Hope you like it. I don't really care if you don't though...because I'm
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Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill or Inuyasha, or anything related to either of them.
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Lei non Deve Parlare, Sento Chapter 3-Twisted Nerve
Kagome cried, she wept on the cold cement ground and cried in misery. How was he here?! How was it possible!
Sesshomaru looked down at her coldly, not saying a word, and then he knelt down beside her and produced a kerchief from inside his jacket. Carefully, he lifted her head and began dabbing at the bloody scratches on her face.
At first she resisted, making soft noises of protest and trying to free herself from his grasp. But he wouldn't have it, and eventually fixed her with a hard, silencing stare.
"You must be wondering how I am here." He said while she cried and he continued to treat her wounds with the cloth.
She nodded a little, but that was the only answer she would give him.
"Try and look at me Kagome," there was no kindness in his tone. She obeyed him silently, letting her eyes rove over him from she lay on the ground. "Do I look any different?"
The crushing despair she felt, the agony of knowing that after all that she had just been through, he had somehow found her again was almost too suffocating to let her think clearly, but Kagome did notice many things different about him...His clothes, the fact that he called her by her name. And it couldn't have been possible for him to follow her through the well; he had destroyed it for one thing.
She nodded again.
"Then surely," he massaged her eyelid with the kerchief gently, "You must have reached a conclusion by now."
Kagome found her voice, it was cracking and small, but Sesshomaru still heard it, "You...you've lived this long..."
"Lived?" He said bitterly. He seemed much more talkative than he had been in the feudal era. "I wouldn't say that Kagome. I've waited, for you."
"How did you find me?" she asked in a very meek voice.
"How did I find you in this time you mean? I have my ways. As to how I knew that you'd traveled through time when you escaped me five centuries ago...I don't suppose you realized then that the elderly priestess was still alive."
"Kaede..." Kagome felt crushing grief then. If she'd just advanced a little farther into the old woman's hut...she might have found her still alive. If she'd just gone a little farther, Sesshomaru wouldn't have known, he wouldn't have found out from her, he wouldn't have sought her five hundred years later...
And what was it that made Sesshomaru even bother? Why was she worth it? She voiced her question faintly, "...Why?" Everything was so confusing and blurry at that moment; Kagome could hardly feel anything but her own remorse for her situation.
"Because, I told you that what you did to me was unforgivable."
Her anger came rising up to her again, and she could only cry. There was nothing else for it, she only had the strength to cry, and everything was so terrible, so awful just then that she didn't want to do anything but cry.
"And so," he continued, "I am going to punish you, Kagome, as I said I would. But not with death. Not yet."
She shivered, trying not to picture what he'd very possibly spent five hundred years thinking of as punishment for her. Kagome wouldn't have it, she hadn't deserved punishment in the first place, he'd always been the one who deserved punishment. Yet still she had been disciplined, and disciplined enough. He could kill her now, for all she cared.
"No..." Kagome whispered, still weeping.
"I expected you to say that," he said dryly. "And so I have prepared for it. Should you try and resist me Kagome, I will kill your mother, brother, and grandfather. How do you feel about your decision now?"
She would've screamed if she could. Now he had trapped her, there was nothing she could do, absolutely nothing. There was no way in hell that she would allow her own stubbornness to be the death of her loved ones. And it made her so frustrated, so furious that she wanted to scream and tear Sesshomaru apart. She would have done it in a heartbeat if she'd had the strength and power.
He took her angry silence as a signal of compliance, and suddenly began lifting her gingerly. She didn't make a move of rebellion; just let him put his hand under her knees, and another under her back. Her face rested in the crook of his neck, and she still sobbed softly.
***
Kagome next awoke in a pristine white bed, in a gray room without windows. There was a brown oak dresser to one side, and mirror. Then there were two doors on the opposite end of the room as the bed.
That was as far she could see from her location on her back amidst the sheets and comforter of her little bed. She didn't know where she was, but she remembered what had happened.
Kagome had fallen asleep from exhaustion sometime after Sesshomaru had helped her enter a black car. They had been driving somewhere, and their chauffeur had been a beautiful woman with long black hair and deep brown eyes. Kagome remembered that those eyes had been filled with hatred.
