Timeframe: soon after chapter #174, "Barrier of Earth;"
all further chapters are ignored. In summary: because
of Inuyasha's relationship with Kikyou, both he and
Kagome have (seperately) decided that they can't see each
other again.
Please note that chapter #174 has not yet been translated
by Viz. A very good translation of it--and every other
chapter--can be found at "Inuyasha - Sengoku o-Togi Zoushi"
(http://www.wot-club.org.uk/Inuyasha/).
Warning: DARK. I mean it. Implied adult themes, torture,
and other Unpleasant Stuff.
broken
an Inuyasha fanfic by Za Metallium
"Remember this, Naraku: you can't kill me. Until you get
rid of your human heart...you'll just be a half-youkai."
Kikyou's pronouncement echoed in Naraku's mind.
"Perhaps I cannot harm *you* yet, Kikyou," Naraku whispered.
"But for now I will be content using this one in your stead."
Before Naraku lay an unconscious Kagome. Her unusual clothing
had been reduced to shreds by the over-eager and now-deceased
servant he'd sent after the girl. Capturing her had been
easier than expected; it seemed that useless bother, Inuyasha,
had been "busy" elsewhere, and only the humans and the kit had
been there to protect the girl.
For all the good their presence had done; all had been
injured to the point of non-mobility. But Naraku did
not want them dead; oh, no, they had to tell Inuyasha
what had happened to his little pet. Yes, Naraku would
have a surprise for that annoyance when it invariably
decided to seek what had been stolen.
But that was in the future, and Naraku was more interested
in enjoying the present. The accursed Onigumo's desires
still dwelled within Naraku, and the half-youkai planned
to exorcise them--by playing out Onigumo's fantasies of
Kikyou using her reincarnation.
Naraku ripped off the remains of the girl's garb and checked
the shackles which held her hands bound behind her. Seeing
all was ready for what was to come, he slapped the girl's
face.
Her eyes shot open at the sharp pain and she let out a cry
of pain. Seeing Naraku above her, her scream turned to one
of terror.
"Finally awake, I see...Kikyou," he greeted with a dark
smile.
"Kikyou?" the girl repeated dumbly. "I'm not Kikyou!"
Naraku shook his head and slapped the girl again, bringing
tears to her eyes. "I believe you are mistaken. You are
Kikyou."
"I'm not," she insisted, voice and body trembling in fear.
Finally noticing her state of undress, she blushed hotly
and tried to curl up in a ball to conceal herself from
him.
Naraku would have none of that. Again he slapped her,
harder than before. "Do not do that, Kikyou."
"I'm not Kikyou," she whispered.
"I had hoped you would have this attitude," Naraku said
conversationally. He reached over to the nearby fire and
withdrew a sharp dagger that had been heating in the flames
It shone white-hot. The girl watched him with frightened,
tearful eyes.
"Now, Kikyou," he said pleasantly as he straddled the girl.
His weight restrained her below the waist, and he used his
free hand to push her to the floor, his hand around her
neck. "I'm going to make certain you remember who you
are."
Naraku carefully trace a short vertical line on the left
side of her lower belly. The girl screamed as the burning
knife bit into her flesh, and Naraku relished the sound.
Onigumo had been unable to read or write, and Naraku himself
had little use for it. However, he had learned the proper
way to write Kikyou's name, and he carefully cut the symbols
into the writhing girl's belly.
After completing the two kanji making up Kikyou's name,
Naraku admired his handiwork. Rather lovely, if he did
say so himself. "Now, are you ready to cooperate?" he
asked pleasantly once the girl's screams faded.
"Or do you need another reminder?" he inquired reasonably,
starting the pattern of Kikyou's name over again, this time
on the girl's right breast. The knife had cooled by this
point, so the wound bled freely without the benefit of
cauterization.
"Stop!" the girl begged, more tears falling down her
already-damp face.
"And who are you?" he asked.
"Ki-kiyou," she whispered. "I'm Kikyou."
"Very good," he encouraged, rising. The girl sighed in
relief before she realised he'd done so only to remove
his clothing. Her screams and tears and been highly
arousing, and he was ready to use her as Onigumo had
wished to use Kikyou.
Onigumo had wanted to do many debauched things to Kikyou.
Naraku picked several choice actions and used the girl
in Kikyou's stead. It went on for hours, for even a
half-youkai's stamina was much greater than a mere human's.
At length Naraku was spent, and he simply sat back to
admire the pretty picture the girl made, lying there.
