Tomoko-chan: Blah, blah, blah, and more blah! I had a fuckin' pimple on my
chin, and I have to go on a date, but I popped the little bastard! Muah! I
just hope the little bump will go away, or at least fade enough to be
covered with make-up. Anywho, back to the fanfic. Did I mention blah? Eh.
. . I have nothing to say. Whatever. Hey, they're playin' techno on the
radio. That's a nice change that I'm willing to accept. ^_^
*****
Kagome's eyes twitched, bothered by the morning sun shining through the rice-paper window covers. She blinked awake, moving a sullen hand to rub the sleep from her eyelids. Her head flopped to one side, somewhat surprised to see her uniform shirt crinkled on the floor instead of the usual sight of her blaring clock/radio. Kagome lifted her upper body as she pushed her long, raven hair out of her face. The covers slipped form her chest, and the tickling sensation of the cold air upon her bare skin made her pause.
She looked down, puzzled and found that she was naked.
Gasping, she clutched the blankets and pulled it to her chin, tears misting her eyes in heated embarrassment. The night all rushed back to her like a gust of wind. There had been screaming, she had tried the incantation, but she couldn't even breathe. He had held her mouth shut and had. . . had. . .
Her body shook like a seizure from her convulsive sobs. "Inuyasha raped me. . ." she whispered, hardly able to believe the words coming out of her mouth and lingering on her tongue. The hanyou that would rather push her away than embrace her snuck into her room and TOOK her and wouldn't let her go.
Kagome cradled her naked body and wept for her loss, as if her virginity was some kind of person who was gone, and would eventually rot away into dust.
*****
"Ew, Inuyasha, that's so gross!" Shippo squealed in childish disgust, turning his head and averting his gaze.
Inuyasha squatted down, heaving another quart of vomit out of his stomach. His head swirled in pain as he glared at the tiny fox demon. "If you don't like it, you can screw yourself, preferably somewhere away from me." He moaned, clutching his abdomen, and dry heaved. "Shit, my fucking stomach. . ." He mumbled pitifully, the bile rising in the back of his throat again.
Shippo bounced a bit on the tree branch, happy he was up there instead of down there, were Inuyasha's clear-colored vomit was hiding cleverly as it slipped under the leaves and slunk through the grass, flowing down hill. "Maybe you have the flu, or ate something icky." He noted, helpfully. "I ate a flower, 'cause I thought it was a dandelion, but it was something else, and I had a tummy ache all day."
"Hate to burst your bubble, kid, but I ain't puking my brains out because I ate a bad flower." Inuyasha wiped his mouth on his sleeve, the bitter taste still in his mouth. He moved his other hand to his forehead, ruffling his long, silver bangs. "Kami-sama, does my head fucking HURT. . ." He cursed bitterly.
"Where's Kagome?" Shippo changed the subject randomly.
"How the fuck should I know?" Inuyasha stood and brushed the dirt from his kimono.
"Why do you keep on saying the 'F' word?" he asked, hopping from one tree branch to another, not taking his chances on the ground.
"'Cause I fucking can."
"I think you know where Kagome is."
"I think you should leave me the fuck alone."
"You're saying the 'F' word because you're angry, aren't you?"
"Why don't you run off and play 'Hide and Go Fuck Yourself'? I'm sure it'll be a lot more sanity-restoring on my part." Inuyasha turned and yelled, anger staining his cheeks. Shippo paused and sat on a tree branch, looking puzzled.
"I've never heard of that game, but I wanna know where Kagome is first."
"I don't fucking know, okay!? Leave me alone. . ." Inuyasha swiveled his foot and ran in the opposite direction. Shippo stood on the tree branch, watching him flee into the forest, like a scarlet wolf.
"Hey, Inuyasha!" Shippo called out, praying he would defy reality by listening to him and come back. Of course, he didn't, and was soon gone out of sight. Chippo bounced into a sitting position, ruffling the prickly needles of the pine tree, and placed a finger to his chin in deep thought.