Then her mind traveled back even farther, to when she had found Sesshomaru waiting for her outside of the well house. Every word that they had each said, every move they had both made; his sickeningly obtuse gesture of wiping at the bloody scratches on her face with a white kerchief.
For a moment, Kagome thought that maybe it had been a dream, a vision sent to her in her state of pain and weakness. Perhaps now she was truly in the hospital, far away from any trace of Sesshomaru. Then she turned her head, and lying on a small nightstand by her shoulder was a white square of cloth; it was stained in some places with blood and grime.
Kagome then began to cry again, alone in her gray room.
***
Sesshomaru came to her later on that day. He entered the room and sat down on her bed near her.
"You've been asleep for two days." He said calmly.
She snarled at him, "What are you going to do to me?"
He regarded her very quietly for a moment, watching the anger and hatred burn in her eyes. As he did so, he tried to control his own. "I'm going to make you better," he finally said.
"How?" She spat viciously.
His eyes narrowed at her insolence, "You will understand later."
With that he rose and left, concluding the very brief conversation. Kagome whipped to the side as he was closing the door to face the wall. Sesshomaru then added, "Do not try to bring out the rage I feel for you Kagome, and I assure you that it is very great. For if you do, you will no doubt find the consequences of such a move to be very bad for your survival. Or your family's, for that matter." And then he closed the door softly behind him.
***
Kagome rested in bed again for the rest of that day and night, and then in the very early morning a nameless stranger came out of nowhere and shook her awake.
The girl refused to say anything to her except for a few commands now and then. She told Kagome to get out of bed, and then gave her a set of white clothes. White pants that ended halfway down her shins, and a white shirt. Both were made from rough silk. There were also two plain black shoes. The girl instructed Kagome to put the outfit on, and then told her to follow her.
Kagome tried very hard to get any sort of information from the girl. Who she was, why she was in her room, what she had to with Sesshomaru, where she was. But the girl wouldn't tell her a thing.
She followed the girl out of her room, and found that there was a long hallway before them that stretched in either direction. There were doors all along it, but they didn't appear to be on a quest to inspect any of the doors, so Kagome did her best to stifle her curiosity and confusion. They turned many corners together, and traversed many passageways, and after moving through the white-walled interior for some time, they finally stopped at a door.
At this point, the girl left Kagome, and though Kagome tried at first to go after her, the girl would simply stop and point at the door. She was like a robot, unfeeling, unresponsive, annoying, and frustrating.
Finally Kagome opened the door herself and stepped in. There was a room with brightly polished wood floors before her. It was vast, a very peaceful, wide-open space. Standing in the middle of the room was Sesshomaru; and standing next to Sesshomaru was a structure bolted into the ground made of two solid pieces of wood situated next to each other, with a stiff board set in between them.
Kagome felt rage grow in her heart, and thought once about running away from him down the intricate passageways before she remembered his threats concerning her family.
"Come here," he commanded shortly. He was dressed casually, nothing like herself. With plain jeans and a loose black business shirt. He had rolled the cuffs to his elbows, and it was unbuttoned a little at his neck.
She obeyed him and walked to him until they were very close to each other.
"Now Kagome, I am going to train you." He said suddenly.
"Train me?" She asked with a bitter laugh.
"Yes," he replied, ignoring the sarcasm in her question. "I am going to turn you into a very deadly fighter. And through this experience you and I will share, you will not resist, nor will you show me weakness. From this moment on, you are to be strong, and powerful. You will not refuse my requests, and you will not question me with insult or rebellion."
Kagome's eyes narrowed, "This is my punishment?"
"This is part of it." He then indicated the wooden structure at his side. "Stand in front of the board," he ordered.
She moved in front of it.
"Now hit it, with all of your strength."
Kagome gave him a mystified stare for only a second before she slapped the board with all of her hand.
He shook his head, "With your fist."
Kagome pounded her fist against it, and flinched in pain. Sesshomaru stepped in next to her, and demonstrated. He set his fingertips to the board first, and then punched it with enough force so that his hand emerged on the other side.
She straightened herself, prepared to attempt what he had done, though she knew it would not be possible for her. He had to be making her do it to make her even more angry and frustrated. But Kagome still did it. She set her fingertips against the wood just as he had done, and hit the board.
