Nocturne - Chapter Fifty-One: Reused
Rated - M (for suggestive adult themes, references to violence, and coarse language)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
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The tear of her clothes was much louder than she could have anticipated. Funny how a sound could have such a profound effect on her dignity. Fan pulled her clothes from her as easily as one would rip the paper from a book. She gasped and covered herself with her arms.
He grabbed her arms, pulling them down to pin at her sides, and looked her up and down like a piece of meat. Kagome had expected some snide remark, but he threw her through a loop instead leaning into her neck to nuzzle with his teeth and tongue. His breath was hot, and Kagome cried out in surprise. "No!"
"You'll moan for me, but you won't use that word," he warned. "Let's put that mouth to some better use."
He transferred both of her wrists into one of his vice-like grips and pushed her down until her head was level with his waist. She blanched once it dawned on her what his expectation of 'better use' was. "Put that thing near me, and I will bite it off!"
He chuckled and expertly lowered his pants so that his shaft was exposed. It throbbed, and a bead of that anticipation showed upon the head. "Bite it, and I shall break your jaw. In fact, that may make this easier and more pleasant for me. I also have many other threats I may deploy, but I see no need to tell you who I will kill to get what I want." His voice was sultry, and it disgusted Kagome to no end thinking of how a man could find excitement and pleasure from her humiliation. A true sadist if one had ever been described to her.
The thought ran through her mind to just do it and get it over with, but the louder half screamed in denial. Fan grabbed the back of her head, getting a fistful of her hair, and forced her to perform the task. Tears streamed down her face, and she gagged, thoroughly and utterly humiliated, just as he wanted. His head lulled back, and he moaned loudly to taunt her further, "Fuck, yes, with that filthy little mou-Ahh!"
He cried out and pushed her back. This time he made true on his promise, clenching a fist and aiming for her face. Kagome blacked out yet again, this time feeling her jaw come loose.
She felt pressure on the inside of her thigh and a pinch on her nipple. Her jaw felt swollen and horrible. She vaguely wondered if her newfound healing powers could put dislocated joints back in place. Wetness clamped around her breast and pulled her out from the inky black retreat of unconsciousness. Her eyes fluttered, readjusting to the lack of light. The warm, wet sensation retreated but began again on her other breast. Her hips bucked up when her core was touched by a foreign presence that kneaded her and invaded her inner folds. "No!" She mumbled through the pain of a jaw that wouldn't quite work.
Adrenaline flooded her veins, and she allowed the holy energy to permeate through her body in response to this threat. The invader at her core quickly retreated and regrouped at her throat, squeezing her airway shut until she sputtered and gasped in vain against his hold. Fan whispered into her ear, "I figure, if you can't breathe, you can't resist."
He pushed her thighs open again, placing himself between them to keep her from clenching them shut. There was nothing between their bodies now to stop the act. Kagome scratched at anything her nails could come in contact with at first until the lack of air made her dizzy, and she began to frantically grab at his hands. Even with the lack of air, she still felt him penetrate her.
"Fuck. You feel so good, little Miko." He thrust in and out. "So good for a used human whore." He thrust again and paused. "He will never want you now."
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Most of the hanyo scum had been driven back. The taijiya seemed to be holding their own in battle, though the casualties would still be great. They were honorable deaths and would be remembered even by Sesshomaru himself.
Sesshomaru had arrived at the Goshinboku tree to find that it had been a trap to lure them out. He had suspected as much but had no choice but to engage upon the enemy's terms.
Upon arriving at the area, he could sense something wrong. The smell of death permeated the area, which was a strange fact to behold since the skirmishes had not begun this far out.
He slowly walked away from the large tree and followed the scent of death. It lead him down the short path to the miko's former shelter. One that she had once shared with his brother. The thought had angered him in the past, but now it was meddlesome at best with the reassurance that he could kill the hanyo at any time had the desire struck him.
The small shelter looked intact from the outside, with nothing untoward in its appearance. The inside, on the other hand, would come to tell a different story.
Sesshomaru did not sense anything alive, and though death lingered here, Tensaiga rested quietly upon his hip. He stepped inside the small home and into a blood-ridden massacre. A small body lay close to the wall, silver hair adorned with fresh, red blood covering her face. It was the hanyo woman that Inuyasha had taken up. This strange little woman had not the gift of tongue but made up for it with an ability unique even to yokai. She was able to mask the aura of demons, which was quite a considerable task. The ability had not saved her here.
Her insides had been torn out, laying around her as if a child had pulled the stuffing out of a toy. This must be why Tensaiga lay dormant. There was nothing to save.
"Shizuka!" Inuyasha's voice tore into the small dwelling like nails upon wood.
Sesshomaru turned his head and gave his brother a pitying look.
