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Author’s Note: Another submission to Dokuga Contest, a great Sess/Kag writer’s collective on Live Journal.
WARNING: Threats of sexual assault
This drabble was originally posted on Live Journal Nov. 18th, 2008.
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It had begun two days ago, a highly contagious stomach virus which left its victims fighting for their lives. Those afflicted experienced heaving so intense they risked internal hemorrhaging from the violent spasms if not given the cure in time. Kaede remembered the same illness sweeping through the village when she was a child and spoke of Kikyo’s suspicions that it was actually some sort of demonic poisoning. History seemed intent on repeating itself. The herb needed for the remedy was indeed the same which Kikyo had used fifty-some years ago, and sadly it was still as difficult to cultivate now as it was then. Before Kaede had harvested what measly plants she had been able to grow in her own garden, she’d sent Kagome to harvest from the wild. Directions had been vague at best, but Kagome sped away on her bicycle confident she would find the location.
As she traveled, Kagome found it increasingly difficult to keep Kaede’s words from repeating in her head. ‘Demonic poisoning’ Kikiyo had called it. She tried to shake it from her mind, but things added up in an unsettling way. She had returned early to find Inuyasha and the rest had gone south to investigate rumors of a large shard fragment held by a very ill-tempered oni, and now she must travel northward alone to find some relatively common herbs that just happen to grow poorly in domestic gardens. Damn, she didn’t like it one bit.
Nearly an hour later, Kagome approached a large gingko tree, scarred from a lightning strike, which matched Kaede’s description exactly. Surely this was the spot, but the dense flower bed the elderly miko had remembered from her youth was now a sparse ring of yellow blooms at the base of a tree. Kagome’s heart dropped.
Without warning, a sense of foreboding washed over her, causing every hair on her body to stand on end. The forest seemed unusually quiet and Kagome knew she must work quickly. Her inner voice was screaming at her to leave, making it clear in no uncertain terms that something was coming and it was dangerous. Carelessly she dropped her bike to the ground and worked frantically to grab as many flowers as she could, pulling grass and clumps of dirt up in the process. “Please, please, please. Just a few more,” she whispered under her breath, negotiating with fate. “Just a few more then I’ll go.”
She jumped to her feet, arms laden with her precious cargo, and took two stumbling steps forward, finding one seemingly intrigued dog demon standing between herself and her means of transportation.
“Oh, Sesshoumaru-sama, I’m so relieved it’s you. You gave me quite a scare.” She giggled awkwardly and felt compelled to explain herself. “Many of the villagers are sick and I was gathering herbs for Kaede.”
He looked at her, tilted his head in curiosity, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “And for this flower you would jeopardize your life?” Without waiting for a response, he extended a long, kimono-clad arm and held out a single golden blossom to add to her harvest of herbs. He closed the distance between them slowly, deliberately, and with each step he took, Kagome forgot to breathe. Her legs began to shake and she cast her eyes downward from embarrassment, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks.
She knew he was there, his gaze upon her, but she couldn’t look. He was motionless for what seemed an eternity, then without a word he slid his hand under her chin and tilted her head back. A disturbing, unnatural smirk marred the taiyouki’s visage and suddenly he seemed deadly and unpredictable. “Does Inuyasha know of your…appetites?”
Kagome was completely speechless. Indignant, she pulled away.
“I suspect,” he chuckled, “that the great Sesshoumaru himself is unaware of your desires.” A terrible, gnarled smile spread across the imposter’s face as his eyes turned a deep blood red. She had been tricked by Naraku once more. “Seems this little revelation has brought an end to my ruse quite unexpectedly. I shall have to revise my plans now and violate you solely for the pleasure of it.” Still guised as Sesshoumaru, he seized Kagome by the throat and lifted her until her feet dangled above the ground. “Beg me to make it quick, bitch.”
Bands of intense green light striped the air around them, winding their way around Naraku’s neck, wrist and midsection. As the mimic’s body was sliced apart, it dissolved and vanished with a crackling hiss, leaving behind wood and hair. Kagome fell to the ground, choking and gasping for air, unsure if what she was seeing was real…or rather who she was seeing. Standing above her was the frowning, authentic Lord of the Western Lands.
“Listen to me closely, girl, so as not to be fooled again. This Sesshoumaru is not in the habit of gifting flowers.” He began walking away slowly when he paused and added over his shoulder, “And nor do I care what Inuyasha knows.”
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End Note: This one-shot placed 3rd in Dokuga Contest's competition "Risk" Theme. 836 words.
