I'm really sorry about making ya'll wait so long for another chapter. I'm having a hard time thinking of what to do next. I hope that ya'll like how things are going so far, I can't say that things will get better before they get worse. I am trying to keep the characters in character as much as possible.
Oh yes I don't own Inuyasha, as I have expressed many times I wish I did
Chapter 11
After rescuing kagome and Sango, things started to go downhill. Although kagome said she was fine she didn't seem fine, she felt shaky and nauseous. She knew that Naraku was just messing with her; but the idea of seeing herself intimately with Naraku made her want to gag. She wanted to throw up; but she didn't want to seem weak. So she closed her self-off. When they got back to camp, Kikyo said something about how glad she was that they were alright; that she had to go for the night and would return in the morning.
Kagome made her comfortable on a rock, and withdrew into herself. She couldn't get the tears to stop.
"Kagome," miroku said, "do you want to talk about what happened?"
She just looked up at him like she was being eaten way by acid from the inside out. Her expression was blank. You could tell by her swollen eyes that she had spent hours crying. She was worn out, physically and emotionally.
"Miroku," Shippo said, "maybe she would like to eat or go home even."
"Is that what you want to do Kagome?" he asked, "Do you want to go home?"
Still she stared into space, "Miko," Sesshomaru said, "would you like to lie down?"
She looked up at him and nodded her head, sleep, maybe that was all she needed. "Do you want to lie near this Sesshomaru?"
She nodded her head yes again; he laid out her blanket, and ushered her to lie down. Sesshomaru ushered Shippo and Rin to lay down with her, so they were all tucked up in her sleeping bag. Sesshomaru rested nearby, within reaching distant.
The others followed suite, laying down, the monk and the slayer laid together. Inuyasha perched up in a tree.
Morning came swift, and harsh, the sun broke kagome free of her dreaming state, when she sat up she looked around. She saw the monk and the slayer together, Sango was using Miroku's arm as a pillow. Inuyasha was perched up in a tree nearby. She looked down and the two younglings snuggled up into her side. She smiled; everything was back to how it should be. She looked over to see Sesshomaru staring at her. She smiled, at him and made to get up to start her normal morning routine.
"Why not let someone else start breakfast?" Sesshomaru asked, "Let Rin and Shippo go fetch water and kindling, and why not let Jaken help with making breakfast?"
"Why?" Kagome asked, "It's my morning routine, if I waited for everyone else we wouldn't get moving till midday."
"That may be true," Sesshomaru said, "but it won't hurt them to help you out just this once. You and Sango deserve some time to recover after yesterday's events."
While he was talking he noticed that she had stiffened, at the mention that something out of the ordinary had happened yesterday. Everyone was awake now, sure they were pretending to be sleeping, but they were awake. If anyone could get kagome to talk it would be Sesshomaru.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Sesshomaru asked.
"It's not that he really did anything to me," she said, "Although he didn't touch me physically the memories that he did are there."
"What do you mean?" Sesshomaru asked.
"You know how when we thought that Inuyasha was Inuyasha, but he wasn't, and we didn't realize that it wasn't him?"
"Yes," Sesshomaru said.
"Well the guy that was being Inuyasha while Inuyasha was gone, was helping Naraku," she said.
"You're sure of this?" Sesshomaru said.
"Yes," Kagome said.
Sango had scooted closer to Kagome; she sat next to her, and laid her head on Kagome's shoulder. Kagome looked over and Sango, she put her hand on top of Sango's hand and squeezed.
"When we were taken, they chained us up, in the dark. We couldn't see anything, and then this guy, came and sat before us, he didn't really have a shape that I can recall, he had a human shape but I can't remember his face. But he came in and started talking, and then he shifted into Miroku standing right there in front of us." Sango said. "I, we, knew it wasn't the real miroku. He unchained me, and dragged me out of the room, where kagome was still being held."
"What did he do to you?" Miroku asked from the spot where he and Sango had slept.
"He did nothing," Sango said, "He brought me food and water, then told me to sleep. I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open; but I remember dreaming, I dreamed about us. About miroku and I, I don't know how long I was asleep."
"She speaks the truth," Kagome said, "shortly after he dragged you out, Naraku came into the cell."
"What!" Sango said, "he didn't hurt you did he?"
"Not physically no," Kagome said, her eyes drifted down towards her hands. After a few moments of silence she started speaking again. "When he came in to the cell, he told me that I had two choices. He brought up some kind of window that allowed me to see you and the fake miroku. You were asleep and he was lying next to you, he was stroking you hair, not touching you really, but petting you. Then he told me that you were dreaming about your precious monk and that if I didn't cooperate that he could make you dream less pleasant things. I didn't want you to hurt Sango; he's already hurt you enough."
"Oh Kagome," Sango cried, "What did he do?"
"He knelt down in front of me and when I asked him what he wanted he said my dreams. Then he touched my head and made me see visions for Naraku in situations where Sesshomaru should have been. Then when it was all over he asked if that was better. When I shook my head no he inputted Inuyasha into it." Kagome said as she wiped tears from her yes, "I think he might have even added a few things."
"Oh my," Miroku said leaning on the other side of Kagome. He gave her a gentle hug trying not to let his hands wander in the process, "that must have been dreadful."
