Yellow Tea Rose

Chapter One: Just a Victim in the Process

Each time I make my mother cry an

Angel dies and falls from heaven

When a boy is still a worm its hard to

Learn the number seven It's the first thing that they do

Each time I look outside

My mother dies, I feel my back its changing shape

When the worm consumes the boy its never

Considered rape

When they get to you

Prick your finger it is done…

The moon has now eclipsed the sun…

The angel has spread its wings

The time has come for bitter things…

-Marilyn Manson 'Cryptorchid'

The two figures stood in the dead of the night. The cloud laden sky gave off no guidance, save for the occasional cloud moving away from the white face of the moon, casting a silvered light on the two figures as they stealthily moved towards each other in a stoical manner. One was carrying a small bundle of cloth that let out the occasional gurgle or happy squall that broke the dead of night like a fist shattering a mirror. The people met. The light of the moon surfacing again, revealing the two figures. The two males stood in the lighted area in between the mountain and the forest. Defiantly staring each other down, the silence being broken by the gurgling and sighing of the little ookami infant in the bundle of cloth. The first male spoke, his voice soft but dark, no emotion in it as to whether he was pleased or not.

"You have brought the child. You would save your own village rather then keep your only offspring. You are a selfish demon Matsumo…" The returned reply was a remorseful sigh, the infant had quieted now, becoming sleepily entranced by the dancing lights that were the fireflies moving in the air around her father and the stranger.

"I am selfish because I love my clan…"

"Yet you give your daughter to me. Does this mean you do not love her as much as your clan?" The father looked up, his reddish wolf ears laying back a bit in fright and horror, Naraku was twisting the dagger that was already in his heart "I know that child is a female. You know I asked for a male Matsumo…"

"For the love of Amaterasu leave us be, this is the child you asked for." Matsumo begged with a pleading voice, he felt as if his heart was being clenched and squeezed of all life. Naraku had suddenly lunged forwards, his clawed hand plunging into the chest of Matsumo. It was he who was squeezing the wolf fathers heart. Ripping his hand backwards pulling out the life organ, the infant gave out a howling squall as she fell from her fathers dying hands. Matsumo fell to the ground, his amber eyes slowly fading. The squalling infant lay on her back and screamed at her father's side, the cold night air making her cry with fright. The heavy body of Matsumo flopped sideways, the thick red hair pooling over his shoulders and around his death mask. Naraku stood over him, slowly crushing the organ in his hands with a silent unbroken rage. The bruised heart fell from his hands with a soft 'thump' on the ground. Bending, he wiped his bloody hand on the haori of the wolf demon, the blood was pooling out of the hole in his chest. The child still squalled on the ground, screaming bloody blue murder. He stared down at the little black wolf ears of the girl; the thick tufts of chestnut hair surrounding them glistened with the dew from the grass. Her bright amber eyes were shut tight as she screamed with fear. It was cold on the ground and she had struck her face when she had fallen from her father's grips. Making no noise of sympathy, Naraku bent down and picked the child up, murmuring suddenly to himself.

"Not even a name…Matsumo must not have cared for you that much..." The baby sobbed in his arms, still squalling and crying. Her tiny little fists bunched up in infant like rage. "Tsatsukai..." He murmured again, the name had sprung to mind. Oddly enough it was the name of Onigumo's mother that he had uttered. He stood with the little wolf pup in his arms, staring down at its bawling face with nothing in his eyes, not caring that the infant was cold. "Tsatsukai." He said with finality, his voice held a slight edge to it, the child suddenly stopped squalling and stared up at Naraku with her big amber puppy eyes. The fading moonlight was sparkling them somewhat. She gurgled quietly and reached up with her chubby hand and snagged a small swath of black hair that was hanging in his face, she smiled a bit and he stared back down at her, nearly disgusted with the weakness of this little creature he held in his hands. He wondered if he should just crush the child's head and leave her with her dead father for the village to find in the morning. Naraku looked down at Matsumo and growled under his breath, suddenly having this urge to be better then this pathetic demon. Turning he walked back through the forest with the gurgling child in his hands, growling softly under his breath as he looked down at the quiet child. She had let go of his hair now and stared up at him with her large amber eyes, they had a slight edge to them. It was the lupine ferocity in them that set him off, it was slightly unnerving to see an infant with such a fierce gaze. It was…unnatural he thought to himself, musing quietly as the girl fell asleep in his arms whilst he moved towards his dwelling

