Seal of the Silver Flower

Chapter 3


Inuyasha, caught beneath his weight, cried out in pain as his claws grazed along the fresh wounds of her back. Shivering in her position, she desperatly struggled for freedom. A hand closing over her shoulder held her in place. Sub-consciously flattening her ears when the youkai growled at her. Her claws tightened into her arms to silence whimpers of distress. She dared not move. The golden gleam of her eyes glittering as a stray tear leaked into the fur bedding. Sesshomaru sniffed at her hair before pulling back and shaking his head.

The dizziness of having his sanity snapped back into place, drew his eyes to look at the hanyou that lay naked and still on his bedding. She looked at him, her entire being trembling in fear. Her body marked with a his seal. Sesshomaru cursed. His yokai laughing madly in the back of his head as he moved forward.

'What have I done?' For a moment the inner demon fought to regain control, yet Sesshomaru quickly threw his own control over it and strangled the dark presence with his iron will, the inner battle taking prescedence. Inuyasha struggled to remain awake, yet the hours without food or water, the constant barrage of rapes and beatings, the loss of blood, took it's toll. Unable to break free of sleeps hold, Inuyasha dipped into unconsciousness, leaving Sesshomaru to fight with something inside that took over when the rise of heat went unrelieved.

His internal clock warned that only a day had passed since he first met the hanyou female and his honor was at stake. Running his eyes back over her, Sesshomaru reached a quick concluscion. Removing his weight from the female, he drew a free hand through the wealth of his tangled hair. 'Why did I loose my control? When did it become to much for my yokai to tolerate a mere heat? Since when does a Tai-Youkai become reduced enough to rape a female, a weaker hanyou female? She even bears my mark, yet I know not her name. Who is she, this patheric creature of royal Inu Tay-Youkai blood? Mother came from a nearly extinct family of royalty. The Black Inu were ancient, their bloodlines dying. Where did this female come from? There are not so many Inu packs that she would be unknown, not unless... Was she raised by humans?!' Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes on the female, as her call of heat rose even higher in the air about them. Holding in his growls of confusion and distorted thoughts, the tai-youkai male leaned closer to the bitch. In so much, she belonged to him. The sting of his own neck wound marked him in an unkown level, something that he would deal with at a later date.

She lay curled on her side, breathing deeply as her wounds healed at a frantic pace. Her stomach clinging to her spine as she tried not to let the Tai-Youkai male know she had awakened. The muscles between her legs ached and the dry mess of the evidence of his desire repulsed her. The scents were tangled from the previous nights actions. Her body tensed when she felt the youkai prince rise from his place next to her. Regardless of her half-breed state, she was of royal blood and if his yokai had done what he was concluding to be fact there was going to be hell to pay. Pushing himself up, he stared down at the shivering mass of silver and cream next to him. Her golden eyes sealed shut as she frantically struggled with tears.

Swallowing around the tightness in his throat, Sesshomaru gently placed a clawed hand onto her shoulder. The female instantly stiffened as he pulled her onto her back. When she turned her head to the side, Sesshomaru ran his fingers along her jaw line. Bringing her gaze back to his own. Growling low in his throat, he settled his lips over her own. Inuyasha stiffened as he lapped at her mouth with his tongue and slipped his way inside when she gasped in surprise. Compared to his earlier brutality, he was amazingly slow about this kiss. He pulled back when she sank her claws into his shoulder.

"What are you called?" he abruptly asked. Inuyasha turned her head to the side and whispered a response.

"Does it matter?" her tone was completely dead. "Take what you wanted and kill me." Sesshomaru released an enraged growl and slipped his hand between her thighs. Fingers stroking over the sensitive flesh of her lower body before slipping past the curls and into the guarded entrance. Inuyasha choked on a breath as he began to thrust them slowly in and out. Her hand shot down to catch his wrist as a sob came to her throat.

"No." she whispered, voice cracking on the word.

"Yes." he said as he nipped her jaw line and moved along to her breasts. His lips locked over a soft peak, torturing the nipple with licks, finally pulling free when the flesh firmed. He then licked his way down her abdomen. Stopping at her navel, he paid particular attention to the indention of flesh. His thumb circled around her clitoris as the heat rushed back into life. Sesshomaru smirked when her hips began to move beneath his onslaught. A low, whimpered plea reached his ears as the female tightened her legs around his hand. "Tell me your name." he said once more. His fingers began to set a new rhythm as she tossed her head to the side and back. "Your name." he demanded.