"Do it again," he said.
She forced her hand into it, hard. It was very painful.
"Again," he repeated.
Kagome scowled darkly and pounded her fist into the board. This time as she withdrew her hand a bloody stain remained. She winced in pain and held her fingers close to her to examine the torn skin on her knuckles.
Sesshomaru struck her violently and swiftly with the back of his hand in a rapid instant. It wasn't enough to severely injure her, but it did make Kagome reel and take a few shaky steps back from him. A stinging red mark was left on her cheek from where his hand had hit it.
She choked back her tears and hissed minutely before giving him a malevolent stare that promised pain she could not deliver to him. He met her gaze evenly and narrowed his eyes, "Again," he said dangerously.
She complied wordlessly, setting her fingers against the wood and slamming her fist against it.
"Again."
Kagome hit the wood.
"Again."
The little splash of blood on the board grew every time that her fist impacted it. He did not cease, and only drove her harder as he saw her tolerance growing. There were no visible results in the wood, but enough could be seen on her face and in her composure as she repeatedly pounded it mercilessly.
He almost smiled at her; she wanted to tear him apart. In fact, for as long as he could remember, Kagome had always worn that look for him. Pure loathing, pure hatred, pure rage, pure blood lust. She wanted to kill him, and he felt his own danger in training her. Should she ever gain the upper hand, ever, there was no doubt in his mind that she would most certainly destroy him.
It suddenly struck him as strange that he would remember her face in its pristine moments of absolute violence, even after five hundred years. He could only suppose that passion for revenge might do that to one's thoughts.
***
The discipline continued for days, then weeks, then years, never ending, and Kagome was expected still to perform tasks and duties befitting a regal creature. Never was she allowed to give into whatever injuries she sustained. When she questioned this in any manner Sesshomaru would quickly explain in a heated temper that pain was only to make her stronger, never weaker.
And the pain was so agonizing that it fed anger into her endlessly. Every scratch, every tear in her skin, every bruise reminded her of Sesshomaru, and she would correct them as much as she would correct him. The misery of her wounds kept her from eating, as she could hardly ever find the strength after her sessions to eat. Sesshomaru forced her to take food every so often, when he felt that she might truly die of exhaustion. But otherwise, he was not hesitant to push her as far as possible, if only for the sake of experimentation.
She bled each night, and so always as she retired to bed there were bandages awaiting her. Not bandages that would be wrapped for her, bandages that she would have to tie over her bloody flesh. There was no one in Sesshomaru's vast house that was allowed to even speak to her. Kagome was to perform every task of living herself, except for the minimal tasks that she would simply not have time for if she wanted to survive.
She soon learned the purpose of her white clothes and bedding. It was so that she could be reminded of how much blood she was shedding, because red showed so vibrantly on no other color.
And if she ever seemed to exhausted to move enough for an exercise in martial arts or weaponry, Sesshomaru would take her into a classroom in the vast house and school her in a variety of subjects. Language, history, etc...
Everything that happened to her took place in Sesshomaru's great house. It was enormous, and as far as she knew was located somewhere just outside of Tokyo. It didn't have many windows, but Sesshomaru would sometimes take her outside for lessons on how to drive certain vehicles, of which he had many.
Kagome also found out one day, to her great mortification, that Sesshomaru had somehow been able to gather the Shikon jewel together in the past five centuries. And he had it in his grasp, but he assured her when she looked so horror-stricken that he could not use it, and could barely even hold it, because the shards she had purified so long ago still survived within the rest of the tainted jewel, and until he had her transform them otherwise, things would remain neutral concerning that subject.
Her life with Sesshomaru, as a whole, was terrible. Every day was a living nightmare for Kagome that only made her more furious. And this ferocity, unbeknownst to her, was making her all the more powerful. Each time she pounded her fingers into that board, willing it to shatter for her fist, she was inspired with anger that she had never felt before.
It was enough to satisfy Sesshomaru. He was transforming this girl, bringing out her true colors, and her true colors were naturally more wonderful and extreme than anything else he had seen before in her. She would be far more reliable, far stronger. In his eyes, Kagome would be far more perfect.
Perfect for a purpose that Kagome still didn't understand. She was never allowed to know why he was schooling her in such a brutal way. If she dared to ask, he would find some way to silence her.
