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It was a rather humid day. Rain had come and gone pleasingly leaving a musky pure sent in the air in its wake, washing the earth of any stained impureness left by its inhabitants. Greying clouds blanketed over us in dark protection, letting its roars be heard over those who dared to try them. The winds picked up now and then, wheezing away in haste effortlessly sweeping those who crossed its part with a howl of displeasure. The ever growing darkened skies promised a murky, misgiving day, sure to let everyone bask in its glory gloom. It seemed that dread had befallen the earth, tragedy at hand, but if you looked beyond the morbidity scene, I was sure you could find this dull day to be quite serene; after all, it was dull days like these that allowed you to be absorbed in your sentimental endeavours. Fortunately for me, I had many of those endeavours to encounter.

I sighed from my position, far, far away from the windows that allowed my vision the sight of the mourning day. I gazed longingly watching with intense blue orbs as the tear drop rain individually slipped down the clear pane, joining other drops if it came to such in union, and perfectly continued their journey downwards. The outside world at that moment was a sight to behold, and to watch it through the windows, I was tormented immensely for not being able to be bestowed in such dark beauty. Another sigh slipped through my lips as I shifted my eyes away from the torture.

The silver bracelet on my wrist sounded, clinking in a light, high-pitched tone reminding me of yet another unfortunate expense. As admirable the bracelet looked its purpose were anything but appealing- so you could guess that it wasn't put on me willingly. Unless of course, if you enjoyed having your powers locked away and unable to use at will, you would get along well with the jewel, but for I, on the other hand, despised it with deep passion. Ignoring the mocking jewel as it glinted against the light brightly; I plastered my palms against the barrier that held me hostage.

"When will I be let out?" I questioned softly to none, a little filling hope that maybe someone would magically appear and answer my forlorn question. But none came. Said hope had died like a lit fire blown away by a gusty breeze, wisps of smoke in the essence. But I suppose I could be a little grateful. This prison was better than the dungeons Sesshomaru licked to keep hidden beneath the manor floors awaiting the poor souls that disgusted the demon lord. But to be trapped in his bed like a common whore held up a good argument in itself, only Sesshomaru and I didn't have that kind of relationship- our sexual intercourses were strictly based on the importance of submission or severe actions to snap us out of our 'moments', you could say. Either than that, we harboured no more, no less feeling for each other than that of a brother-sister, a guardian and its ward, or simply, pack. However at this moment, I couldn't help but let the hatred surge through my veins as I slashed at the barrier with a swipe of the hands in futile attempts. Seething with anger, I let my mind wander off towards a memory that seemed distant, yet so damn close.

XxXxXxX

"Naraku…" His name had been tested and rolled many times by my wet appendage and its lipped keeper. I looked helpless. Staring up at the man who had caused me so much misery, even if it had begun with my careless mistake of shattering the jewel, I snorted in morbid fascination. To think I would have to spend my days with someone like him inside the deeper corners of my minds? Lady luck must have despised me so, or, the God's themselves held no regards for their tool, a tool brought upon this world to live the fate of a cursed jewel. How intriguing.

"I had expected you to scream, rebel, anything, but stay calm with a sickening smile on your lips." His dark red hues slanted with suspicion and interest. Letting my eyes take in his unchanged form, I allowed an air of pride surround me despite my fragile position, hanging helplessly in mid-air, trapped in vines of red.

"Just because I do not react mindlessly to your pitiful pleasure does not mean I will not retaliate."

He leaned down, his face stopping inches away from mine. "I suppose I should have expected this, after all, the once great Miko has fallen into the hands of madness. A madness that comes from me. Have I left such a mark on your life, Ka-go-me?" He said in a mocking tone, eyes gleaming evilly, breaths of hot air fallen short on my lips.

I chuckled, licking my lips with anticipation to what he planned to do in such personal closeness. "I guess this just proves that I am not immune to it." I let a few deepened laughs passed between my lips before continuing. "This has got to be the biggest contradiction, to once be the pure heroin and now to live a life of my favourite enemy. To have not noticed how you have haunted me, hiding in the deep corners of my mind, to take over, oh Naraku, you truly were the senile of us all, but now you have turned me into one of yours."

It was his turn laugh. He threw his head back, his chest thudding with a booming sound. "My dear Raven, I am honoured to be your destroyer. I am that darkness you long to seek, far, far away from the light your protector so desperately searches for. It won't be long before you are fully engulfed into my black flames," With a swift series of motions, he moved away and flicked his hand upwards resulting in my new position- I now stood on the cracking ground, my hands held above my head and the vines tightened dangerously.

"Do you not wish to let go? To feel no emotions, to feel no physical, emotional or mental frustration, but just the satisfaction of doing whatever you want, whenever you want and however you want. I am but a lowly part of you, Kagome. You have created me, Naraku, to be your sole darkness and I am merely carrying out my duty that you have commenced me so."

