Kagome lived in absolute misery for the next week due to the pain she was suffering, she barely had the strength to finally manage to pick herself up off of the floor- was it three days or four days after her rape?- and manage to awkwardly stumble into the bathroom on weak and clumsy legs so that she could finally clean herself up and take a nice long bath.
Everyday since the 'incident' as she dubbed it in her mind, Souta would visit her every morning and noon to bring her water and a bit of food since their father had obviously forgotten that she needed to be fed regularly before he had left the house for the day.
It was at this point that she become thoroughly convinced that her father was making an attempt to let her starve to death. She welcomed the thought until her brother would show up with something for her to eat since he knew that she hadn't eaten much in the days that had led up to the incident plus at least two days after it.
And when he had set the food down where she could reach it and then gotten up to leave on that first day- Kagome had somehow managed to block out any pain she felt when she moved just so that she could grab the plate and throw it at his head. Startling her little brother with her violent actions as he had twisted his head around to look at her.
She glared back, thinking that he was trying to cause her further pain and suffering by tempting her with the very things that her body needed to survive.
She might have screamed at him for thinking of trying to stop her from starving herself to death, but once the shock of her action with the plate had worn off, Souta had told her very plainly- she wasn't allowed to die.
He said that their father wouldn't allow her too.
And to some extent he was right. The sick bastard wouldn't. If he did, he would have a whole lot of shit to explain when Souta finally went to the cops and turned them both in for the crimes that they had committed against her.
However more to the point, was what Souta didn't bother saying.
He couldn't allow her to die.
She could be as pissed at him as she needed to be. Hate him as much as she needed to, and she could even grieve for what had been stolen from her- but he needed her to stay strong so that she could continue fighting. In his mind, fighting and living were one and the same.
If one fought, one lived and vice versa.
It was something that he vaguely recalled his mother saying to him once before she had died and after what had happened with his sister, he had to wonder if perhaps he had been meant to give the message to her at some point.
Well, no time like the present. He decided as he knelt down and quickly picked up the plate, knoting that the glass was fractured and chipped rendering it useless. But the food however, was still etable. Or at least he thought so.
In the days that had followed the incident with his sister- Souta had not only managed to make sure that their father was too busy with him to visit her, but that he stayed away from her in general on top of making attempts to do something nice for her. Oh he wasn't stupid enough to think that she would forgive him if he did nice things for her while she healed, he may be seven but he was far from stupid.
However he knew what his sister needed.
Time was something small, but he could give it to her as long as his distractions worked. Especially since he knew that her new 'owners' would be meeting her in just two more days at their home across town.
Food and care was another thing that he could give her. He just wished that she would stop fighting him at every turn. Yeah he may have taken part in her...crap- he was 'man' enough to rape his virgin sister but not to refer to the incident as what it really had been?
He was pathetic. He knew that, he even understood why she continued to fight him on the food thing. But she really needed to stop. Honestly she was much too thin and he had been worried for days now about what her new 'owners' might do to her once she was alone with them.
Still, he managed to force feed her as much as he could. Though she kicked and hit and thrashed around whenever he grabbed her to do so, mainly because she was scared that there would be a repeat preformance of her rape.
Finally after an entire week of keeping his dad busy, and force feeding Kagome at least twice a day for five days, she had started to look a bit better to him.
Some of the color had returned to her washed out pale features, and some of the darker bruises had lightened considerably until they were almost faded completely in some places. Her once overly thin body now had a little more meat on it. Not much mind you, but enough so that she no longer looked like a frigging zombie.
After she had started bathing again, some of her aches and pains had eased some. Not completely, but some. At least she didn't continue laying on the floor among her own blood and filth.
So perhaps that also partially contributed to her somewhat better appearance.
All he knew was that finally after a week, it was time.
