All Change In Time

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Inuyasha was trying his best to remain tough and sharp with his friends in order to fake he was okay, but it was a difficult chore. Constantly he had the sympathetic looks of Miroku to dodge, and then there was the task of peeling the hysterical Shippou from his chest. The kitsune had been thrown into the sleepless behavior since Inuyasha’s previous melt down, and there didn’t seem to be any way to snap him back out of it. Sango and Kirara didn’t seem to give the dog-eared boy any trouble, so he tried to stick close with them, but it was apparent that time was running short.

The exterminator still had no strength in her, relying on the strong arms of Miroku to carry her wherever she wished to go. Obviously she was uncomfortable with such lavish treatment, but the monk would have it no other way. Sango’s protests fell on seemingly deaf ears as Miroku lugged her around, smiling peacefully at the blushing maiden all afternoon. Inuyasha felt a bit betrayed by their manners, thinking that perhaps they were mocking him somehow on his notorious decisions in women. Of course deep inside he knew this was not true at all, and this made him sigh sadly, dully engrossed in his concern for the lost Kagome.

Maybe she’s thinking of me.

Inuyasha held his face in his hands, golden eyes fluttering before they sealed themselves, finding Kagome easily in his head. He had placed her safely in his arms, congratulated for his hard work. And there were her lips…falling tenderly on his cheeks as they uttered long vows of love, spilling on his ears as music to a conductor. Her eyes…those lovely eyes. They were watching him with all the tender affection that a single man could ever hope to have in his name, the brown depths loosing themselves as he drifted further…lost in his warped version of reality.

Miroku’s staff roused him of these sleepy fantasies, the hard rap over his head making him retort with a sharp choice of names. The other male shook himself of the curses, waved his hands at the sulking halfling, and knelt closer to stare eye to eye. This was an unusual gesture, making Inuyasha shift back on his rear tentatively, but Miroku broke this awkward silence by whispering to his friend urgently. “We need to find Kagome,” he said, his face dark with worry, “or we may never arrive in time to save her. There have been wild rumors around Sesshomaru’s castle telling that Naraku has invaded. I fear that we may be too late should we decide to wait for Sango to recover from her injuries.”

A cctioction of thoughts tangled Inuyasha as he stiffened, looking at Miroku with a grave seriousness. If Naraku had invaded, then Kagome was in greater danger than presently thought. Sesshomaru was powerful, but would he dare intervene with the Shikon no Tama over someone who meant nothing to him? Inuyasha clenched his jaw, guessing that indeed his brother would step aside and gleefully observe as Naraku kidnapped Kagome. Or maybe he watched while she was killed on the spot…?

This sparked panic, and Inuyasha lunged from his rock, swallowing a small wail as he looked to Miroku. His eyes were wide with wild dread, reflecting all the horror he would feel should Kagome’s blood be washed into the fertile soil. He did not want her to die alone! “What do we do with Sango then?” He inquired, jerking his chin toward the tent where the girl was sleeping at the moment. She did that a lot lately, having nothing else to do but be fawned over.

Miroku ran his beaded hand through his hair, letting the uneven ebony fold messily under the gesture. “I suppose,” he replied, looking at the horizon with a soft look about him, “that she would be safest under the watch of Kaede. We could take her there and then continue on our way to Sesshomaru’s castle to find out if the tales of Naraku are true or not. If not, then we will settle the matter there. If so, we might have a larger plot to deal with, Inuyasha. Kagome may already be…”
Inuyasha cut the monk off with a snarl, holding his hands in the friend’s face. “I don’t want to hear about it! Kagome is just fine! You’ll see.” Amber eyes fell sourly in the direction of the village his entire escapade had started in, nodding his head to agree with Miroku on his plans. “We will drop Sango off, and then step on it.” He shoved his clawed hands into his pockets, hiding their trembling from his companion. “The quicker we find Kagome, the better.”

