The Other Side of Kazaana

A/N I may regret putting this up so quickly, but I’m gonna do it anyway. The reviews I got were, well, wow. Thank you. I really, really hope I can live up to expectation!

I swear, I will never get used to writing this story. Here I was thinking…this isn’t going to be that dark. Just the first couple of chapters and then it’ll be much lighter. Uh huh, right. I’m still a happy ending kinda person, but damn, this is getting a lot darker….it’s all that damn ronin’s fault. He wasn’t even supposed to be in this story!! He was supposed to be dead and gone before Miroku got there, but no, he got a freakin’ hard on and wanted to play it all kinky and now I’m stuck with a much scarier story than I meant to. Ah well.


A little N/C, twisted, lime warning.


Chapter 11 – Miroku the Virgin


Miroku closed his eyes, his face pressed into the leaves underneath him. Listening to the ronin walk a few steps away, he startled at the sound of a heavy slap followed by a whimpering sob.

There’s someone else here??

He kept his body still, trying not to show his interest. If the ronin was abusing this person, would he help him escape? Could he be another prisoner?

“You’ve got until I get back with food to transform. I don’t have to tell you what happens if you fail, now do I?”

“No.” a small voice whimpered again.

“And if you even think about touching my little pretty over there, you’ll spend the last moments of your life screaming, tanuki.”

Somehow, Miroku imagined frantic nodding as he heard the ronin’s footsteps fade away. When it was silent except for a few trembling moans from behind him, Miroku slowly lifted up his head to turn the other way. Almost hidden in the shadows was a large, quivering, sniffling ball of fur. Miroku couldn’t shake a feeling of familiarity, but it wasn’t until the creature moved so that Miroku could see his profile that the monk gasped in recognition.

Hachi?

“Mmmmmph!” he screamed behind his gag

“Eee!” Hachi stumbled back further into the shadows, trying to crawl away from him on limbs that shifted and fell under his weight.

“Mmmmmph!”

The tanuki kept his back to Miroku, shivering as he rocked back and forth, and Miroku tried to make his voice a soothing murmur behind the gag. When the tanuki youkai stopped rocking and turned slightly in his direction, he could have shouted for joy.

Yes! If he’d just untie him… The Hachi he’d known had always been a bit of a scoundrel, but he hadn’t been evil. If only this one was the same, maybe he’d have a chance. He watched him, desperate hope shining in his eyes

Hachi turned to him, and started shaking his head. “I can’t help you, little one. He’ll hurt me.” He whispered. “I can’t fly. I CAN’T. It was so hard…. He’ll kill me when he gets back.” He continued to murmur to himself too low for Miroku to hear as he started rocking again.

Miroku felt sick to his stomach, listening to Hachi. He was usually rather whiny and cowardly, but he’d never sounded this terrified before.

“He’ll find me.” He whispered again, vacant eyes staring at Miroku as he stopped rocking and inched forward towards the monk. His body left the shadows and crossed a small ray of sunlight; Miroku fought the sudden urge to vomit. On the side of Hachi’s neck was a small black boil, tentacles the width of needles spreading out from it across Hachi’s face like a writhing spiderweb. The Raccoon Dog’s skin was swollen where the small, wormlike appendages penetrated his flesh and wriggled slightly underneath.

Dear Gods, what did he do to Hachi?

“Naraku can find me now, he always finds me now.” Tears streamed down the youkai’s face. “It grows and grows and grows, and I tried! I tried, but there’s no more flying. And it hurts. It hurts….” He began to whimper again. Miroku could hardly bear to watch the blank eyes of his old friend as they wept.

“No one comes near.” He whispered. “The pretty women. The wealthy men. They see and they scream and they run... I can’t steal. I can’t play. They won’t come near.” His head swung back and forth jerkily as he started to crawl towards Miroku.

Miroku felt tears coming to his eyes. He knew it wasn’t really his friend, but he couldn’t help himself. It looked just like Hachi, dammit, and he was in such pain.

“You’d let me come near you.” Hachi murmured, staring at him, creeping forward. “Pretty, pretty little boy. Your eyes stay so soft and pretty when they see Hachi. You’d let me come near, wouldn’t you?” Miroku’s tears stopped and dread seeped in at the tone in the tanuki’s voice. He wasn’t threatening him, but…

Hachi crept closer, his eyes looking up and down Miroku’s bound body as he whimpered again. “You’d let me come near, yes? Let your body take the pain away, yes? I just want the pain to go away…” Miroku swallowed and yanked at his restraints, starting to feel desperate as the youkai continued to crawl, mired in his own haze of pain and insanity.

“Pretty, pretty little boy.” He murmured again as he came closer. Miroku could see something wriggle underneath the fur covered skin of his hand and he shuddered violently. He felt for the miserable youkai in front of him, he truly did, but he didn’t want him to touch him. He desperately didn’t want those hands and that infested body to touch his own. He could just imagine the sharp tipped tentacles escaping to burrow into his own flesh and he wanted to scream.

