I’m back yet again! ^^ you just can’t get rid of me! Alrighty then now that we’re over the graphic rape scene let move onto revenge! You don’t really think I’d let Inu-yasha suffer that badly did ‘ya? Ok I promise to be nice to him in the future! Ok ok let’s move on now.
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(Sesshoumaru)
I held my brother close to me; I started to stroke his hair. I began to rub his body, scrubbing the blood off. I managed to get the blood off him. I pulled him out and dressed him in the top part of my kimono, leaving the pants for myself. I carried him to my room and laid him on my futon. My fingers brushed his hair from his eyes. I didn’t want to leave him by himself but I had to. I kissed his head and left the room. A servant walked by. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close.
“Let no one in, or out. If any harm comes to Inu-yasha in there, I will kill you,” I said coldly.
The servant shook in fear. He stuttered and nodded dumbly. I dropped him by the door and stormed off. I walked into the guest room with Takashi and quickly slid the door open. There he was, sitting on the ground, licking his hands. The same hands that touched, MY Inu-yasha.
He sensed me and turned to face me. A grin came across his face, and he stood up to face me.
“Sorry, don’t mind me Sesshoumaru-sama,” he said mockingly. “I got some blood on my hands,”
I growled and charged at him. I caught him by the neck and pushed him to the ground. He coughed out and gasped. I began to slowly strangle him. My claws digging into his neck. Blood came from the spots where my claws were. I could see a small smirk start to form.
“I-I see you found your brother…”
I tightened my grip and hissed at him. He coughed up a laugh. “D-Did I mess with you’re play toy? He was good too. You should have heard his screams as he bleed. And-“
I quickly jabbed my knee onto his groin. He grunted, but did not cry out. I will change that
“So this is the problem. You just can’t keep this in you pants can you?” I said coolly.
While still holding him with my one arm I let the poison drip with my other claws.
“Why don’t we just get rid of it shall we?” I reached my poison claw over to his groin.
I could see the panic start to fill in his eyes. He was searching desperately for something to say in his clouded mind.
“Y-You’re in love with the whore aren’t you…” he said slowly.
My hand paused for a moment, he continued. “I see now…He was a fuck toy for you too, until you became obsessed. You started obsessing over the boy. He’s very submissive to you, the responds to every thing you do to him. You can’t get enough of the boy…”
Was this true? I’m obsessed with him…Yes…I am obsessed with him. That small round face, beautiful eyes that sparkled mischievously…Damn it now I’m rambling…I growled at him, letting more poison drip from my fingers. Some of it dropped on his leg, and he cried out but still went on.
“He’s probably never let you see him in his human form. Probably afraid you stop fucking him or something. Tell you something, it’s even better then his hanyou form…He look even more help less and beautiful…And when you’re pumping into him his face-“
I reached forward and let my poison fall on his groin. He screamed out in pain, I clamped down on his neck to shut him up. I grinned sadistically as the poison melted through his groin. I loved the screams he made. Yes you bastard, scream. Scream like you made Inu-yasha scream. Let this be a lesion to ANYONE who touches my Inu-yasha. I leaned into his face and grinned.
“You like that? I’m sure you do. You love to hear torched screams”
He didn’t respond. His face was completely white. He started to make small stuttering noises. My grin grew, and grew. I began to laugh at his pathetic cries. Yes cry out you bastard. I want you to cry like the little bitch you are.
“I should probably do the same to you as you did to Inu-yasha…” I said slowly.
I leaned into his face and chuckled. “But looks like I took away your manhood, so it’s not even worth it.”
I got up and looked down at the pathetic thing. I spit on him and walked out of the room. I started making my way to my room, with Inu-yasha in it. I crept up the sleeping servant on the floor and kicked him. He jolted awake and looked at me. Fear filled his eyes as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.
“You were asleep….” I said coolly.
“I-I didn’t m-m-mean to Sess-Sesshoumaru-sama…It’s l-late…a-and…” he began to ramble on.
I threw him to the ground and stepped on his head.
“What if he was hurt, while you were sleeping? Or someone had taken him?” I said slowly.
He began to shake and sob. He begged for my forgiveness and held onto my leg. I growled and kicked him off. There was nothing I hated more then groveling. It was annoying and a waste of my time.
“For your sake he better be alright,” I growled.
I slid the door open and looked in the room. There he was, sleeping on the futon, shivering. I slid into the room careful not to wake him. He moaned in his sleep but did not wake up. I came up to him and brushed the hair from his eyes. I watched the moonlight shine on his face. He face looked lax. Gentle, very child like. I leaned in and brushed his cheek with mine. He groaned out and curled into a ball.
“Sesshoumaru…” I heard him softly say.