By daylight the next morning, the group had gathered their camp and discretely went on their way, saying few words between themselves. There was no need to chatter at the moment, seeing as everyone knew his or her part. The most conversation came from Sango, who tearfully apologized for being so weak. This was repeated on her behalf for hours and hours until finally Inuyasha snapped at her for it, and then guiltily took it back when the girl burst into great, heaving sobs. Miroku eyes him nastily at first, but softened at the altered mood of Inuyasha, and then forgave him entirely when the dog like boy went out of his way to entertain Sango for the rest of the journey.

Afternoon had just begun to arrive when the five crested the last hill into the village, passing through the wooden gates with a great sigh of relief. It had been a tense walk, everyone wondering if their enemies would strike them in such a teetering situation. Sango was of most worries, several of her limbs scathed deeply in wounds that had still not healed. The flesh was weak, and a following attack of any similar nature would only stretch the critical condition. But Sango put on a brave face, clinging to Miroku’s back as he picked her up and carried her along, grinning at the villagers who greeted them with weary waves. They weren’t always the bearers of good news, and although they were highly respected, their presence put the elder members over the edge. Already windows were barred, feeble attempts to hold back the abomination coming their way.

Kaede was brewing soup in her hut when they walked in, Inuyasha rudely running his muddy feet over the freshly washed floor. The woman quirked a grizzled brow before smiling toothily at them, offering a bowl by shoving it in their faces. This was politely declined (at least by everyone –but- Inuyasha, who stuck his tongue out and got it pinched between the elder’s fingers) and the explanation began. It took over an hour, every detail rethought and explained so that Kaede might be able to offer them advise, but at the time of their finished tale, Kaede blinked and then put down her soup with a deep sigh.

“It is a very bad situation indeed, Inuyasha for both your friends and Kagome. Without her, you have no chance of defeating Naraku, and yet in trying to regain her, you might die yourself.” She took a quivering spoonful of broth and blew on it thoughtfully, before continuing. “I will take care of Sango the best I can, but I don’t suggest you stay the night here to rest. You must find Kagome and rescue her as fast as you can. Something’s changed in the lands…I can feel it in these rusty bones of mine.”

This was all the encouragement Inuyasha needed. Miroku had hardly a moment to say his farewells to a yet again tearful Sango, her good-byes choked with loneliness. Shippou, too young to be of any service, was left behind as well, but he did not regret it as much as Sango did. She could not be there to help…all she could do was linger behind and then hope that they return with no less than what left, and with an extra member as well. She would not be able to ensure that the group remained safe…not while she was still here. Kaede comforted her the best she could, but soon all she could do was resume eating her soup and stare carefully into the night where Inuyasha, Miroku, and Kirara had left to find Sesshomaru’s castle.

“Let the Gods be with you, Inuyasha,” she muttered, nibbling on her spoon with what little teeth she had left, “and pray they have never left Kagome’s side.”

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The sound of water slowly provoked Sesshomaru from his unconsciousness, the undying noise stirrthe the meager strip of him that still clung to life. One eye fell open, the other swollen shut and oozing with a small droplet of pus, which irritated him very much so, prying him even further from his distorted dreamland. He would have dabbed at it tenderly, hand his wrists not been painfully bound above his head. A groan fell loosely from his chest, the exhalation of air making him certain that nothing internal had been punctured from his previous scuffle.
Slowly the defeat played on him again, and he shuddered a bit, remembering the pitch of his frantic screams. There was the scratching of Naraku’s talons…playing on his flesh like a hungry animal feasting on an infant in the woods. It crossed his ears, making each appendage fold back, trying to shut it out, but the scratching was soon born from his imagination to the world that he was actually in.

Fancied by the thought that he was not alone, and that there was hope after all, Sesshomaru craned his head, trying to see over or through the bars of his prison. There was a shape there, shifting nervously back when he rasped out a call. Sesshomaru was unable to speak at first, but he wet his cracked lips and tried again, this time sure that he was understood. “Hello?”

The voice that replied was a ghost to him, pinching every nerve that could still feel. His gut wrenched violently, making him fall against his bindings with a panicked thrust, his face pallid. “Lord S...Sesshomaru? Master? I…is that r-r-really you?” The tiny shakes of the femme’s speech made tears spring to his eyes, the golden misted shamelessly.

