A/N. This story is very close to being complete… Sad! Like I said though, I have so many ideas coming and many stories left to write so please check them out! I will finish this story first because I'm sure you're all waiting for the grand finally. IMPORTANT: My schedule is messed up with work and school (and on the odd times a social life), so I will be updating once every two weeks… I'm sorry lovely fans, but I promise to get this fic done before moving on to the other as long as you promise to keep reading them all! Review, follow, favourite and of course give me feedback. Love you guys!
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His Touch
Chapter 13: The Project
"Sesshomaru, glad to see you again so soon," Kikyo said.
"She's in the taxi." Sesshomaru said with a colder stare.
"Good work," Kikyo replied with a sly small smile.
"You know what I'm here for."
"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Kikyo said while giving two men a cue to get the girl from the back of the car.
Sesshomaru made his gaze toward Kikyo that much colder, if that was even possible, "So I take it my job is not finished just yet."
"Oh, Sesshomaru, you are so smart aren't you," Kikyo cooed.
Disgusting.
"I have complete faith in your abilities to make things quick, clean, and perfect. Which is why you're going to assist me in torturing this girl." Kikyo insisted with a smirk and a taunt in her eyes.
Sesshomaru's breath got caught in his throat, he's a nice guy, truly. He hasn't ever tortured a human in this time. Besides that, Kagome's features are so close to that of Rin's. His conscience wouldn't let him live with it.
"No," he said sternly, "I'm taking Rin, and we're leaving. We will have no part in this." He made his way towards the basement door when it suddenly opened, and an ominous aura spewed from it. An even more ominous voice came from the inside of that room and a dark figure.
"I think not Sesshomaru, if you take a step into this room, Rin will die from my miasma." He said, and Sesshomaru stopped in his place.
"You don't need to worry, however, she's safe in her cage. No one has touched her like they've touched Kagome. She is not bare to the world like Kagome. No one has drugged her like they have Kagome." This dark figure went on like it was a fucking joke, taunting Sesshomaru, testing his limits. "Step any closer, Sesshomaru, then Rin will experience this and more if you don't cooperate. The sooner you abide the better, and the healthier Rin will ever be, I'll see to it personally."
"Why should I trust a man I don't know the name of," Sesshomaru asked in a tense tone.
"My name is Naraku, we will get ourselves aquatinted, not to worry. But first, we must discuss how we will pull this off. No funny business, Sesshomaru. Follow me." Naraku stepped out of the basement and led Sesshomaru into a separate room to discuss what was to happen.
Just then, Kagome was left in the room Naraku had exited and put into position. A couple of hours later she started to gain consciousness.
It was weird…
Kagome's head was pounding and she couldn't really put her finger on why.
She tried to flutter her eyes open, but, like at the hospital, with the light in the room, as dim as it was, it hurt to open. She shut her eyes immediately afterwards again. But the hospital had bright lights. Why were these so dim?
Kagome's stomach dropped and shivers went down her spine.
Does she dare try to open her eyes again?
Nope.
Instead, she tried focusing on her other available senses: smell, sound, and touch.
Considering she was too afraid to open her eyes anyway she can't use sight. Taste, on the other hand, just wasn't going to happen.
She slowed her breathing, so that it was almost inaudible, and then she tried to hear anything else. Nothing but the faint whirring of some machine. She continued to stay quiet though, but her breathing started to become harder to control. She went for smell next. Carefully breathing in lungfuls of air but stopping midway when the vague scent of something rotting can into contact that she could gag. She couldn't control her breathing any longer at that point; she started to cough and gasp for clean air.
The musty taste filled her mouth, it was too much to bear. She doubled over and heaved.
Only she couldn't.
Her hands were over her head, restrained and keeping her on a lumpy, over used mattress.
It was too late. This was happening all over again.
Kagome could open her eyes now and confirm the already too real place she's in right now, but she won't. If she opens her eyes, she'll be engulfed with grey walls that ruined her life. She'll drown in hopelessness and suffocate in abandonment. The worst part is it will confirm her nightmare of being back and she won't let herself be drawn into it. So she just won't.