50 years later…

The female slogged in the water, her heavy iron chains wearing her down, she gritted her teeth, the thick chestnut hair fell over her shoulders and swayed in her face as she bent to catch a fish in the holding pen. It flitted away with a sliver flash in the hot sun, her amber eyes watered with frustration. There were cuts and burns on her back and her sweat drizzled into them; making her miserable with the stinging pain. Reaching up, Tsatsukai pushed back the thick swathes of thick richly colored brown hair; it was waist length and difficult to deal with at times. The black wolf ears on her head were laid back in evident fury as the heavy chains on her wrists and legs were scaring the fish. She stepped on a loose rock on the stream bottom, it slipped out from underneath her and she fell backwards with a whoop of surprise. Landing heavily with an unceremonious splash in the knee-deep stream. The thick hair pooled in the water around her shoulders and she sputtered with evident frustration, surprise and a bit of embarrassment. Sukai looked back towards the bank, her pale cheeks turning a bit red as she go the dreaded look of supreme disapproval from her onlooker. Standing up with a sigh she went about her work again, not noting that her black knee length one layer linen work kimono was clinging to her developed and curvy body, the red sash at her waist acted like a corset and gave her a delectable figure. One that was admired from her onlooker.

Naraku was watching the girl at her work under the shade of a tree; he admired her perseverance and dedication, but disagreed with her spirit. She was in bondage because she had been disobedient as of late. The heavy iron chains would prevent her from lunging out at him as he degraded her and beat her. He smirked as he remember the fury of her claws and fists as she beat against him whilst he crushed her against the floor in fury of her rebellion. She had a wild spirit that begged to be broken and tamed by someone such as he. Tsatsukai had been unbearably rebellious when she was younger and she still was, yet to a lesser point now that he had succeeded in toning her attitude and sharply wicked tongue for both were nearly as bad as her dominating attitude. Naraku sat silently, watching her body sway as she bent and lunged at a fish. This time she grabbed it by the gills and snagged it deftly with her lithe fingers. Unfortunately her chains had hindered her, becoming entangled in them she stepped forwards to balance herself, she stepped on the chain dangling heavily from her wrist. Letting out a note of surprise she tried to straighten herself and her hand flicked backwards, the fish flying out of her hands hurtled through the air and hit Naraku in the face with a wet slimy "SMACK"! Sukai fell backwards again with yet another splash and a scream of anger and red-hot fury.

Reaching up angrily Naraku wiped the fish slime from his face and stood furiously as she floundered in the water, crying with frustration of being broken again by the damnable chains he had put on her. Naraku jumped into the stream and angrily grabbed her by a thick swath of wet hair. Sukai struggled letting out and angry squall of pain as he hauled her back through the water by her hair. She twisted, becoming hopelessly entangled in the long heavy chains and screaming obscenities at him all the while. He waded out of the water and threw her on her back as he stormed up the bank towards her. Lunging down he grabbed her by the throat, choking off her air; he lifted her into the air and slammed her back against the tree. Sukai let out a piteous whimper, gagging and choking for air, the rough bark of the tree grated against the painful burns and wounds on her back that she had received from him earlier on in the week. Pitifully she pawed at his hands with her broken and dull claws. Her wide amber eyes glazed over from lack of air and overload of fear. "In punishment you will learn to be more careful with the impediments I place on you, for if you do not I will undoubtedly take no pity on you Tsatsukai. I will have no hesitation in severing your head from your body…" Sukai nodded weakly, her head hanging a bit limply, not from dejection but from lack of air. She began to slowly black out. Naraku saw that she was nodding off, he looked her over and a sudden desire accosted him. Her black work yukata clung to her in unmentionable places. Slowly he unclasped his hand from around her throat and she slid limply to the ground, looking up at him dazedly, coughing and choking still, her mind flooding with sense again as she finally got oxygen to her brain. Looking down at her, he felt this desire take hold of him again, as she was so helpless with shock and lack of air.