“Rin?”

“Yes.”

Glee exploded inside him, filling his hurt with all the strength he needed. He had found Rin! But he soon grew weary, turning his head into a tilt to try and see her better, which he found was impossible from where she stood. “Rin,” he whispered, desperate to see heain,ain, “come closer.”

“No, Lord Sesshomaru.” She clasped her hands in her lap, looking down to avoid letting a sob escape her. But Sesshomaru could smell her tears, and he inched forward a little more, his toes clawing fruitlessly at the cell’s floor in order to drag his unresponsive lower half along with his wandering top. “Why?” he asked, his lips falling into a heavy frown, the burden now releasing back on his chest, making his breaths hitch into shallow, painful gasps. He was at the end of his reach, scraping wriswrists tightly against the metal cuffs that held them, the flesh raw from rubbing against their hold.

She might have answered, if she was giving the chance. But when her mouth fell open, and Sesshomaru could tell plainly that she was going to spill whatever was bothering her, another voice drowned her out mid-thought. “She cannot because I have not commanded her to, Sesshomaru. You know the laws of slaves.”

Naraku glided from his advantage point in the doorway, as he had been poised there for some time. Sesshomaru understood that he must indeed be weak, as his nose had utterly failed to detect the demon’s scent. “She is not your slave!” he snarled, drawing his lips over his fangs in Rin’s defense. He might have been bound, solidly beaten and covered in bruises and blood, but he still felt a fire in him, refusing to be snuffed away.

Naraku clucked his tongue and chuckled, running his fingers tenderly through a small patch of Rin’s hair, the nails caressing her scalp with a wicked but harmless stroke. He had again cleaned himself, having many robes to change into since his new power, and he smirked impishly at the prison cell, letting his touch fall from the trembling girl. Rin sobbed and stumbled forward, wilting from the touch that frightened her so, making a run for Sesshomaru’s cell. “Sesshomaru! Save me!” her cries made the bound Lord ill, throwing himself as far as he could in her direction. However, the bonds were tighter than he was, and he fell back against the wall, concrete cruel on his blistering back. Rin reached out her arms to him, her fingertips brushing and almost touching the flesh that ached to be cleansed in her innocence again, managing to arch his shoulders in order to embrace her the best he could…

But she was ripped back, wailing while Naraku jerked her arm and trapped her against him. His hands were rough, trailing on her bruised skin until it fell on his midsection, tugging suggestively on the hem of her ruined skirt he had given her as a part of the only outfit she had worn while in this castle. It was dirty from being ground into the floor once or twice, and had started to unravel, but she still clung to the bottom of it, as though that could stand a chance against the mad man’s lust. Naraku lowered his head and snaked a vicious tongue over the left half of her face, nibbling huskily at her earlobe while she shook and began to sob harder. “What about right here, Rin? Right in front of your beloved “father”? I bet he’d like that.” His grip moved upward from Rin’s belly, sliding under the cover of her shirt until it was obviously he was groping her breast, tweaking the nipples with a merry smile. “Wouldn’t you, Sesshomaru?” The last statement was directed only at the stunned Lord, until Sesshomaru gave a great screech and clawed his way forward, stretching his mouth into a horrid expression of loathing.

“I think he would, Rin. I really do. Let’s see then, shall we?” Naraku nuzzled his face into Rin’s hair, letting her smell excite him, until he embraced her entirely, suffocating her against his torso. She was soon short of breath, gulping for air within a matter of moments, making her cries pitiful and weak. But Sesshomaru still could not block them out, and he could not look away, his rage sinking into a small pit of horror before swelling into disbelief, willing this to be an illusion. But no matter how he wished…this was entirely real.

First Naraku seemed to have no intention other than humiliating the girl before her adoptive parent, but this evolved somehow by Naraku rolling Rin’s back to the floor. Her legs were spread, the efforts of keeping them closed evaded by him simply drawing his talons down the length of her thighs, and she screamed with her agony, trying to twist away. Her skirt had been pushed up without a hint of modesty, exposing her bare womanhood for the entire prison ward to see, and this only heightened Naraku’s bestiality. Quietly now, but with a small amount of panting, Naraku lowered his hands into the mound of pubic hair, twining patiently through the mass before letting one finger slide down the slit that was Rin’s vagina. Rin’s crying melted into a faint gasp, as Naraku manipulated her into reacting with him, one free hand pressing firmly on her midsection to prevent her escape.