He heard a rustle in the bushes behind the raccoon dog, and choked as Ronin Miroku stepped through. He felt utterly ashamed that he was actually glad to see the psychotic bastard as the ronin threw a furious look at Hachi.

“You pathetic little weasel.” Hachi squealed and leaped back from Miroku, turning towards the ronin and gurgling horribly as a quickly unsheathed katana sliced through his throat. Miroku stared blankly as the tanuki’s blood splashed across his face. Hachi…

“Fucking disgusting little shit.” Ronin groused, wiping his sword casually with a handful grass before resheathing it. “Told him he’d die screaming. Well, squealing, in this case, but close enough.” The Ronin watching disinterestedly as the tentacles from within the youkai pulsed and writhed, the tanuki’s body slowly absorbed into them as Miroku looked on in stunned, disgusted horror. When nothing remained of his friend’s double, the tentacles retreated into the small, black bubble that had been connected to Hachi’s neck and the Ronin picked it up to tuck into a small bag at his waist.

He grinned at Miroku. “Useful little thing, isn’t it? Naraku doesn’t even have to be around the demon to absorb it, just send a little piece of himself to do the job. Can’t slow it down once it starts, of course, so your damned hanyou keeping you on such a short leash fucked us over a bit. Only so much the body can take before it can’t transform anymore. Stupid, useless coward crashed before we got home.”

He tsked, walking up to Miroku to crouch down next to him. “And now look at you, covered in blood. We should get that off of you before it dries. Nothing more annoying to get off the skin than dried blood, eh?”

Miroku lost sight of him as he leaned forward to do something with the ties on his hands, and then he felt the tether slither free from the ground as the ronin picked him up. He found himself face up on the ronin’s cross-legged lap, edges of armor pressing painfully against his secured arms and legs.

“Here we are.” The ronin said softly, gripping the back of Miroku’s head to hold it still while his face leaned forward. Miroku stared a moment into indigo eyes that gleamed eerily before closing his lids to block out the sight.

“Tears, pretty? For that waste of air? Goodness, you really are a soft one.” Miroku opened his eyes to glare at the callous version of himself who rubbed a curious thumb across tear tracks. “Real tears. Event the he was going to …well, who knows what that crazy idiot was going to do. He’s been barely sane for over a fortnight now.” He brought his thumb up to his mouth and drew it in, sucking it clean before dragging it back out slowly.

“Mmmm, just a little sweet.” The ronin smiled and leaned forward, drawing his tongue over Miroku’s cheek in one slow caress. As Miroku pulled against the hand securing his hair, the ronin slid his other hand up to cup his jaw. He licked across Miroku’s cheek again, sucking slightly against his skin.

Miroku wanted to gag as the ronin carefully ran his tongue along his skin everywhere Hachi’s blood had touched. Along his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his lips around the gag; the man’s slick mouth covered his face in sure strokes. He glared at him as the ronin pulled back and licked his lips.

He chuckled. “So fierce. I almost wonder what you would say if I let you talk now.” His hand crept up from Miroku’s throat and brushed against his lower lip. “Not that your mouth would be occupied with talking if I took off the gag.” The ronin looked at him speculatively.

“I wonder how similar we actually are…”

Smiling at Miroku’s worried look, he turned him until Miroku was face down over his lap. Miroku stifled a moan at the pain from his abused stomach pressed against the hard armor plates. The ronin curled down and Miroku felt him lick carefully against the back of his neck. He paused as though expecting something. “Well, that’s a pity. That always gets me hard in seconds flat. I guess we’ll just have to find your sweet spots later, pretty.” Miroku felt the ronin’s hand slide down his back slickly, spreading a sticky substance across his skin, and he felt the urge to gag again as he realized what it was. “You’ve got blood all over you, precious.”

“I bet you even have some down here.” The ronin’s voice grew hoarse as his hand slowly caressed down over Miroku’s bottom. He paused as Miroku bucked wildly.

“You don’t like this, eh?” His hand slid towards the cleft and Miroku started yelling into his gag. When the ronin paused, his hand retreating up to Miroku’s lower back, the monk couldn’t help himself. He sagged in relief.

“You’re absolutely terrified of being raped, aren’t you, precious?” The ronin whispered. Miroku stiffened just slightly. “And I remember where that fear came from, which means it happened on your world too. It must have.” The ronin’s hand moved back down and he started to rub along the curves of Miroku’s bottom as he talked.

“Mushin shoved you into that little cupboard when the soldiers came, too, didn’t he? Do you remember watching? Hearing him scream as they took turns with him?” Ronin squeezed one of his cheeks and Miroku flinched. “Remember wondering what it must feel like, to make Mushin cry out like that? Wondering if you could stand the pain?”