Grabbing her roughly by the arm he hauled her up and pulled her a few hundred feet back into the darker bush of the forest by the river. This startled Tsatsukai, still dazed by the attack. Her head ached where he had pulled her hair and the stinging in the flesh of her back was buzzing her slightly, waking her up a bit. Naraku roughly threw her down again, she let out a startled noise and shook her head dazedly and sat up a bit looking up at her master with those defiant amber eyes. He advanced on her, feeling confident in his motion as he was just letting himself go, letting the odd desire take over. He wanted her now for some godforsaken reason. Naraku lunged at her, leaning down and grabbing her roughly by the edge of her fraying yukata he brought her up to him, her lips roughly meeting hers. Tsatsukai let out a stifled yelp and writhed about in fury, her dull and broken claws scratching piteously at his chest and neck; doing no damage whatsoever against him as she had broken the points and dulled the edges of her claws during her laborious tasks. His hands traveled over her body and with a deft flick of his wrist he ripped the old piece of clothing from her, revealing the pale skin of her form, marred here and there by bruises from his brutality against her clumsy and 'erring ways'. He reared back and undid the black sash over his own clothing, dropping it to the ground as he forced himself on her writhing form as she screamed out in protest. He muffled her noises with his mouth, forcing his lips on her own with a devilish animosity. He angrily grabbed a handful of her thick hair, close to the scalp. He yanked her head back, exposing the delicate white column that was her throat. Growling furiously under his breath he bit her neck and shoulders, marring the perfect skin with oral circles of saliva and her own blood as it seeped from the puncture wounds that he left on her. Meanwhile, his lust was growing apparent, the more she struggled the more he lusted for that taste of her flesh and the feel of his hips grating against her own lithe body.

His erection slipped in-between her legs and she twisted angrily, the chains on her wrists and ankles helped in no way, they just made metallic noises that rang as an under lull to her whimpering and sobs of pain and fear. The grip on her hair tightened as he thrusted inside of her, feeling the tear of her delicate hymen; the proof that she had never been touched. Sukai cried out in pain and shivered violently as he molested her skin with his teeth, marking her as his own; his toy of sickening amusement. Travelling his mouth down her neck and over her collar bone he bit down on the delicate curve of the top of her breast, drawing an anguished cry from his victim as she bucked beneath him, his hips grinding against hers, forcing himself deeper into her untouched depths. The tight walls of her womanhood enclosing him like a sheath of velvet as he painful drove home again and again. The dull pain spreading from her loins into her lower abdomen as she gave up suddenly, her mind shutting down and forcing her to become mechanical. Tsatsukai lay there bitterly as he continued to ravage and molest her body, his claws raking down over her chest and stomach, gashing the delicate flesh open and letting streams of red pain pool over her tummy and down her sides. Her amber eyes were closed to all of this as he released inside of her, feeling herself shudder in revulsion as he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced him self deeper into her, using her body as a lever to penetrate deeper. He continued to thrust in her, vaguely she would recall later on that she wondered when she would die from his torture of rape. He continued to force himself on her, using the chains to restrain her and subdue her, as she would sometimes suddenly have a burst of inexplicable rage that she would nearly buck him off. These outbursts only made him more aroused, his hardness pushing into her painfully as he continued to mark her as his own, the bloody circles on her shoulders and neck swelling hurtfully as he then bit down on her nipples, causing her to scream wildly in pain. She sobbed tears of dark pain as he came in her for the third time in the last hour at least. Tsatsukai had an undeniable amount of pain wracking her body, as he removed himself from her she curled up and cried.

Naraku looked down at the demoness he had just inexplicably molested. The blood from her stomach and shoulders smelled sweet and he would nearly lust for it again as he had lusted for her body. Suddenly becoming sober her leaned over and picked up his clothing, replacing it on the appropriate parts of his body and tying the sash around his waist. He stood, coldly regarding the wolf girl with a cool manner as she sobbed on the ground, her arms wrapped protectively around herself feeling the cuts and scrapes and bite marks he had left on her flesh. Her naked body curled up in fetal position; she sobbed and bled into the forest floor, feeling so dirty and soiled. Naraku stared at h im for a few minutes longer, not yet wanting to contemplate his actions against his captive, he turned and calmly strode from the area, the gloomy twilight covering his retreat. He would return for her later. Now was the time for thought.

Author notes: Soooooooooooooooooo thios is the first chapter, be nice when you review because this is my first Inuyasha fan fic...I k now the raping is probably a little sick but its how the story came to me. Read review and HOPEFULLY enjoy! Next chapter is to come soon!

Ja Ne!