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-To Sip of Black Velvet-

Chapter 16: Savior

WARNING: This chapter deals with some darker themes. Read with caution.

"How did I find you?" Naruka asked menacingly, "That's all you have to say to me after so long Kagome? You know I've missed you, you're all I've been able to think about."

I struggled against the hold he had pinning me to the wall so he held me down with more force. I shrieked as I felt my shoulder pop. He was too strong for me, the same as he had always been, and I hoped that someone would come to save me.

"You're supposed to be…" I spoke aloud, trying to buy more time, "You're supposed to be sealed away for the things that you did."

Naraku cackled. "Well yes, I suppose you are right about that my little miko." He said as a jagged claw ran down my cheek. It was a sinful mockery of a lover's caress and as his nail dug into my skin, I exhaled a sharp breath at the pain. He leaned forward, his rough tongue licking away the blood from the wound that was sure to only be my first.

He let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into my neck and I heard him whisper darkly into my ear, "I guess they released me on good behavior." He grinned.

I couldn't believe this was really happening. "But they found bodies!" I screamed. "Your should've been sealed forever! You probably would have killed me too if my father—

"No Kagome!" He yelled as his hand clamped down around my neck. His grip grew tighter with his words and I struggled to breathe, fighting to remain conscious. "I never would have done anything to you. Those other girls meant nothing to me. You were my favorite, what I had been searching for, my sweet little miko. I love you. Remember all the fun we had?"

He eased his grip and I gasped for air. Warm tears began rolling down my cheeks as ragged coughs were forced out of my throat.

"You molested me!" I cried. "You took away everything from me until I had nothing left. You said you'd hurt them if I told and when I finally did… when I got the courage to tell someone you…you killed—"

"What happened to your father was your fault." He interrupted. "He had been something like a friend to me you know?" He replied nonchalantly.

"I hate you." I hissed out. And he began undoing the clasps on my coat with his free hand. His touch made my skin crawl.

"And I love it when you fight me." He hissed back as he fisted my hair in his grasp, jerking my head to the side as he pushed his body against mine. I could feel the disgusting bulge in his pants as he ground himself into me and I wanted to vomit. "I love it when your skin burns mine. When your body reacts from what I do to you. Your pain has always been my pleasure, Kagome." He purred as his tongue traced the ridge of my ear.

He exhaled a long warm breath against my skin. "You have no idea what it's like to be sealed, to be aware of everything around you, to feel and think and want but not be able to do anything about it... I've been waiting far too long for this." Naraku spoke in my ear, his voice dark with obsession and lust. "I'm going to enjoy this and I'll make you enjoy it too. I'm going to make you flare those little powers of yours girl."

His hand began lowering down my body to the fastens of my jeans and I screamed. He smacked me fiercely across my face and I closed my eyes.

It seemed that I had run out of time. And as I clenched my eyes tightly, awaiting my agony, I thought about the only thing that had really made me happy and the only thing that had constantly tried to make me see my worth since the last time I'd endured this torture.

He had said I was beautiful, that I was worthy of his luxuries, that he had wanted me. As I clenched my eyes tightly, I thought about Sesshoumaru.

..O..

Golden eyes looked for the girl. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He had been watching her from afar for a few nights now, following her as she walked from her work to her home. He was sure that she would not have appreciated it if she found out… so he did it from his vehicle. He'd been driving around in circles, catching glimpses of her on her way but as he'd rounded the corner for the fifth time she'd all but disappeared. She should have only been a couple of paces ahead at this point but she had vanished. She wouldn't have possibly run home, she'd been wearing heels. He'd gotten out of his vehicle and began walking down the sidewalk that she should have still been on. It was then that he saw a red heeled shoe left unattended on the pavement. And it was after that, that he'd heard a scream. He ran.

..O..

I'd closed my mind off from what was happening around me. My eyes were still shut tightly and as I concentrated I'd blocked off all the sounds in the world. I only hoped that I could block off what I'd be feeling as well. I would not give Naraku the satisfaction of hearing my screams or my whimpers. I would not cry and if I could help it, I would not burn him with my powers and give him the sick pleasure that he desired.

It felt like a few minutes had gone by. And I really hadn't felt anything. No warm breath against my skin, no slick sweat dripping on me, no bruising fingers or sharp claws, no forced entry, no—nothing. I'd managed to do it, to block it all out. I was relieved. I'd almost begun to even relax due to what I'd perceived as a tiny victory until I felt a strong hand grasp my arm, breaking my concentration. I felt my powers surge and as it connected with its target, my hearing came back. I heard a yell but it was not in the disturbingly pleased tone that I had thought it would be in. It was not even in the same voice.

My eyes snapped open and in the moonlight I took in the glistening silver—not black—hair and the golden—not red—eyes on the figure in front of me.

"You okay?" Said figure asked me, a worried look plastered on his face, as he ignored the pain my miko powers had caused him.

"Y-yeah, I think so..." I answered, my voice still shaky with left over fear. "Is he—is Naraku gone?" I asked as my frightened eyes frantically surveyed the rest of the alley.

"Yeah… well, he ran off anyways." He replied.

I exhaled a breath of relief and then eyed the figure who'd been my savior.

"Mr. Taisho… Inuyasha, how did you—thank you for being here."

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