Isamu looked into his mother's eyes, seeking some kind of emotion aside from the concern he saw. He frowned slightly, looking down at the ground, then to the river, looking at the reflection of the full moon on the water. "Nothing happened mom," he spoke, lying, & hating himself for it because he had never lied to his mother. Never.
Catriona bit back the sigh that wanted to leave her as a result of him lying. -Something happened Isamu... Why won't you tell me?- She thought as he looked up into her eyes again.
A deep pang of guilt hit him as he saw the slight hurt in her eyes, a sign she could tell he was lying to her. "Why are you sad?"
"Isamu, you can tell me anything baby," she spoke, running her fingers through his hair, pausing a moment to rub his left ear. "I won't hate you, no matter what you say or do Isamu. You're my baby & it will always stay that way; I mean it." Staring at her son's eyes, she watched as tears welled up & soon a tear streaked down his cheek. "Isamu, why are you crying?" She asked as she held him close to her, feeling him turn his head into her shoulder.
A sob escaped his mouth & wracked his body as the tears began flowing freely while he dug his claws into the fabric of her shirt that he was fisted. "I'm sorry mother," he cried, taking a moment to take some deep breaths between harsh sobs that wracked his body as he curled up in her lap.
Catriona closed her eyes tightly as she held her son, feeling so sorry for the crushed boy. "Why are you sorry Isamu?" She asked, holding him with one arm while her other hand was used to play with his hair in hopes of calming him down. "Gods baby, what the Hell have you been through?"
"Mother, I'm so glad I got away from there," he sobbed, letting go of his hold on her shirt as he slid his arms around her as best as he can to hug against her tightly. "I hate every minute of it!"
"Isamu, baby, please tell me what the hell happened to you at Naraku's castle... Take your time if you have to, but please, tell me."
Isamu cried out as a thick organ invading his body, stretching & ripping him, causing him to bleed on Naraku as the hanyou began pounding into Isamu's young, once virgin body. He felt like his body would surely rip in half if this assault continued. He wanted to shed tears but he wouldn't give Naraku the pleasure of seeing him cry due to something he was doing.
"You're so deliciously tight, Isamu," Naraku moaned as his claws dug into the hanyou's hips.
Isamu clenched his teeth & closed his eyes as tight as he could. "Naraku, you sick jerk, get out of me!" Isamu demanded, then bit his lip to hold in a yelp when Naraku's claws pierced his flesh, causing blood to flow in small rivulets down the otter sides of his thighs.
"Please Isamu, scream for me," Naraku spoke, a moan mixing in with his words & he began thrusting harder & faster, burying his cock hilt deep with each powerful thrust. "Let me hear the pain I cause you."
"I would never give you any pleasure if I could help it," Isamu growled in response. "You disgust me."
"And your body pleases me," Naraku replied before he gave a final, hard thrust of his hips that buried him inside Isamu's tight ass as he spilled his seed inside the hanyou.
Isamu grimaced as Naraku pulled out of his body & pushed him so he was laying flat on his stomach then left him to himself. Isamu lay alone in the room now that Naraku had left to his thoughts. He was sore & his stomach turned at the fetor that filled his nose. He felt as if it were the worst thing he could ever smell; the smell of Naraku's arousal, then what followed; the sex. He hated every moment of it & during the entire act he'd wished he could use his Dokkasou, but he remembered Naraku's threat & felt weakened. He knew with one quick slice from his claws, the bastard's throat would be slit; but he also knew if Naraku saw the attack coming he could release his miasma without a second thought & that would be the end.
He shuddered & curled into a fetal position, taking deep breaths in hopes of keeping his sickened stomach down. -I'm going to kill him for this,- Isamu thought to himself as he balled his hands into fists, cutting his palms with his claws.
As Isamu told his mother the tale of that night, Catriona felt the anger rise within her, but then it was blended with her pity for her son. He was so young & already he had experienced something no child should ever have to go through.
Isamu by now had stopped sobbing, but he was still crying; he had just reduced to tears falling down his cheeks every time he blinked his eyes. "Do you hate me mother?" He asked, not looking up at her.
"Isamu, I could never hate you for what happened to you," she answered, putting her fingers under his chin & tilting his head so he was looking at her. "Isamu, it's not your fault this happened, do you understand? The only person to blame for all of this is Miroku, for making a pact with that evil man."
"Mother, no matter what your choice ends up being, I want to do it with you," he spoke. "Because I trust your judgement & I know you can't make mistakes. You're too perfect."
Catriona smiled down at her son. "Isamu, you are the sweetest little boy I know, you know that?" When her son nodded, she kissed his temple. "Can you do mommy a favor baby?"
"What is it?"
"Can you try to forget everything that happened to you? I know it'll be hard for you to do, but if you don't forget it then it might cause you severe emotional damage later on in your life, okay?"
"You want me to pretend I was never hurt?"
"Not exactly that way baby... I want you to try & push it to the back of your mind so throughout your life, as you grow up, it won't stop you from wanting to meet & get to know new people. Trust me sweety, I can never ask you to hide your emotions from me, I'm just trying to look out for your future."
"Thank you mother," he said as he wrapped his arms around her neck, sniffling softly. "Can you promise not to tell dad that I cried? I don't want him to know I was weak enough to shed tears."