Authors note: Ok so I had someone ask me where Sesshoumaru fits into the story and that made me think well are they thinking this is a Sessh/Naraku slash fic….er….no….this is a Sesshoumaru/ Character I created….I hope no one gets mixed up with that idea….ook so now ON TO MY STORY!

Yellow Tea Rose

Chapter two: Contemplation of the Devil

She's made of hair and bone and little teeth

And things I cannot speak

She comes on like a crippled plaything

Spine is just a string

I wrapped our love in all this foil

Silver-tight like spider legs

I never wanted it to ever spoil

But flies will always lay their eggs

Take your hatred out on me

Make your victim my head

I never ever believed in me

I am your tourniquet

Marilyn Manson- Tourniquet

Naraku wandered back towards the walls of his abode, idly staring up at the sky, not exactly pondering upon the thoughts of the last hour he had just spent defiling his slave- Tsatsukai. His eyes wandered over the compound he had taken residence in, there were still rotting corpses from the soldiers he had killed before inhabiting the complex. He of course had enslaved the princess; it was his custom as to do so after taking hold of a castle. Though he never did get much time to play with the enslaved girls he captured, most of it was all focused on Tsatsukai and her tireless attempts to escape him. He stopped and slid open the door of a room and moved inside it silently. The sudden image of the girl lying on the ground covered in her blood and dirt from the forest floor drew him back into the contemplation of his actions. Sitting silently in the middle of the darkened room he looked out the door which he had left open. Knowing exactly what had gripped him and possessed him to commit such an act; the loathsome side of him named Onigumo. The lecherous wretch that his body had been originally made of. Obviously he had been subconsciously harboring feelings for the whelp since the day he had picked her up off the ground from beside her fathers dead body. The child was named after Onigumo's mother for some godforsaken reason.

"Ah but you said the name out loud." The wretch spoke through his mind with a freed ambition. Naraku usually would have silenced this outbreak but this time he let it speak with a mind of its own, nearly bewildered still by his actions.

"And does this mean anything?" He questioned out loud to himself, only hearing the reply of Onigumo within his mind.

"Of course it does, you are the one who has control. I have none. I am merely an entity within you body."

"But you are yet there enough to take control of me long enough to rape the girl."

"You forget that I am easily subdued. I am only free if you give birth to me of your own flesh…"

"Something you can only dream of…your presence sickens me…

"I am very much sure that this feeling is mutual…I have to use your body to make my own pleasure…"

"Disgrace…I made you live…"

"And with out my body you would not exist either Baka na!" Naraku immediately silenced the entity with a growl, his eyes flaring. Sitting there he stared out the door, expecting the battered slave to emerge from the night and shuffle into the corner where she slept, whimpering and shivering with cold as he had ripped her only yukata into an irreparable state. The chains would weigh her tired and beaten body so she would not attempt to escape. His mind wandered outwards, as he became a bit drowsy, the heaviness of sleeps blanket taking him some. Rising he made his way over to his pallet and lay down. Taking his rest.

Sukai shuddered on the forest floor as Naraku replaced his clothing, trembling in fear as he said nothing and left silently with nearly nonexistent footsteps. Her massacred body reeked of blood and his scent was heavy in her nose. She bit her quivering lower lip, her body aching and sore, especially in her lower abdomen and in between her thighs where there were already bruises forming on her delicate flesh. Crying bitterly she did her best to block out the image of his face above hers and the sneer on his lips as they touched hers with a chemical burn. She shivered, detesting the vile taste of his lips against her own. Struggling for control she turned over and pushed herself up of the ground with her hands, gasping and shivering with prolonged fear. Suddenly feeling an odd tightening in the muscles of her tongue and throat, she lurched forwards, vomiting what little contents there were in her stomach onto the forest floor. She spat out the chyme in her mouth, the bile and tears welling up again as she wretched again, not bringing anything up but dry heaving. Rolling onto her back she sobbed pathetically, her body wracked with pain and her stomach feeling like it had expulsed itself out her mouth. She tried again to sit up, this time achieving her goal of standing erect, putting her hand agaisnt a tree for support, her chest heaving with harsh breath. Her head was spinning a bit and she closed her eyes to try and steady her reeling body. She felt so weighted with the chains on, it was as if her body and extremities were laden with lead and she was slowly drowning in the world.