He knew this because his dad had gone out early that morning to get some stuff and had returned a little while later with a two bags. One, Souta noted was from a pricey boutique several blocks from their home that sold traditional kimono's, shoes and accessories. And the second had some small things, like two pairs of sterling silver little white and pink pearl stud earrings, several different hair clips and combs and some light cosmetics.
After which his father had gone up to his sister's bedroom and Souta had had to close his eyes the moment he heard her muffled crying as she was most likely yanked from her bed and stripped of the clothing that she had put on just yesterday and was led into the bathroom.
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Inu no taisho stood in his bedroom looking between his formal attire and his more relaxed wear. Today was the day that he and his eldest son met Inuyasha's little onna, Kagome. And since there were very dubious dealings going on, every detail had to be carefully mapped out so that they could be exicuted to perfection.
He and Sesshomaru were to act the part of pedophiles with some extreme kinks.
The moment that the onna was introduced to them, they were expected to pant after her like she were in heat. However due to the possible damage that that would cause to the girl's young mind, he had already laid out rules and gone over them several times with his son.
They were to 'purchase' the onna from her father, however in actuality they would be legally/illigally adopting her. However one wished to see things. After which she would beremoved from her father's care and brought into theirs.
One of the things that they had both felt was necissary to keep the ruse up was 'touching' the girl. Flirting. Maybe even kissing, depending on how she responded to them.
However they weren't to do anything else of questionable intent. It would be difficult ffor the little onna to trust them if they did.
Another issue that had come up was marking. Normally when a demon male marked a female as one of his own, it required a bit more than a little intimacy.
He was expected to enter the female, and mark her insides with his cum. However after speaking with Sesshomaru, the younger male had come up with a less damaging idea.
They wouldn't force any sort of sex act on the poor girl since it would reflect badly on them, however they would manage to mark her by other means. Sesshomary had said something about the two of them milking themselves- which still caused the elder inu demon a little bit of distress since it went against their instinct to do something so- so...perverted- into a small cup or something and then use their fingers to push some of it up inside of her.
And after that, any excess cum could be added to lotion and used over a period of time by her to remain stteped in their scents. Which was fine with Inu no Taisho since that meant that they would only have to mark her maybe three times total until she came of legal, mateable age. And by then their combined scents would be so deeply ingrained upon her flesh that they would no longer hadve to mark her.
As it was he expected the marking to be a more than traumatizing experience for the poor girl.
God knows that he was internally cringing about it.
But once it was done, none of them would touch her again unless necissary.
Hearing his eldest son walking by his bedroom, Inu no Taisho happened to look up and nearly died at what his son was wearing. Sesshomaru obviously wasn't pulling out any stops in this endevor, he was dressed to the nines in his former white hankimono his white and red silk hakama, with his kasazuri and his bright gold and blue sash, complete with mokomoko, and his ancient armor and his swords.
Tetsusagia and Tokujin.
Inu no Taisho opened his mouth to say something to his son, thinking that the ancient outfit complete with armor and swords was just a little bit overkill, however his youngest beat him to it as he stepped out of his bedroom and got a gander of what his older brother was wearing.
"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Wearing?"
"When impressing a female, one must show many things little brother."
"B-But we aren't trying to impress her!"
Sesshomaru gave an sniff of disdain before stating, "You aren't trying to impress her. No one said anything about me."
"But you shouldn't be trying to impress her! She's going to be our adopted sister and packmate!" Inuyasha growled at his older brother. Sesshomaru merely gave his little brother an small enigmatic smile and ruffled his long silver hair as he brushed by him to go downstairs.
Leaving Inuyahsa standing there gnashing his fangs as Inu no Taisho turned to go back to trying to figure out what to wear for the fated meeting and nearly walked himself right into his doorframe as he thought in horror, I'm scared to know what Sesshomaru did to the onna's clothing when I sent him out to purchase it. Knowing his son, the onna would be drowning in clothing that was wholly inappropriate for a child her age.
Which means that after he dressed he'd have to check the clothing in the girl's room just to be safe.