A/n: Here we are once again. I reread this story and got so annoyed with it since it did not come out the way that i had originally hoped it would. And I know that i left people hanging for what seemed like ever. But now i am here to correct things and hopefully this story will come out the way i want it to. ::Sighs:: At least I sure hope it freaking does.

I only own two characters. And neither of them is from InuYasha.

Title: Promises from my Love

Anime: InuYasha

Pairing: InuYasha and Kagome

Rating: M. For Mature People only. This story will contain; rape, gore, lemons and obscence language.

Enjoy! ^-^

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CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IS CRUEL

It all started with love. Isn't that where all the best love stories begin? A shy but beautiful woman falls for the sweet and charming man. Well this isn't like that. It isn't that happy loving version of a fairy tale. After all life isn't a fairy tale. Life is disappointing and agonizing at times. Life is cruel an unfair. But no matter how the world is unlike a fairy tale. I still thought of him as my Prince Charming. Ridiculous of course since I was no where near the description of a princess.

That all seems sort of trivial now. All the fairy tales I read as a little girl. They say that fairy tales teach you morales. Bullshit. Life teaches you morales. And Pain. Don't ever forget the pain in life. Because if you do, you'll lose all ground and control. Love. There was a four letter word. That's all it is ladies and gentlemen..A word. Unless someone can prove it to you. It is nothing but a word that people throw around.

I didn't always think this way. I was a hopeless romantic. I was a fool. To think that love can overcome all obstacles. That love was stronger than any jealousy and pain. Truth is I didn't want to be wrong. Not when it came to him. Not wrong about his eyes. His smile. His laugh. I didn't want to believe he would ever hurt me. Because in my heart..that was not a possibility. My stupidity I suppose. Trusting people. I trust people too easily. But I fell in love. Everyone is allowed to make mistakes in their life. I met him in my first year at a new school. It was my junior year. I was seventeen. I was one of the oldest girls in my class. I started school early. Anyways, I just moved to Tokyo and he was the first boy that I loved. Not to mention he would be the last.

I suppose i should start at the beginning.

Of this non fairy tale.

Be warned. There is no happily ever after.

Be warned.

It began the first day I moved there. I met my true love. I just didn't know it then.

XOXOXOXOX

I awoke suddenly and sat up much too quickly. I sighed and rubbed my head and stretched. I looked to the right of me to my bedside table. On it was my black alarm clock. The time read 6:08AM. I grumbled to myself. No use in going back to sleep. It was now morning and I started school in about an hour and a half. I slowly stood up and threw the covers up over my pillows. Attempting to make my bed. But still not really caring. I walked into my "master" Bathroom. The walls were crimson with a gold border around it. The counter top was an offwhite color that held all my make up and toiletries. There was a large mirror above my sink that was an oval shape. There was a large sink in tub along the back wall and a glass shower that stood to my left.

I looked into the mirror. I want to get something out of the way. I am not ugly. I am not conceited or anything. But I know I am not ugly. I had long and silky raven hair that came down to my butt. It had a natural curl to it. Not crazy curly but a few soft bannana curls here and there. I had large "innocent" light brown eyes and full lips. Looking down I noticed what I had slept in. I just moved in over the weekend. And things were still chaotic. So before I went to bed I threw on the first thing my hand touched. Which happened to be a black tank top and a pair of Sally pajama bottoms. (Sally from Nightmare before Christmas.) I turned to the side examing my self. Something I had a habit of doing before showering. Sort of a comparison. I will look at myself once I am all ready for school. It was sort of my brains way of doing a before and after.

I looked at my chest and had to admit that unfortunately, my bust size had increased over the summer. At least another cup size. Which totally sucked. Because they were already big enough. Currently I was a D. Now I was not fat. I wasn't super slim either. I had an hourglass figure with a little meat to my sides and sort of big thighs. Well not huge. But it was slightly bigger than the verdical height of a keyboard. I had a perfectly round butt, not that I cared. I once thought that I was beauty pagent material. And now, now I am just a girl that likes black.

I drastically changed my style, attitude, and wardrobe once the light in my life died. My mother. Her name was Mika. She looked like me but slimer and with shorter brown hair. My mother was a model once. Famous and beautiful. And then she met my father. But I digress. My mother had passed away four months ago. She was coming home from a second job and a tractor trailer truck smashed into her. Apparently, he couldn't see her. Whatever the full explaination was, I never got. They said that I was much too young. Whatever screw them. She is my mother. Was. She was my mother.

Sighing at the torturous memories, I shed all of my clothes and entered my shower. I let the hot water briefly sting my pail and frail skin. Only momentarily. Then my skin grew accustomed to the minor pain and I relaxed. I washed my hair and was washing my body currently. Memories flashed in front of my eyes. As they always did. When I begun to think of my mom.

