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Chapter Twelve: Reflections of Pain

She scowled at him, hands clenching into fists as she snarled back, "How dare you! I don't belong to you. I love Sesshomaru!"

Slapping her soundly across the cheek, he fisted a hand into her raven locks and yanked her face toward his, murmuring, "I'm sorry I had to do that, pet. It pains me to have to hurt you, but you must know your place. I do not wish to hear about him anymore. You will think of me and only me, understand?"

Wincing from the pain, Kagome tossed aside all better judgment and spat in his face, watching with satisfaction as her saliva trailed down his cheek.

Eyes shutting slowly, he wiped her spit from his person and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. Glancing up at her with a look of displeasure, he released a small amount of miasma from his body, using it to lift himself from the floor and come eye to eye with his captive.

Kagome shivered a little at the look he was giving her. Getting another slap would have been better than the leer he was currently bestowing upon her.

"Pet," he scolded, "what did I tell you?"

Face twisting into an expression of rage, she shouted angrily, "I don't care what you said! You're absolutely insane if you think I'm going to be your little bitch! Go fuck yourself Naraku!"

Eye twitching, his hand shot out and clamped onto her chin, making sure she did not attempt to turn away from him as he moved closer. Noses only a centimeter or so apart, he growled, "I warned you, don't say I didn't warn you! Now, because of your insubordination, I will have to punish you again. If need be, I will continue to do so until you learn your place, woman!" With that he sunk his fangs into the flesh of her shoulder, clamping down hard and refusing to let go until she submitted.

Screaming at the surge of agony that shot through her, Kagome tried her best to wiggle her way out of the fierce grip he had on her, finding that the more she moved, the more pain she felt.

Groaning at the taste of her sweet, fresh blood, Naraku refused to let up, his jaws remaining clamped onto her milky shoulder, staining her ivory skin in blotches of crimson. Finally, after a few moments of her fruitless wriggling, she stilled, her quite whimpering the only noise she made. Pulling his canines from their place lodged in her flesh, he lapped up the small threads of blood that weaved their way down her arm. Licking his lips free of her life giving nectar, he lifted a claw to her cheek and traced a gentle line to her jaw, relishing in the smoothness of her skin.

"So fiery, so defiant… we'll have to see to that. It may take a while, but I'm a patient man. You will become obedient, my dear, even if it takes years to train you. I will not have my woman being noncompliant," he scolded.

Eyes widening, another tear sliding from the tips of her lashes to follow the damp path down her cheek, she shook her head in disbelief and horror. "You're sick! Honestly, what is wrong with you? What in the name of the gods possessed you into thinking that I would ever turn into your little servant girl? I will never bow down to the likes of you!"

Growling a little in warning, Naraku fisted his hand into her hair and gave it a little jerk, reminding her of what would happen should she continue.

Disregarding his admonition, Kagome continued on, numerous other tears leaking from her eyes to pool at her chin and fall onto the tops of her breasts. "For some unknown reason, you have it in your head that females should worship the ground you walk on. You may be attractive, Naraku, but no self respecting woman would stand by and let you treat her like a slave!"

"Misbehaving again, pet? It is not wise to test the patience of this Naraku. Do you wish to be punished again?" he admonished.

Kagome blanched. The threat rang clear in his voice, the layers of honeyed tenor thundering through the otherwise silent room. Squashing the little voice in her head that told her to stay silent and hope for the best, Kagome steeled herself and continued to rant, "My gods, are you serious? Are you not listening to a word I'm saying? I'm not ever going to be your little pet, Naraku, get that through your thick skull!"

Huffing, the crimson eyed hanyou lowered him self back down to the floor, dispelling the miasma he had summoned. Staring up at her with disappointment in his eyes, he turned away and walked back into the shadows.

Sighing in relief, Kagome slumped forward, or at least as much as her binds would let her. After a sudden shuffling noise from the shadows before her, her anxiety level was tightly strung once again, perspiration forming on the delicate curve of her feminine brow.

Naraku had returned; a knowing, sadistic smile on his face. For what seemed to be the umpteenth time that night, she felt fear, bitter and suffocating, prick her soul. Whining much like a newborn pup would, she cringed back against the wall, eyes never once leaving the figure that was stalking up to her with the fluidity of a shadow.

His long, smooth glides brought him quickly to stand before her, hands behind his back. "I've got a present for you, pet. Open your mouth." When she refused, he frowned and pulled one hand from behind his back, clamping it onto her jaw in a painful manner.

The instant she opened her mouth to protest, something small and black had been shoved into it. Mortified expression taking over her attractive features, she could do naught but struggle as Naraku pulled the strap of the gag around her head.

