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Summary: !AU! Kagome's personal life was a dark secret, one she preferred for it to stay that way. Her friends didn't know and she wanted it stay like that. Everyday a new bruise, burn, cut, and each morning a fresh smile. An accidental slip-up reveals her well concealed damage, and soon she finds herself in the middle of an internal war with people she never used to associate with. With pressure building up to get them off of her back, Kagome wonders just how much longer she can keep her carefully constructed rouse up."


Chapter Two


She remembered walking into the gymnasium, following close behind Sango when suddenly being faced with a searing pain shooting through her abdomen. Tears blinded her eyes as she stumbled to the ground, wrapping an arm around the wounded area.

Kagome regained herself long enough to catch sight of an orange ball suddenly being kicked forcefully away from her. She followed it with watering eyes as it bounced against a green eyed boy's head.

"Watch where you're aiming, dumb ass!" Sango shouted over the sudden commotion around the group, "Next time, I'm coming after you!"

Kagome stayed sitting on the shining floor of the gym as a warm moisture began to leak through her shirt and blazer. She pulled her arm back far enough to survey what it was. Her heart leaped up into her throat at seeing the bright crimson decorating her wrist and hand. The sleeve that had been pressed up against her stomach was darker and she could feel the liquid soaking through to her arm.

Kagome blinked when an arm was stretched out for her to take. She looked up to spot Sango, the glare on her face being replaced by a worried frown.

"Are you okay?"

Kagome took the outstretched hand with her clean one and nodded slowly. "Y-Yeah." She looked towards the group, the green eyed boy being scolded by his friends, or a group who she assumed were his friends. "If anything, it was an accident. You know I can't step foot in this place without getting hurt."

Sango huffed and helped Kagome stand on her feet again. "I doubt that. The net is up, not across the gym." She looked towards Kagome, still clutching onto where she had been hit with a death grip. "You sure you're okay? Do you need to go to the nurse? I'll walk you."

Kagome shook her head, "I'm alright." A warm smile coated her face, "Although, I think I'm gonna wait outside. That way I don't have the risk of getting hit by another ball."

Sango nodded, her worry returning to her face before she turned around. "If you're sure. I'll be about five minutes, okay?"

Kagome held her hand up in a thumbs-up motion before skimping out of the gym. "I'll be out here!"

At making it out of the gym, Kagome did a quick look around. Spotting the female's bathroom, she dashed into it and locked the door immediately. She undid the buttons on her blazer, her shirt following right after.

White bandages adorned her entire midsection. Kagome felt herself become nauseous at the red that had began to leak through them. She set her articles of clothing on the counter and began to undo the careful wrapping she had done late last night. She threw the soiled bandages in the trash and washed her hands before prodding at the wounded areas gently.

Three different sections of stitches, freshly done by her, covered her stomach. Two going diagonal across the center, forming a sideways slant of sort, and one more forming a long horizontal line from her ribs to the start of her pelvis.

The latest addition from her father.

She blinked back her tears as she pressed a small wadded up bit of toilet paper against the stitched up areas gently, trying to get the blood flow to stop long enough to redress the wounds. After managing to do so, Kagome took a fresh pair of bandages from her bag and wrapped them around to cover the injuries.

Kagome put back on her soiled class shirt and glanced at her blazer. She had to wear it, there was no way around it. Kagome held the fabric close to her face. Hopefully the darker stained area wouldn't be noticed. She sighed and pulled it back on, taking her time to button it back up.

Once she had made sure to hide any thing that could cause attention, Kagome grabbed her bag and exited the bathroom, a merry smile adorning her features.

"O-Oi..."

Kagome whirled around to stare at the green eyed boy who had hit her with the basketball. He was glancing at the ground, as if he was afraid she was going to snap at him.

"I'm sorry."

His voice was quite and Kagome sent him a thankful smile.

"Thank you for apologizing, but accidents happen. Its okay."

"Let's go, Kagome." Sango called out as she exited the gym, a stack of papers held in her arms, "I got what I need, and we need to go to class now." Her eyes fell on to the green eyed boy and she let out a displeased noise before taking Kagome by her hand. "Before Yukino flips shit about us being late."

"O-Okay!"

"You apologize, Jaeger?"

Eren yelped and turned to face Levi. He nodded quickly and put more space in between them, afraid to get on the short senior's bad side once again.

"Good. I have no idea why you decided to pelt Higurashi with a basketball. You stupid or something?"

"Knock it off, Levi." Mikasa sighed as she walked up to Eren, glaring at her older brother in the process. "Eren apologized, so its okay. Just because you think she's cute doesn't mean you can get all mad and hold a grudge. You two have never even spoken."

"And I didn't have any intentions to hit her," Eren defended himself, "I was trying to help you. The ball landing in front of her would have given you a reason to go talk to her."

"I don't need your help, brat." Levi snapped, "If I wanted to speak with her, I would."

"So why haven't you?" A ginger walked up towards Levi with a small smile, "You did reveal to us you thought she was cute last night during game night."

Levi growled at that. Stupid truth or dare... "I haven't wanted to speak with her. I have had no reason."

"That is why I was trying to give you one!" Eren threw his hands up into the air, "I didn't mean to hurt her!"

"I doubt you hurt her." Mikasa placed a hand gently on Eren's shoulder, "If anything, you just knocked the breath out of her."

Eren nodded slowly, not being able to shake off the guilt he felt. He followed his group of friends, the rest exiting the gym, to their classes.

If he hadn't hurt her, why had he seen what appeared to be blood on Higurashi's blazer?


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