Instead, she tried to curl up into a ball, and try to find comfort through the touch of her own makes skin. She was already stripped… Why wasn't she surprised.
There was no comfort in her own touch.
Her breath, that was hitched in her throat for so long, was finally let out in chocked sobs.
So much so that she didn't bother trying to hide the fact that she was terrified.
She let it out, every scream, every cry.
Her throat started going hoarse after the exaggerated yelling.
She couldn't scream anymore, not because she didn't want to, but because she physically couldn't. Her throat was dry and raspy. Instead, she felt the tears force their way through her lids and spill from the tight eyes.
She sobbed in the solitary silence the room held.
"I had the same reaction too, trust me," a voice said.
Kagome's ears were ringing after her screams deafening the room. Instinctively, she opened her eyes at the one who spoke.
It hit her all at once. The grey walls, the grey mattresses, the dim lighting that made everything in the room look so hopeless, and Kyra's bed. The tears started to form again, blurring her vision once more, until she saw the speaker.
In the furthest corner of the room she saw a young lady. Scary young too. She was maybe twelve years old wearing teared rags. She was in a metal cage that looked like it was used to catch dogs. She was so tiny. She held her knees tucked under her chin, and her arms wrapped around her legs. Cradling herself for at least some comfort that could possibly be found in that uncomfortably tight and cold cage.
"Who are you?" Kagome finally asked, quite quietly, through her sobs.
"My name is Rin," the young girl muffled. Her face was buried in her knees, so her voice was almost mute.
This was madness, why in the world would they kidnap a girl her age?
"What are you doing here?" Kagome managed to ask trying to get some answers that may or may not benefit her situation.
"You think I know?" Rin said with a voice crack, "You think I know why strange men ripped my clothes and stuffed me into this cage? I feel like a dog… They feed me bowls of food and water without cutlery! Laugh at me as they forcefully shove my face down into the platter!" Rin ripped her face from her knees and showed it to Kagome all the while she broke down into full tears. "I can't breathe anymore this space is so tight!" Rin struggled, shaking her cage for emphasis, "My body aches! I can't do this anymore!"
Kagome was shocked into silence and just listened to the small girls cry.
"I hate you…" Was all that Rin could mutter between the sobs.
"You must be Kagome," Rin continued, "They told me I wasn't allowed to leave until you got here. They told me I can't see Sesshomaru until they caught you."
Sesshomaru… Why is that name so familiar?
"But you're here now… So why can't I leave, Kagome!?"
Kagome, of course, didn't have an answer.
And before she could even speak words of comfort, the basement door opened, and two figures strolled towards Kagome's bed.
Rin was scared into silence, meaning, she knew these people.
Kagome put on a face that could kill, she had to be strong in this situation, she won't let them oppress her again.
She recognized a face when it came under the dim light and the other was unfamiliar as it stayed in the darker side of the room…
'Lady' Kikyo was one figure, Kagome only knew that due to the cat mask, and the other was, "Naraku," Kikyo finally said breaking the silence.
The other figure responded with the simple head nod indicating that he is Naraku.
Naraku then stepped forward into the light that shown on Kikyo's face to identify his own. Long black hair, cold pale skin, and an icy glare that held little to no emotion.
"Kagome has been misbehaving and uncooperative lately, wouldn't you agree?" Kikyo asked.
"Ah, why yes, Lady Kikyo," Naraku said never removing his eyes on the lady restrained on the bed, "Whatever shall we do?" He continued tauntingly.
"I'm still here you know," Kagome interrupted, "Don't talk in third person, I'm here so give it to me as it is cause I'm tired of playing games… What the fuck do you want?"
Naraku struck her across her face, and the smack of skin could probably be heard from miles away. Kagome tried to show no pain, but the pulsing heat from her cheek made her wince and tears started to form once again, but she won't show it, so she tried blinking them away.