Pulling back, the dark hanyou eyed the little ball gag in her mouth before looking up into her eyes. Defiant cerulean orbs glared down at him. Chuckling, he tilted his head to the side and cooed, "Don't be angry, love, it's only for a short while. Be a good little girl and I'll take it out soon." He simply adored the indignant look in her eyes, and though it delighted him to watch her fight, another part of him, a selfish and childish part, wanted her to adore him. In time she would… he would see to that.

Growling around the gag, she cursed him using words no good woman should use, blood seeping from where her binds scraped her flesh as her struggles began anew. The raw skin of her wrists stung, making her dig her teeth into the small, black ball.

Her squirming ceased the second he stepped toward her, determination and purpose written across his face. She had expected the brush of fingers against her cheek. She had expected the waft of his breath against her neck. She had not, however, expected him to lower his mouth to her chest and nip roughly at her nipple through the thin material of her dress.

It was unfairly cold in the room in which she was chained, and her body, despite her protests, reacted to such. Her skin grew taut, flesh becoming riddled with goose bumps. The small, fine hairs covering her body rose on end. And, of course, her nipples hardened. The thin fabric of her gown did nothing to hide her current state and apparently Naraku had taken notice, for her was currently laving them with attention through the silk of her garment. While his teeth pinched one tight peak, one of his hands teased the other, fingers strumming it rhythmically.

Yelping at the unwelcome touch, Kagome tried her best to buck him off, chest twisting this way and that to strain away from him. Surprisingly enough, he pulled away from her for a moment, and she was away with the hope that maybe, just maybe, he would come to his senses and realize how wrong this was.

Instead of doing that, though, he simply buried his face between her breasts, inhaling deeply and nuzzling the small amount of cleavage her torn dress was showing. His lips, his cruel, sadistic lips, pressed gentle, open mouthed kisses along her collarbone up to her jaw. One of his hands came to rest against the wall while the other found the slit in her dress, eager fingers skimming the exposed thigh.

Now screaming around her gag, Kagome wriggled frantically as his smooth fingers grew dangerously close to her core. His mouth was now at her throat, his tongue and teeth torturing her sensitive skin.

The instant his vile fingers came in contact with the fabric of her panties, something inside of her clicked; like a thread pulled taut to the point of breaking and then, finally, after a single tug, snapping.

A warm, broiling sense became present in her, spreading out from her middle, where it seemed to be centered, to engulf her entire body in a soothing, tingling sensation. It wasn't unpleasant in any way, like the soft whisper of a feather against one's skin. From the pit of her very soul it whirled up like a cyclone, making her feel light and giddy. It spread to every inch of her body before coiling in on itself like a spring, and then, with a spur of power, it released, exploding outward in every direction.

Naraku watched in mortified fascination as her flesh took on an ethereal pink glow, her eyes turning pure white; the silvery-blue irises fading into a single canvas of pristine light.

He had known from the beginning of her miko powers, ever since he'd first met her, but from what he'd witnessed the girl had no knowledge of her own potential. Now, however, it was obvious that she was conscious of her ability. Painfully obvious, in fact, since her spiritual energy burst forth from her with such force that it sent him flying, crashing against him like a wave of needles. It was an odd sensation, the feeling of her power, it was cool at first, like a waft of winter air, but then, after a moment's time, it heated to a degree that made him hiss in pain, the raw energy singing his skin.

The wave of power lasted only momentarily before returning to the depths of her soul. Her lithe, little body fell limp, chin resting against her chest as though she were asleep.

Naraku remained on the floor for a moment, waiting to see if she would act up again or if she was truly spent. After having waited a minute or so, he was convinced that it was safe to approach her once more. He had definitely not expected such a show of magic from the girl, but it didn't deter him in the least. In fact, it only fueled his desire for her more. With a woman as powerful as she on his arm, none would stand in his way.

She was now on the floor, her binds snapped from the magnitude of her outburst. The gag, as well, was no longer in its original place, and lay uselessly on the floor a few feet away.

Coming to stand in front of her prone form, he admired the way her hair cascaded around her shoulders in loose curls, having been freed of its confines during her explosion of power. All traces of his mark, he noticed, were gone; healed when her miko ability had kicked in. Not even a light scar was left in its place. She was so very vulnerable at the moment, so ripe and fresh and ready for him to simple pounce on and brand with his mark, his scent… his seed.

Eyes fluttering in exhaustion, Kagome called up what little strength she had left to push herself into a sitting position, her bleary vision slowly returning to her. What had that bizarre sensation been? It was similar to what she felt while practicing her healing skills, but much, much stronger. Was that the destructive force of her miko ability? She didn't know, but what she did realize was that it had been a one time deal. Though she desperately tried to call up the unseen force again, to ward of her captor, it would not return, having been diminished greatly during her outburst. She supposed it was due to the fact that she had little to no experience with her spiritual energy, and had never summoned her power in such a way. So, for the time being, she was at the mercy of the demon she had just attempted to purify.