***
Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill or Inuyasha, or anything related to either of them.
***
Lei non Deve Parlare, Sento Chapter 3-Twisted Nerve
Kagome cried, she wept on the cold cement ground and cried in misery. How was he here?! How was it possible!
Sesshomaru looked down at her coldly, not saying a word, and then he knelt down beside her and produced a kerchief from inside his jacket. Carefully, he lifted her head and began dabbing at the bloody scratches on her face.
At first she resisted, making soft noises of protest and trying to free herself from his grasp. But he wouldn't have it, and eventually fixed her with a hard, silencing stare.
"You must be wondering how I am here." He said while she cried and he continued to treat her wounds with the cloth.
She nodded a little, but that was the only answer she would give him.
"Try and look at me Kagome," there was no kindness in his tone. She obeyed him silently, letting her eyes rove over him from she lay on the ground. "Do I look any different?"
The crushing despair she felt, the agony of knowing that after all that she had just been through, he had somehow found her again was almost too suffocating to let her think clearly, but Kagome did notice many things different about him...His clothes, the fact that he called her by her name. And it couldn't have been possible for him to follow her through the well; he had destroyed it for one thing.
She nodded again.
"Then surely," he massaged her eyelid with the kerchief gently, "You must have reached a conclusion by now."
Kagome found her voice, it was cracking and small, but Sesshomaru still heard it, "You...you've lived this long..."
"Lived?" He said bitterly. He seemed much more talkative than he had been in the feudal era. "I wouldn't say that Kagome. I've waited, for you."
"How did you find me?" she asked in a very meek voice.
"How did I find you in this time you mean? I have my ways. As to how I knew that you'd traveled through time when you escaped me five centuries ago...I don't suppose you realized then that the elderly priestess was still alive."
"Kaede..." Kagome felt crushing grief then. If she'd just advanced a little farther into the old woman's hut...she might have found her still alive. If she'd just gone a little farther, Sesshomaru wouldn't have known, he wouldn't have found out from her, he wouldn't have sought her five hundred years later...
And what was it that made Sesshomaru even bother? Why was she worth it? She voiced her question faintly, "...Why?" Everything was so confusing and blurry at that moment; Kagome could hardly feel anything but her own remorse for her situation.
"Because, I told you that what you did to me was unforgivable."
Her anger came rising up to her again, and she could only cry. There was nothing else for it, she only had the strength to cry, and everything was so terrible, so awful just then that she didn't want to do anything but cry.
"And so," he continued, "I am going to punish you, Kagome, as I said I would. But not with death. Not yet."
She shivered, trying not to picture what he'd very possibly spent five hundred years thinking of as punishment for her. Kagome wouldn't have it, she hadn't deserved punishment in the first place, he'd always been the one who deserved punishment. Yet still she had been disciplined, and disciplined enough. He could kill her now, for all she cared.
"No..." Kagome whispered, still weeping.
"I expected you to say that," he said dryly. "And so I have prepared for it. Should you try and resist me Kagome, I will kill your mother, brother, and grandfather. How do you feel about your decision now?"
She would've screamed if she could. Now he had trapped her, there was nothing she could do, absolutely nothing. There was no way in hell that she would allow her own stubbornness to be the death of her loved ones. And it made her so frustrated, so furious that she wanted to scream and tear Sesshomaru apart. She would have done it in a heartbeat if she'd had the strength and power.
He took her angry silence as a signal of compliance, and suddenly began lifting her gingerly. She didn't make a move of rebellion; just let him put his hand under her knees, and another under her back. Her face rested in the crook of his neck, and she still sobbed softly.
***
Kagome next awoke in a pristine white bed, in a gray room without windows. There was a brown oak dresser to one side, and mirror. Then there were two doors on the opposite end of the room as the bed.
That was as far she could see from her location on her back amidst the sheets and comforter of her little bed. She didn't know where she was, but she remembered what had happened.
Kagome had fallen asleep from exhaustion sometime after Sesshomaru had helped her enter a black car. They had been driving somewhere, and their chauffeur had been a beautiful woman with long black hair and deep brown eyes. Kagome remembered that those eyes had been filled with hatred.
