Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Summery: Kagome lives in a home that is slowly killing her. She waits for the day she will be free. Can a mysterious boy help her escape from her life and show her a better place?

Chapter Three: Naraku's Message

I walked home on cloud nine. The September air was cool and felt nice against my skin. I sighed. Nothing could destroy my good mood. Not even Naraku.

For the first time in a long time, I had a good day at school. At first, I thought I was just kidding myself. But I wasn't. I was happy. I had spent so much time shutting myself out from the world. I was finally opening up. The right person knocked on the cell door of this prison I call life. A friend.

Friend.

The word sounded foreign to me. Had you asked me a week ago if I had friends, I would have said, "No. And I like it that way."

I always used to think that having friends was a liability. A weakness. I was already weak enough with Naraku reminding me constantly. Reminding me I wasn't as tough as I wanted to believe. I spent so much time kicking myself for not fighting back but I just didn't have the will too.

No. I stopped thinking about it. I would not let the thought of Naraku spoil my mood. I looked toward the horizon. The sun was hanging in the sky. To its right, what looked to be a storm system was rolling in. I stopped walking and looked at it.

It was a mean gray. I took a long sniff. I could smell the rain in the air. You know, before every storm if you're outside, you can smell the rain. It's distinguishable from all other smells with its aqua aroma.

I turned from the sun and the oncoming storm system, my thoughts turning to Inuyasha for the millionth time. I was so psyched that I had a friend. He was unique as well.

My feet hardly made a noise with each step I took. I watched the sidewalk as I walked, occasionally looking up. I turned on the street with my house.

Quiet little suburbia. Ha. What a joke. Each and every house on that block harbored a secret. Just take a look at mine.

I looked at the quiet, seemingly "decent" houses and the families that lived there. I knew they all held a dark secret.

Fighting.

Adultery.

Pain.

Sorrow.

Abuse.

I pinned one of these words to each of the houses I passed. I saw kids sitting on porches, holding their heads, hunched over. I could relate with these kids even though they were, like, five.

That ruined my good mood.

I turned into my driveway and stopped dead in my tracks. Naraku's car was in the driveway. He usually wasn't home so early. I grit my teeth, gathered my wits and walked to the front door.

I pushed open the door and looked in. The house was quiet. I crept into the front hallway. There wasn't a sound in the house. I crept past the living room, the kitchen, and the computer room. I was almost at the stairs.

I didn't make it.

A hand reached out and gripped my hair. I let out a cry of pain. I was yanked into the living room.

Naraku fisted my hair harder.

"STOP!" I cried. He pulled my back against his chest. He put his lips to my throat and I could feel him smirk. I was terrified. My heart pounded against my rib cage.

"Yell all you want. I am here to inform you that your mother has taken Sota to your grandmothers. Apparently, she is dying. She'll be there at least a week." Naraku said. I felt his tongue snake out and lick my skin. He let out a soft sigh. "So we are here all by ourselves."

I squirmed against his grasp. The thought of being home alone with Naraku made me very uncomfortable. I wiggled out of his grip and he laughed, catching the back of my hood on my sweatshirt. I was pulled to him again. The house grew darker. That storm system must have moved over the sun.

Naraku lifted his head and looked around at the darkening house. He put his lips next to my ear. "The room has darkened for us."

I froze in fear as I felt his hand snake its way under my sweatshirt and caress my taut stomach. His fingers were cold.

"Are you drunk?" I whispered the question. The fear was so thick in my voice it sounded pitiful. Naraku moaned against my ear softly.

"Just a little." he said in a seductive whisper. I felt his hand snake up my chest and his fingers pushed under my bra. His fingers brushed over my nipple and, to my shame, it hardened under his touch.

I snapped out of my trance and kicked him hard. He let out a cry of pain and released me. I stumbled and ran to the stairs, going into my room and slamming the door. I quickly locked it. I heard his laugh.

I collapsed on my bed and stared at the ceiling, angry tears in my eyes. I cursed Naraku's name ten times over.

It still didn't help the worthlessness I felt inside.

Sorry it's short. R&R.

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