Help! My world is upside down!

CHAP 4. NARAKU IS OUT OF HIS MIND

“Aren’t you leaving, Kagome?”
“No Yura, I’m staying a little bit longer.”
“Ok, just don’t work too hard. You deserve some time for yourself.”
“Thanks Yura. See you tomorrow!”
“Bye!”

It was almost seven o’clock, so she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. Then, feeling a presence near the door, she quickly glanced up, her eyes widening a fraction at realizing who stood there—blocking her only escape.

“So, Kagome, what keeps you?”
“Naraku--I had some delayed work, and I thought I’d catch up on it today.”

The man entered the room, sliding into position beside a slightly disturbed Kagome. She felt he was invading her personal space, so, thoughtlessly she shirked away from his unwelcome touch. Not seeming to get the hint Kagome was so obviously sending his way, Naraku leaned over the woman’s shoulder as if trying to read what she was writing, gently brushing against her arm in the process. The woman shivered in disgust and gulped nervously, her mouth suddenly dry, silently hoping it would be over soon, and he would leave. She prayed Sesshoumaru didn’t show up until Naraku was gone as she didn’t want to have to attempt a feasible explanation.

However, the man wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon. Instead, he brushed a few free locks of her ebony hair behind her ear, all the while, caressing her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. Kagome started, looking up at him with astonishment. Naraku planted his face right before her own, his warm breath dancing on her skin, as if intending to kiss her. By then, Kagome, regaining a fraction of her senses, stood on shaky legs and stumbled away from the chair, pushing it before him as if to stall his fluid motion towards her. It was only a matter or seconds before her back found her body prisoner of the wall; her eyes flickered, frightened, around the room, looking for any possible way out, but her fight for self preservation wore down as Naraku stood before her, trapping her between him and the wall, leaving her no means of escape. Kagome’s breathing caught in her throat, a feeling of distinct hopelessness clouding her mind.

Kagome felt cold sweat running down her back as fear permeated the fog filled haze of her mind. She could only guess at what Naraku had planned. She shrank back into the wall as Naraku’s hungry eyes longingly ravished her still-clothed form; he had desired the woman standing in front of him for far too long, even if she never seemed to notice his heated glares and his soft advances on her person. Maybe she wanted it rough, and he was willing to give her just that.

He placed his muscular arms on the wall surrounding her quivering body, closing the distance between their bodies until their chests touched. Kagome turned her head to the side, tightly screwing her eyes shut and pursing her lips forcefully, unknowingly holding her breath. Naraku brushed her neck with his lips and whispered

“So soft. Just as I imagined it would be.”

Kagome whined, feeling more than slightly nauseated at what the man before her, her boss, had just insinuated. Her chest heaved with unshed tears. His actions were making her want to vomit. Naraku grabbed her face, forcing her look at him. As his lips claimed hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, Kagome began to struggle wishing desperately for that kiss to stop, pushing his body away from her own with all the strength she possessed, she wanted to scream at the results. Naraku was far stronger and heavier than her, and therefore, her strength was nothing next to him. Her heart dropped with the added insight this provided. There was nothing she could do about this situation. This was the first instance where Kagome could remember having no say in what was happening to her. The unexpected sound of ripping clothes brought Kagome back to the present, and she instantly knew it was her clothes that were being torn. She screamed, but another demanding kiss swallowed the whole of the sound. She felt like falling down into darkness. She felt dirty and weak. She knew he would undoubtedly force himself upon her and she wouldn’t be able to prevent it. Her first time would be the worst experience ever. She then wondered why she had saved herself for so long, for the right person to arrive, when, in the end, it would come so pitiably to this. She felt so sick.

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Sesshoumaru left the room, emitting a loud sigh. It had been a tough negotiation, but he had managed to make a good deal. He was happy with the results. He got in the elevator and pushed the button of the floor where Kagome’s office was. Exiting the elevator, he made his way towards the office, noticing at once that all the lights were off, everyone had already gone home.

His sensitive hearing caught the distinct sound of someone was moaning, but his senses spiked as neared the office. Someone was in danger. He kept walking down the corridor, making sure to keep up a brisk pace, trying to catch where the noises were coming from. Suddenly, he stopped in front of an office. Apprehension hit him as he realized he was in front of Kagome’s office. He had no doubt the noises came from her office, and his senses kept telling him someone was in danger. A salty smell flooded his nose before it was assailed by another familiar scent. He could clearly tell Naraku was in there.

Without further thought, he slammed his shoulder against the door and broke it open. What he saw made him snarl and attack.

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Naraku pressed himself roughly against Kagome’s half-naked body as they both crashed to the ground, a flourish of papers following suit. He strained his heavy body atop her small, lithe form, caring not that he left bruises in his wake, only satisfied with disabling her ability to move. Kagome tried again to push him off, but he was too heavy and had the upper hand in the situation. Naraku forced his tongue inside Kagome’s moist mouth while placing his legs suggestively between her own, hiking her skirt up to her waist. He groaned when he felt her pubic region come in contact with his groin, grinding himself against it in need. Kagome released a muffled scream, panicking at the closeness of the man’s body, and the final realization of what is so close to taking place. She arched her back, trying to no avail to push him off. She thrashed around, trying anything to gain the upper hand in the situation. Her arms where held against the floor by her wrists, but somehow she managed to free one hand and successfully punched Naraku in the ear.

