I have no idea where this is going….(suppose that's a bad thing?) -.-

"Rin."

Rin didn't stir from her sleep, but her name was still heard echoing into her fluid-inflamed ears. It was far away and strangely full of concern. The tone was deep and strong, almost as if the vibration could touch her. In her hazy mind she reached out for that feeling. Her tiny, curling fingers stretched out in front of her as far as they could reach. The small digits were searching for that sound and the feeling of comfort she'd become so accustomed. Layers of silk fell heavily over her in strands. A few of the ends gathered and slipped into her extended palms. A sigh escaped her as the heat surrounding her frame lessened a bit. The dripping sweat was removed, but Rin shivered in her feverish state. However, the comfort she suddenly found herself in seemed too perfect. Her head turned and nuzzled further into the warmth. Unlike the previous river of lava she'd been in where steam condensed sweat on her skin in an unwanted bath, this place was pleasantly even in temperature.

Sesshoumaru loosely fixated the fleece blanket around the girl in his arms. He'd removed her from her bed because she was obviously uncomfortable. Rin was bathed in sweat that constantly formed on her brow and writhed, thrashed under the covers. Her little legs kicked at the layers rustling and removing them one by one. Rin's usual face scrunched up and her hand reached out as if looking for something. Sesshoumaru tilted his head to the side. Her hand slid and smoothed over the covers, but what was amiss? Not even a minute passed before realization passed through his mind. Sesshoumaru released the band from his hair and leaned over his ward making sure to drape the long locks across the bed. He lifted what would be a forelock and let the tip brush over one of the wandering hands. Immediately the palm opened, flipping over until the strands were grasped strongly.

Rin calmed once enveloped by his arms, though she seemed too chilled. So the fleece blanket, one of the extra layers applied to her bed coverings, was taken and wrapped around her frame. The blanket was loose so as to not confine her. Sesshoumaru inwardly sighed as he looked down at the sleeping bundle cradled in his arms. Her head rested against his chest and her legs hung off his lap. Sesshoumaru was sitting in the chair Kaede had occupied before. He closed his eyes as he felt her stir. The hand grasping his hair tightened and was given a mild tug. Sesshoumaru gave his attention to his adoptive girl, but all that met his eyes was a toothless smile, for once the childish gap in her teeth was not in view.

She never appeared so innocent then how she did at that very moment. In the past, usually, Rin was always adorable in the eyes of others, but he could never see it. That sense of 'cuteness' was unknown and remained unseen, except now. In her sickly state of what would most likely be the flu, his daughter never looked more beautiful. Her shoulder length hair was tousled and her plump cheeks flushed, Sesshoumaru rubbed his temple with three of the fingers on his left hand. When Rin became of age, he would have a new day job- beating boys away from his daughter with a stick.

No one would be suitable, Sesshoumaru knew that now. In his eyes, another would only taint the rare elegance and purity of his little one. Rin was almost like an angel given to him, cast down from the skies, to protect. Yet there was one- a boy becoming close with his Rin, but they were only friends. At least they were for now. The boy was named Kohaku, the other red-head Sesshoumaru would not have to worry about. All he knew about Kohaku was that he also attended Seikio, at the normal grade level. Unlike his daughter, Kohaku did not skip a grade, but after further observation, the boy was in advanced classes. Sesshoumaru had seen him carrying an advanced chemistry book once when dropping Rin off at the Chikujitsu. The course wasn't that hard to understand, but for a common eight year old such as Kohaku, it was an accomplishment to be proud of.

Sesshoumaru pulled the blanket up higher until it reached the verge of Rin's chin. Sleepy eyes opened briefly, shining up at him, except this time it wasn't with happiness, but water. Globe tears of saline shimmied over the smooth contours of her cheeks down to curve around her button nose. Sesshoumaru watched them as if the tears were a wonder he'd never experienced. Actually, he'd seen many crying. There were tears from women he'd broken ties with, those from angry frustration before the breakdown, and then those of grief of souls long lost to death. However, Rin rarely ever cried and even then it was usually in the middle of the night from a nightmare or remembrance of her past. She thought he didn't hear her, but he could.