She shivered, her skin was moist with the night air, and it stung her body like a whiplash. Moving slowly she knelt beside the remnants of her ripped yukata and picked them up slowly, eyeing the tears in it that were not able to be repaired. Sukai sighed and slipped it on, trying to ignore the scent of her blood and the smell of her rapist that was mingled with her own smell. Reaching for the red sash, she stopped suddenly, listening intently with her wolf ears. She had heard a noise, turning her head she looked over her shoulder and into the darkness behind her, which was really quite easy since she could see very well in the night. Seeing nothing she turned her back again and stood, wrapping the torn yukata around her body, it did not cover her breast as well as she had hoped. In fact the piece of clothing bared them quite brusquely. Taking the long sash she wrapped it down her torso, doing her best to cover all her unmentionable spots. Not really wanting to go back to the castle and face her tormentor, she instead turned and made deeper into the forest, to the edge of the boundary. Making her silent way to a small outcropping of rocks that she had often slept under as a shelter when she escaped during work.

The watcher had bore his eyes into the girls back with evident surprise and interest, she reeked of male essence and blood- her blood. It was interesting to see a female with so much spunk and fight. His amber eyes watched her as she crept past him, she did not notice this figure as she passed and he could not blame her. The mind had been traumatized so badly that it was expected that she would be absent-minded and sidetracked. And as for smelling his scent; she was obviously surrounded in the smell of her own blood and the scent of her rapist, so much so that she could not smell anything else. And the chains that were attatched to her made enough noise to wake the dead.

After she had passed him, he began to follow her at a slower more leisurely pace. Still able to smell the reeks of semen and blood even as she was about 100 meters in front of him and she carried with her the stench of rape. She had cleared the forest now and he stood within the shadowed fringe of the forest, watching her slowly and painfully make her way over to a stone outcrop. The large grey boulders were lit by the half moon so she had very little trouble finding the hole that she slept in. Slowly, she climbed them and slid into a small opening that was sheltered by the rocks. Casually, he moved silently over towards the outcrop. His feet barely crushed the grasses he stood on. The moonlight suddenly colored his pale face, bathing it in the lunar glow of the night. His white hair glowing as well in an eerie manner. Thinking to himself, Sesshoumaru looked placidly at the opening in the middle of the pile of stones, tilting his head and listening intently. He could hear her heart slow and her breathing deepen as the thick realms of sleep took her battered body. Walking back towards the fringes of the forest, he smirked watched the rocks from the darkness of the woods, knowing that the scent of blood could draw predators to her like flies to a corpse; most likely larger demons that wouldn't mind the taste of wolf flesh.

Sesshoumaru crossed his arms over his chest. The enhanced human arm glowed with the strength of a jewel shard. He thought back to when he had first came upon the scene of her plight, remembering a familiar scent there that he had paid no heed to. Thinking harder a name suddenly sprung to mind- Naraku. He suddenly moved, not thinking about what he was doing as he began to walk away, leaving the girl to her fate, knowing that it was unwise to meddle in the affairs of Naraku. The canine youkai knew he wanted nothing to do with the loathsome hanyou, especially with his slaves. He, Lord Sesshoumaru, was higher then protecting slaves of his enemy, even if they were forced into the act of mating. Quietly he moved past the rocky outcrop, something nagging at the corner of his mind as he ignored a whimper that she made whilst she slept in probably dreams of horrors. He managed to pass without waking her. Not looking back, he moved away slowly at his own stately pace. A light night breeze swished the silver white locks over his face as he stared out over the whispering grasses; that nagging was still pulling and tugging at the edge of his mind and he fought it with his cruel composure. Stopping abruptly he turned and looked at the rocks, again that small tugging at the edge of his mind wormed its way into his stature. It was like parasite that was eating its way into his cool and collected mind, setting it awry with something near guilt like in quality. Growling softly to himself he turned and walked back to the rocks, deftly he climbed up one and sat there glowering inwardly at himself as he sat there begrudgingly.

" I am not protecting her…"

He said out loud to himself, not knowing the exact reason as to why he said it out loud, it was more or less for subconscious reassurance that he was not pitying her. His ears caught the stirring of her as she had heard his voice, tensing a bit he listened to her turn over and he slipped off the rock and quietly moved to the back of the outcrop and easily scaled it to sit at the top of the stack. He looked down as she poked her head out and looked around, smelling something different in the air. Whimpering she drew back into her small hole and he could hear her breathing quicken some. Perhaps she thought that Naraku was near again. Sighing, he straightened and spoke loudly enough for her to hear. "If you stray from this rocks to look at me, I will kill you…you will stay in there until sun break...and then you may leave." He was surprised at his own voice and how cold it felt. Shaking his head he growled to reiterate the warning, hearing her whimper piteously was enough to make him shudder with disgust at how pathetically weak she really was right now. He could hear the clinking and rattling of the chains as she moved around, her voice came as a muffled whimpering tone.

"Who are you……?"

She moaned in pain and moved again, the chains rustling and clanking again.

"Nobody…."

Yet ANOTHER authors note: yes so I have no clue what I am going to do with this…It may take some time for me to figure out what I am going to do with the story line but give me time and I am sure that I will come up with some fabulous plot twist!

Ja Ne!

Narakaromaru