I'm Not Well, But I'm Better

Rin was on a ship, she was swaying with the waves. Weird – she couldn’t hear the ocean but she could hear traffic, coming from somewhere. Maybe she needed to open her eyes.

She was hanging over someone’s back as they climbed a dark staircase. A dark metal staircase that had her and her unknown transportation very high of a dirty concrete ground came swimming up into her vision.

Dizzying in height, actually.

The world began to tilt, to sway and then Rin noticed it was also cold and wet as rain hit her somewhat numb face. She tried to reach up and wipe her damp hair out of her face but couldn’t quite make her hand do what she wanted. She was well and truly tanked.

So, she did the next best thing; she wiped her itching nose on the thick, wet hair next to her face.

“Don’t do that again or you’re going to learn to fly, woman.” growled an oily voice from somewhere.

Rin knew that voice… didn’t she? Something about it made her stomach clench in a soggy, rancid way and suddenly she knew she was going to be very, very sick.

“I’m going to be sick… please put me down, whoever you are.”, Rin moaned and immediately found herself righted and shoved hard inside the building whose stairs she’d been transported up like a sack of drunken potatoes.

“Oh no, I think not. Pinch your nose shut and take a deep breath. Do it.”, the dark voice commanded and strode quickly away from her. Rin steadied herself on the wall with on hand, doing as she was told, trying to keep down her insides. Usually she had a mammoth tolerance for the creature but that scotch seemed to have gotten right on top of her! The dark interior was very warm and close; her vision was watery and amorphous shapes that could have been furniture, could have been monsters oozed and writhed in her grossly altered consciousness.

The dark being returned with a small leather case, opened a lid and after a moment’s dexterity had put together some sort of strange object. It was familiar somehow but Rin’s foggy mind couldn’t quite place it; what was it? Pointy…

“Come here to me.”, rasped the tall man who had perched herself on the edge of what appeared to be a couch. Maybe – it could be a couch if it would just quit moving around!

Rin knew this person somehow too… maybe. The waist-length black hair was beginning to get frizzy in the interior heat. Her mind avoided the face, the man’s eyes for some uncomfortable reason. He was dressed in very plain black; she couldn’t keep looking because his form seemed to be writhing, changing before her sodden eyes. The long black coat he had pushed up slightly but then thought better of it and pushed the sleeve back down. Rin wobbled over as she was told and sat down with modest success, still holding her nose and breathing.

Naraku looked hard at the woman swaying slightly on his couch. She appeared sufficiently intoxicated to not worry about her clinical skills of observation – for the time being. Pushing his dark glasses up into his hair, the physician felt in his pocket for a suitable object… ah, there it was. Perfect. Grabbing Rin’s arm at the wrist, he pulled it out straight, hard enough to pull Rin forward with a surprised gurgle. Quickly, he pinned her forearm with his knee, wrapped the leather cellular lanyard around her bicep and shot her up with the hypodermic before she could even think to flinch. Luckily, she was so shocked, Naraku managed to get the needle out of her arm before she backhanded him.

“Bastard! What did you just fucking do to me?!” Rin screamed and roared up off the couch, furious.

Her eyes rolled neatly back up into her pretty skull and she feel into a snoring heap on the floor before her assailant. He smiled at the fact that this Rin had a very strong arm. He tasted blood in his mouth and smiled wider.

Rin’s last thought before her injection was this: it was dark as a tomb except for the neighboring bar’s flashing neon, then why were this man’s pupils pinpoints in a sea of dark red? It didn’t make any sense… it didn’t make any sense…

Then the pain and then the darkness came for her and she went.

~*~

Rin woke for the second time to the sound of distant traffic. This time the world was no long swinging like some crazy hammock. That was good, she thought stupidly and stretched.

Blinking in the dark, she wiped her drooling mouth with a cool hand. Had she fallen asleep without the blankets again? It was cool and damp and dark in her bedroom wasn’t it? Rin looked around on the ceiling at the colorful flashes upon the stained plaster. Seemed like her ceilings were awful high too, weird.

Her right nipple itched, so Rin reached up absentmindedly to scratch. The inside of her elbow stung as she bent her arm and suddenly the evenings event’s came flooding back to her in a doomed rush. Turning her head she came face to face with one Naraku Onigumo, himself lying close enough to her turned face that she could see the bruise colored tint to his eyelids. Her eyes got bigger the further they traveled down her companion’s body, naked as her own and returned quickly to his hard red eyes staring her down.

“Oh my god…” Rin muttered in sobering shock. She blinked a couple of times just to be absolutely positive. Naraku was still there, his long naked body was still sharing the same bed has her small one. Smiling with a mouth full of sharp teeth, the physician quickly turned her hard back onto the mattress when Rin turned to bolt up out of bed. He straddled her waist and bore her hard into the bed, easily catching her arms across her chest so she couldn’t do any hysterical damage to his somewhat vulnerable person.

“What in the hell are you doing, Onigumo, you fucking maniac! Get off of me – right now!” Rin screamed in his grinning face, spraying him with spit.

Leaning forward, Naraku’s hair fell over her like a cage, a creepy twining cage as he whispered in her ear, “You won the prize, didn’t you? Time to collect, bitch.”

“You had my goddamn phone! This whole time, didn’t you! You are such a pigfucker, Onigumo! I can’t believe this!” Rin raged and twisted her arms in his vice-hard grip, trying to get loose to inflict as much pain as possible.

“Oh I’m a pigfucker all right. I see you haven’t aspirated, how nice. The promethazine did its job nicely. You can thank me later when you’re screaming.” Naraku leered with a nasty laugh and got off of Rin’s waist, tossing her arms out of his pale hands.

Rin turned over to sucker-punch her nemesis and found herself twisted painfully around by a fist in her hair. Naraku had dodged her neatly and kneeling upon the mattress, was stretching her back over his body into a position of absolute submission. She swung once back over her shoulder, aiming for his face and was shaken hard with searing intensity, the pain a white-hot fire behind her eyes in an instant.

“If you raise your hand to me again, I’m going to make your prize that much more… fun… and you know very well what kind of things I find fun, Taisho.”, Naraku whispered hard in her ear, his lips touching the reddened tissue, making her shiver uncontrollably.

“Think to yourself: Do you really want to anger someone with a very through knowledge of human anatomy and an intimate relationship with pain?” the physician in her ear asked quietly with acidic threat.

“No, I imagine that would not be in my best interest, would it, Doctor?” Rin matched his falsely nice tone, toe to toe. “But if you don’t find it in that great big heart of yours to let me down, I’m going to piss all over you. How about it? Do you have knowledge of that?”

She hated the twitch of slow pleasure that sparked up like a struck match in her belly, when she felt Naraku lower his head and kiss her throat. “Mmmm… later.” he murmured in her taunt neck and threw her away from him.

“Ugh! You’re fucking sick!” Rin swore with a grimace.

“You have no idea.” the doctor countered with surprising loathing in his voice.

Luckily, Rin caught herself on her feet and made a beeline for the nearest door, assuming it was most likely a bathroom. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure the beast wasn’t following her, Rin was nearly dazed at the sight of Naraku, kneeling, naked, upon the rumpled bed, his weird eyes devouring her in a million hungry ways. Kagome was right; he was incredibly delicious in an evil and forbidden way. But something else caught her eyes as she disappeared into the chill of the sparse bathroom. Her shivering now had little to do with the temperature.

Rin had seen the needle tracks down Naraku’s left inner arm.
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