Once, Sesshoumaru had even felt compelled to go to her in her sadness or fright, but his feet never led him out the office door. Often Rin would seek him out and Sesshoumaru was almost always in his office. The two would fix a pot of tear and Rin would read to him one the books she was required to read for class. The pair would sit on the couch or the rocking chair with Rin on his lap. The lights would be out except for the one or two that was needed to read the novel. The last time, as he recalled, was an unknown book and some random thing she picked from a stack to review on the author's desk. The title was 'Backwater' by Bauer. The first name escaped him which was rare, but when she was explaining the time was three thirty something.

Rin's grip never vanished or removed itself from his hair. Instead, the strands were wound around her palm and threaded through her fingers. This alone had made Sesshoumaru move Rin up closer to his shoulder so he wouldn't have to bend over all night. For he was sure the girl would spend the rest of the night in his personal care heated by his body. Sesshoumaru remained in the chair, but put a pillow behind his head and held up by the high back of the chair. He slouched a tad to situate himself more comfortably and tightened his grip to ensure the safety of his little one on his lap.

"Be well, little one."

The whispered words disappeared as the lights relinquished their reign in the room. The vicinity diminished into darkness and swelled with the light entering through the drape-covered windows.

With Kagome

Eyes lay blank and shrouded by heavy lashes. The usual cerulean blue had long departed. Since she awoke, Kagome had yet to see another soul. It had been about two or so when she was captured and now the light coming in through her large window was dark. Naraku was confident as usual, just like before. There was a window at least four by four feet in its size. There were white drapes with a sheer satin overlay in a creamy hue. Each side was tied back with a piece of white lace tied to another sash attached to the wall.

The pained glass was thick and Kagome doubted she could break through it. Unlike before though, there weren't any bars over it. This meant that as long as she didn't try a pointless escape, this room would remain as nice as it was. Escape was useless; she'd tried it last time, over and over again, but every time she was caught. Eventually her living quarters were removed down into the dungeons. Still, Naraku knew she loved to watch the stars because even then Kagome had a window. It was small and had criss-crossing bars. It was near the top of the wall too, but since it was across from her elevated bunk, Kagome could still see out of it.

The walls of the room were a plain white and the only other furniture was a padded sitting chair with a matching foot stall. Well, besides the white futon she was currently laying on. That chair was probably where Naraku sat while waiting for her to awake, but he had yet to show himself. There wasn't any food, only the wooden bowl of water she saw resting above her head. If it was for her to wash her face or to drink didn't matter because Kagome had no plans on using it at all.

Kagome sighed, rolling over on her side. She was getting tired of staring at the ceiling. She'd been doing it for the past hour or so and now the silence was beginning to really irritate her. Kagome was on edge because it was almost as if she could feel Naraku's presence lurking and slinking along every inch of her room. So far, she had yet to discover any cameras, but knowing him there wouldn't be any. There weren't before, but then this was a much different situation. She hadn't sought him out. No longer did Kagome wish for any connection to the man either. Her eyes shut in a pained reminiscence.

Flashback

A bright eyed girl frantically searched for an exit. Her gaze fell longingly at a window near the top of the wall. Thick iron bars crossed over the thick glass, but still the moonlight filtered down into the dark cell. Kagome's lips thinned in frustration. That's the real reason why the stupid thing was there. It wasn't for hope, but rather torment. The outside was so close, one wall away, a one to two foot thick wall, but that barrier was the only thing between her and freedom.

The male in the corner smiled viciously showing his true wolfish nature. The handsome face was only the shallow shell for the menace within. Naraku wasn't a cruel man, per se, but he certainly did enjoy inner turmoil of warring hearts, sexual tension, and often had streaks of mild sadism. He moved stealthily closer, moving until his arms wrapped around her middle. The young girl had been staring with such intense yearning out the window, but the look nearly appeared to be a glare of aversion. Her aura jolted when his kiss touched her neck. The youthful beauty thrashed in his grasp. It seemed she no longer adored, or even appreciate his touch.

