Untamed by criticat

Prompt: Gad

This drabble was written for Smittee’s Alphabet challenge.

Standard disclaimer applies. I do not own Inuyasha.

I know that the fic is M rated but I thought that a little extra warning is better then none. This one is a little more… blood and guts then others. It is longer too! ^^

She did not look up as he approached, knowing well that she was at his mercy.

“I admit I underestimated you, Western Lord.”

“Indeed.”

Closing her eyes, Kagome turned her head, loathing her cowardice but unable to look death in the eye. Feeling a tug of something rough as it snaked its way around her wrists, she frowned, blue eyes snapping open. She hissed at both the sharp strands digging into her skin and at having her hands bound, making her feel like lowly cattle.

Sesshomaru stood with innate grace, his hair as gleaming and smooth as quicksilver, ignoring her reluctance to look at him in favour of perusing her form for a moment. A shark intake of breath interrupting his scrutiny, he tightened the binds, punishing the young woman for his, even if slight, interest in her.

“You said that you are not the right woman, correct? This Sesshomaru assumes that you know the way to the right one.”

Her eyes narrowing, azure eyes flashing like merciless steel, Kagome did not reply. Unwilling to play whatever games she had in mind, he walked away, forcing her to follow through the still palace.

Kagome’s eyes widened in horror as she saw bodies of the bravest, most skilled men of the raj scattered about the halls, their limbs twisted in awkward, unimaginable angles. Fighting the urge to be sick, she swallowed briskly but did not look away.

Sniffing delicately, Sesshomaru chose to inform her “It appears that the monk was here.”

Lips parting, her mouth formed a delicate o as she wondered how a human, one of apparently holy descent could have killed warriors, née, assassins that were taught to kill from the day they were born.

The more they went on, the more gore was before them, Sesshomaru’s pace becoming almost leisurely as he strolled languidly past headless corpses, seeming to enjoy their gad or at least wanting her to believe it was so.

“Hm.. The half breed must have found his sword.”

The further they continued, the quieter the woman grew, Sesshomaru noted with great satisfaction, his gaze settled on the woman as she worried her plump lower lip, pearly teeth sinking into the flesh with vigour. The change from the elaborate curses and failed attempts to take his life was welcome, the moments of her being shocked into silence pleasing to his senses.

As they continued towards the ornate stairs that marked the entry way to the gardens, Kagome closed her eyes with a squeak, clamping her hands firmly over her mouth, unable to look onto the limbless bloody bodies all around her, the lush carpets squelching underfoot.

“I assume this is where they kept you” she whispered, her voice laced with horror and some degree of awe. Quirking a brow, he chose to acknowledge her with a nod, satisfied that she stopped struggling.

Prompt: Gad – to wander about idly or in pursuit of pleasure.