The Love Spell: A Sesshomaru x Kagome Fanfiction

Chapter 9: Through the Well

"You worthless bitch!" Naraku howled as he cracked a demonic tentacle against Kagura's bloodied back. The stone walls of her personal torture chamber had echoed with her agonized screams in the beginning but now they could barely catch the whispered whimpers that fell from Kagura's ruby lips— the pitiful sound a plea for death more than anything else.

The vile hanyou had been beating the wind youkai for hours in the confines of his hideaway. His own distorted flesh tearing into the flesh of his own incarnation, repeatedly. Naraku was beyond livid. He had sent the wench to do one thing. One tiny, infinitesimal task that a child should have been able to accomplish. Abduct a miko, how hard was that? Now, instead of a miko, he had a silent and mutinous wind witch who refused to answer any of his questions!

"Answer me, Wench. How did the miko escape you?" Rage filled the hanyou's sore muscles as he lashed out again and again at the thin body he had bound before him. Her arms that were chained to opposite walls were not spared his wrath and had been whipped to the bone, literally, and her gaping wounds allowed blood to pool around Kagura's naked form. Her bloodied essence only rivaled by the glowing crimson eyes of her 'master' as they glowered at her nearly lifeless shell of a body.

Yet, Kagura remained silent. Red eyes closed in resignation to her fate as her conviction settled deep within her soul. From this day onward, she would not be used. Kagura decided the moment Sesshomaru left her in the cave that it had been the last time she would willing allow herself to be used as a disposable tool for the sake of her detestable creator. Naraku still had her heart, but Sesshomaru, her only hope and secret desire, had already denied her so what was the point? What was the point in a life without love? There was no will to live in the hollow hearted demoness anymore, so for her last act of defiance Kagura remained silent about her encounter with the Western Lord and his miko.

A shriek of utter fury filled the cold palace halls as Naraku pushed back thick, wavy locks of ink black hair out of his face in frustration, paying no heed to how his entire form was splattered with the onna's blood and such an action only caused the vicious life liquid to be smeared on his face like a madman before the damp bangs feel back in his face. The hanyou's tentacles slowly retreated from Kagura's battered body as he took in deep, calming breaths. It was not like him to lose control of his anger, no, he preferred to taunt and tease rather than yell and shout, but the onna's actions were so beyond Naraku's ability to comprehend that his anger spilled forth in waves. Why wouldn't she talk? The only thing the bitch had ever wanted was her damn heart, which Naraku still held in his hands, so what could be so powerful to make Kagura give everything up? She had to know that defying him now would not be forgiven like her past transgressions, so what could it be?

Naraku's train of thought was derailed as a knock reverberated against the thick metal door. "Enter." The emotionless voice was almost part of the darkness as it seeped along the shadows, but the visitor still heard and obeyed. Light slithered in as the heavy metal opened but it brought no warmth into the freezing room.

"Hmm, little sister seems to have misbehaved again?" Byakuya's painted lips split in an amused smirk. Neither the wind sorceress or Naraku deigned to answer him but that did not put a damper on the dream demon's mood. He had good news to share with his lord and he was sure to be praised for doing so. The effeminate male hummed as he sauntered over to Naraku's side as if he was not waltzing into a room recently repainted in blood. No, instead of the customary disgust normal people would have to such a scene, Byakuya's deep purple gaze settled over the grisly display like he was appraising a fine piece of art. It wasn't until Naraku's narrowed glare caught the demon's attention that Byakuya tore his gaze away from his 'sisters' bleeding form. Bowing low and kneeling in the pool of blood by Naraku's feet, Byakuya greeted his master.