I touched his face and began to stroke it softly. Feeling the softness of his face. I heard a loud scream and a crash. I glared and looked to the direction of the noise. I touched his face one more time and went to the direction of the noise. I looked down to the servant on the floor and growled at him. He jumped up and looked at me.
“Watch him…or else…” I hissed.
He stuttered and nodded. I began to walk to the noise. What ever it is it better be good. I stopped by the dinning hall and opened the door. I took a step in the room and was met with something wet and thick. I lifted my foot and looked at it. It was too dark to see. I walked into the moonlight and was met with something bigger. I looked down to the floor.
There on the floor, covered in blood was a human. Not just any human, but Inu-yasha’s mother. A large metal knife was produced in her chest. Her eyes were completely white; blood was spurting from her mouth every so often. I knelt down and looked down at her.
She had killed herself. She was at dinner, sitting at dinner, alone, and saw the knife. There and then she decided that nothing was worth living without her mate. And stabbed herself. I growled at her and pulled out her knife in her chest. More blood poured out of her chest, as I pulled out the knife. Her entire kimono was covered in blood. Her pale skin was even paler. It was a disgusting site.
Bitch. How dare she, how dare that bitch do this. I leaned over and picked up the bitch. I had to get rid of her; I can’t let Inu-yasha see her.
I made my way outside and started running for the woods. I ran for about an hour until I came to a cliff. I stopped and leaned over the edge. The wind blew, throwing my hair behind me. I glared at the woman in my arms. Through the entire trip she bled in my arms. I held my arms out over the cliff and dropped her. I watched as her limp body fell, hitting the cliff every so often. I could hear the splat of her body hitting the rock. I waited there until I could no longer see her bloody body.
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(Inu-yasha)
Sunlight poured into my vision. I didn’t want to wake, not yet. My nose kicked in. Everything smelled nice. Like a new bath, or a blooming flower. But I never took a bath…or did I? I can’t think of anything, everything’s blank in my mind. All thought has left my mind. All I can think, and feel is the smell around me. It made me relaxed, calmed. Like when my mother was sane.
She would always come into my room in the morning, to wake me. I can remember the smell clearly. She smelt of flowers that have just bloomed in the spring. Sakura was her favorite. She always did her best to smell like that. Father always liked that. He could never resist that smell. Or that’s what she said anyway.
When she came into my room she always smelt like something else. When I was young I could never recognize it. I always asked her but she had no clue what I smelled, she could never smell it. I asked father once. But he wouldn’t answer me. He looked very nervous and made an excuse to lave the room. Then I would ask Sesshoumaru, and he would just give me a funny look. I remember on my 15 summer he final told me. It was their love-making. The smell of his seed was left inside her. It wouldn’t wear away for a while; sometimes it never went away when father was around.
That’s why Sesshoumaru and I never made-love with father around. He would smell Sesshoumaru’s sent on me and find us out. Though we had almost gotten caught a couple of times.
My arms started to move. I felt around me. Cloth, silken blankets. Very nice, not like mine though. Mine are thicker, and bigger. This felt thin but very warm still. I felt somewhat protected in this blanket. Like something was watching and protecting me with strong arms. The futon under me was thicker then mine. And felt bigger too. Mine was smaller; I never really liked the bigger ones. It made me feel to small and child like. This is almost like Sesshoumaru’s bed. But it can’t be…can it?
My arms reached around, feeling around me. Now I have to open my eyes. Slowly I opened my eyes, letting the light fill my vision. I squinted and blinked a bit. Then everything became clear.
This was Sesshoumaru’s bed, his room. I was in his room. I began to get up but there was a sharp pain in my hips. I cried out and fell back on his bed. Why are my hips hurting so much? What happened to me? Why can’t I remember anything…?
I sat up again only this time slower, so not to hurt myself. I looked around. Where was he? Shouldn’t he be here?
I heard a noise outside the door. It sounded like 2 people. One started whimpering and the other spoke in a quiet deadly voice. Sesshoumaru! He was here; I can hear him on the other side. The door slide opened and there he was. He looked me over, his eyes following me. I began to breathe harder and pulled the blanket closer to me. He walked up to me and touched my face. His face showed no emotions. I rubbed my face into his hand.
“You’re awake,”
I closed my eyes and held his hand on my face. I brushed my fingers on his hand.
“Hai,”
“Do you hurt?” he asked.
“Hai, my hips. It hurts really badly. Why does it hurt?” I asked him.
He stared at me not reacting; silence went by for almost a minuet. He pulled a little closer to me, and tilted my chin back. He pressed our lips together and forced his tongue in. I was surprised by the sudden kiss but complied anyway. His other hand reached around my waist and pressed me against him. My arms reached around his neck. His hand began to massage my back. I arched it but cried out form the pain.
