Chapter 3: Heal
The thrusting was deep and hard, almost punishing at moment but it was never-ending. He had always been like that when he was with her. He had always been an animal in his lust; an animal that did something to her.
His hands played with her body as if it was an instrument that he had mastered long ago. His tongue and lips for kisses on her against her will. He was doing everything he wanted to her just as he always had. He was doing things that she never wanted. He forced pleasure on her, filling her as he did.
It was something that she hated and had wanted to avoid. Yet her sex was dripping wet as he drove inside of her. It still disgusted her to know that her body responded to him. Why had her body responded to him before like it was now? It tormented her to be forced to feel that unwanted pleasure.
A pleasure that came from his hands, tongue and the thing that was thrusting between her legs. “You want this.”
There was such certainty in his voice, in his words that he knew she wanted what he did to her. He had never known though. He had always thought he knew what she wanted and what she felt. But he never had. He had never known what SHE had felt.
“No, I don’t want this! I never wanted this! I never wanted you, Sesshomaru!” She screeched at him.
But he had never understood that. No one had; they all told her over and over to be grateful for his attention. They had never thought of how they were forcing her into something that she hadn’t been ready for. She had just been a thing to them…she was still just a thing to him.
His gold eyes turned blood red at her words. His lips twisted into a mocking smile as if her words had been a funny joke. It was then that he lifted his hand to allow her to see, it only served to bring tears to her eyes.
His fingers were coated in her wet, so much so that it was dripping off.
It filled her with shame that her body wanted it…wanted him.
She woke with tears in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. It had all been a nightmare. A Nightmare that was infused with her memories of what they had done together.
Her body hummed and begged though, wanting more of what she had been dreaming. It was sick that her body wanted more when her mind was in shocked of it all. She just wanted it all to stop. She wanted to be free of the drug her body begged for.
It took her a moment for her to notice but she was not alone. Haruto and another person stood over her, shaking as they gripped her arms. Their eyes were filled with fear as they stared down at her. She couldn’t understand why though.
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Sesshomaru stared at the demons before him, they demanded his children and their mother from him. They had no right to his family! They were the reason that he had lost everything that was important in his life.
He could not kill them as he desired. Not with his family being kept from him by his cousin. Raged burned in him that he was kept at bay from those that he loved. They should have been with him in the mortal realm instead of trapped in hell, far from his reach.
His mind replayed the memory of finding his children gone and his cousin there in their place.
Enma had sat there in the red and gold robes of royalty. His long red hair was tied in a braid. His eyes were pure black with rage; they looked so alike that one could tell they were blood.
Sesshomaru had never met his cousin on his mother’s side, had never cared to. Yet the blood and power in them recognized that they were kin. Sesshomaru felt nothing for him.
What was he to feel when everything that he loved had died before his eyes. Enma had nothing to be angry about when he had been the one to lose Kagome. He was the one that had returned to find his children gone.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing…I have simply come to inform you that I expectations of you now,” Enma said.
Sesshomaru glared at the demon. He had no intentions of following Enma’s expectations of him. His cousin had no rights to order him around like he was something weak. It was true that Enma was his ruler and that all demons of the mortal realm were servants of his. But Sesshomaru had never been one to be a servant of another.
He refused to bow to anyone.
He was one of the Great lords of the mortal realm just as his father was before him. Mizuki would possibly be the one to inherit his title when he was gone.
“Where are my children?”
“With their mother.”
Sesshomaru’s insides twisted at his cousin’s words. They had gone to join their mother…they could not be dead as well, could they? He was still badly wounded from Kagome, his arm still barely attached to him. It did not stop him from attacking Enma.
His whip went through his cousin though as if he was not there. It only served to enrage Sesshomaru all the more. “WHERE IS MY FAMILY?!“
“Save in my realm with their mother as I had said. They are all alive so calm yourself, cousin.”
Sesshomaru could not be calmed; his family was being kept from him by the demon before him. A demon who was lying to him about Kagome. His heart pained him at the thought of her gone from his side forever more.
Everything inside of him ached at the thought of her death, the image of her slicing her throat. He longed to join her in death; but he had a duty to see their children survive before he could.
She would have expected him to care for their children, to see them grown. It would be too much for him to endure.
