The Disgrace
By Rone M.D.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but I do own this plot.
Kagome refused to let him see her cry so she turned. But the hurt and disappointment became too much for her. Her silent tears streamed down her face.
Her last statement angered him beyond reason. It was the final straw. In that moment he truly wanted her to die. He drew his sword as she fell to her knees. Her back was still to him as he raised his sword level with his shoulder. He stared at her hunched form.
He said nothing as he swept his sword in a high arc. Just as he brought the sword down, he saw her head jerk up and she turned around to face him.
His blade cut her across her cheek. She turned with such a jerky motion that when her hair flew outward, more than half of it was also cut by his blade.
She fell backward onto her butt with her hands behind her to keep her up.
In her time, short hair worn by a woman was a disgraced. It symbolized someone who was shameful. Most women with short hair were avoided or treated harshly. Many were dead with in months of their punishment.
She was terrified of him now. She was still suffering shock. She now believed he was cruel enough to make her life a living hell. A fresh round of tears gathered, but just as before, she refused to cry in front of him.
He had almost no thoughts in his head as he watched his terrified lover scuttled backward. And that's when it hit him that she was scared of him. Her eyes were wide and glazed as she continued to creep backward. Not only was she bleeding but her hair was crudely cut. He also came to the realization that the crudeness of cut hair indicated the severalty of the crime, of which she had never committed. She would never have done anything to deserve being scarred and shamed. All of this, because of a split second of madness, induced by jealousy.
His arm dropped limply at the severity of his actions. He had placed a symbol of shame upon her and she would be subjected to a life she didn't deserve. "Come here." Even more horrifiying was he had actually thought of killing her, and he almost would have.
She didn't move toward him, but her gaze did lower. She hesitated, but she shifted her position so she was sitting back on her knees with her hands in her lap. She dropped her head down so her short hair hid her face.
From the look of her new position, he believed her to be broken. "Come here, now"
She suddenly jumped up and ran. He gave chase although he didn't know why. He would usually not care. She was just suppose to be another woman, but there was the fact that there were differences that only she had, compared to other royals. She was so different from everyone else.
When he caught her they both went down into the mudd in a tangle of limbs. Royal guards swarmed them and pried him off of his terrified lover. Thinking the fithy short haired woman deserved what ever punishment their comander inflicted, they still had a mission to complete. He struggled and though they were amazed at his odd behavior they still had to deliver him to the king.
She watched as none of the guards wouldnt even look at her. She had even grabbed the arm of one to get his attention, but he slapped her hand off of him and shoved her away. By the time she had recovered from her fall, they were already riding away with her lover bound, tied and drapped over a horse.