He stopped and looked at me again. He dropped his hand and swore a bit. I looked at him curiously. Did we go all out last night? Hell did we even go at it? I really don’t know. My head hurts…I can’t think of anything right now.
I attempted to get up, but pain went sheering through my body. I cried out and fell to the floor. Sesshoumaru jumped out and caught me. He pulled me close to him and cradled me to his chest. I sighed but cuddled into him. He pulled me up slowly.
“I’ll carry you to your room,”
Before I could say anything he picked me up and carried me in his arms. Just then I noticed I was wearing his kimono top. I touched the material and looked at him.
“Sesshoumaru…why am I wearing your clothing?”
He didn’t answer, he didn’t look at me. He was acting oddly cold. Just then I noticed a smell. It smelled like blood, it was human blood. I sniffed the air again, and realized something. It was MY blood. I turned to Sesshoumaru.
“Sesshoumaru, I smell my blood. Why am I smelling my blood?” I asked him.
He still wouldn’t answer me. I was getting angry. Why won’t he answer me? I’m getting pissed off now. Why won’t he answer me? I leaned up, despite my disadvantage, and grabbed his shoulders.
“Damn it answer me! What’s going on here? Why do I smell my blood? And why can’t I remember anything that happened last night. Were we together? What’s going on?” I yelled.
His blank gaze met mine. He still wouldn’t answer me. He slid open the door to my room, and I looked in. There on my futon was blood, and lots of it. I smelled the air. It was my blood. I gasped as I smelled something else. It smelled like someone’s seed. But it wasn’t Sesshoumaru’s. It was someone else’s…but I don’t know whose. This is impossible! I wouldn’t with anyone else. Is that why he won’t talk to me? No, no , no! I didn’t do anything.
“Sesshoumaru! I didn’t do anything! It can’t be…I-I don’t remember anything!” I stuttered grabbing his chest.
Then something threw me of guard completely. He touched my face and brushed his face against mine. He set me on the floor and straddled my waist. He grabbed my face and pulled it close to him. I looked into his eyes. For a moment I saw sadness. Why was he sad? What happened…
“S-Sesshoumaru…” I stuttered. “ What happened to me…”
He left the room. I called after and reached for him. I waited for him. A few seconds later he came back in, carrying something. He dropped it in front of me.
“You’re so responsive, no wonder you’re brother fucks you,” he said.
My eyes widened, I shook my head. He laughed and grabbed my manhood.
“Oh you don’t think I know? I see the way he looks at you, with those sad loving eyes. And I saw you two, before you transformed.”
He leaned in close to my face. His hand yanked on my manhood. I screamed through the gag, he laughed again.
“You shouldn’t have looked my way,” he said.
His hand began to work up and down my manhood, forcing me to cry out over and over again. He laughed at my cries, my pleas, and my broken body. He reached over and bit on my chest. Blood began to come out. He ran his finger through it, making small designs on my chest.
I could feel my body being to weaken. I was loosing a lot of blood. He never let the wounds he made clot, he just kept letting them bled.
I grabbed my head. Where was this coming from? I looked at Sesshoumaru then back at the thing on the ground. Its broken face looked up at me. I began to shake.
He reached for his pants and pulled them down. My eyes went wide at the size of his manhood. Youkai’s were supposed to be big, but I don’t think he could fit in me. He laughed and positioned himself.
“I’ll fit, I’ll just have to shove in real hard!” he said and quickly thrust into me.
I let out a silent scream through the gag. My back arched and I felt more tears fall down my face. He rubbed his face against mine and re-opened the cut on my cheek. He let the blood run down my face and he licked it again.
“You’re so tight…I can’t wait any longer…”
I began to cry. No I don’t want to remember…Please don’t let me remember…Oh my god no…I curled up into a ball. Please no…
He thrust into me hard. My body went limp in his arms and I lost the will to struggle. I can’t move at all. He nuzzled my neck and whispered in my ear.
“Yes Inu-yasha. Give yourself to me, become fully submissive…”
“NOO!!!” I screamed.
I arched my back but couldn’t go very far because of my hips. Sesshoumaru came forward and caught me. I gasped and began to cry on his chest. I felt him touch my back and began to rub it slowly.
I remember everything…absolutely everything. The pain, the humiliation…Out of no where I looked up at him and asked.
“Where’s my mother?”
He looked at me oddly and let go of me. I gasped and fell over. My hips, they hurt some much…why did he let me go? I looked up at my brother with pleading eyes. A servant ran by the room and stopped by Sesshoumaru. He bowed deeply and stuttered.
“The lady of the house is gone.”
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FINNALLY! I thought I’d never get this next chapter out. I got lazy and kept putting it off >.< but here it is! I should have the next chapter out sometime. I’m halfway through another fic, which is mostly a mushy spoof ^^. So check that you when it comes out!