They would all grow up to look just like their mother with time. They would all be living reminders of the woman that he loved and lost. Sesshomaru loved his heart with all his heart but the reminder would be too much for him.
Too much when he could not be in the same realm as the one he loved. It mattered not if she refused to return to his side. It would be enough for him to just be able to see her.
He needed to die so that he could be with her, see her and apologize to her.
“Do not lie to me. Kagome is dead…I SAW HER DIE BEFORE MY VERY EYES!“
A smirk came to Enma’s lips at Sesshomaru’s words as if he knew a secret. The twisting inside of Sesshomaru only twisted all the tighter at the sight of it. “Kagome’s flesh lives but her soul…has been rejecting her body.”
Sesshomaru turned to stone, crumbled to his knees for the will to stand was gone. Kagome was alive but rejected herself because of him. Rejected herself because she had no desire to return to him. Kagome preferred death than to chance of ever seeing him again.
It was another wound inflicted upon his heart and soul to know that. He had no one but himself to blame for this reaction on her part.
Everything was his fault. Memories of Kagome at his brother’s side filled his mind, plague him like a diseased city that refused to let go of life. All her joy and happiness had been at Inuyasha’s side and with their children. Her tears were all he deserved for all the pain that he gave her.
Enma watched him like a child watching an interesting insect but it was nothing to him. Sesshomaru just turned his eyes to the ground, wish that his body would die soon. He was truly dead inside without her.
“I can return her to you.”
Sesshomaru’s head snapped up at Enma’s words. The smirk grew bigger; it reminded him of a cat at the cream. He was too desperate for those words to be true to care. “What do you want from me?”
“The demons of the mortal realm have forgotten who rules them. They also have forgotten why I put the council in power in the first place,” Enma said calmly. “They as well as you have abused the power that I give…your mate is proof enough of that.”
“I love her,” Sesshomaru said without pause. He would have cut out his heart for her without a second thought to it.
“Your love was a poison to her. It twisted and chocked her very being until she was no longer the person you knew.”
There was nothing for Sesshomaru to say to those words. They were the truth after all.
“You will gather the council and bring them to me alive.”
“Lord Sesshomaru!”
Sesshomaru looked to the lord that had shouted his name. It had drawn him from memory of a few days ago to back to the present.
The Lord noticed that he had Sesshomaru’s attention on him and used it to his advantage. “Will you allow my eldest son to mate with your daughter or not?”
He was so sick of hearing that. His daughters were nothing to be bought or sold. They were not to become broodmares to others’ lusts. They were to live their lives as they desired. They were all above the lords that sat across from him in every way.
All his children were above the fools.
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“How is she doing?” Enma questioned as he bathed. The bath cleansed him of the wounds that Kagome had inflicted in her sleep. So many had been wounded by her but there had not been a single death. It was as if her unconscious-self had sought to punish rather than kill.
It told him much about the who Kagome was as a person.
“She has been told about what she has done…she is quite shaken by it.”
Enma turned to his love, who stood in the doorway and avoided looking at his flesh. She was such a timid thing and always so proper as her culture instead on.
She was unlike a human woman he had ever seen before with an appearance of golden hair and pale blue eyes. If not for her scent and holy powers, he would have thought she was a demon. It was alluring and rare but it meant little to him. The person that his sweet Emma was more seductive than a sea of beautiful females.
He held out his hand, bidding her to come to him. She just stood there at the door though, a lovely red blush came to her cheeks. It made him hunger for her.”Come to me, my sweet.”
She shyly went to his side, never looking at his bare flesh as she did. Other females stared openly at his flesh as if it was a grand meal was placed before them. It was something that he had greatly disliked. So much that he preferred to only have sex with his concubines when he was dressed.
With Emma, that preference disappeared and gave birth to a need to be closer to her. Taking her with nothing between them was glorious to him. It had been a great struggle for them to come together with their feelings in those early days. But it all has been worth the bliss that they now lived in.
There was something in her eyes that worried him. “What is wrong?”
A sad look appeared within her eyes. “She is quite like the women of my country…like my past self.”
He thought of how she had been when he had first met her. The anger and pain that filled her were not unlike Kagome’s. He had helped Emma then just as he would help Kagome now.
“It won’t be for long, my sweet. We will help her heal.”