"Maybe Inuyasha's cranky because Kagome spent the night last night." He rubbed his chin, thinking aloud. "Or what if Kagome ran away?" He worried as pale fright rushed to his face. "No, she wouldn't do that." Shippo calmed himself, standing up and traveling back to the village by walking on the tree branches. The forest soon ended, and he hopped down to continue on the grass. "Hm, maybe she's sick or something. I should go check on her!" He concurred, eye gleaming in excitement. He ran north and soon showed up at Myouga's front porch.
"Hello? Anyone home?" His light voice echoed through the barren hall. His ear perked up instantly as a muffled cry whispered through the walls. "Kagome? Is that you?" He walked towards her room. "Are you crying? What's wrong?" He stopped by her door, and waited for a response. "Kagome?"
"Go away, Shippo." Her voice was hard and stern, but softened by the sobs she was struggling against. "Please, just send Kaede here."
"But why?"
"Just do it! Please. . ." Another retch of a cry escaped her.
"Okay. Should I get Inuyasha too?"
"No! No, no! Anything but that! Please, God, no!" Her voice erupted like an emotional volcano, her scream high and desperate. Shippo jumped at her squeals, and his eyes grew soft and worried.
"A-alright. I'll be right back."
Shippo turned his heel and ran, chased away by the continuous sobs from Kagome's room. He swiveled into the kitchen, where Kaede sat on her legs, stirring the rice over a boiling pot.
"Kaede-baba! Kagome-"
"Oh, before you speak, please go wake up that lazy girl. Try to find Inuyasha as well. They're going to miss breakfast. I can't believe they are such late-sleepers. . ." She drifted of, her wooden spoon interlaced between her wise, wrinkled fingers. Shippo grunted in frustration.
"No! You don't understand! Kagome and Inuyasha are both awake! But Inuyasha is upset and Kagome is crying in her room. She wants your help."
"Oh? Is she sick?"
"I don't know. Inuyasha was throwing up a wile ago, though."
"Damn, I hope a flu isn't going around." She stood and wiped the dust from her kimono pants. "You stay here, Shippo. I have a feeling Kagome's problem is a feminine thing that would not concern or interest you at all." She pat his head, ruffling his layers of oak-hued fur. She walked, calmly and steadily until she stopped by the doorway and gently knocked.
"Kagome? Did you ask for me?"
"Kaede. . ." She whimpered helplessly.
"I'm coming in, alright?" She cracked the door open, allowing a sliver of light into the darkened room. Kagome had draped a cloth over the window, shielding all light. Now, she was hidden behind a barrage of blankets, tears streaking her face. Kaede nearly gasped.
"Kagome, what has happened?" She entered the room and closed the door solemnly behind her. Kagome's eye's swelled to the size of tea cups, bulging with tears. She thrust the covers from her body, exposing herself, naked and bloody.
"Kaede!" She screamed, clamping her eyes shut. "He came into my room, and he pushed me down, and he covered my mouth, and he RAPED ME, KAEDE! HE RAPED ME!" She buried her face in her hands, weeping in anguish. Kaede looked at her futon and legs, spotted with dried blood. Kagome's arms were still stained red from the pressure of Inuyasha's hands. Her eye grew wide, the other concealed by the black leather patch.
Her words caught in her throat, Kaede could only watch in pity as Kagome's fresh tear dropped upon the caked puddles of blood.
*****
"Shit...shit...shit!"
Inuyasha felt like whacking his head against a tree. He would rather be unconscious than continue feeling this pain. His head reeled in nauseating circles, blurring form into contorted puzzles of things. His stomach bubbled angrily every ten minutes, leaking in a few torturing dry heaves that stung his throat with false acids that burned like a fake fire. He staggered into the forest, slowing to a quick walk before halting altogether. She stopped and panted, ready to begin the vomiting process all over again. He slunk to his knees, his palms breaking his fall onto the firm, yet soft-textured dirt.