Inuyasha bucked against him as he forced her legs open, moisture gathering in between them. He drew himself up and angled his head to settle just above her opening. His tongue flicked out once more to work over her most sensitive spot. Moaning, she shook her head once more. "No." she growled as she tightened her legs around his head. Sesshomaru bit back his growl of impatience and slipped up her body. His manhood had stiffened from the attention he had given her body. Parting her folds with his fingers, he set the head into her opening. Inuyasha stiffened at that moment. "Don't..." she whimpered as he slipped easily into her body. He remained perfectly still as she tried to free herself of his weight.

"Tell me your name, hanyou." he whispered into her soft ears. The peaked ears had drawn back as he pulled his hips up and then pushed gently forward again. His thumb still working circles over her as she choked on another sob. Pleasure shot up her spine.

"Inuyasha." she bit out. "My name is Inuyasha."

"Hmmm." he acknowledged and sank his head into the soft silk of her shoulder. Pulling her body higher against his, he began to make several shallow thrusts followed by a single deep one. Sesshomaru nuzzled her neck before he began to rain kisses over it. Opening his mouth, he grazed his fangs over her.

Shivers ran down her arms as pants began to spill forth. Inuyasha gasped in shock as her yokai suddenly flared into life. Her eyes flickering crimson and gold before she could haul back control. Sinking her claws into Sesshomaru's back, she raked down the pale flesh and moaned at the scent of spilled blood. Sesshomaru growled at the attack and pulled out. Grabbing the female by her hair, he tossed her over onto her belly and sank himself back inside her passage before she registered his actions. All tenderness he had been willing to show vanished as she bucked violently beneath him.

He felt his eyes bleed over and the world became red once more. Inuyasha jerked from the new intrusion on her person, growling as he shoved her head into the furs, thrusting her head into near suffacation depths to reach the pinnacle of pleasure just outside his reach. Sesshomaru growled back, sinking his fangs into her neck and pinning her in place as he continued his attack.

By dawn of the next day, Inuyasha was on her feet and sitting as far from the icy male as she could. She kept her eyes averted to the storm outside and slipped a hand through her silver hair. Her entire body had cooled considerably since the previous night. A furious blush would appear whenever her gaze would happen to meet his. Sesshomaru stared icily at the young female as he contemplated his choices. There was little possibility of her becoming pregnant since her yokai seemed so much weaker than his own. The genetic laws of their kind would prevent that. But the fire inside of her seemed to have come back to life. Which had been his goal. Her yokai had completely erased the rape from her mind apparently.

The severe blushes on her cheeks told him as much as that. Every now and then, she would adjust her position and hiss as the pain between her legs came back to life. Inu Youkai were hardly tender lovers. Especially when one was a virgin and the other had spent most, if not nearly the entire season alone. When involving the Inu royal family, the mating season became even more severe.

Yet all their rules shouted against him claiming a female on her first heat. Sesshomaru growled as he thought about that. He and his yokai wanted this female. Standing up, he made his way over to the nearly nude female. She only wore her kimono top since her hakama tended to rub against her in the wrong manner.

Inuyasha shot him a surprised look when he reached down and yanked her to her feet. He silently backed her up into a wall and spread her thighs apart. His yokai snarled at him as he slipped a finger into her center, thrusting the digit lightly into her. A low whimper of need met his intrusion as he freed himself from his hakama and thrust up into her.

Sesshomaru kept his mask of indifference in place as he quickened his pace to one she was barely able to keep up with. "Inuyasha." he growled before he came. Summoning his poison to his claws, he allowed the fumes to slip into her breathing space where he held her as she was forced to breathe in the vapors.

Hardly lethal in the gaseous form, but it did accomplish his goal. The female immediately blacked out. Sesshomaru pulled free of her body and caught her as she fell. Adjusting his clothing back into place, he carried her to the fur bedding and covered her with several thicker furs. Sesshomaru quickly gathered all the needed supplies, left a stack of firewood, a month's supply of food, and the bulk of the furs behind. Casting his eyes at the female one last time, he vanished into the storm, the fur over his shoulder sweeping behind him to tangle with the icy winds.


Inuyasha awoke several hours later to a chill in the cave. Sitting up she rubbed her arms and looked around. Pitch black met her assessment followed by the absent scent of the male tai-youkai. Silver locks of hair fell down around her face as she pulled herself out of the bed. Finding the still warm coals of the fire, she set it to roaring a fresh wave of heat. Sniffing at her skin, Inuyasha found his scent mixed with her own.

