Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
AN: Hello everyone just an early warning this is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. Been reading them for years and thought I'd give it a try. I just want everyone to know that this fanfic is going to be graphic, not full on gore but it will hint at several touchy subjects. If it makes you uncomfortable in any way please either stop reading now, or skip over to the following chapter. Thank you.
Now on with the story.
Chapter 1: I Spy With My Little Eye
It's been 1186 days…Over 3 years since she had to live underneath her husbands hands…3 whole years she had to put up with his drunken antics, his strung out behavior, his wild burst of violence…she couldn't do it anymore…she was just too tired. She needed an out , she needed to break away, running didn't help, neither did asking for it…Kagome had slowly figured it out that the only way she was going to get her freedom.. was through death…weather or not it was on her terms or his.
At least that's what she thought…until she looked out her kitchen window one night.
~~~~PRESENT DAY~~~~~
He was late getting home that evening, but that didn't surprise her. It was Friday night, which also meant it was pay day. Kagome knew he wouldn't be home 'til late. Picking up a plate, Kagome slowly continued washing the dishes. Normally she would rush to get the dishes done, knowing how her husband hated her being lazy. But he wasn't going to be home for a few hours.
Glancing out the window above the sink, Kagome watched as a car with its loud music drove by, its deep bass almost rattling the glass of her window. Ignoring angered shouts about the noise from the neighbors around her, she quietly went back to washing the plate, but she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Shifting her dull grey eyes to the window again, her hands stilled their movements.
Across from her, she could see two men arguing….no…not arguing. Fighting…the man with white silver hair forces the other one down and holds what she assumes to be her neighbor's head over the sink. Kagome knew it was her neighbor, because she has seen him with her husband sometimes whenever he has poker nights…His name was Keno…or something like that.
She continued to watch, what she thought was violent screaming match…the actions that were happening to Keno weren't unknown to her. In the middle of Manhattan…things like this tend to happen…and when they do, people turned a blind eye to them. Looking down back into her own sink, she resumes what she was doing. However something told her to look back up again. When she did…her eyes widen a fraction.
She saw the fear on Keno's face, fear she knew all too well…
She saw how desperately Keno tried to get away. Shoving his body wildly over the counter…
But what caused her once dull gaze to sharpen, was how quickly Keno's kitchen walls began turning red. She watch every swing the silver hair man took with the metal meat tenderizer, as it was repeatedly brought down upon the back of Keno's skull.
She didn't know how many swings the man took, but Kagome knew she had just watched her neighbor's murder. Keno was dead.
The man looked up suddenly and golden eyes met dull grey ones. She watched as they narrowed in on her, in her small apartment on the fifth floor. She knew that he could be looking at no body else but her…Keno's window was almost in direct line with hers. She saw as the man slowly let go of keno's body and let it drop to the floor before using the extra space to move and lean closer to the window, continuing to stare. Closing her eyes slowly, Kagome took a deep calming breath and simply began washing her dishes again. Completely ignoring the scene before her.
She knew he saw her…and he knew she saw him.
Most would be running to the police, others would just run, but all would terrified over the bone chilling horror that was just witnessed. But not her… not Kagome Akitoki,… all Kagome felt was relief, she knew how these things work. She witnesses a brutal murder and from the way the man handled the situation he'd done this a few times. She was next…she was going to end up just like Keno…a cold mutilated corpse on the kitchen floor…strangely enough she was okay with this.
She wanted a way out…even if it meant this...It was still Freedom
To be continued..
AN: Hope you all enjoyed, As you can all tell this story is going to be very dark, I'll lighten up a bit in later chapters so just bare with it folks. Until next time!