CHAPTER 11: This chapter has darkened a few shades toward the borderline DISGUSTING, just to warn you in case you want to flag this chapter...
Days became weeks, and weeks became months. Time slowly passed in the House of the Western Fields and no one stopped to think about what was missing in the House. Echoes of laughter that were heard once in a while was blamed at the memories of the young Rin. The hint of Sakura and Jasmine that they smelled once in a while made the servants stop their work and look at each other, then shrug and continued their work. No one stopped to think about the beautiful ex human that had turned the House upside down and had snuck her way into the hearts and minds of the ones that lived there. No one stopped to think about the beautiful fire vixen with the green eyes that held so many emotions. And all were for the Master of the House. The green orbs with the jet black hair and crimson red highlights. One evening Saffa came into the servants quarters, after a long day of work, and looked at the beds and then furrowed her eyebrows. Why was there one bed too many? Why hadn't she noticed that before? She looked at the others that had also came in. They shrugged at the empty bed telling Saffa it had always stood there, and that no one slept in it. It wasn't that abnormal and went to bed. Saffa sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at the empty one in front of her. She wondered if the Master was thinking about buying a new servant. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she saw the outline of a figure sitting at the edge of the other bed. She wore a beautiful smile in her faceless head. Saffa blinked her eyes and the figure was gone. 'I work too hard…' she muttered and then dressed for the night. She put the covers over her body and then turned to her side as she kept looking at the empty bed. Her eyes drifted shut and fell asleep.
During the period that the Household was going through the motions and settled down in a steady pace Azuma accomplished in the one thing that was thought to be unimaginable… He had broken the spirit of the fire vixen. He had tormented her daily with the idea that Sesshoumaru had forgotten about her. He repeated that each and every time his fist came in contact with her body. He had made sure that she couldn't shift away. The magic that was placed on the cell, made that impossible for her, as she found out very fast when she tried to shift away the first evening. She tried to shift away from his fist, she didn't succeed and with wide eyes she looked at the incoming fist. It hit her jaw, and she thought it crack, but she felt no pain… The fights were relentless, this wasn't a training anymore.. this was real… this was life or death, this was survival. The torments went on for weeks and months. Faya felt how her body screamed in pain and agony, yet she refused to give in. One evening she could not fight anymore and when she tried to move in the small cell that was her home for the time being, but the power Azuma held over her was too strong… she wasn't that strong yet…
With fear in her eyes and throughout her whole body she stood there in the middle of the cell. 'Can't move, you little bitch?' He asked as he came up to her and looked at her. He took her face in between his fat pudgy fingers and pressed his mouth on hers as he rubbed one of her breasts. 'So wonderful, so precious, so beautiful…' He had breathed in her ear as he rubbed her clit with the other. She screamed, yet no sound came from her lips 'yes, you are a wonderful fire vixen… one that I will love and enjoy breaking… one that I will love raping, every evening after you broke… break my little vixen and become mine…' He whispered at her as he smashed her against the wall and undressed in front of her. She saw how errect he was. Azuma watched how the flames in her eyes became smaller and became more dull. He walked up to her and forcefully pushed her legs apart. Thhe he pushed himself in her and she screwed her eyes shut. Thinking about the one that captured her heart, and would always be with her. Where was he? Why had he forgotten about her? Why had he forgotten about the fight that had taken place? Why had he given up…? The last thing she heard was the relentless laugh of her new owner and tears slipped out of her eyes as the last spark disappeared from her beautiful green orbs and they became vacant. She felt how he spilled his seed on her body and after that she became nameless and emotionless in everything she did. She slept, curled up, in a dark corner of her cell. The feel of satin sheets and Sesshoumaru's strong and safe arm around her was lost. It had become a mere fragment of her imagination. Her beautiful black hair had become dull and un kept. She looked nothing like the strong and rebellious woman that she once was. There was a day that she woke up and had lost her voice. She had become a nameless mute, earning her a new name in certain circles. Mokumoku Mumei. And even when her spirit was broken and she had forgotten everything about herself as well as her time with Sesshoumaru, she underwent daily torture.