Vindictive asshole. I snarled, baring my bland teeth. "What makes you so confident? Is it not my choice to whether fall into this path or not?" Naraku glided towards me. An arms-length away, his cold pale fingers caressed my cheeks softly.

"On the contrary, you have lost your privilege in decision-making. You only had one and you already used that to step into the dark side centuries ago. I'm afraid it's too late now, it won't be long before I will have you, have all of you."

"That does not mean anything-"

"I am before you am I not? This just shows that I am much, much, closer to achieving full madness. Soon chaos will reign and under my power. You will become a host, not like you weren't one already."

That had hurt. It had struck an arrow to a deep sentimental part of me that still held emotional damages. I knew I was always referred to as a 'thing', never a person. A copy, never the original. A fake, an imitation, never good enough, never fulfilling, I was a host to many things. To the jewel, to a clay-pot's soul- I was to be used time and time again until I had lost my usefulness and passed on to someone else just to repeat the endless cycle. This is what it meant to be alone. This is what it meant to be lost in the seas of nothing. A lost cause.

XxXxXxX

I, for the lack of a better word, fucked up.

"It seems you are defiant in letting go this time." Sesshomaru mused as he entered his chambers without making a single sound. I rolled my eyes, feeling the crazed feeling creep up on me, wanting to play with the visitor. I was already at my limit seeing as I was unable to will away the ill feeling and, with remorse, I let it take over. Not too soon later, a feral grin appeared on my lips, eyes slanting dangerously as I turned to face the demon that had entrapped me.

"My, oh my, if isn't Lord Sesshomaru," I mocked licking my dry lips wet before biting down on my lower lip suggestively. "What could a lowly being such as me do for my Lord?" I continued crawling in all fours not minding the fact that my shirt buttons were open exposing my semi naked upper half body. Like some light-bulb lighting up above my head, I rested a finger against my lips with an obvious fake brightened hues. "Oh I know! We could indulge ourselves into a provocative passion, heated and ruthless- a good rut, yeah?" Sesshomaru had barely spared me a glance; he just continued his short journey towards his walk in wardrobe. I growled menacingly.

"You dare keep me against my will? I will kill you, demon! I will slit your oh-so-perfect throat and drink your blood from your corpse. I will purify your disgusting kind! You demented fucker! Let me out! LET ME OUT!" I was flushed with anger with panting breaths as my body trembled tremendously, wanting, no- needing to shed blood, needing to kill to feel my hands painted red and worship the sins of not my pure kind. I gnashed my teeth at the ignorant demon once again slashing away at the barrier with no success. And, when the barrier failed to waver, I took out my anger and craziness on the bed, the sheets, the pillow, whatever my hands could grab a hold of, I destroyed it. I felt some satisfaction that at least I could destroy some things, even if it wasn't flesh and blood. And then I was laughing. My head was thrown back, arms out wide as I expressed my somewhat joy.

I was delirious, hysterical and laughter had died down, cracked from dehydration. But I kept up my crazed persona. I lashed when I could muster up the energy; I growled and threatened, screamed when I could- all this only to whimper into the torn bed, huddling into myself whispering words that made no sense at all.

"He has to free me out. I have to do something. I can do anything. He will let me out. I told him. He knows. He will. I will. What am I saying? HAHAHA, where is he? Why can't I see him? Why can't I see myself? Do I have no reflection! Oh no! I'm turning into a vampire!" By then Sesshomaru had left me to my devices.

I had no real idea what I was doing. My attitude changed in mere seconds, going from a mumbling fool to a seductive vixen only to revert back to something I probably was hours ago. You could say I did a lot of things, too many things that were beyond demeaning. Not only did I lose all rational thoughts, I had not cared about the injuries I received while destroying Sesshomaru's bed, because really, there was no pain. Naraku was true to his words, I felt no pain, I was practically dead, a zombie who could lose an arm and I would be oblivious to it all. In the end, my priority was to get out of this miserable hell.

I would beg.

"Sesshomaru please, why won't you let me out? Are you not supposed to protect me, to bring me no harm? Please let me out! I will do anything, anything at all! I'll even take part in looking for that light you always talked about, just…just please…I beg of you…please…"

I cursed.

"You brick-shitting asshole! Fuck you! Fuck you and your fucking morals! You crack head! Bastard pussy! Retard! Bitch! Motherfucker!"

I would inflict self-injury.

The springs torn out of the once bouncy bed were now in the tight grip within my hands. I had put it to good use. I had used it, manipulated it, so it would do my exact bidding. There was no pain, jut the sluggish sound of the metal moving in and out against my deep wounds and the silent seeping of blood. I faked cries and screams, tearful eyes only to produce no dramatic reaction either than the few seconds of Sesshomaru's eyes widening or his stiffened posture. No, nothing as dramatic as what I was doing. In the end, my wounds were healed leaving a pink scar that was in the process of disappearance as Sesshomaru suppressed some of my powers to let me heal.

