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The woman is crying. Large tears drip onto her torn yukata and are quickly absorbed into the pale pink cotton fabric. She is young, not overly so, and the fine creases around her eyes betray her age. Her hair is dark, her skin a healthy, creamy tan from working in the fields. Tears that do not become her mar her fragile beauty. Blood stains the inside of her thighs and smears over the clean woods of the temple floor. Her naked shoulders shake harder and she points across the room.
"The monk...he, he, he..." the woman is unable to finish and she hides her face in shame and terror. "...He..." she hiccups and slumps onto her side, curling into a quivering ball, the very picture of trepidation. She points at me and I know that I must look puzzled and worried because I certainly feel it. I move forward, to go to her and comfort her but am smacked aside by the white-haired half-demon that sits beside me. I yelp when I hit the wall and clutch my left shoulder in pain, agony dims my vision as sweat beads on my face.
"You want to hurt her more, eh? Miroku?"
"...Hurt...I don't...?" My heart beats faster as the full throbbing of my broken appendage reaches me and a fear grips my heart in its icy talons. I inch upward and stand, unsteadily, dazed, painfully. "I, I don't understand...Inuyasha..."
"You don't understand?" The demon roars and the woman cowers and I flinch, "you, you!" Inuyasha is livid with rage; his eyes are icy and cold. "You hurt this woman and you don't understand?"
"But...I've never seen...this...girl...before...I swear..."
"Never asked you to bear one of your children?" He asks spitefully, a sneer twisting his lips, "look at her!" I swoon in pain as Inuyasha grabs the back of my kimono and jerks me forward, fear and panic grip me...I have to get away...Inuyasha will hurt me again!
The woman screeches and crawls away on her hands and knees as I stare on in horrified bewilderment.
"I would never...hurt anyone like this..." I don't understand; I have never seen her before.
"You always lie, bouzu...tell me why I should believe you now." My heart clenches as clawed fingers release me and I drop to the floor trying to ignore my irrational fear of the monster, my friend, that looms over me.
"...We...we are...friends..." I gasp, my hopeful violet eyes are met with blazing gold and my breathe catches in my throat.
"This type of fear doesn't just show up out of no where."
"But..." I struggle to my feet; the panel of eyes staring at me from the shadows sends new panic racing through me. If my friends don't believe me, if they hurt me...what will these people do to me? I jump as one, an ancient man, speaks to me in a slow and measured voice that creaks with his age.
"You will leave our village and we will repair our damages." He pauses, as if waiting for me to protest, and then continues icily, "your "friend" seems to have punishment worked out accordingly. Get out." Old, tired eyes drift to the crying woman and soften. My confusion deepens and I realize that I have never felt such dread as I do now.
"I...I..." Backing out through the dark doorway, my eyes never leave Inuyasha's hate-filled countenance.