Naraku glared at the woman beneath him with a mixture of rage and lust and cuffed her in the temple, causing her body to go limp as he knocked her unconscious. He snarled; he preferred to have them screaming and fighting. He began to undress her, tearing open her blouse, ignoring the buttons that popped off with the strain. Instead, he focused on her generous bosom, covered modestly with a lacy bra. He ferociously yanked the bra upwards, freeing her breasts and began to kiss and bite at her tender flesh.

Kagome recovered her consciousness only to feel a weight holding her down on the floor and something wet covering one of her breasts while the other one held in a tight grip. Awareness hit her as she remembered the previous events. Beginning to struggle, tears flooded her eyes, hindering her sight as she realized Naraku was sucking on her breast while harshly grasping the other. Just when she thought everything was lost, the sound of a door cracking open startled her out of her reverie. Both, Kagome and Naraku stared in surprise at the doorway.

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Sesshoumaru felt his stomach tighten. Before him, in the middle of the room, Naraku was on top of Kagome, ravaging her while she struggled to get him off her. He had always hated the man because he despised his un-honourable ways in business; he also knew he had been a rapist in the past. He rushed to the couple on the floor; neither of them had yet reacted to his invasion of the room. Before he grabbed Naraku by the collar of his shirt to pull him off Kagome he saw through the corner of his eyes the silent thanks she was offering him.

Naraku snarled and tried to turn around to face Sesshoumaru, but the white haired man was much stronger. Without even thinking about what he was doing, he began to punch Naraku furiously, only stopping when he noticed the man wasn’t fighting back. He dropped the man in disgust, leaving a bloody pulp sliding down the wall. Sesshoumaru then looked at Kagome, she had remained in the same position he had found her and he approached her.

He knelt down by the shocked woman and looked at her trembling form. Her lips, swollen by Naraku’s hard kissing, her eyes, wet, and her cheeks still held the drying tears born of her fear. Her bra was torn apart; exposing her rounded and toned breasts, still wet from Naraku’s saliva, one of her nipples was still red from his sucking and biting on it. Sesshoumaru frowned and closed the shirt, not wishing to see her in that state. He helped her up and straightened her skirt while grabbing her purse and jacket. Wordlessly, they headed out of her office and quickly exiting the building and into his car. Kagome still had not reacted.

He told the chauffeur to drive him to his mansion and kept Kagome close to him, comforting her. His arm around her shoulders kept her close to him, her head resting on his arm and her face met the crook of his neck saw him wet with her tears. She silently cried all the way to the house. Her sweet scent flooded his nose and forced its way into his senses. He was mad at himself. He knew Naraku; he had for a long time. And he knew very well what he was capable of doing. He should have killed him when he had the opportunity.

He was willing to get home and hand the woman to his father and grandfather so they would take care of her. She was their ward not his. He was too busy for that anyway, and he didn’t care about her, he was only feeling guilty that Naraku had found another victim to molest. He vowed he wouldn’t let Naraku near her again; he would protect her against him as it was his duty for not ridding the world of Naraku when he had the chance.

Kagome’s breathing became even and that’s how Sesshoumaru knew she was asleep. He then got the cell phone and called home.

“Hey gramps. I’m about to get home… No, I haven’t talked to her yet. It’s a long story, just tell Jaken to meet me at the door. We have to talk. Something has happened.”

The young man hung up and had another look at the raven hair spread over his right shoulder. His arm was still around her shoulders. And he sighed. ‘Another woman in my life.’ Fortunately, this one was not his to protect, it was his father’s and grandfather’s business to do so.

He sighed. If he knew his father and grandfather, they wouldn’t let her out on her own. He was sure they would insist on her living in the mansion. He cursed inwardly. Apart from seeing her in the office he would also have to deal with her in the house. Fortunately, that wouldn’t happen very often. He hoped she would now realise that ascending due to her charms and loose attitude had brought her more problems than doing it by one’s own aptitudes. He just hoped she didn’t use her tactics on him. Although his fine smelling told him she hadn’t been with a male recently, probably for a long time, this fact causing him frown, he was sure she had somehow fooled his father and grandfather.

However, he felt Naraku wanted to harm the woman and that only fact made him want to protect her, no matter what he thought of the way she conducted herself.

The car arrived at the mansion and stopped in front of the main door. Sesshoumaru sighed inwardly, they had to know what had happened earlier, and he was sure it would cause a commotion. He took a look at the sleeping woman beside him; she had proved to be very problematic and he had just known her for a few hours. He pulled her arm and placed it around his shoulders making her head rest on his shoulder, taking her into his arms; he stepped out of the car and entered the house.


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