Nothing proved to be of use. No matter what alternatives I chose, Sesshomaru either ignored me for the mere moment in was in the room or he just wasn't there anymore. But even from far away, he could feel my aura; he could feel the random spikes of my rebellious attitude and strengthen the barrier by pouring more than enough amount of youki in it, torturing me into slight slumber. Being nothing more than a useless human with my powers locked away, Sesshomaru's youki took a drastic toll upon me- I expected no less. His youki was dangerous, threatening, it burned your flesh with a sizzling hum and cowered you till you were flat against the bed, leading you try and take every fluff, every material out of the bed till you could cave in a fruitless sense of safety. With that much going on, this madness was edging away from my mind and I could actually feel. The pain it brought was welcoming, but also not. I liked to feel, I liked to hurt, but it was also devastating to go through this without the assistance of my spiritual powers. I was suffocated. Gasped for breath. Choked on air. Clawed my neck, my chest. My vision blurred until was a mess of nothing more than a twitch.

Once

Twice

Thrice

I was no more.

It was the soft tapping against the wooden floor that stirred me from unconsciousness. Wooden floor. Gasping, I snapped my eyes open at the thought. Last time I remembered was I being put down in the Demon's bed and now…now…I felt normal, or as normal as I was before I lost it. I jerked up from my awkward position on the floor. Eyes frantically blinking trying to adjust to the black room, I confirmed that I was no in the dojo. Trying to bring forth my hands, the rattling sound of chains was I got instead. I hissed. With thinned lips I moved my hands again- chains.

"Bastard!" I cried out trying to get my writs free from the metal cuffs, ignoring how it scratched and bruised against my skin. I sighed. Nothing had seemed to work in favour for me. It was me against the world. I laughed at that. How foolishly cliché. My nose tickled at the sudden invasion of dried metal. With a questioning gaze into the dark, I dipped my chin towards my upper chest and took a sniff. Blood. Hissing yet again, I vowed to whichever Kami that was still looking out for me, rather poorly, that my situation will be avenged, whether be it for my good or not. Even now I had the ridiculous notion to stay fresh and clean, being caked in my own blood for hours was not what I greatly enjoyed, not at the moment anyway.

The tapping that had awoken me grew slightly in volume. It was then light fleeted through the corner top window, shining the moon's light gracefully upon the centre of the Dojo. I tensed slightly. I didn't need to feel for the silver bracelet to know my powers were still of no use. Fear latched itself into my, my teeth gritted together to not let any embarrassing sounds pass. Being around youkai's all your life, there was this primal need to have your sensed on high alert at all times or when need be, seeing as I took on some of those traits, I cursed not knowing what was to come out of the shadows.

Does it hurt? Does it itch or ache?

I growled lashing out despite knowing my bound self. Knowing whatever I tried would not work; I calmed by breaths and pondered on why I was not screaming from having my mind penetrated against my will. He continued his speech in his husky dark tone, whispering into the winds.

Won't you scream, Raven? Won't you share me your pain?

Countless of shadowed touches grazed itself against my pale skin before digging in their nails to the point of drawing blood. I bit back on my tongue to prevent the oncoming scream. Head snapping in all directions, my eyes narrowed when I saw nothing, not even a shadow creature or even an invisibility person could escape my thrashing form. All that was, was the stilled air, the pain from my body lingering.

Stubborn aren't we? But what if we tried another tactic? All you have to do is scream and I'll stop, you can trust me.

It felt as if I was thrown in a pit of fire, the depths of hell itself. I broke out in heavy sweat, breathing heavily trying not to sway from the burns my skin suffered. Still there was nothing around me. It was as if this whole this was imaginarily real. Then the tapping increased in speed and volume. I gasped when the scorching of the unseen fires reached my internal organs, burning away.

Why do you close your eyes? You have yet to grace upon your torturer.

An unforeseen force forced my eyes wide open. Unable to blink, a thick substance that could be anything but tears, welled up only to slide down to my chin and drop off into my person, some escaping into the caravan of my mouth- Blood. No time to comprehend the substance that replaced my tears, I was slammed onto the hard floor, immobile, as the ground suddenly thundered with great force, heading towards me.

I am that rose that pricks you. I am that madness that bleeds from you. If you scream, if you beg, maybe I shall leave you.

Seemingly needles pierced right through me with a quenching thirst, draining the blood from my person. I was welled up in my own blood. I tried to creep up, pull my body out of the sharp objects. To no avail, I fell right back into it, hissing when the tiny wounds opened wider. His echoing laughter roused, cutting through the stilled air. And then everything hazed, like a glitch in a movie before resetting itself.