Fussing over the singed skin on his cheek, Naraku grumbled a little, but gave a smug smile when it simply molded back together. Leaning down, he grasped her by the forearm and tugged her up, wrapping his own arm around her waist and dragging her lax form against his.

She made a small sound of protest, but made no move to push him away. He grinned at her submissive behavior, knowing it was due to her exhaustion, but not really caring all the same. Lifting her chin with his free hand, he smirked down at her and whispered, "That was quite the show, pet, very amusing… and arousing."

She groaned. Did this man ever grow tired of being thick headed and egotistical? 'Dumb question,' she mocked herself, pressing her hands against his chest in a weak attempt to push away.

"No use resisting me, koi, this Naraku always gets what he wants," he informed her before pressing his lips to hers in a relentless kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and, when her teeth dug weakly into the fleshy muscle, he smirked and thrust it in further, not caring that her little ningen canines had drawn a slight amount of blood. Savoring every inch of her sweet depths, he moaned in abandon as his fangs began to lengthen, piercing the delicate skin of her lip. Pulling back, he suckled the lobe of soft, wet flesh into his mouth and lapped at the life fluid he had drawn. Kissing her one final time, he moved his mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder, not wanting to waste any more time. She would be his, and by the gods no one was going to rob him of his victory.

A sudden, soul shaking howl reverberated through the expanse of the room they were currently occupying, making Naraku pause in his endeavor. Kagome lifted her head from its spot against his bicep, her lips curving into a delicate smile as she whispered, "Sesshomaru."

Hearing the name of his rival, Naraku snarled and moved to place the limp form of his soon-to-be mate on a table. Rounding just as the door to the room was flung open, he growled in warning at the intruder.

Blood red eyes stared coldly at the hanyou that stood not but a few meters away. Then, scenting his angel's tantalizing aroma, he peered past Naraku's rigid form to the little bundle on the table. Seeing her near unconsciousness did nothing to soothe the beast that was tugging at his last threads of self control, making a low snarl spill from his parted lips. Ivory canines glinted dangerously, their sharp edges thirsting for blood… the blood of the one who had hurt his dearest angel.

Flexing his claws, he allowed a small amount of acid to seep into their tips, the green, viscous material sizzling.

"You," Naraku seethed, eyes narrowing in fury, "you dare intrude into my home?"

Snorting lightly, Sesshomaru spat back, in equally venomous tones, "Do not speak to me of honor, hanyou, when it is you who took Kagome against her will. You know nothing of the word, you filth."

Hissing in a very insect like fashion, Naraku stepped in front of Kagome, hiding her from Sesshomaru's view. Eyes drowning in a sea of red, he felt his more primal side surface, his rage fueling the fire that bubbled behind calculating orbs.

Never having been one to wait, Sesshomaru sped forward, claws outstretched, and swung at his enemy, acidic goop leaking from his fingertips.

Ducking out of the way just before his face became acquainted with the end of Sesshomaru's poison claws, Naraku sprung with an attack of his own, a thin, spindly tentacle protruding form his back to spear into the inu youkai.

Grasping the offending appendage that had skewered his shoulder, Sesshomaru melted it with ease, his expression belying the pain he felt. Summoning his acid whip, he slashed a deep laceration into the hanyou's chest, smirking inwardly as he watched crimson life fluid spurt forth.

Both healed almost instantly, neither one seeming fazed by the others attack.

"She will be mine, Sesshomaru; I spotted her long before you even knew she existed," Naraku promised.

"You speak as though you believe you actually stand a chance, Naraku. This Sesshomaru will not be felled by the likes of a lowly half breed. You're out of your league."

The two leapt for one another, bodies, colliding half way with a massive surge of power, sending one another flying backwards.

"It seems," the spider hanyou taunted, "that I'm holding my own rather well. You are overconfident, dog." Smirking coldly, he looked quickly to where Kagome lay resting on the table. "Though I can't blame you for wanting her, she is off limits to you. I have laid claim on her. She was my property long ago. You had no right to trespass."

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Sesshomaru bit out coldly, "You forget your station, half breed. I am above you; therefore it is you who has no right to touch that which belongs to me. I overrule your claim."

Smirk broadening, Naraku purred darkly, "I have already touched her, oh Great Lord Sesshomaru, and plan on doing much more. She will writhe beneath me this very night, and no one, not even the all powerful Taiyoukai of the West, will stand in my way. Kagome… will be my bitch."

