Title: Impervious

Summary: After the death of Kikyo, Inuyasha is devastated and starts to abuse Kagome, destroying the well too. Kagome tries to escape and runs into an even bigger problem, Bankotsu. BanKag

Author: IInvierno

Chapter: Abuse

NOTE: When I refer to Izayoi, I mean Kagome NOT INUYASHA'S MOTHER!


"I-Inuyasha, we need more supplies," Izayoi whispered weakly, eyes closed shut tightly and hands clasped. Her back was facing him, so she wouldn't she the anger flash on his face.

It had been five years since Kikyo's death and Inuyasha's abusive ways had started. They still continued to travel together, though not by her choice. It seemed as if she had never been from the future, you couldn't tell it on her person. From her speech, clothing, and gait it seemed that she was perfectly normal in that era.

As she had suspected she met her well known friend, the floor.

"I don't care bitch," the angered hanyou screamed with furry. He crawled over to her, cupping her face in his dirty, clawed palm.

"You love me don't you? Do you really want the only one who loves you to have to suffer by taking shit from those humans?" he asked her tenderly with a smirk planted on his gritty face.

A tear escaped from her eye, sliding down her porcelain face. She shook her head quietly. "No," she whispered, pain written all over her face.

"That's my girl," he said with a smile and licked the tear from her cheek. He got up from his squatted position on the forest floor, dropping her head roughly in the process.

"I'm hungry bitch," he said cruelly, while grabbing a large bottle of abandoned Sake on the floor and gulping it all down in one sip.

Izayoi quickly got up from her position on the forest floor, the sudden movement making her earlier abused head pang in hurt. She began making the drunken hanyou's "dinner" in absolute silence.

After the chicken that had been killed in order for her to make dinner was done cooking, Izayoi handed the well prepared poultry to the almost sleeping hanyou.

Inuyasha grabbed the chicken roughly out of her dirty, nimble fingers and began eating savagely.

"Here bitch," he called to the silent girl sitting by the fire.

Izayoi gingerly took the baseball sized piece of meat and sat back by the fire to eat in silence, as Inuyasha began dozing off to sleep.


Izayoi watched and waited in anticipation as the last flickers of the camp fire burned out. She cautiously looked over at the sleep fallen hanyou and slowly began to get up.

She started to slowly walk away from the small camp site until she was right in front of a tall oak tree. With one final look back, she began a mad dash away from the camp site never looking back, all the while making sure to erase her scent.


Izayoi smiled tiredly when she saw a small village in the distance. It had been two days since she had escaped from Inuyasha. She was tired, hungry, and injured from the many thorns and vines she had run into.

But, suddenly she felt a burst of energy upon seeing the village and eagerly ran to the village up ahead.

When Izayoi came into the village she got many odd looks from the village people. The village wasn't big at all; in fact it was the smallest village she had ever seen before. It was so small, that she could see all the houses and businesses that were present in it. Though, that would defiantly come in handy. The village was placed on a cliff that was cleverly walled in.

Izayoi quickly set off looking for someone to help her, but found out in horror that no one would even look at her. She tried pleading and begging, but that only made it worse.

In defeat, Izayoi sat down on the forest floor and began to cry and didn't notice she was behind a small two story house.

"Dear, are you alright?" a meek voice asked gently.

Izayoi looked up through her tears to see a short, stout old woman. Though the woman was old, she was still very beautiful. Her pure white hair was tied in a tight bun on the top of her hair held together by a pair of black chopsticks. Her eyes were squinted but Izayoi saw that her eyes were a blue that matched her own. The woman wore a mud pink dress with a white apron simply tied around her plump waist and had the standard wooden sandals on.

"Can you help me, please?" Izayoi asked softly, tears still rolling from her eyes.

"Oh please come in dear. I'll get you all better," the old woman said kindly, escorting Izayoi into the house Izayoi had been behind earlier.

When Izayoi entered the house she saw an old man sitting down on a pillow sipping tea. Upon their arrival the old man looked up at the two and smiled.

"Hello there," the man said smiling warmly and getting up to bow politely.

"Hello," Izayoi replied and bowed back respectively.

The old man took the site of the young woman in, as if searching for something. The woman was very curvy. She was pale and had dirt clinging to her everywhere. She had long midnight black hair reaching to the middle of her rear, but was matted with dirt and grass. But, what shocked him the most were her blue eyes which seemed to match that of his own and his wife's.

"This is my husband, Kido. Oh, and my name is Onkou. We are the Junshinmuku's. What is your name?" the old woman asked softly.

"My name is Izayoi," she replied. She had forgotten her real name after all those years of cruel reminders of the name stolen from Inuyasha's mother.

"That's a beautiful name," the woman complimented. "Come on let's get you cleaned up," the woman said and escorted her out of the living room.


After Izayoi was fully cleaned she felt wonderful. She had been bathes, where her hair was also washed. She was also clothed with clothes that Onkou had gone out and quickly bought while Izayoi was bathing.

"Okay, tell me what you think?" Onkou asked excitedly as she showed Izayoi to the floor mirror in the lone room upstairs.

Izayoi stared at her reflection in shock. Her skin was no longer as pale as it had been; it now held a pinkish glow. Her long black hair was pulled into a neat braid cascading down below her rear. She wore a plain Easter yellow kimono with pink trimming and an obi with matching yellow slippers. To top it all off she had simple pink plastic ball shaped earrings on.

"You like it?" Onkou asked scarcely, her hands clasped together.

"I love it!" Izayoi explained and hugged the old woman gingerly.

"Come on let me give you a tour of the house," Onkou said eagerly. "This room right here is your room, for as long as you need it," she said happily.

Izayoi smiled with happiness. "Thank you so much," she said softly and hugged the woman again.

"Come on let me show you the rest," Onkou said pulling an unsuspecting Izayoi down the wooden steps.