One long, spidery finger was enough, but soon the entire side of his hand was rubbing up and down the sensitive length, making Rin shamefully groan under her breath, her hips pressing against the movements. On the outside she was a screaming child, her eyes pinched tightly to escape this nightmare, but she was being eaten from the inside out, unable to ignore her bo lon lonely calls.

It was only a matter of moments before she was obviously wet enough for Naraku’s taste, and he turned his hand to the side, making Sesshomaru grow weak with the gross practice. This motion of Naraku’s hand ended with the penetration of Rin’s entrance, the fingers coiling within her one at a time, slipping with a quick urgency to please her. In and out the digits moved, impaling the flesh with each erotic pump. Rin danced under the touch, grinding herself piteously until she was writhing with her reach, wetting the demon’s entire palm with her orgasm. She panted wildly, her tears still falling, before Naraku let her go, busied by his ritual of tasting his filthy tools.

She rolled on her knees, looking hurtfully at Sesshomaru, before she went to crawl away. But it was apparent Naraku was not finished with her yet. Before she could make off to go hide, she found herself grabbed at the waist, poising her suggestively on all fours. Immediately the young girl tried to go limp, but the strength of Naraku could not be denied, and she was held there, dangling dangerously. As he was cleaning himself, Naraku had also pulled back the folds of his pants, and the costume fell back over his erection, which throbbed in his lust. His eyes were half-lidded, oblivious to the struggling Rin was putting up, before he hunched her closer to him, pointing his obsession toward her anal region, his arms folding jealously over her.

Rin kicked back and threw her head to the side in a stifled scream as she felt him barely graze her still-virgin anus, strangely proud over the place that was her only lack of violation. She had thought maybe that Naraku had forgotten to strip her of this…but now she knew why this place had been ignored. It was being saved specifically because he had wanted it to be taken before the only thing she loved…her beloved Sesshomaru. Her eyes closed, comprehending this just before the attack began.

There was a rough, ripping pain as Naraku buried himself within her anal passage, and Rin found her voice was lost within her, feeling him as he shifted completely within hewelswels. It was a sick wrongdoing that made her stomach churn violently, and she threw up a bit of her supper from the night before, Naraku squeezing her stomach sharply. It felt as though he was placing glass inside of her, his thrusts making no consideration of her comfort and well being. Naraku let out a whimpering moan, chewing Rin’s shoulders while he moved against her, forcing her motions to become in rhythm, saliva dripping down her sweating back. He nipped and began to move faster, grinding with a pace that she struggled to keep up with, her body bouncing against his loins, making him give small hiccups of arousal.

Sesshomaru in this time was madly trashing, throwing out every ill word he could come up with, and resembling Inuyasha on a particularly bad day. But this went deeper than some stupid comparison…this was a more serious condition. His golden eyes were splashing red, filling his every pore with the forgotten passion for blood, and he fought ravenously over his shackles, but was unable to find the freedom he wished hauntingly for. Rin’s screams of hurt and anguish made him more frenzied than he could imagine, frothing his mouth with the foam of a rabid dog, his expression twisted in all malice that could be painted on a living creature.

At last the prisoner’s were treated with the howl of Naraku’s climax, and he threw Rin away from him, falling back on his hams with the sigh of a dying man. He licks his lips, touching his spurting member, and then he pulled his robes compulsively around him, shooting a wicked glance at the frantic Lord. “There is your worthless whore, Sesshomaru. Enjoy her.” Naraku stood, sneering at the hysterical Rin, and then turned, making his simple way back to where he had come from. Oh what wrong had been done here! What horrible wrong indeed!

[Writer] I get more and more sadistic with each chapter -nod sadly- Ah well! Things will start to look up soon, I promise =^.^= [End Writer]