Then her mind traveled back even farther, to when she had found Sesshomaru waiting for her outside of the well house. Every word that they had each said, every move they had both made; his sickeningly obtuse gesture of wiping at the bloody scratches on her face with a white kerchief.
For a moment, Kagome thought that maybe it had been a dream, a vision sent to her in her state of pain and weakness. Perhaps now she was truly in the hospital, far away from any trace of Sesshomaru. Then she turned her head, and lying on a small nightstand by her shoulder was a white square of cloth; it was stained in some places with blood and grime.
Kagome then began to cry again, alone in her gray room.
***
Sesshomaru came to her later on that day. He entered the room and sat down on her bed near her.
"You've been asleep for two days." He said calmly.
She snarled at him, "What are you going to do to me?"
He regarded her very quietly for a moment, watching the anger and hatred burn in her eyes. As he did so, he tried to control his own. "I'm going to make you better," he finally said.
"How?" She spat viciously.
His eyes narrowed at her insolence, "You will understand later."
With that he rose and left, concluding the very brief conversation. Kagome whipped to the side as he was closing the door to face the wall. Sesshomaru then added, "Do not try to bring out the rage I feel for you Kagome, and I assure you that it is very great. For if you do, you will no doubt find the consequences of such a move to be very bad for your survival. Or your family's, for that matter." And then he closed the door softly behind him.
***
Kagome rested in bed again for the rest of that day and night, and then in the very early morning a nameless stranger came out of nowhere and shook her awake.
The girl refused to say anything to her except for a few commands now and then. She told Kagome to get out of bed, and then gave her a set of white clothes. White pants that ended halfway down her shins, and a white shirt. Both were made from rough silk. There were also two plain black shoes. The girl instructed Kagome to put the outfit on, and then told her to follow her.
Kagome tried very hard to get any sort of information from the girl. Who she was, why she was in her room, what she had to with Sesshomaru, where she was. But the girl wouldn't tell her a thing.
She followed the girl out of her room, and found that there was a long hallway before them that stretched in either direction. There were doors all along it, but they didn't appear to be on a quest to inspect any of the doors, so Kagome did her best to stifle her curiosity and confusion. They turned many corners together, and traversed many passageways, and after moving through the white-walled interior for some time, they finally stopped at a door.
At this point, the girl left Kagome, and though Kagome tried at first to go after her, the girl would simply stop and point at the door. She was like a robot, unfeeling, unresponsive, annoying, and frustrating.
Finally Kagome opened the door herself and stepped in. There was a room with brightly polished wood floors before her. It was vast, a very peaceful, wide-open space. Standing in the middle of the room was Sesshomaru; and standing next to Sesshomaru was a structure bolted into the ground made of two solid pieces of wood situated next to each other, with a stiff board set in between them.
Kagome felt rage grow in her heart, and thought once about running away from him down the intricate passageways before she remembered his threats concerning her family.
"Come here," he commanded shortly. He was dressed casually, nothing like herself. With plain jeans and a loose black business shirt. He had rolled the cuffs to his elbows, and it was unbuttoned a little at his neck.
She obeyed him and walked to him until they were very close to each other.
"Now Kagome, I am going to train you." He said suddenly.
"Train me?" She asked with a bitter laugh.
"Yes," he replied, ignoring the sarcasm in her question. "I am going to turn you into a very deadly fighter. And through this experience you and I will share, you will not resist, nor will you show me weakness. From this moment on, you are to be strong, and powerful. You will not refuse my requests, and you will not question me with insult or rebellion."
Kagome's eyes narrowed, "This is my punishment?"
"This is part of it." He then indicated the wooden structure at his side. "Stand in front of the board," he ordered.
She moved in front of it.
"Now hit it, with all of your strength."
Kagome gave him a mystified stare for only a second before she slapped the board with all of her hand.
He shook his head, "With your fist."
Kagome pounded her fist against it, and flinched in pain. Sesshomaru stepped in next to her, and demonstrated. He set his fingertips to the board first, and then punched it with enough force so that his hand emerged on the other side.
She straightened herself, prepared to attempt what he had done, though she knew it would not be possible for her. He had to be making her do it to make her even more angry and frustrated. But Kagome still did it. She set her fingertips against the wood just as he had done, and hit the board.
"Do it again," he said.
