A/n: Ah, no one likes this, or at least they don't like it enough to review, but since some people actually looked at it, and I'm assuming read it, I'll continue. At least, I'll continue one more chapter. After this I'm wiping this story from the net, unless someone tells me not to.
I can't watch this any longer; I can't fucking watch him practically rut her in my fucking forest! My own damn forest! How can they do this to me, and here of all places? I can't watch this! And even though it's fucking killing me to see her looking so damn happy with my own bastard of a brother, I can't look away. As much as I want to, have to, I can't look away.
I can't do this…
She's smiling now, she laughing. She's pulling back coyly and smiling that innocent little smile. That smile she used to give me when we would share secrets. She probably fucking told everything I've ever said to her to him! Maybe they don't even talk… Maybe they just fuck. Maybe they're doing this to sabotage my life! It sure feels like they're honestly trying to hurt me. Not like I really care…
A glance in my direction, our eyes lock for a second. He sees me. He's looking right at me, and he's fucking smiling. Smirking really, his twisted little way of telling me to fuck off. His way of telling me I've lost, again.
Damn him! He just loves to do this. He loves to take everything I hold dear and ruin it! He doesn't love her. He doesn't love her like I love her! He just can't stand to see me happy, or even nearly happy. I know he doesn't love her. I can see it in his eyes. I can see it written on his face. He doesn't love her at all.
And she… I don't even know. I don't even know what the hell is running through her head right now. Dumb bitch. Manipulative bitch. Betraying bitch. Whore! Nothing but a whore. Everything and more. She's such a liar. I can't stand it! I can't handle this again! I've already lost one woman, I can't do it again. Not now, not her.
What is she thinking! Why is she doing this?
I really though I could love her, open up to her. Fuck that, I did. I did love her, I did open up to her. And I trusted her! And this is what I get in return, nothing but another betrayal. More pain, more than I can stand! Gods, what did I do to deserve this, this life of nothing but grief?
It is times like these that I wish I were dead. Hmm, funny. Where is Kikyou when I need her? At this moment all I need is Kikyou to come traipsing up, with her offer to take me to Hell, and I would go. Willingly. I would grab her and hold her close, pretend she was the real Kikyou, the one I knew years ago, and wait for Hell to swallow me up. Death doesn't hurt like this hurts right now, it couldn't possibly.
He locks eyes with me once more, and smirks once again. And I want to rip his face from his skull. I want to scream. I want to castrate him for even touching this mere human wench. I want to kill him in the most violent, bloody way possible. And her…
I want to just hold her head under the water until all the bubbles stop floating to the surface. I want to cry, which is saying something. I haven't felt the urge to cry since mother died, over a century ago. But at this moment I want to scream, cry, kill. And I truly do want to die.
Still lurking in the tree top canopy, I watch as he turns and leaves, trailing a clawed digit down her cheek and neck. To my disgust she shudders, and not in fear. And the urge to jump down from my hiding place and rip off his other arm as well increases. But nothing more comes from his touch, thank god, and he leaves, finally.
She turns and smiles, she looks happy. She looks fulfilled. And it takes me a moment to relax my jaw enough to open it to breath. I start to remove my hands from the branch and I notice how my claws have embedded themselves into the bark. Funny, I don't remember doing that. Retching them free, I prepare to spring on her.
Crouching and springing up quickly, I soar over the tree tops for a second, then fall like a rock to the ground, nearly silently. She sees me, and freezes. Her mouth twitches, tries to form an innocent smile, and fails, falling into a guilty frown. She looks like she doesn't know where to turn, what to do, say. And I love it. I love her look of complete turmoil. In a sick way, it makes me feel better.
But it doesn't make up for the fact that she was just coupled with my brother.
"Inuyasha. I can explain." Ah, so she has found her voice at last. I doubt she can, and I don't want to listen. Because even after all that, if she lies and tells me it'll never happen again, I'll believe her. And I'll take her back. And I'll go on loving her. And I can't let that happen.
To be continued!
Maybe, if someone reviews. I don't mind if it's only one person, but I at least need to know someone is really reading this. Like I said, if no one is really reading, I'll simply delete this story. However, if I have even only one loyal, reviewing reader, I'll write more. Ja ne.