Inuyasha ran inside but skidded to a halt once he laid eyes upon the scene. Speechless, he dropped to his knees, Tessaiga clattering to the ground, now useless in its tattered form. Despite the gore, he pulled her lifeless body up into trembling arms. "No-" he whimpered. "No." An agonizing, deafening roar rattled the walls and reverberated through the valley.
It seemed imprudent to stand witness to a tragic, private moment and Sesshomaru, despite his callous disdain for his younger half-breed brother, wanted to save his honor by vacating.
"You fucking selfish bastard," Inuyasha growled. "You save her!" He clutched Shizuka to his chest, rocking her body back and forth.
Sesshomaru did not bother to turn and face a grieving man. "There is nothing to save."
"She's here in my arms!" Inuyasha yelled. "You bring her back now, goddammit!"
A twinge of pity ran through him, but there was nothing to be done, no matter the circumstances. It would be useless to repeat himself; the pitiful man would still likely rage on for a perceived indiscretion. Sesshomaru opted for silence and exited the small house. This distraction would cost them significantly.
Inuyasha barreled after him like a deranged animal, swinging Tessaiga madly. "I'll fucking kill you if you don't bring her back, I swear!"
Sesshomaru sidestepped the oncoming attack and grimaced with annoyance. Inuyasha had tears clouding his vision, so it was almost too easy to avoid.
His younger half-brother had been an annoyance for many years, a blemish on his lineage. How his father could copulate with a human to create such an abomination was beyond him. Or rather, it had been beyond him. Now he understood and felt pity and regret for his younger sibling rather than disdain. Inuyasha's emotions were too human, but he had come to understand them and even accept them.
The young fool roared as he charged towards Sesshomaru, his weapon dragging the ground behind him. He acted fast, dodging the half-hearted attack and grabbing Inuyasha up by the haori. It was tempting to strike some sense into him; it would likely do some good at the moment.
He raised him in the air and threw Inuyasha down. "Your quarrel is not with this one. Save your rage and dole out retribution to those who merit it."
Inuyasha angrily wiped tears from his eyes with his red sleeve. He turned his head away petulantly.
His actions did not warrant an explanation, and he was loathed to give one, but it may be the only comfort he could afford his brother now. "Tensaiga knew there was nothing to save; otherwise, it would be done." He gripped at the hilt of his inherited sword and stared down at Inuyasha. "Now, rise and save your friends before they, too, fall to the same fate."
His brother picked up his sword and stood up. He glanced back at the small house he had shared with Shizuka. A calm resolve seemed to settle over him before he jumped off towards the sounds of skirmish that echoed from the village just beyond.
They had dallied too long in this place, this distraction. Sesshomaru knew that time was of the essence to neutralize the threat. He also knew that in addition to a distraction, this was a calculated move by the daiyokai. The girl looked as though her insides had been gnawed upon; a detailed Inuyasha had not noticed. This could mean several things, but Sesshomaru settled on one, and it meant that the Miko and child were in danger above all others.
He flew, his head swiveling from side to side, searching for any sign of his family. Though his incorporeal form would be swifter, he needed to rely on the senses only his corporeal form could afford.
There was death everywhere below him. The bastard hanyo army had swarmed the village like a plague, but the taijiya were doing their best to keep the enemy at bay. He could see his former human ward holding his own against a particularly large hanyo. At another time, Sesshomaru may have felt pride in the man's battle prowess against such a formidable foe. He seemed to be doing well enough on his own, and leaving Kohaku to his battle, Sesshomaru continued to the house where he could sense his daughter.
The scent of the miko was nowhere to be found, however. It was unlike her to stray far from their daughter during such a tumultuous time. He quickly entered the small house, immediately noticing Rin - his other former human ward - pacing back and forth. It was her time; the scent of fluids permeated the air and assaulted his nose. The miko had stayed in the village for this reason, yet she was not even present.
"Father," Setsuna called out in surprise. "Why are you here?"
The girl was carrying a bucket of water to a small pot with a fire set beneath, likely under the instruction of Rin. "Where is my mother?"
Sesshomaru gritted his teeth. Then she had not even been here yet. The woman must be somewhere else. She always felt the need to assist anyone, even when it put her at a disadvantage. Perhaps she was still elsewhere tending to another human. "Tend to Rin." His words were curt, but he could waste no more time.
The child nodded and continued about her task while Rin clasped her hands together. "Stay safe, Lord Sesshomaru."
He left without another word, satisfied that the girl was safe for the time being. He worried that the same could not be said for the miko.
Hurrying through the village, he could not help but notice the battle - brought on by his own enemy - was proceeding. Some of the taijiya struggled and were overwhelmed by the enemy hanyo. The bastards all looked so similar to him that it almost seemed as if the humans were fighting hanyo copies. It begrudged him to leave the humans to take this on alone while he searched for the woman. It was because of him that they were in this position in the first place. It would be a blotch on his honor if he could not get this under control, but he also knew that the daiyokai wanted to make him suffer, and what better way to do that than through what he cherished most.