Spiraling into the Realm of Hatred
Chapter One
"Whatever! Feh, I don't need you! You're nothing but a Jewel detector! That's all! Haven't you figured it out yet?" Inu-Yasha roared angrily, turning on Kagome with his vulgar shouts. "Feh, wench."
The words stung into Kagome with every syllable. With every breathy beating of her anxious heart she felt every painful slap of her pride. Of her soul. "Oh really?" she frowned painfully, trying her hardest not to let herself cry. Not allowing herself to show him how much he had really hurt her. "Really? Is that how you feel about me? It's all because of Kikyou, isn't it?"
The hanyou hesitated for a moment, turning his back and crossing his arms across his chest with a sneering frown. "Feh, whatever. Kikyou was much better than you anyway. At least she never lost the jewel shards to any mere demon like you do, you stupid girl!"
Kagome felt her heart drop to her knees, she couldn't believe what she was hearing! What was the purpose of staying? What was the purpose of doing him a favor by being his 'jewel-detector'? She turned her back to him with a scowl. "Fine then. If you don't need me here, then I'm going to go home then."
Inu-Yasha turned his nose away from her. "Fine then. Go home. See what I care."
The girl clenched her jaw to prevent any hindering words to blast out at him. All the emotions that bubbled within her soul cried out, begged to let themselves be known, but she held them all bonded within.
She had to get out of there . . . away from him . . .
With that, Kagome turned and ran back towards the Bone Eaters Well with her hair fluttering behind her as the hot tears that had crept into her eyes began to make themselves apparent. But, she had promised herself not to show Inu-Yasha . . .
She liked him, that was the truth . . .
She would do anything for him, which was also the truth . . .
But he never showed her the same respect. Never once. Protecting her in battle, that's one thing, without her he would be unable to attain jewel shards. Without her, he could never beat Naraku, or at least that's what she told herself to make her feel needed.
And yet, she never received that same feeling from him. All the time they had spent together, alone and wandering the strange lands and new worlds, fighting the most dangerous creatures that had ever existed upon the face of the planet including the living dead . . . she felt herself shudder with anger.
Kikyou. All because of Kikyou . . .
Perhaps the two of them should have been together. Perhaps Inu-Yasha should go after that dead girl! Inu-Yasha seemed to think that Kikyou was better than Kagome anyway, so why didn't he just go off by himself and find her . . . she hated him and wished him dead . . . but Kagome didn't . . .
The girl stumbled through the underbrush of the woods, tears streaming from her eyes as she fought her way blindly as far away from the village as she possibly could . . .
But she had passed the well a long time ago . . . but she didn't care . . .
It didn't bother her . . .
All she wanted was to get away from Inu-Yasha . . . from the village . . .
From the embarrassment . . .
From her heart . . .
How dare she allow herself to feel that way about someone. To think that someone could like her back in any way more than a friend, or a partner in a great task. They were only friends that fought a lot, he used foul language to her and yet she still longed for him. His orange eyes flashed hatred sometimes, pain on other occasions but she thought she had seen more than that when he looked at her on more than one occasion . . .
The way he reached for her in the midst of battle . . .
How he threw himself in front of an attack by the Tetsusiaga for her . . . nearly killed him . . .
Kagome tripped and slammed into the humid earth, she gripped the cool, dry soil within her trembling fingers as her own salty tears turned it into mud just under her face. But she didn't care. She didn't want this to go on anymore. She was tired of him not responding to her. Not caring about her. Not getting her signals . . .
They had so many emotional moments together . . . with her he felt at peace, at least that's what he told her . . .
So why does he act so cruel? He was thinking of Kikyou, Kagome cried. Kikyou. That woman! That woman who's very goal in life . . . well, living death . . . was to destroy him. Kill him. Take him down with her. Love had corrupted her . . .
Their love betrayed was what turned her into a sinful beast forced back from the dead. The pain that still haunted her . . . that still consumed her . . .
Kagome could not help but feel some of that betrayal that Kikyou had felt . . . that soul was still there within her as it tried to bubble up, reminding her of things that was only experienced by the dead woman. Was that why she was suddenly overreacting? Was it their last encounter with Kikyou when she was nearly killed by her? Was it that that triggered this sudden explosion of weakness to the hanyou's harsh words.
For some reason, Kagome remembered his love for her . . . but not for her . . . for Kikyou . . . he never saw her . . . he only saw Kikyou! Those eyes that looked to her with more than just worry weren't for her . . . it was for who she was made doubled . . . those longing eyes were for Kikyou . . .
Did he really hate her? Kagome worried to herself as she cried.
Damn Kikyou!
Damn her!
Inu-Yasha had to have hated her. He could never feel the same way about Kagome as she felt for him! He made that so obvious! All the time she had spent with him that she fell in love with him and yet he remained oblivious! Had the truth come out and she not noticed? Had he figured it out himself?
How did he feel about her? If anything?
She trembled as rain began to patter to the forest floor. Kagome still cried as she heard someone approaching through the dampening underbrush, but the gentle sounds were hushed by the rain that strengthened into silvery sheets that slapped the dry leaves where Kagome lay . . .
But she could still hear it.
Was it Inu-Yasha, she wondered to herself, half tempted to look up and half tempted to keep her tears a secret, her red eyes away from he who would then see the truth of how she felt . . .
The presence stopped before her, but she did not look up. Only the red pant legs of the stranger trembled in the rain, the bare feet dipped into the mud . . .
Kagome could not help it and quickly looked up . . .
Kikyou stood there, silent with a frown across her pale face. Serious. Stern. Powerful.
Kagome gaped in shock and yet refused to move. The two glared at each other in a deathly silence, eyes focused on one another . . .
The dead woman reached out a hand to her. "Come with me, Kagome."
"Why?" she roared in response, pushing herself up onto muddy hands and knees, backing away from Kikyou. "What do you want? To kill me?"
She was not amused. "I have come to help you, Kagome."
"Help me? HA! You just want the rest of your soul back!" she shouted frantically, pulling herself to her feet. "You're not gonna get it, see! You're NOT going to get it!"
Kagome felt her eyes lock in the womans icy glare, but quickly turned away, tearing into the woods ahead of her, leaving Kikyou standing quietly in the woods by herself, watching her leave . . .
The dead woman smiled . . .
The village was in the opposite direction in which Kagome ran . . .
Kagome sobbed into the rain . . .
Kikyou closed her sad eyes. She was heading in the right direction . . .
Kagome was doing exactly as was expected . . .
*** Okay, this story is what I call 'a momentary emotional fling' so I hope you like it and I hope that you review it and let me know if it's good or not. I'll try to put up more tomorrow – hehe. READ AND REVIEW!!! Thank you oh so much! I live to know you guys like it!! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!
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