She forced her hand into it, hard. It was very painful.
"Again," he repeated.
Kagome scowled darkly and pounded her fist into the board. This time as she withdrew her hand a bloody stain remained. She winced in pain and held her fingers close to her to examine the torn skin on her knuckles.
Sesshomaru struck her violently and swiftly with the back of his hand in a rapid instant. It wasn't enough to severely injure her, but it did make Kagome reel and take a few shaky steps back from him. A stinging red mark was left on her cheek from where his hand had hit it.
She choked back her tears and hissed minutely before giving him a malevolent stare that promised pain she could not deliver to him. He met her gaze evenly and narrowed his eyes, "Again," he said dangerously.
She complied wordlessly, setting her fingers against the wood and slamming her fist against it.
"Again."
Kagome hit the wood.
"Again."
The little splash of blood on the board grew every time that her fist impacted it. He did not cease, and only drove her harder as he saw her tolerance growing. There were no visible results in the wood, but enough could be seen on her face and in her composure as she repeatedly pounded it mercilessly.
He almost smiled at her; she wanted to tear him apart. In fact, for as long as he could remember, Kagome had always worn that look for him. Pure loathing, pure hatred, pure rage, pure blood lust. She wanted to kill him, and he felt his own danger in training her. Should she ever gain the upper hand, ever, there was no doubt in his mind that she would most certainly destroy him.
It suddenly struck him as strange that he would remember her face in its pristine moments of absolute violence, even after five hundred years. He could only suppose that passion for revenge might do that to one's thoughts.
***
The discipline continued for days, then weeks, then years, never ending, and Kagome was expected still to perform tasks and duties befitting a regal creature. Never was she allowed to give into whatever injuries she sustained. When she questioned this in any manner Sesshomaru would quickly explain in a heated temper that pain was only to make her stronger, never weaker.
And the pain was so agonizing that it fed anger into her endlessly. Every scratch, every tear in her skin, every bruise reminded her of Sesshomaru, and she would correct them as much as she would correct him. The misery of her wounds kept her from eating, as she could hardly ever find the strength after her sessions to eat. Sesshomaru forced her to take food every so often, when he felt that she might truly die of exhaustion. But otherwise, he was not hesitant to push her as far as possible, if only for the sake of experimentation.
She bled each night, and so always as she retired to bed there were bandages awaiting her. Not bandages that would be wrapped for her, bandages that she would have to tie over her bloody flesh. There was no one in Sesshomaru's vast house that was allowed to even speak to her. Kagome was to perform every task of living herself, except for the minimal tasks that she would simply not have time for if she wanted to survive.
She soon learned the purpose of her white clothes and bedding. It was so that she could be reminded of how much blood she was shedding, because red showed so vibrantly on no other color.
And if she ever seemed to exhausted to move enough for an exercise in martial arts or weaponry, Sesshomaru would take her into a classroom in the vast house and school her in a variety of subjects. Language, history, etc...
Everything that happened to her took place in Sesshomaru's great house. It was enormous, and as far as she knew was located somewhere just outside of Tokyo. It didn't have many windows, but Sesshomaru would sometimes take her outside for lessons on how to drive certain vehicles, of which he had many.
Kagome also found out one day, to her great mortification, that Sesshomaru had somehow been able to gather the Shikon jewel together in the past five centuries. And he had it in his grasp, but he assured her when she looked so horror-stricken that he could not use it, and could barely even hold it, because the shards she had purified so long ago still survived within the rest of the tainted jewel, and until he had her transform them otherwise, things would remain neutral concerning that subject.
Her life with Sesshomaru, as a whole, was terrible. Every day was a living nightmare for Kagome that only made her more furious. And this ferocity, unbeknownst to her, was making her all the more powerful. Each time she pounded her fingers into that board, willing it to shatter for her fist, she was inspired with anger that she had never felt before.
It was enough to satisfy Sesshomaru. He was transforming this girl, bringing out her true colors, and her true colors were naturally more wonderful and extreme than anything else he had seen before in her. She would be far more reliable, far stronger. In his eyes, Kagome would be far more perfect.
Perfect for a purpose that Kagome still didn't understand. She was never allowed to know why he was schooling her in such a brutal way. If she dared to ask, he would find some way to silence her.
***
