Dog Teeth
III
I Will Castrate You and Eat Your Testicles With a Fine Red Sauce
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Disclaimer
I do not own any of the publicly recognized figures in this Fanfiction. Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise TV.
Content Warning
This fanfiction is filled with the fuckery of my mind. This fanfiction is explicit and M rated.
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When Kagome woke up, she was thrust into immediate pain and confusion. She couldn't remember where she was or why she was in so much pain, the glowing moss walls unfamiliar.
That was until she tried to move her legs that provided such a brutal sting from her loins that Kagome almost didn't catch the cloth that got caught up around her ankles. But she did and promptly voided her stomach's contents.
Retching, crying, and sitting in a puddle of semen and blood, Kagome worked her fingers into her knotted hair as the threat of a full-on breakdown crowded her senses. Belittling hate, something her once pure mind had been freed from, had begun trickling in from the distressed cracks in her psyche.
Why?
It was a simple question, one that was often spouted liberally from anyone's mouth in times of curiosity. But 'curiosity' seemed strikingly too whimsical for this situation. Kagome wasn't curious as to why Sesshoumaru had done this. This feeling wasn't whimsical, it was burning. Singed her soul and burnt the edges of her internal struggles.
A tremor shook her from her core, gooseflesh creeping up her arms and filling her chest with searing panic as she bit down on one of her fists. A scream caught in her throat. A wail of misery, a battered woman's battle cry. But not a sound escaped as tears seeped from her eyes and blood seeped from between her teeth.
She had been violated in one of the worst possible ways.
Kagome could feel her heart stutter and quake behind her bruised ribcage, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She couldn't breathe. She was drowning in the air.
Settling forward, Kagome's head landed between her knees as she tried forcing air into her lungs, her hands gripping her shins like she was afraid she was going to pop open. She needed to guard herself, curl in on her soft parts so it couldn't happen again.
And that's how she sat. Perhaps, if she sat long enough she would fade out. Slip into the glowing moss, disappear into the silt and soil.
But she could smell him. On her skin, in her sweat. The semen wafting thick and musky from between her legs.
Dirty.
Kagome felt dirty. In need of a bath, a scrub down of the highest proportions. Bleach, maybe. She couldn't let her friends find her like this. Smelling like this. Looking like this.
What would they think?! What would they do..?
Kagome let out another sob: saliva and blood mixing at her chin and gathering with tears at her neck.
She knew women weren't much here. Second-class. There were no gynecologists or localized police. And Sesshoumaru was a lord. The Western Lord. Even if there was law-enforcement, would they even do anything?
No. No. He was untouchable. He was evil.
Kagome shivered, arms tightening.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
She needed to get up. She needed to clean herself. She needed…
To protect her friends. Her family. They didn't know how evil and disgusting and dangerous Sesshoumaru was. Even she had regarded him a shaky example of an ally up until this. And so did everyone, sans Inuyasha.
And she needed to be there. Kagome wouldn't talk about it- no, no no no, she couldn't. They would… they would think her a whore, wouldn't they? They loved her, she knew that, but would they ever look at her with respect again?
Would Miroku ever stick up for her? Would Sango ever regard her sisterly again?
Would Shippo ever hug her again? Would he ever accidentally call her 'mother' again?
No, she couldn't bear it.
And with that clean-cut, vicious thought, Kagome lurched to her feet. Dizzy, and aching, she stumbled, her feet catching against the silks unseen under her feet. Smooth and slippery, she nearly fell as she kicked them away- bloodstained and nasty.
Kagome surprised herself when she spat on them, a glob of blood to add to the floral spread, blooming like a rose.
It made her feel better, if only by a teeny tiny bit. But it was enough to allow her to shamble back into the passage, hand on the wall, until she made it out of the glow of the moss and into the glow of the ever-sharp sunrise.
The sun painted her skin tangerine and the blood and bruises looked like sharp burns of black against her naked skin. Painted sun-scorched. A destroyed landscape still striving to regain it equilibrium.
But there was no beauty in it, where there once may have been. Kagome was battered, her legs shaking as tears of blood met at her ankles in thin lines. The shock had left her 'unmodest', breasts bruised and skin tore, trails of blood and semen streaming from the folds of her labia.
It was sticky. She wanted it off.
Kagome didn't remember walking to the river, or when she got into the freezing morning waters. But she did remember rubbing herself with sand, opening sores along her legs that burned and bled into the waters. Reiki coated her fingers as if she would be able to burn the demon itself from her body.
It left thin traces along her skin, marbled and barely perceptible. An unspoken spell that blossomed under bruises.
Unspoken and unknown, Kagome hadn't wanted anyone to know of the rape. The defilement. The monster would not get what he wanted- Oh no, she would make sure she kept it locked away. He'd pay, someday.