Welcome to my reality, Ka-go-me.

And every type of penetration I was unable to see with the naked eye had its way with my bruised body. And to make matters worse, I was not healing. There was no Sesshomaru to heal me. There was no Sesshomaru to come to my rescue. Obviously I was not in my accustomed plan of earth no more. I was beginning to drowse, finally giving into the enemy's wants. I screamed. I hissed. I moaned and grunted. The room begin to spin, walls flying apart, ground cracking and the tapping continued on growing louder and stronger with every growing second on to come down with a single thundering thud.

"KAGOME!"

Time had stilled.

"You incompetent fools! Move!" I was frozen with confusion. Watching the silver haired lord who had trapped me in his room rushed over in his crisp business suit, his briefcase discarded carelessly, and he enveloped me in a soothing hug-safe and secure. I looked about the room, surprised that I was no longer in the dojo. Looking down at myself, I frowned. My uniform was torn and I was scrapped at some places, but there were no critical wounds being healed or signs of my bloodied person. Actually, I looked cleaner than what I had imagined; especially if I had been soaked in my blood…

"This Sesshomaru returned early, he could feel your troubled soul." Said man whispered words that were only for my ears. Eyes widened, flagger basted as the new information settled in. What was going on here?

"Foolish Miko, to think you would be safe, even from yourself, for three days." He muttered picking me up, cradling my large form in his arms like a toddler as we disappeared to his room. The first thing that caught my attention as we entered his room was that nothing was out of place. The bed was not messed. There were no ripped sheets, or loose bed springs coated with my blood. Everything was normal…but, he said he had just returned.

"You…" I said my first word after the shock. "You arrived today? Just now?" I stressed desperately seeking answers. Sesshomaru's lips turned downwards as he stared at me with narrowed eyes. He nodded.

"I was never trapped?" I questioned again almost immediately after his nod.

"What had happened, Kagome?" The seriousness dropped heavily from his lips. I shook my head, trying to look everywhere but at him. I wasn't even sure myself. I didn't know what happened. Or maybe I did. Either way, I was not sure entirely. For the first time I wasn't aware of what was happening around me. This feeling… the feeling of being lost, not knowing what to do, it was agitating. Bewildered at my own actions and thoughts, I gasped, chocking up a sob.

Sesshomaru settled my feet on the ground as he stood me up. If he had not been holding my by the waits, I would've have fallen due to the buckling of my knees. His cold golden orbs softened with a fleeting confusion and worry. He must think I was in ruins by the way I was acting.

"You will tell this Sesshomaru what has occurred. Now!" He demanded leaving to room for excuses of refusals. His tone did not match the breaking look in his eyes, but it did get the message across. I found myself rambling, telling him what happened, how I had been encased by the demon who now ordered for the events he was involved in himself, what happened in the dojo and to that standing point. And then I was crying. Sesshomaru's hand had dropped lifelessly from my waist and I dropped to my knees, sobbing into his pants leg.

I cried and cried and cried. Not only for the course of recent events, but also for the other wrongs and unfairness I encountered in my damned life. I wasn't void of emotions as most believed; I just never showed enough to let them know that I do too feel. I wasn't evil as most believed; I just never showed enough act of kindness to make them see. I wasn't cold hearted as most believed; I just never showed anything either than my sadistic nature. Nobody knew what I had felt, albeit I never gave them a chance, I knew they wouldn't last long. Eventually they would leave seeing the scars of hate I was decorated with. They would steer away in disgust and leave. And for those who do stay, they would shower me with pity and sympathy, but never empathy, so I guess it was me who left instead. Did I not say it once before? I was born to be alone, my only purpose was loneliness.

Sometime during my breakdown, Sesshomaru had carried me into his bed. I winced remembering the misery I was put through, but I was starting to believe it never occurred, not in reality in the least. I could feel his gaze trained onto me, never leaving too afraid that I may breakaway. And then I heard it. I heard the soft mellow tone; I heard the sadistic song grace my ears. I shut my eyes tight and tried to cower behind the walls of security I had built, not wanting to admit I was scared.

Hush a bye Raven on the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock.

When the bow breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come Raven, shattered and all.

And when she cries, I will rise. I will drive you to madness and all.

You have escaped my clutches for now, but I am forever with you in the depths of your mind

I have an eternity, my sweet Raven. I have all the time in the world to drive you insane.

Everything falls. Everyone falls. Your world will crumble and I'll be there with a stomach unfilled. I will devour your mind, body and soul. And maybe if you ever revived, we shall renew our cycle, forever and ever.


This chapter is more of a insight of Kagome and a new revelation! Pairing has been finalised and in the next chapter, we will establish this great development! lol


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