Okay...I know these passages probably don't make any sense but please try to see if you can catch on to it...tell me what you think...thanks!
Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha...crap...
Um...some really strong feelings were going on in my head when I wrote this. It was suppose to be sort of like a story like Ayame was a perfect school girl and Inuyasha was this baddass kid who got the worst of luck. He decides that he has had enough of Ayame's innocence and drags her into a dark alley at night...I don't mean to offend anyone...
He grabbed her and pushed her to the ground, rage blackened his soul and set a negative aura ablaze. Ayame fell to the dirty concrete. She did not get up right away, but stayed in order not to aggravate him. Her eyes were screwed shut as she listened to him rant and rave with stress and pain.
"Godammit! Why the hell do things have to be on me! Dad beat me! Mom's a drunken whore! My brother betrayed me!" He yelled and paced, then he turned and jabbed a finger in the air at Ayame whom lay helplessly on the ground. "And now you! You are the bitch who think she's so much better than everyone else! Well I'm just here to tell you that you are nothing!" He hissed at her. Suddenly he grabbed at his sleeves and rolled them up vigorously and displayed jagged scars upon his wrists and up his arms. "Look!" He yelled at her, "Look!" Reluctantly, she turned around and saw. "This is what happens when you're in my state!" She lay there in aw and was overcomed by a strange instinct. Time froze over as she got up and held one of his arms. She traced a soft finger over one scar that lead from his wrist up to his elbow.
"Inuyasha, why?" She said with tears in her eyes, "This isn't the only path."
Inuyasha stood there for a while, frozen with a strange calming emotion as she held his hand. But the silence grew odd and he tore his hand from her feather grip and got in her face. "I don't want your sympathy! I want recognition!" He grabbed her by the side if her arms and dug his nails into her flesh, taking advantage of her small stature. She screamed in pain and terror as his nails pierced her skin, making blood seep onto his fingers. He stared daggers at her but she hung her head and cried, too afraid to fight back. Inuyasha's blood ran hot at her screams, now she was suffering, and he wasn't alone. Almost as he reached his peak of interest, did Ayame open her eyes and look straight into his. His climax was broken and a rushing feel of guilt spilt upon his wretched heart. His grip grew slightly softer and Ayame leapt forward onto his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. Suddenly, he was compelled to hold her, and he did. He was hurting her, harassing her, and she leapt into his arms. In the arms of danger, she found comfort…