"She is feisty indeed," Naraku murmured and then grabbed Kagome by the throat, "Be a dear and don't mess with me, I don't have time to waste, sweetheart." With that final comment he brought her face closer and licked it upwards, from chin to ear, "You will be compatible with us, whether you like it or not. We'll break you," he whispered. It sent chills down her spine. Naraku dropped her limp body to her bed and she chocked in the precious, nasty tasting air that filled her lungs after a prolonged period of time being prevented from breathing.
"Kikyo, tell Kagome the game plan, like I said before, we don't have much time. We need to move fast." Naraku said as he left.
"Certainly, my Lord," Kikyo said before turning to Kagome who continued to gasp for air greedily.
Kikyo sat at the corner of Kagome's bed by her feet and stared emotionlessly at her, "You're very special you know?" Kikyo started taking off the mask, displaying her face to Kagome for the first time. She looked almost identical to Kagome, but Kagome decided against mentioning that.
"Appears so if you needed me back here so badly… I guess business is going to shit you have no choice but to go back to used scraps." Kagome backfired.
Kikyo wasn't fazed, but when was she ever really?
"We've had our differences, I must admit, but this was never about the trafficking. A lot deeper than that." Kikyo continued, "Think of it as a project… You have something I want locked up inside your mind, and, through trauma, that something I want will be expressed. I need you to express it Kagome, or you'll be locked here until we find another method to make this appear. We have many ideas. You see, this rape was all a part of a plan, dear," Kikyo placed a cold hand on Kagome's bear shin to try and show some empathy. It wasn't working. Kagome wasn't having it, so she shook her hand off, "We realized just keeping you here wasn't enough, you had to experience something close to death; heroine, famine, dehydration, body ache, everything. Considering your stubbornness, it didn't work. You needed to see the face of death."
"Kyra," Kagome whispered, connecting the dots in her head. She knew where this was going.
"That's right, we killed her intentionally and blamed in on "natural causes" pneumonia. Sorry, but we were running out of time. Anyway, we knew you'd try to escape after this, we monitor everything. We knew about the bobby pin and purposely made sure every Saturday no one was here. We're not stupid you know? Of course you'd try to escape! Who wouldn't? And duh, it was almost too easy to escape.
"So, now you've escaped, and you think life is oh so precious, and what not, because you're free, right? Well, not really. As much as we were tight on time, and still are, you needed time to recover at any hospital. We needed you fixed so we could break you again. That's where the wolf comes in; as soon as you made it out of the hospital and on your way home, that wolf was ordered to get you back by any means necessary. Unfortunately, he got distracted. Now, fast forward to the stupid and unplanned part of you trying to kill yourself. You nearly killed me! I need you alive you know, you can be so reckless. Not a matter because your lover came to rescue you." Kagome spat at the word 'lover' considering the amount of 'lovers' she's had living in this nightmare, disregarding that thought she continued to listen despite the fact that it all made sense as to why she's here again.
"So you see Kagome, Sesshomaru was hired to bring you back here, seeing as the wolf failed so miserably. In turn, he'll get Rin back, that girl over there in the cage if you hadn't noted before. Her connection to him is none of your concern. Just know, if you don't give me what I want soon, Rin won't be going back to Sesshomaru in good condition." With that Kikyo had nothing else to say, so Kagome stepped in, "You know, it helps if I knew what the fuck to look for in my subconscious… I can't exactly express something if I don't know what to express!"
"That the beauty of it, my dear, if you don't know what you're supposed to express then you won't be able to hide it."
"What if I am hiding it?"
"You would've unconsciously shown signs when Kyra died."
"You're sick," Kagome scoffed.
"And you're about to give me what I want Kagome, I'm glad your back because these trails will surely be promising." Kikyo left, and, while doing so, she turned off the girls' only source of light. She left them to deal with their internal demons in the limitless darkness.
Kagome's ear shattering scream of pain could be heard from space.
Only, she was living in space; no one could hear her scream.