She could feel it. Dense and heavy in her heart. She pitied Sesshoumaru for his deeds. She hated him for his deeds.
But she didn't want her friends to know of it. No. No. What if they thought she was disgusting? What if they hated her?
For a moment, she thought of Inuyasha. His disdain for other males that came around. Would he…? Would he think she had given herself to Sesshoumaru? Some kind of despicable payback for his desire to be with Kikyou?
He would hate her, she decided.
Kagome dunked herself beneath the waters again, blood still swiftly curling within the currents and she felt herself watching flow on. A trance that kept her under the water until her lungs burned.
What if she just…
No. No. Who would protect them?
Kagome trembled slightly, her face scrunching up in a horribly ugly way. The water didn't allow her tears to be seen, but she could feel them stinging her eyes still.
Then she sensed him. She knew it was him. The aura still stung against her spirit from when she was battered with it.
He was here. Sesshoumaru.
Kagome's heart palpitated. Fear licked her senses, then anger. The rage. Still, under the frothing cold waves, her body heated and she felt her gut burn from esophagus to anus.
So she grabbed a stone, a long one- smoothed by the constant flow of the river so it sat perfectly in her hand before rising out of her murky bath with an angry shout, teeth bared like a wolf in distress. Like something rabid. Something mad.
The rock left her hand, energy, and force unknown behind it even before she caught Sesshoumaru with her own two eyes. Perhaps if she had, it would have given her a lapse in judgment. A lapse in anger.
For what sat on the sandy shores was not a regal looking demon, with flowing white locks and a sharpness that could kill. No. It was a dog- a borzoi-looking dog with a missing leg.
This also would have been strange as borzois were a Russian breed, but Kagome wouldn't have thought about it until later.
But she knew, she felt it- taste it. This was Sesshoumaru. And when the stone cracked against the bridge of his muzzle, Kagome gave a sharp bark of laughter. Humorless and angry.
Sesshoumaru was thrown from the hit- hit demonic abilities and reflexes absent. Taken off guard by Kagome, who watched as the white reeled back nose scrunched as he sneezed a spray of blood.
Kagome picked up another stone.
"You disgusting-"
Thock- Missed.
"-Inbred-"
Crack- Hit.
"-fucking stupid ass-"
Thump- Hit. He was getting closer now, snarling as he limped into the water, snarling behind the daze of being hit twice in the head out of the three anger-fueled shots. Trying to walk in waist-deep water while only being waist-high himself. And missing a leg.
"-mutt!" Thock, crack, thump!
Sesshoumaru had fully entered the water at that point, blood dancing into the left eye from a particular gash above his brow. His jaws frothed, and his right leg tried keeping his chest and head above water.
If he was a demon, she would have been dead. Slaughtered and gone.
But Kagome didn't care. She was in so much pain, emotionally and physically, that whether or not she died she wanted to take a big ole chunk with her. Castrate him, maybe. Bleed him out like the pig he was.
Despite his cripple and the fighting tide, Sesshoumaru made it to her and lunged for her- probably aiming for her throat, but his nose landed bluntly and without purchase against her collarbone. His claws raked her belly, but Kagome could hardly feel it past the adrenaline simmering her blood.
So, she grabbed his ear, long and flopping as it spattered droplets of bloody water into the air in arcs, and twisted it hard in one hand. It off-balanced her attacker, so when her other hand accompanied the first it dug into his lips, striking her nails against his gums, his legs wound oddly beneath him.
She could see it in his eyes, his anger. Something that sparked between them, vicious toxicity.
And then his eyes widened before he sunk below the waves, his paws thrashing.
Then he was gone, leaving Kagome to pant in the spot she had been standing, hands tucking around herself as she watched the water- like Sesshoumaru could become a shark and head in for round three.
Seconds past, and then minutes. Did it really happen? It was a blur. Just a minute between woman and beast, where the beast was swept away.
And Kagome began to cry again. Low peals of sobs that rolled from her tongue. Gods. She wanted to go home.
"Kagome!?" Childish and thick, kind of blubbering. Shippo. Sweet little Shippo.
Kagome wiped at her tears and ducked a bit below the surface of the water, turning toward the bank with sad, worried eyes.
"Kagome! Are you here?" Shippo called again, his tail springing up behind some brushes.
Kagome cast her eyes to the side, trying to find the white flash of Sessoumaru's fur beneath the now sun-speckled river. Muscles tensing as she tried to spot the danger before shakily turning back.
"Over here!" Kagome called out, her voice cracking and gruff. Sore with more than just tears. Then, as an afterthought, she shouted back again: "G-get my bag!"