My mother Mika, was twenty four when she married my father and had me. At the time she was a succeful model and my father a very well known photographer. They had known eachother for a few years and begun dating. She used to tell me that my father was a charming and loving man. Smart of my dad to hide who he really was until after my brother was born. My brother Souta. He was seven years younger than I was. When he was born I used to always help my mom with him. I treated Souta like my living doll. Poor boy. But I was a great sister. Always taking care of him and playing with him. He loved me too. Always looked up to me.

One day, when Souta was a few months older than a year, my father became something different. One night, I can't remember the exact date. But one night, he came home reaking of alcohol and started screaming at my mom. It was only when he begun to hit her that I tried to intervene. I was eight or so. Not nearly any match for my father. But I wanted to protect my mother. I was foolish to think that I could do anything to him. He flung me aside like a ragdoll. The next morning he acted like nothing happened. When I asked my mother what happened she said simply, "Daddy was feeling bad last night and lost control. He feels bad and apologized."

From then on, my father barely hit my mother. It was just me. For standing up to him. He saw me as a threat I think. But what eight year old is really a threat to their father. I mean come on. So I took it all. Trying to tell my mother about it. But she insisted he would never. The only times I hated my mother was when she didn't believe me. I felt betrayed. Here I was taking a beating almost every night because I had decided to stand up for her.

Years passed and I turned thirteen. I was offically a woman as my mother put it. My father saw it when my mother took my brother to the store, she left me home with my dad. I can't blame her. She had no idea. He was drunk as usual. I could smell the reek eminating from his clothes. I tried to run. But I can never escape that man. He picked my up and carried me to my bed. Throwing me down. He begun to tear at my clothes and bruise my skin with his rough hands. It was this night that I lost whatever innocence I had. He raped me. When I told my mother and showed her the proof, she believed me. Finally.

She took Souta and I with her. All three of us lived happily until the divorce from my father was finalized. It took the courts two years to finalize it. I was fifteen and Souta was eight. All she ever told anyone is that he had abused her. Never mentioned what he did to me. Life is cruel that way. Had my mother mentioned something, she would have never my father had a better job than her and got more money, she could only take me. Leaving Souta with my father. That is why she had to take a second job. She worked to the bone saving up enough money to get Souta. But my father always had more. So the struggle continued.

Two years passed that she had been trying to save up. What she saved I thought was enough. Since she had saved over a few hundred thousand dollars. But she was no longer a model making top dollar. She working at part time jobs here and there. My father was still a famous photographer and made close to a million dollars a shoot. After my mother died, I aquired all of her savings. I had hired a top lawyer to ensure I never went with my father. Thankfully, I still had enough left over to move to Tokyo and get my own place. I was still going to find a job. And go to school. I still had a brother to win back.

I saw Souta at my mother's funeral. I couldn't see any bruising. But he was overly pale. I hugged him before he left and promised him I would get him back. Telling him to keep fighting and waiting for me. My father tried to hug my but I gave him a look. That said if he tried, he would be castrated. He knew that I would do it. There was no doubt in either of our minds.

I finally emerged from the shower and dried myself off. I pulled on a pair of black boy short underwear and a black cotton bra. I put on some eyeliner and a gray eyeshadow. Followed by some mascara and chap stick. I pulled my brush through my hair and decided to leave it down. I walked out of my bathroom and through my bedroom. Until I came to my closet. It wasn't overly big but it was a walk in closet. I rummaged through my clothes. What I had gotten around to hanging up anyway. I dug in the far back pulling out the uniform that I was forced to wear. A white sailor shirt and a short plain green skirt. I laid it out on my bed and stared at it. After a few minutes i took out a pair of knee high fishnet stockings and a black garter belt to hold up the stockings.

I got dressed and found a pair of black boots and decided on wearing those. I noticed that the sailor shirt was a big baggy on my chest and was glad. The last thing I wanted was attention because of my large chest. Once I had everything on I pulled on my black side bag and put my headphones from my ipod in my ears. I looked around and made sure I had everything. I grabbed a bento lunch that I had made last night from the microwave in my kitchen and headed out the door to my new school. Hurray.

I rolled my eyes and turned up the current song on my ipod.

(A.n I do not own Garbage- Only happy when it rains.)

Im only happy when it rains
Im only happy when its complicated
And though I know you cant appreciate it
Im only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
Why it feels so good to feel so sad
Im only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me

Im only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
Im only happy when it rains

I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didnt accidentally tell you that
Im only happy when it rains
Youll get the message by the time Im through
When I complain about me and you
Im only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour
You can keep me company
As long as you dont care

Im only happy when it rains
You want to hear about my new obsession

Im riding high upon a deep depression
Im only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me(4x)

I brought myself out of the song I was currently singing along with in my head and saw the school. My new school. Feudal High. I looked around at all the people walking into the building. All of them smiling and laughing. Argh, how I hated school. I sighed inwardly and watched for a few more minutes before I myself walked into the school. Into the belly of the beast as I thought of it.

Xoxoxoxox

So what do you think? Is it better than the original? Im going to leave the original up until I rewrite the first six chapters. So you all can compare and stuff. I hope you guys like the new version!

(PRIESTESSxox)