angry tears. She could hear him knocking at the door and asking her to open up so they could talk but she just yelled, "Fuck off, asshole."

She heard him curse lowly as he backed away from the door. Sango felt like she wanted to scream, so she did. She screamed out all the emotion building in her chest and felt her muscles relax. She wanted to hit him, hurt him. He'd caused her so much pain.

Sango turned to the bathtub and turned on the water. Once the water warmed enough, she stripped off all her clothes and stepped into the water. She waited until the water was hotter before putting the stopper in to stop the water from draining.

She turned off the water so the tub wouldn't overflow and sat in the scolding water. Sango picked up the wash cloth that she often used when bathing and soap. She lathered the cloth with the soap before she began to scrub her skin.

Sango felt dirty in every sense of the word so she sought to cleanse herself. She scrubbed her skin hard enough to cause it to turn candy apple red but she didn't stop. She still felt so unclean.


Miroku kicked in the door to the bathroom when he smelled blood mixing with water. He felt fear for the first time in his life; he thought she was cutting herself. He found her scrubbing her skin raw and rushed to stop her.

She fought him for the nearly bloody wash cloth until he sternly told her to release the cloth. Her hands dropped to her sides and he pulled her out the now cold water. Miroku gently wrapped her in a towel and patted her skin dry.

"What were you thinking?"

"I was just trying to feel clean again. It's all your fault!" She tried to force him to release her but he held her tight to his body until she broke down into more sobs against his chest. Once she'd cried her self to sleep, he laid her gently on the bed and covered her with the blanket.

Miroku sat by her on the bed and watched her sleep. He sighed. He left her on the bed and went down to the training room. He took off everything but his underwear and sat in the middle of the floor, "I'm lost and not sure how to continue."

You should just let me handle the girl. She's in need of guidance, not to mention manners. "I won't let you 'handle' anything else when it comes to Sango. I'll take care of her on my own. I can do it."

The throaty chuckle from within his head was mocking in sound, You've gone soft. I can't believe I have to sit back and watch you be soft. It wasn't always like this; you weren't always like this. Why'd you get soft on me? I miss the old you.

Miroku picked up a mace ball from among an assortment of weapons. He stared at the spikes for a few minutes, his hand trembled as it held the handle. He raised the weapon above his head and placed his right hand palm down on the ground in front of him.


Rin followed Sesshomaru back to his room. While he was in the shower, she looked around the room for exits, tested windows and silently hid away all the punishment toys she could find. When she heard the water turn off, she rushed back over to the bed.

She lay on the bed with her face in the pillows so she wouldn't have to see him getting dressed. She jumped slightly when his hand caressed her backside; he couldn't have gotten dressed so soon.

"Stop that." She turned to face him and sure enough, he was still naked but thankfully not dripping wet. "I can do with you as I place. Face me." She rolled to face him, more-so-that he couldn't touch her butt than anything else.

"Why is your scent all over this room if you've been on this bed?" She looked around the room then up to his nose, "I'm in here all the time so that could be a reason." She watched a small smirk tug the corners of his lips before it was completely gone, "Do I look stupid?"

She wanted to ask him if that was a trick question but didn't think he was in a joking mood. She stared at him as his eyes moved around the room and and his nostrils flared. "What did you do?"

Rin looked out the window as he walked over to his closet of torment, as she liked to think of it, and move things. She looked from his back to the bedroom door, contemplating the chances of her getting out before he figured out what happened.

Rin slowly slid off the bed and tested the floor in front of her. It didn't creak. She looked over to him once more before bolting out of the bedroom. She didn't know where she was going, only that she didn't want to stop running.


Kagome held tight to her night shirt. She looked into Inuyasha's annoyed gaze and became confused when he smiled. When he flipped her onto her stomach, she got the memo. He pulled her hips up and the shirt slid down her back to bunch up at her neck.