Naraku missed those times. This girl would lean in and long for his caresses. She was one of the first to truly listen to his opinions. His ideas did not seem too surreal, but in her naivety she believed they were possible to achieve. Her beauty had yet to bloom. Her breasts full, but not the voluptuous potential the pair had yet to reach. She teased him so, with her sweet lips and shy tongue. Kagome was only fifteen at the time and three years his junior, but she was erotic in her innocence. Naraku craved her from the first time he saw her walking down the street laughing in the center among her group of friends. It was all in the sway in her hips and the slight bounce of her breasts. The soft, natural curls that fell crowding her shoulders. She was growing it out though, she'd said so herself. One day he would bunch a long mass of her hair in his hands while he fucked her so hard she screamed. And oh- it would be so sweet, or it would have been. Events that were not his satisfaction occurred and now it was time to rectify them.

Kagome had become a goddess that had conquered and focused his desire. So, he delved in. He manipulated and said all the right words at the most perfect moments. Naraku had played his hand flawlessly. Kagome was so easy. For a month they enjoyed the body's god-given pleasures. However, after that, everything began to blur. Everything he had craved, needed, started to wane. Kagome was no different from his other 'acquaintances.' She was used and left, but that wasn't enough for her. She was persistent. Kagome would call, e-mail, and stop by his apartment. Apparently, his act was too strong and Kagome was just too innocent, well was since he stole that. She didn't believe it was a lie, so she kept coming back. That is why they were here at this moment. Naraku groaned. Just even thinking about it made him hard.

"Kagome, remember this was what you wanted. You love me; need me, so I am giving you everything. There are a few rules though. Rule number one: Never show your back to an enemy. Seeing your ass only makes me want to fuck you."

Naraku squeezed one of her breast that was now currently in his hand. His other arm remained crushing her body against him. The stiff erection pressed against her. Kagome ceased her struggles in shock and slight shame for the desire that was washing through her. Tears sprouted at her eyes and she once again regretted ever coming to see him at his country house in Hokkaido.

"It's said that a person never forgets the first person they have intercourse with. Well, Kagome, you're never going to escape these memories and everyday you'll wake to know it was your fault. You came to me and now I'll never let you go. Everywhere you go, I'll be watching."

Naraku whispered so softly, almost lovingly in her ear. Kagome dropped her chin onto her chest in despair. It was her fault, wasn't it? His hands roughly kneaded her breasts as he tongue licked a path to her neck. Kagome pulled away, but immediately his hand tightened painfully around her waist. Kagome could practically feel the bruise already forming on her hip. A gasp left her lips as a screech leapt unreleased into her throat. The sharp point twisted against her hip. Warmth dripped sluggishly down her skin. The blood-tainted dagger was lifted into view. She gritted her teeth as the blade returned to the same place and slit her skin diagonally this time instead of horizontally. And once again, Kagome was forced to endure his sexual carnage. Too soon the wound would no doubt be cleaned by his repulsive tongue before he would shove the appendage back into her mouth.

End Flashback

Kagome shuddered. It wasn't her fault. That was one of the only accomplishments her therapy had relayed past the walls that Kagome had erected around herself. Her eyes once again returned to their staring contest with the ceiling. Would she be taught the rules once again? She still knew them by heart, after all, how could she ever forget them? Naraku was right- he had always been there no matter where she went, but that was only because Kagome had been so paranoid. She had literally obsessed to the point of nearly being hospitalized. It wasn't that he followed her in the flesh, but his effect that pursued her consciousness. The only question was- why did Naraku show up so suddenly? Why now? He was planning something and Kikyo had a hand in it as well, but…what about Inuyasha?

I apologize for being so far behind in my chapters. -.- I just haven't been feeling up to it recently, but all of your reviews are wonderful. I won't be able to respond like I'd want to because I have no internet. Until the next update.