Fighting back her human side, she made for the hot spring. Stripping off her kimono top she stepped into the boiling waters and scrubbed away the scents as best she could. Fresh tears tracked down her cheeks as she felt her heart begin to splinter even more. The snows outside would have her pinned for a week at the least. Keeping herself busy was going to prove difficult.

Her golden eyes flickered with blank thoughts as the water soothed the aching tension of her shoulders. During the hours she had sleapt, night had taken possession of the sky. Only the softly falling flakes of snow remained of the violent storm. Getting to her feet, Inuyasha pushed herself out of the hotsprings and picked her hakama. The robe of the fire rat was placed over that. Looking down at the shredded remains of her linen shirt, she picked up the material and carried it to the flickering fire.

Tossing the cloth onto the flames, she watched it catch. The scent of the burning shirt caused her to flinch back. A grumbling in her belly caused her to sniff out the food supplies. Going through the dried meats, vegtables, fish, and fruit. Inuyasha made a quick meal of it. Barrels of freash water satisfied her thirst. Making her way back to the furs, she sank under the furs and drifted into a numb slumber.

Dreams spiralled through her. Curling into a fetal position, Inuyasha shivered in the night cold as her mind reminded her of the worth of a half-breed. Self-loathing stung her soul as she struggled with her nightmares. Sleep was her only respite from the waking void she was becoming. For only a moment, when that youkai prince had held her, there was worth in her being. She would have called it joy. But now, with him gone... All she had left was a memory and those always faded. Tears once again trailed down her cheeks as she let loose timid whimpers of disgust.

four months later:

Inuyasha flexed her claws into the web of the net cast over her head. The white of her hair shimmered under the high afternoon sun as a group of men leered at her. She narrowed her golden eyes as they moved as a unit towards her. One of them removed a length of chain from a bag. From it dangled a leather collar and two shorter bands of chain which ended in metal cuffs.

Inuyasha drew in a sharp breath as the cords of the net were cut nearest her head. The sheer weight of the net held her down even as she struggled to lift herself free of it's confines. A low growl and a flash of her fangs failed to drive them off. A man in dark robes produced a sutra and began to pray. A flash of power surrounded the paper ward before flaring in her direction.

Darkness struck her mind as her entire body succumbed to the weakness enforced on her. Inuyasha dropped to the ground as the men snapped the collar in place around her throat followed by chaining her hands. After she was restrained in full they carried her to a cart where she would be transported to their lord's fortress.


Sesshomaru slammed a frustrated fist on top of his father's desk. Every scroll, every scrap of paper, every law he had searched through was solid. No loop hole existed for his means. He wanted the hanyou. He wanted Inuyasha.

His scowl was so focused on the objects of his hatred that he never saw his father and mother enter the room. The crimson glow over his golden eyes marked him in a dangerous mood. His mother opened her mouth to comment when a feral growl escaped his lips.

The woman winced, and turned to her husband. "InuTaisho? Love, can you...?" she gestured to her son and the room at large.

"Sesshomaru, calm yourself. Explain to me what has happened." his father advised.

"Inuyasha." he said the name in a dark caress of the word.

"Inuyasha? Who are they?" Izayoi asked. Her violet gaze warmed at the thought her son might have finally found a mate.

"A female. It was her first season. My yokai got the better of me and took her." Sesshomaru turned his raised his dispassionate eyes to his father's. "I was searching for answers."

InuTaisho caught his breath. "You raped her?" he asked. Even before his son answered, he knew it was the truth. Izayoi gasped. Her dark eyes glittered with suppressed rage. Yet, she did not raise her hand to strike. She merely balled her fist.

"How long ago?" she growled.

"The end of the last season."

"That was nearly four month's ago. Sesshomaru?!" she barked. "If you were not my son..." Ruby fire flared across her vision. "InuTaisho, Sesshomaru, we go to look for her. Describe her son. What does she look like?"

"Silver hair. Golden eyes. Dog ears. She is slightly smaller than you." His answers were as cool as normal, but a possessive tone held over them. Reluctant to give more than needed. InuTaisho looked from his son to his mother and winced.

"Perhaps we should deal with this later and find the girl? Before something else unpleasant unfolds." he advised. His mate growled in response and left to get her own gear together. Sesshomaru tightened his claws into fists and ignored the blood that dripped from the freash wounds.

"You and I will discuss this later, Sesshomaru." The elder lord promised. "Is there anything else we should know? Is she..."

"Inu Hanyou of royal blood and common upbringing." he interrupted.

"Royal?" InuTaisho's gaze darkened. "I know your dislike of hanyou, son. But this goes beyond what is acceptable." He turned with a spiral of his fur cloak and left his heir with his own dark thoughts.