Author’s Note: Another submission to Dokuga Contest, a great Sess/Kag writer’s collective on Live Journal.
WARNING: Threats of sexual assault
This drabble was originally posted on Live Journal Nov. 18th, 2008.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Transparent
It had begun two days ago, a highly contagious stomach virus which left its victims fighting for their lives. Those afflicted experienced heaving so intense they risked internal hemorrhaging from the violent spasms if not given the cure in time. Kaede remembered the same illness sweeping through the village when she was a child and spoke of Kikyo’s suspicions that it was actually some sort of demonic poisoning. History seemed intent on repeating itself. The herb needed for the remedy was indeed the same which Kikyo had used fifty-some years ago, and sadly it was still as difficult to cultivate now as it was then. Before Kaede had harvested what measly plants she had been able to grow in her own garden, she’d sent Kagome to harvest from the wild. Directions had been vague at best, but Kagome sped away on her bicycle confident she would find the location.
As she traveled, Kagome found it increasingly difficult to keep Kaede’s words from repeating in her head. ‘Demonic poisoning’ Kikiyo had called it. She tried to shake it from her mind, but things added up in an unsettling way. She had returned early to find Inuyasha and the rest had gone south to investigate rumors of a large shard fragment held by a very ill-tempered oni, and now she must travel northward alone to find some relatively common herbs that just happen to grow poorly in domestic gardens. Damn, she didn’t like it one bit.
Nearly an hour later, Kagome approached a large gingko tree, scarred from a lightning strike, which matched Kaede’s description exactly. Surely this was the spot, but the dense flower bed the elderly miko had remembered from her youth was now a sparse ring of yellow blooms at the base of a tree. Kagome’s heart dropped.
Without warning, a sense of foreboding washed over her, causing every hair on her body to stand on end. The forest seemed unusually quiet and Kagome knew she must work quickly. Her inner voice was screaming at her to leave, making it clear in no uncertain terms that something was coming and it was dangerous. Carelessly she dropped her bike to the ground and worked frantically to grab as many flowers as she could, pulling grass and clumps of dirt up in the process. “Please, please, please. Just a few more,” she whispered under her breath, negotiating with fate. “Just a few more then I’ll go.”
She jumped to her feet, arms laden with her precious cargo, and took two stumbling steps forward, finding one seemingly intrigued dog demon standing between herself and her means of transportation.
“Oh, Sesshoumaru-sama, I’m so relieved it’s you. You gave me quite a scare.” She giggled awkwardly and felt compelled to explain herself. “Many of the villagers are sick and I was gathering herbs for Kaede.”
He looked at her, tilted his head in curiosity, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “And for this flower you would jeopardize your life?” Without waiting for a response, he extended a long, kimono-clad arm and held out a single golden blossom to add to her harvest of herbs. He closed the distance between them slowly, deliberately, and with each step he took, Kagome forgot to breathe. Her legs began to shake and she cast her eyes downward from embarrassment, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks.
She knew he was there, his gaze upon her, but she couldn’t look. He was motionless for what seemed an eternity, then without a word he slid his hand under her chin and tilted her head back. A disturbing, unnatural smirk marred the taiyouki’s visage and suddenly he seemed deadly and unpredictable. “Does Inuyasha know of your…appetites?”
Kagome was completely speechless. Indignant, she pulled away.
“I suspect,” he chuckled, “that the great Sesshoumaru himself is unaware of your desires.” A terrible, gnarled smile spread across the imposter’s face as his eyes turned a deep blood red. She had been tricked by Naraku once more. “Seems this little revelation has brought an end to my ruse quite unexpectedly. I shall have to revise my plans now and violate you solely for the pleasure of it.” Still guised as Sesshoumaru, he seized Kagome by the throat and lifted her until her feet dangled above the ground. “Beg me to make it quick, bitch.”
Bands of intense green light striped the air around them, winding their way around Naraku’s neck, wrist and midsection. As the mimic’s body was sliced apart, it dissolved and vanished with a crackling hiss, leaving behind wood and hair. Kagome fell to the ground, choking and gasping for air, unsure if what she was seeing was real…or rather who she was seeing. Standing above her was the frowning, authentic Lord of the Western Lands.
“Listen to me closely, girl, so as not to be fooled again. This Sesshoumaru is not in the habit of gifting flowers.” He began walking away slowly when he paused and added over his shoulder, “And nor do I care what Inuyasha knows.”
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End Note: This one-shot placed 3rd in Dokuga Contest's competition "Risk" Theme. 836 words.
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