Parties were given in the Azuma house. Nobles that he was close with came to the house, and they would drink and laugh. Halfway the evening, slaves, both male and female, were brought out and the 'festivities' began. They all had vacant eyes, they all looked like the walking dead. And all of them were willingly doing what the nobles wanted them to do. Which always resulted in a the worst possible orgies. Beatings, raping, hardcore SM would not be uncommen at those times; and always Mokumoku Mumei would be the most sought after. When the night would be drawing to a close she would be covered and filled.
All that time sad brown eyes watched her every move. How was this possible? How could a beautiful, fiery spirit like that, break under the hands of such a demon and become the thing she was now? The spirit with the beautiful brown eyes looked at the nameless mute that was sleeping now in the corner of her cell and bent down next to her. 'Stay strong…' she whispered as she ghosted her breath over her skin 'remember who you are…' Vacant green orbs opened and the orbs shifted across the cell. She rose from her laying position and sat up. 'remember the vixen that you are, remember your name…' The voice whispered at her. The face staid motionless, like a blank piece of paper. There was no recognition in the green orbs and she lay back down, and closed her eyes. The brown eyes closed and a tear escaped the corner of her right eye, the presence disappeared and the cell became cold and dark once again.
It was a total of six months when Sesshoumaru came into the bathroom after a long day filled with boring meetings and a lot of paperwork. The bath was steaming and musk was hanging in the air. Saffa was such a wonderful woman… she knew what to do at the right moment and at the exact right time… He really didn't thank the servants too much for their hard work. He undressed and got into the tub. He was exhausted and closed his eyes as he leaned against the rim of the tub. The steam, billowing up from the bath became thicker and swirled around him. The scent of Sakura and Jasmine filled the bathroom as it almost appeared to him that two fragile arms wrapped around his shoulders. Sesshoumaru relaxed instantly and gave a sigh in relieve when the hands ghosted over his painful muscles and started to rub the giant knots out of his painful muscles. He snapped his eyes open and sat straight up in the tub. What was that scent all of a sudden? The arms disappearing into thin air as soon as he had opened his eyes. Where had those hands come from? There was something missing, but he had no idea what. He looked at the bathroom and furrowed his eyebrows… The tub felt too big, and too empty all of a sudden. His arm felt like it had gotten used to holding someone close to his body. Someone that he had held close to his heart. He thought he heard a chuckle as he looked at his arm and wondered who would have gotten to him this badly that the one was laying in his arm.
Sesshoumaru wanted to lean back again but got up from the tub instead, water sliding over his strong body and back into the water, as he put on his bathrobe and went to the conjoined bedroom and looked around. Everything was the same as the servants had left it. Clean, tidy and fresh. But yet the scent of Sakura and jasmine was the strongest here. He knew that no one had been into this room except for the servants… he had made sure of that, not after the loss of… He didn't want to go there. 'Who are you? Why do you have this scent about you? Why do you plague this House and me?' He mused out loud as he looked at the bed, almost wanting to see someone there. It suddenly seemed as if he was seeing the outlines of a figure, a woman that stood up from the bed and walked up to him. He thought he saw a loving smile on her empty face as she stopped before him. The faceless outline of the figure looked up at him, and he could almost see loving eyes locking his yellow ones. It stretched its hands out at him and on impulse Sesshoumaru took a step forward and touched the faceless head, but the figure went up in smoke as soon as he did, and he felt his heart skipping a beat. He remembered the dreams that had plagued him throughout three months now of the same faceless figure that smiled at him. It was like his mind was trying to tell him something, someone that he needed to remember, one that lay in his arm at night. Someone that was closer to him than anyone else. 'Why did you forget about her, Sesshoumaru-sama?' He heard a voice and whirled around. There was no one there… He knitted his eyebrows together and wondered if he was going insane…
Mokumoku Mumei – mute nameless (combination of the two separate words. Or in other words, nameless mute. Mute being her first name when you are reading the name as the Japanese do. They pronounce everyone with their last name, just in case you're not – really – familiar with the Japanese pronunciation of the names)