"then he left the room and the fake miroku walked back in, only he shifted to Sesshomaru, tried to convince me he was you," Kagome said, "he even kissed me when I told him that I knew he wasn't you cause he said and did things that you don't. Then when I started to struggle again, he shifted into Inuyasha. That's when the real Inuyasha walked in."
"It seems like he wants to corrupt your mind," Shippo said, "is there any way you can make it so you don't see the images again?"
"I don't know Shippo," kagome said, "I'm afraid that if I attempt to day dream about anything that I will inadvertently see Naraku, and I would rather die."
"Maybe that's what he wants," Miroku said, "what he basically did was mind rape you; But you'll pull through I'm sure you will."
"Thank you Miroku," Kagome said, "as much as I enjoy the close company, we should probably get moving, sitting here won't get us anywhere."
"I think that we should take today to rest," Sesshomaru said, "the girls deserve a chance to bathe after yesterday, I'm sure they want the chance to scrub themselves until they're hands are all wrinkly."
Rin giggled, at that, "I'm sorry," she said, "but Rin thought what Lord Sesshomaru said was very funny."
"Yes it was indeed humorous," Jaken said, "and he's quite right, your smell is hurting my nose, to be near Naraku's presence is enough but to smell him, when he's gone is just ghastly."
The group broke up into laughter at jaken's revelations, "alright we get it," Sango said, "we smell."
"Alright, how about the men, and Shippo, start breakfast while us three ladies go and wash up?" Kagome said.
"Sounds wonderful," miroku said, staring off into space. Day dreaming about his lovely Sango in the hot springs scrubbing herself cleans.
"Monk," Sesshomaru said, "your nose is bleeding."
"Oh, hahaha," miroku said, "I'm sorry love; I was imaging your beautiful self in the hot springs."
After laughing for a while the ladies proceeded to go off to the hot springs. After a while Rin wondered back towards camp deciding that she was clean enough. Sango and Kagome were alone by their selves. "I'll go see that they're not disturbed," Sesshomaru said.
He sat in a tree where he could see them without peeping on them, he wanted to be sure that they weren't disturbed, and he was hoping that Sango would leave first, so that he could join the Miko. He hadn't held her in his arms for a long time; sure it was just a day or so ago.
'Why can't we just mark her, as ours?"
'Because, she might not want us right now.'
'Why not?'
'Because all that happened with Naraku, she may not be ready yet. We have to be patient.'
'Okay, but I still think we should just march in there and declare that she is ours.'
'Hn.'
Sesshomaru sat watching on his perch as Sango climbed out of the water and wrapped herself in a large cloth. She then dried off and slipped into her clothing. "Much good it does to get clean, to have to put back on the same smelly clothes." Sango said, "I mean isn't that why we bathed in the first place?"
Kagome giggled, "Quite right," she said.
"Well I'm going back to camp," Sango said, "maybe I can get miroku to take a walk with me, and I can exchange this horrible scent with Miroku's."
"Let me know if it works," Kagome said.
"Oh, I will," Sango said matter-o-factly.
"Don't worry about me," kagome said, "I'm sure that Sesshomaru is somewhere close by, where he can see and hear us. He's the safer of the three anyways; you know he wouldn't peek on purpose."
"At least not at me," Sango said with a giggle.
"True," Kagome said, laughing, "off you go now, go get some loving from your precious."
Sango walked back to camp, and was well out of site from the hot springs when kagome sank back in to enjoy the hotness of the water. She should probably get out but she was just too comfortable.
"Miko," Sesshomaru said.
"Sesshomaru," kagome said.
"May this Sesshomaru join you," Sesshomaru asked.
"Yes," she said.
"You trust this Sesshomaru?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
Sesshomaru proceeded to remove all his clothing and slipped into the water, with ease. He slithered towards her, and leaned down in front of her. She stood up to meet him and their lips locked. His hand went to the back of her neck, and held her in place. Her arms wrapped around him clinging onto him. His tongue probed her mouth, she moaned into him and her tongue lashed out, and they began and daring tongue duel. Neither winning neither loosing, they pulled apart gasping for breath. "Well," Sesshomaru said, "any adverse reactions?"
"No," she said gasping for breath, "but let's tries it again."
Their mouths locked together, hands stayed in place, Sesshomaru turned them around so that he was hear the edge of the hot springs, and he sat down and pulled her along with him. She sat in his lap with her legs off to the one side while he kissed her senseless. He spread her legs while she clung to him, oh how he wished that he had his other arm. He probed her folds with his fingers, and she gasped, "any bad reactions yet?" he asked.
"No," she hissed. Her mouth found his again. They stayed this way for a long time, neither wanting to let go. Neither of them wanting to be the first to stop, or to let go.
~somewhere else~
"Kanna," Naraku said, "show me Kagome in your mirror."
When she showed him, he didn't like what he saw. "Can you show me what's inside her mind right at this moment?"
She did and he was confused, it should have worked but her mind was blank except for the feelings that she was feeling right that moment. It didn't work all the trouble he had gone through to get her alone so he could get control of her thoughts, and it didn't work. "DAMN IT!" he screamed. He would have to come up with something else, something else to make the girl cringe. He would have to put some serious thought into it. He didn't want to damage the girl physically, he just wanted to taint her, to scare her, and make her run; but it looked like he was going to have to think of something else to achieve it. Perhaps HE could help, yes that was a good idea, and he'd ask HIM.
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