Before she could even grasped the shirt to pull it back into place, his hand was there to pin hers behind her back. With only one hand on the bed, this left her neck at an uncomfortable angle, "Inuyasha please. I don't want this."

"Too bad. I do. We had this talk before. What I say goes and I get everything I want."

Kagome whimpered when she felt the heat of his cock slide between her ass cheeks before he guided it below her to rub against her clit. She would've been content if it had ended here but she knew it wouldn't no matter how much she wanted.

He pushed into her quickly and held it there. She could feel herself stretching around him, she didn't like it. She tried to pull her body away but he just pulled her arm and pressed into her more deeply before pulling out and thrusting back in.

Kagome bounced against the bed with the deep and heavy strokes of his body filling her own. She didn't believe she had anymore tears after the first rape but she did. They ran down and across her nose and absorbed into the mattress beneath her. She didn't scream, just cried and grunted.

"Don't worry. You'll love this one day. Love the way my dick feels." She wanted to drown him out but didn't want to be caught not paying attention, especially because she was under him.

She didn't struggle against him. She gasped when he pulled out. She relaxed against the mattress until he moved into her line of sight with his dick in his hand. She opened her mouth to ask him a question when her face was sprayed with his cum.


InuTashio could hear feet running by his room and groaned loudly as it stirred him from his nap. With the human hideouts being raided, it created more paper work and less time for sleeping.

He looked into the mirror to the left of his bed. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy from lack of sleep. He growled under his breath and walked to the door. He could still see Rin running down the hall.

InuTashio leaned into his room, grabbed his sword from the stand and hurled it after the girl. It snagged her from the material around her waist and pinned her to the wall in front. She struggled to free herself but to no avail.

"Running, always running. Humans are so bothersome. Maybe they should just be killed instead of kept."

She turned her head as much as she could when she heard him speak. "SESSHOMARU! Come get your pet before her life becomes forfeit!" A heartbeat later, Sesshomaru walked into her sight line and she sighed.

"Do what you must to keep her in your room. I don't want to hear her running again." Rin gulped. InuTashio pulled his sword from the wall and grasped Rin by the collar of her shirt. He dropped her at his son's feet, "You're paying for the hole in the wall."

InuTashio walked into his room before hearing his son's reply because all he wanted to to go back to sleep. He pulled out a picture of Inuyasha's mother and held it over his heart as he closed his eyes to remember her.

He recalled her scent and how it always soothed him. He could almost feel her gentle fingers running through his hair in a relaxing caress. He sighed as sleep wrapped around him and he drifted into the gardens of the west where she liked to plant flowers. He loved the way her hair glistened in the sun . . .


Sango awoke alone in Miroku's room. She almost wondered where he was until she decided not to worry about him because he was nothing more than a horrible monster. She sighed at that thought because deep down, she knew that wasn't the whole truth.

"Maybe I'll hear him out before I decide he's horrible. He has been nice to me from the beginning and if not for me pushing him, he would've never hurt me. I'm the one who's been horrible. Mother, maybe they aren't all bad. At least, not this one."

She sat up in bed and hugged her knees close to her chest until the door opening startled her. The first thing she saw was Miroku cradling his mangled right hand. "Miroku! What did you do to yourself?!"

She jumped off the bed and ran over to him. He'd tried to push her away but she forced him into the chair by the window so she could look at his hand. She was careful in her examination. I don't know how fast he heals . . .

"Miroku, I need to know how fast you heal." Her reply was a grunt and a turn of his head. She squeezed his damaged hand until he screamed out, "What the HELL woman!" She gave him a stern look and he glared at her.

"Tell me. I need to know."

"It doesn't matter. You just crushed more of my bones so it'll take at least a week or two." Sango blushed and apologized for hurting him more. She then got up and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kite from under the sink.

"You shouldn't do things like this to yourself." She looked up at him once she'd finished her task. "I had to. I couldn't forgive myself for hurting you. Despite what the others say about me, you make me feel different in a way where I can't bear to hurt you."