The angry red branding of Kikyou's name stood out sharply
against the pale skin of her belly. Blood and fluid seeped
from torn and abused orifices. Bruises artfully decorated
much of her exposed skin. The girl's eyes stared at
nothing.
"Kikyou," he called in an almost gentle voice, "Would you
like to get dressed now?"
The girl's eyes flickered and she nodded once, jerkily.
"Kagura," Naraku called, and his offspring entered the
room. "Dress her, but don't wash her," he ordered.
Kagura frowned at him, but of course obeyed. Naraku
wondered a bit at the gentleness with which she attended
the abused girl, but, then, Kagura always did try for her
little rebellions. Foolish, expendable creature.
Soon, the girl was dressed in a simple kimono, her hair
tied back as Kikyou was wont to wear hers. Naraku smiled.
"Go set her up for Inuyasha to find," he ordered before
leaving to clean up himself.
* * *
Inuyasha cursed himself for the thousandth time in the
last hour. He had returned to the village to find
Shippou, Miroku, and Sango all gravely injured. Something
deep within him had frozen when the priest, in a moment
of consciousness, told Inuyasha that Kagome had been
abducted by a servant of Naraku's.
*Chikusho,* he cursed mentally. He'd been so intent on not
seeing Kagome for her sake, and so worried about Naraku
coming after Kikyou...it had never occurred to him that
Naraku would go after Kagome.
Inuyasha nearly stumbled when he caught the scent--the
scent of burnt flesh and blood and sex, the former
two belonging to Kagome. He forced himself to go faster,
and did stumble when he saw her.
She was propped against a tree like some life-sized doll,
blood and fluid seeping through the yukata she wore. Her
hair had been fixed like Kikyou's, and if he hadn't caught
the smell of her blood first, he might have though it was
Kikyou herself.
"Kagome?" he asked cautiously, something in his throat
inexplicably making breathing difficult. "Kagome?"
Kagome opened her eyes, and Inuyasha found himself falling
back. Those weren't Kagome's eyes! The blank grey orbs
staring at him were empty, devoid of life. They belonged
to a broken thing, not his Kagome.
Then she spoke, her voice rough as if she'd overused it,
her expression bland, and her words destroying him:
"Kagome? I am Kikyou."
And, somewhere, Naraku laughed.
-end-
all further chapters are ignored. In summary: because
of Inuyasha's relationship with Kikyou, both he and
Kagome have (seperately) decided that they can't see each
other again.
Please note that chapter #174 has not yet been translated
by Viz. A very good translation of it--and every other
chapter--can be found at "Inuyasha - Sengoku o-Togi Zoushi"
(http://www.wot-club.org.uk/Inuyasha/).
Warning: DARK. I mean it. Implied adult themes, torture,
and other Unpleasant Stuff.
broken
an Inuyasha fanfic by Za Metallium
"Remember this, Naraku: you can't kill me. Until you get
rid of your human heart...you'll just be a half-youkai."
Kikyou's pronouncement echoed in Naraku's mind.
"Perhaps I cannot harm *you* yet, Kikyou," Naraku whispered.
"But for now I will be content using this one in your stead."
Before Naraku lay an unconscious Kagome. Her unusual clothing
had been reduced to shreds by the over-eager and now-deceased
servant he'd sent after the girl. Capturing her had been
easier than expected; it seemed that useless bother, Inuyasha,
had been "busy" elsewhere, and only the humans and the kit had
been there to protect the girl.
For all the good their presence had done; all had been
injured to the point of non-mobility. But Naraku did
not want them dead; oh, no, they had to tell Inuyasha
what had happened to his little pet. Yes, Naraku would
have a surprise for that annoyance when it invariably
decided to seek what had been stolen.
But that was in the future, and Naraku was more interested
in enjoying the present. The accursed Onigumo's desires
still dwelled within Naraku, and the half-youkai planned
to exorcise them--by playing out Onigumo's fantasies of
Kikyou using her reincarnation.
Naraku ripped off the remains of the girl's garb and checked
the shackles which held her hands bound behind her. Seeing
all was ready for what was to come, he slapped the girl's
face.
Her eyes shot open at the sharp pain and she let out a cry
of pain. Seeing Naraku above her, her scream turned to one
of terror.
"Finally awake, I see...Kikyou," he greeted with a dark
smile.
"Kikyou?" the girl repeated dumbly. "I'm not Kikyou!"
Naraku shook his head and slapped the girl again, bringing
tears to her eyes. "I believe you are mistaken. You are
Kikyou."