The ronin’s voice fell as his hand moved up to rest on Miroku’s back. “But still, you managed it, didn’t you, pretty. Still a little virgin, after all this time. So how did you do that, hmmmm?” The ronin’s voice grew hoarse again.

“How did you manage to avoid the Daimyo’s men after he found out about his little girl? Did you realize what they were going to do and use the kazaana before they trapped your arm, precious? Were you smarter than I?” His fingers curled slightly as his nails dug into Miroku’s back. “Because I know that I can tell you what it feels like, little pretty. I can tell you what it feels like when you’re taken so many times that you don’t even have a voice left to scream with.“

The pain stopped suddenly as the ronin relaxed his hand abruptly, rubbing it over the flesh he’d just abused. He kept Miroku in the same position as he ran his hand back and forth on the small patch of skin. Miroku felt himself growing more and more tense at the soft caress. What was he doing? Why had he stopped? Minutes went by, and Miroku almost jumped when the ronin started to speak again

“That never happened to you, did it, sweetheart?” he asked slowly, “Look at you now, terrified of being touched. I would wager you’re ass is as tight as a 12 year old boy’s.” The ronin chuckled darkly. “For now, anyway. I’ll make sure I take care of that for you.”

Miroku started squirmed frantically again as the ronin’s hand started to move down his back, sliding between the swells of his bottom. He felt the ronin’s fingers touch the entrance to his body and he kicked and fought to get off the man and away from him.

“How does it feel, knowing that I’m the only one whose ever going take you here, pretty? My very own plaything.” Miroku felt strong fingers pushing the cheeks of his bottom apart as the ronin leaned sideways to look at him intimately and he flushed even as he continued trying to wriggle free. “Look at you, so pink and small and….”

Miroku struggled even more as the ronin’s voice halted. Gods, he just wanted him to let go and leave him alone!!

“You little bitch. He had you.” Harsh fingers scraped along his skin, trailing down his thighs. “You haven’t even washed his seed off yet. He took that tight virgin ass of yours.” Miroku was pushed off the ronin’s lap to land on his back with a grunt. The monk stared up at him, terrified by the dark, possessive look on the man’s face. He crouched next to Miroku and held his jaw so tightly it started to bruise.

“Did you enjoy it, pretty? Did you like having that filthy half-breed pound into you as he took what was supposed to be for me? Or did he just throw you down and ram it into until you screamed?” The ronin brought his face down until it was inches from Miroku. “Because I’m sure I can make you scream…”

Miroku struggled, writhing against his bonds as he tried to move out from underneath the ronin. “You really shouldn’t have let Inuyasha have you first.” The ronin said, his voice softening with unnatural speed. He reached up and started to stroke a hand through Miroku’s hair. “Now I’ll have to wait a few days for that little entrance of yours to tighten back up, and then we definitely need to make sure you remember who you belong to now.”

He released Miroku’s jaw to stroke his fingers down Miroku’s chest. “Mmmmm. How would you like to be branded, lovely?’ he asked quietly, scratching the sensitive skin harshly until the monk groaned in pain. “After our first time, I think. Just to remind you what your place is going to be from now on. Right on one of these soft cheeks, eh?” he reached down and behind Miroku to grab one side of his ass, smiling as it made the monk flinch.

“I can’t tell you how good it’s going to feel, plunging into your…” He paused, and Miroku heard it, faintly.

Wolves. Wolves baying.

The ronin swore and leapt up, looking around. “If that fucking useless tanuki hadn’t crashed….” Miroku saw him taking stock, listening as the wolves howled, closer, before swearing again.

“Sorry, precious, but we’ll have to take this up another day.” He said with a bitter twist to his lips. He pulled out his katana and deftly sliced off his gag. “Let’s give them something to concentrate on other than following me, hmmm? You can distract them for me, can’t you, pretty? After all, I did promise to make you scream.”

Icy pain pierced Miroku as the ronin stabbed down with his katana, the blade biting viciously into his side, and Miroku screamed.

Inuyasha leapt from branch to branch, legs and arms moving in a rhythm that hadn’t slowed in the hourse since he’d started searching. Following the faint scent of Miroku among the trees, he tried to keep his mind blank as he moved as fast as his body would allow. So much time had passed, anything could have happened to Miroku. He could have been beaten, raped, tortured….killed.

He shook his head, emptying it of thought again. He couldn’t think like that yet. Not until he found him and took him away from whatever bastard had taken him. He had to find him. The wolves howled behind him to let him know they were still following and he grimaced. He wished the idiots would stop doing that; he didn’t know who had taken Miroku, but if they knew anything about him, they would know that wolves were a definite possibility if a rescue came.

Their enemies didn’t deserve the warning.

The wolves howled again and he was letting an annoyed curse out from his mouth when Miroku’s agonized scream reached his ears.

“Miroku!!” Pushing himself faster, he headed straight towards the sound. Please let him be all right. Please let him be all right.

I’m coming, Miroku, just hold on.