Watch over me
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Sesshōmaru/Kagome
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,445
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Watch over me
Okay this is my first real story so be gentle
Chapter one
He watched her as she pushed her food around her plate not eating, never eating and he wanted to push it down her throat. 'She must think that I don't notice’ he thought to himself’ I really don't want to but I'll force feed her if the need be'
When she had first arrived freezing and close to death he had held her and protected her as best he could. But there was just so much he could do. After she had recovered physically she had refused to eat begging him to let her die in peace. He hadn’t. Her instead he had held her down as a servant had forced the life giving food down her throat.
He didn't regret it. Truth be told he was glad she lived. She offered good companionship and conversation when she wasn't thinking about THEM. The lucky ones.
At night he would hear her screaming, moaning, crying. Always when she thought he wasn't there. It hurt him beyond belief that he couldn't calm her ease her pain somehow.
Sometimes he wished it had been him. He that was tortured, he that had watched them die, he that had those twisted nightmares. But it wasn’t and he had to ease the girl somehow.
At fist he tried to slip sleeping potion into her food but she had stopped eating. He had tried to put some in her wine but she had noticed the bitter taste and asked him not to. She had said that she just wanted to be left in peace with her nightmares and guilt. She had said that she had deserved it for not protecting them; For being so weak.
He knew she wasn’t. He told her she wasn’t but that hadn’t stopped the screams that emitted from her room at all hours of the night.
She didn’t look at him on the mornings after particular clear ones. And he knew. She would probably hate him for invading her mind but how could he not?
He had needed to see what had plagued her. What had turned the strongest woman he had ever known into a scared child?
Nothing had ever prepared him for the cruelty, the devastation, the sadism of the acts she had seen.
So horrible was it that he was shocked that she had survived at all.
Sorry for it being so short but I'll update a lot to ease the pain.
Chapter one
He watched her as she pushed her food around her plate not eating, never eating and he wanted to push it down her throat. 'She must think that I don't notice’ he thought to himself’ I really don't want to but I'll force feed her if the need be'
When she had first arrived freezing and close to death he had held her and protected her as best he could. But there was just so much he could do. After she had recovered physically she had refused to eat begging him to let her die in peace. He hadn’t. Her instead he had held her down as a servant had forced the life giving food down her throat.
He didn't regret it. Truth be told he was glad she lived. She offered good companionship and conversation when she wasn't thinking about THEM. The lucky ones.
At night he would hear her screaming, moaning, crying. Always when she thought he wasn't there. It hurt him beyond belief that he couldn't calm her ease her pain somehow.
Sometimes he wished it had been him. He that was tortured, he that had watched them die, he that had those twisted nightmares. But it wasn’t and he had to ease the girl somehow.
At fist he tried to slip sleeping potion into her food but she had stopped eating. He had tried to put some in her wine but she had noticed the bitter taste and asked him not to. She had said that she just wanted to be left in peace with her nightmares and guilt. She had said that she had deserved it for not protecting them; For being so weak.
He knew she wasn’t. He told her she wasn’t but that hadn’t stopped the screams that emitted from her room at all hours of the night.
She didn’t look at him on the mornings after particular clear ones. And he knew. She would probably hate him for invading her mind but how could he not?
He had needed to see what had plagued her. What had turned the strongest woman he had ever known into a scared child?
Nothing had ever prepared him for the cruelty, the devastation, the sadism of the acts she had seen.
So horrible was it that he was shocked that she had survived at all.
Sorry for it being so short but I'll update a lot to ease the pain.