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Chapter 2 - Capture
Disclaimer - I do not own Inu Yasha, no matter how much I wish it. This story is created purely for pleasure.
Authors Note – Hi everyone thanks for continuing to read my story! Still not 100% sure where I’m going with it yet but there will defiantly be some Sesshomaru soon. This chapter is somewhat lemony so if you’re offended by those things stop reading now! Please continue to review it helps inspire me!
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Chapter 2
They approached her from all sides. “Ssstime for the ssspoilsss of warsss,” one hissed. Backing up she tried to escape but screamed as a coarse hand reached her leg and slid its way up her thigh. Dragged to the ground and pinned she struggled and kicked, beating on the closest snake beast with her good arm. Irritated with her struggles the youkai, with one hand still roaming her exposed flesh, captured the offending appendage above her head. Running his free hand up her side he gripped her charcoal colored hair, and held her head as he ran his fangs down the side of her neck. Continuing his lust filled roaming of her curves he tore her now ragged skirt from her body, exposing her to all eyes. Feeling vulnerable and fighting the tears that threatened to come, she fought on.
A rough tongue drew a heated path across the taut skin of her stomach. She felt a power growing within her, and fought to release the demons grip on her hand. Lifting her head, her chocolate eyes shining with hatred, she sank her teeth into the arm that restrained hers. The beast grunted in pain and released her limb; swiftly she was backhanded across the face. Her head swam as she raised her hand and felt power gathering at her fingertips. Seconds passed feeling like hours as she felt the power course through her in one mighty burst.
The demon let forth a nearly soundless cry as the bright purple light of her purification powers blazed from her hand and surged through its body, erasing him from the plains of existence. The last of her strength now expended, Kagome collapsed into welcome unawareness.
Kagome returned to consciousness slowly. Hands on the ground she felt the light scratchy tickle of something beneath her. Clenching her fist she pulled some of the substance toward her face, and opened her eyes. She held a handful of what appeared to be straw, not new straw mind you, since her nose detected the sweet stench of rotting hay. The pain in her left arm had lessened considerably than how she last remembered it and when she looked her broken arm it had now been bound in a sling. Her leg still carried the deep gash from her fall and didn’t appear as if it had been cared for. Propping herself up on an elbow she took in her surroundings. A faint light filled the room, if it could be called a room at all, from the small window of bars high on the wall. Looking as though it had been carved into the hard rock of a cliff face, the room’s walls were rough and jagged, while the floor smooth and worn. The smell of dust and rot and lingering of dirty sweating bodies assaulted her senses.
The quiet jingle of chains brought her attention to the opposite side of the cell. Barely distinguishable in the faint light, she saw what appeared to be another person. Chains connected to the wall above them held the prisoner’s hands. The length of chain was long enough to be loose when standing but short enough to be tight in the now sitting position of the captive. The figure wore no shirt and tattered pants, which at one time were probably white. From the rippling chest muscles and visible abs, the person was very decidedly male. What caught her attention most however was the powder silver of his hair. ‘Where have I seen that before,” she wondered. Crawling to her knees she crept toward the entity that now remained completely motionless. As she drew closer a memory fluttered in the back of her mind, not quite substantial enough to hold on to yet she fought to bring it forth. As she neared the figure with angelic hair, a low rumble of a growl became audible. She froze as the memory, so fleeting, rushed to light.
“Sesshomaru?”
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Sorry about the short chapter guys, I wanted to get this all out so I can start working on what happens once they are together. ^_^
Authors Note – Hi everyone thanks for continuing to read my story! Still not 100% sure where I’m going with it yet but there will defiantly be some Sesshomaru soon. This chapter is somewhat lemony so if you’re offended by those things stop reading now! Please continue to review it helps inspire me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
They approached her from all sides. “Ssstime for the ssspoilsss of warsss,” one hissed. Backing up she tried to escape but screamed as a coarse hand reached her leg and slid its way up her thigh. Dragged to the ground and pinned she struggled and kicked, beating on the closest snake beast with her good arm. Irritated with her struggles the youkai, with one hand still roaming her exposed flesh, captured the offending appendage above her head. Running his free hand up her side he gripped her charcoal colored hair, and held her head as he ran his fangs down the side of her neck. Continuing his lust filled roaming of her curves he tore her now ragged skirt from her body, exposing her to all eyes. Feeling vulnerable and fighting the tears that threatened to come, she fought on.
A rough tongue drew a heated path across the taut skin of her stomach. She felt a power growing within her, and fought to release the demons grip on her hand. Lifting her head, her chocolate eyes shining with hatred, she sank her teeth into the arm that restrained hers. The beast grunted in pain and released her limb; swiftly she was backhanded across the face. Her head swam as she raised her hand and felt power gathering at her fingertips. Seconds passed feeling like hours as she felt the power course through her in one mighty burst.
The demon let forth a nearly soundless cry as the bright purple light of her purification powers blazed from her hand and surged through its body, erasing him from the plains of existence. The last of her strength now expended, Kagome collapsed into welcome unawareness.
Kagome returned to consciousness slowly. Hands on the ground she felt the light scratchy tickle of something beneath her. Clenching her fist she pulled some of the substance toward her face, and opened her eyes. She held a handful of what appeared to be straw, not new straw mind you, since her nose detected the sweet stench of rotting hay. The pain in her left arm had lessened considerably than how she last remembered it and when she looked her broken arm it had now been bound in a sling. Her leg still carried the deep gash from her fall and didn’t appear as if it had been cared for. Propping herself up on an elbow she took in her surroundings. A faint light filled the room, if it could be called a room at all, from the small window of bars high on the wall. Looking as though it had been carved into the hard rock of a cliff face, the room’s walls were rough and jagged, while the floor smooth and worn. The smell of dust and rot and lingering of dirty sweating bodies assaulted her senses.
The quiet jingle of chains brought her attention to the opposite side of the cell. Barely distinguishable in the faint light, she saw what appeared to be another person. Chains connected to the wall above them held the prisoner’s hands. The length of chain was long enough to be loose when standing but short enough to be tight in the now sitting position of the captive. The figure wore no shirt and tattered pants, which at one time were probably white. From the rippling chest muscles and visible abs, the person was very decidedly male. What caught her attention most however was the powder silver of his hair. ‘Where have I seen that before,” she wondered. Crawling to her knees she crept toward the entity that now remained completely motionless. As she drew closer a memory fluttered in the back of her mind, not quite substantial enough to hold on to yet she fought to bring it forth. As she neared the figure with angelic hair, a low rumble of a growl became audible. She froze as the memory, so fleeting, rushed to light.
“Sesshomaru?”
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Sorry about the short chapter guys, I wanted to get this all out so I can start working on what happens once they are together. ^_^