At hearing that he could hold back no longer, his restraint slipping completely as his beast roared its fury in a feral proclamation. Fighting the urge to transform into his true form, in fear that he would destroy the building and in turn kill his love, he simply rushed forth with impeccable speed, his arm spearing directly through the hanyou's chest. As he withdrew, a spray of his poison was added to the open wound, quickly sinking into Naraku's bloodstream to slow his healing ability and all other bodily functions.

Yowling in pain, Naraku wheeled backward, fear etched into his features at the feeling of his opponent's aura. Never before had he felt something so huge and menacing, so outrageously intense. The taiyoukai's aura alone singed his flesh, making him shrink away.

Seeing his foe sinking back, Sesshomaru dematerialized and reformed him self behind the spider demon. Brandishing lengthened claws, he ripped through the flesh of Naraku's arm, tearing it from his body.

Crying out in an inhuman fashion, Naraku bared his teeth and threw a punch at the insufferable dog youkai. Instead of his fist meeting with the flesh of Sesshomaru's face, however, a deep, fatal wound was carved into his throat, ripping the arteries.

Watching in a bored manner as Naraku fell into a pool of his own blood, Sesshomaru then turned to Kagome and quickly rushed to her side. Gathering her into his arms he nuzzled her chin, a deep purr emanating from his chest.

Sighing as she felt the familiar warmth and aura that belonged to none other than Sesshomaru, Kagome cuddled further into his embrace, knowing she had nothing to fear now that he was there with her.

Smiling down at the angel that rested so perfectly against his chest, Sesshomaru used his speed to exit the mansion. Once they stood a good ten or so meters from the hanyou's estate, he set her down on her feet in the freshly cut grass. Seeing her wobble, he remained beside her a moment longer to make sure she could stand on her own.

"What happened?" he inquired softly, the red fading from his eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, she explained, "Don't worry; I stopped him before he got too far."

Scenting the air around her, and the trickle of power that still flittered in her aura, he smiled in understanding. So her miko abilities had kicked in on instinct, hn? He nodded mentally. She was strong, and he would see to it that she had proper training. He would find the finest miko in all of Japan… no, the world, and give her the teaching she so dearly needed.

Grasping her chin lightly, he lifted it so that she was looking him in the eye. "You do me proud, Kagome," he complimented.

Beaming with joy and satisfaction, Kagome wrapped her arms around his trim waist and squeezed, sighing when he returned the hug.

Releasing her, albeit reluctantly, Sesshomaru stepped back and explained, "I'll be back, koi; I have to see to it that he is destroyed."

Grasping his torn and slightly bloodied shirt, she begged, "Please don't kill him. I know he's a bad person but can't we just call the police?"

Shaking his head, Sesshomaru reminded her, "Human's do not know of our existence, other than a few, choice beings. Naraku would escape. He is a threat to mankind. He will come for you again, Kagome, and more innocent people will get hurt. Now, be a good girl and stay here. I do not wish for your young eyes to witness what I will do to him."

With that he was gone, and she instantly felt cold. The night was unforgiving, the breeze scraping along her skin and giving her gooseflesh. Grasping her shoulders, she rubbed them furiously, trying her hardest just to stay upright.

A loud howl of pain rang through the night air, followed by an eerie silence. Kagome tried her hardest not to cry. Naraku had indeed been a bad man, but he was a living being as well, and she hated it when things died. Refusing to let herself feel bad about it, she assured herself, 'It was the right thing to do. He would have hurt people.'

Moments later, Sesshomaru rejoined her outside, scooping her up into his arms once again. Seeing the fatigue written across her features, he smiled lopsidedly and reassured her, "There is no need for you to stay awake any longer. Sleep, love, I'll watch over you."

And, with a slight nod, she did just that, falling limp against his chest.

He sighed aloud. The way the moon bathed her in its ethereal glow made her look so very heavenly. Her hair, the blackest of black, put ebony to shame as it glimmered in the moonlight, blue reflecting from the thin tendrils. Her lips, plump and pink, parted, a soft sigh escaping them. His eyes skimmed over her dress. Blue and sliver… his colors, how very splendid she looked in them. The milky skin covering her from head to toe shone with unearthly perfection, flawless in every way. Her lashes fanned out against her cheek, fluttering as her mouth turned up in a small smile. It was modest, coy, and completely innocent. She looked like an angel. No, she was an angel… his angel.

Wow… that took a while to write.

Hurrah, Naraku is vanquished! Everyone rejoice or party or whatever the hell you do when you're happy!

The next chapter will more than likely be the last, unless I decide to make an Epilogue, which I very well may. But, like I was saying, the next chapter will give us Kagome's answer! Beware, fluff and lemon sure to come!

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