"I'm not," she insisted, voice and body trembling in fear.
Finally noticing her state of undress, she blushed hotly
and tried to curl up in a ball to conceal herself from
him.
Naraku would have none of that. Again he slapped her,
harder than before. "Do not do that, Kikyou."
"I'm not Kikyou," she whispered.
"I had hoped you would have this attitude," Naraku said
conversationally. He reached over to the nearby fire and
withdrew a sharp dagger that had been heating in the flames
It shone white-hot. The girl watched him with frightened,
tearful eyes.
"Now, Kikyou," he said pleasantly as he straddled the girl.
His weight restrained her below the waist, and he used his
free hand to push her to the floor, his hand around her
neck. "I'm going to make certain you remember who you
are."
Naraku carefully trace a short vertical line on the left
side of her lower belly. The girl screamed as the burning
knife bit into her flesh, and Naraku relished the sound.
Onigumo had been unable to read or write, and Naraku himself
had little use for it. However, he had learned the proper
way to write Kikyou's name, and he carefully cut the symbols
into the writhing girl's belly.
After completing the two kanji making up Kikyou's name,
Naraku admired his handiwork. Rather lovely, if he did
say so himself. "Now, are you ready to cooperate?" he
asked pleasantly once the girl's screams faded.
"Or do you need another reminder?" he inquired reasonably,
starting the pattern of Kikyou's name over again, this time
on the girl's right breast. The knife had cooled by this
point, so the wound bled freely without the benefit of
cauterization.
"Stop!" the girl begged, more tears falling down her
already-damp face.
"And who are you?" he asked.
"Ki-kiyou," she whispered. "I'm Kikyou."
"Very good," he encouraged, rising. The girl sighed in
relief before she realised he'd done so only to remove
his clothing. Her screams and tears and been highly
arousing, and he was ready to use her as Onigumo had
wished to use Kikyou.
Onigumo had wanted to do many debauched things to Kikyou.
Naraku picked several choice actions and used the girl
in Kikyou's stead. It went on for hours, for even a
half-youkai's stamina was much greater than a mere human's.
At length Naraku was spent, and he simply sat back to
admire the pretty picture the girl made, lying there.
The angry red branding of Kikyou's name stood out sharply
against the pale skin of her belly. Blood and fluid seeped
from torn and abused orifices. Bruises artfully decorated
much of her exposed skin. The girl's eyes stared at
nothing.
"Kikyou," he called in an almost gentle voice, "Would you
like to get dressed now?"
The girl's eyes flickered and she nodded once, jerkily.
"Kagura," Naraku called, and his offspring entered the
room. "Dress her, but don't wash her," he ordered.
Kagura frowned at him, but of course obeyed. Naraku
wondered a bit at the gentleness with which she attended
the abused girl, but, then, Kagura always did try for her
little rebellions. Foolish, expendable creature.
Soon, the girl was dressed in a simple kimono, her hair
tied back as Kikyou was wont to wear hers. Naraku smiled.
"Go set her up for Inuyasha to find," he ordered before
leaving to clean up himself.
* * *
Inuyasha cursed himself for the thousandth time in the
last hour. He had returned to the village to find
Shippou, Miroku, and Sango all gravely injured. Something
deep within him had frozen when the priest, in a moment
of consciousness, told Inuyasha that Kagome had been
abducted by a servant of Naraku's.
*Chikusho,* he cursed mentally. He'd been so intent on not
seeing Kagome for her sake, and so worried about Naraku
coming after Kikyou...it had never occurred to him that
Naraku would go after Kagome.
Inuyasha nearly stumbled when he caught the scent--the
scent of burnt flesh and blood and sex, the former
two belonging to Kagome. He forced himself to go faster,
and did stumble when he saw her.
She was propped against a tree like some life-sized doll,
blood and fluid seeping through the yukata she wore. Her
hair had been fixed like Kikyou's, and if he hadn't caught
the smell of her blood first, he might have though it was
Kikyou herself.
"Kagome?" he asked cautiously, something in his throat
inexplicably making breathing difficult. "Kagome?"
Kagome opened her eyes, and Inuyasha found himself falling
back. Those weren't Kagome's eyes! The blank grey orbs
staring at him were empty, devoid of life. They belonged
to a broken thing, not his Kagome.
Then she spoke, her voice rough as if she'd overused it,
her expression bland, and her words destroying him:
"Kagome? I am Kikyou."
And, somewhere, Naraku laughed.
-end-