Inu Yasha No Yume
Chapter 7 - Trap
Jumping back, she put her katana between the danger and her. "Naraku, I presume?" She sneered, uneasy.
He smiled wickedly but didn't answer right away. "And you are the Seer I've heard of."
She circled around away from the edge of the roof, keeping her blade between them. "And who told you that?"
"I have ways of knowing," He chuckled menacingly. "You are quite a wonder. I'd be glad to have you come with me," He stood casually, clearly not threatened by the katana blade at his chest.
"I serve no one. Least of all an evil such as yourself."
"I could give you anything you wanted."
He slid a finger along her blade, making her flinch. "You think this can stop me?" He grabbed the blade and held it aside, advancing faster than she had anticipated. "Aren't you afraid of me?" His face was inches from her and his breath could kill the dead it was so cold. She felt shivers climb her spine. "Why should I fear you?" He whipped around, freeing the blade from her hand. She gasped and went in for a punch, but his hand smacked hers down and it became difficult to move.
He stood behind her, her own blade at her throat. His right arm was wrapped tightly around her, across her chest and pinning her arms to her sides. "You should. At least you would be if you knew what I have in store for you since you refused me."
"Bastard! Let me go!"
He did just that. Tossing the blade casually over the roof, he than pushed her to his left, smacking her against the wall that cast shadows over them.
Her back hit hard, but she managed to keep her head from slamming into the wall in too hard of a fashion. She moaned and felt her knees give way slightly, causing her to slump to half of her actual height.
"That was a beautiful moan. I should like to hear more..." His smile was cruel as he advanced on her, the look in his eyes frightening away any visions that may have come when their skin touched. He laid his left hand on her shoulder and his right on her thigh, pushing back the protective layer of cloth that was her yukata.
She tried to scream, but the lump in her throat choked off al sound except for a fearful whisper. "N-no..."
Chapter 7 - Trap
Jumping back, she put her katana between the danger and her. "Naraku, I presume?" She sneered, uneasy.
He smiled wickedly but didn't answer right away. "And you are the Seer I've heard of."
She circled around away from the edge of the roof, keeping her blade between them. "And who told you that?"
"I have ways of knowing," He chuckled menacingly. "You are quite a wonder. I'd be glad to have you come with me," He stood casually, clearly not threatened by the katana blade at his chest.
"I serve no one. Least of all an evil such as yourself."
"I could give you anything you wanted."
He slid a finger along her blade, making her flinch. "You think this can stop me?" He grabbed the blade and held it aside, advancing faster than she had anticipated. "Aren't you afraid of me?" His face was inches from her and his breath could kill the dead it was so cold. She felt shivers climb her spine. "Why should I fear you?" He whipped around, freeing the blade from her hand. She gasped and went in for a punch, but his hand smacked hers down and it became difficult to move.
He stood behind her, her own blade at her throat. His right arm was wrapped tightly around her, across her chest and pinning her arms to her sides. "You should. At least you would be if you knew what I have in store for you since you refused me."
"Bastard! Let me go!"
He did just that. Tossing the blade casually over the roof, he than pushed her to his left, smacking her against the wall that cast shadows over them.
Her back hit hard, but she managed to keep her head from slamming into the wall in too hard of a fashion. She moaned and felt her knees give way slightly, causing her to slump to half of her actual height.
"That was a beautiful moan. I should like to hear more..." His smile was cruel as he advanced on her, the look in his eyes frightening away any visions that may have come when their skin touched. He laid his left hand on her shoulder and his right on her thigh, pushing back the protective layer of cloth that was her yukata.
She tried to scream, but the lump in her throat choked off al sound except for a fearful whisper. "N-no..."