"Dammit," He hissed allowed, squinting his eyes in pain. "I can't move." Inuyasha felt his muscles slip, and allowed himself to fall on his side. His eyes drooped, and he felt suddenly sleepy. His silver mane curled around his finger tips, and he watched them, fascinated. His body fell from him, and he was surrounded within his mind, as if inside a natural high.
::No, Inuyasha! Stop it!::
He didn't bother opening his eyes.
::Inuyasha, it's me! Kagome!::
His eyes lifted slowly, half-closed, slivers of his amber eyes glistening with pain.
::Why are you doing this to me!? No, Inuyasha! That hurts! Stop it!::
"'Shaddup'." He slurred, recalling the memory. Had he really been so harsh to her? She had said nothing of this to him, but he could smell her fear and thoughts. He could almost taste her words, thick and frightened.
::What. . .What are you. . .::
"'Jesus, Kagome, you really are a virgin'." Blinking, then raising his eyelids sluggishly again, Inuyasha mumbled into the ground. The viridian sunlight poured onto the grass like butter, warming his face. He looked groggily into the forest of weeds. Everything seemed so foggy, so futile. Could he remember anything other than her thoughts?
::Inuyasha's raping me. . .::
His pupils widened, the memory smacking his brain into full consciousness. He snapped into a sitting position, leaves flying from his kimono. He whooped in a gust of air, reminding himself to breath. Staring down at his hands, snarled with smudges of mud, he gasped.
'I can smell her blood on me.'
The blood was not wounded or scared; just afraid. The scent overwhelmed him. He could feel it wriggling on his tongue, against his mouth, gagging him at the back of his throat. Inuyasha nearly vomited as the blood lingered in his mouth.
'Why do I have her blood? I. . .I. . .'
It seemed to rush back into him, like a bird zooming by a tree. He had seen her, felt her, taken her into his arms and. . .
Inuyasha pushed the air into his lungs, unable to recognize this sensation inside of him. His hands shook, the sharp fingernails digging into the flesh of his calloused palm as he squeezed his hand into a fist. It was only when the shaking subsided that he understood.
'This feeling. . . It is terror.'
*****
"MIROKU!"
Inuyasha tore open the vegetation surrounding the lake, revealing Miroku sitting peacefully on a rock by the water. His legs were crossed and his arm raised, praying silently with utter concentration. Slowly, he revealed the dark pools of calmness within his eyes and looked at Inuyasha.
"What is it? Why are you yelling?" He spoke smoothly. Inuyasha panted, walking briskly toward him. He fell to his knees in front of him, almost looking like a begging dog.
"I need to ask a favor of you."
"Of course."
"Now, don't get used to it, but. . ."
"Yes?"
Inuyasha released a blush. "I need to make some confessions."
Miroku raised a black eyebrow, a small smirk crossing his lips. "Confessions?"
"Yea, a confession of my sins."
"Alright. I'm listening."
He in took a breath, a shiver escaping him. "You know I've killed a lot of people. I don't really care about that, but I just thought I'd come out and say it. I have killed. I've liked it a lot."
Miroku nodded. "Go on."
"Anyways, last night, I. . ." He paused. "I think I got drunk."
"You think?" Miroku laughed.
"I can't really remember."
"I think that answers your doubt."
"Yea, but also. . ." He stopped, staring at the ground. "I think I. . . had sex. You know, outside of marriage. Outside of love, I think, too."
"I see. So, while incapacitated, you fulfilled your lusting for someone?"
"Uh-huh."
"What brought you to think that? Seeing as your memory is rusty, and all."
"Well, I smelt blood on my hands."
"So you think you took a maiden."
"Yea." Inuyasha bowed his head in shame, his silver bangs shielding his eyes.
"Do you know who it was? Was it a village girl?"
"No," He hesitated. "It was Kagome."
*****
Tomoko-chan: Blah. Sorry it took so long and that it's so short. It probably is crappy too...waaagh... If you want better chapters, please help me and give me some ideas. I dunno what to write! -_- Pweeze help meee...
Oh, and Happy Holidays!
*****
Kagome's eyes twitched, bothered by the morning sun shining through the rice-paper window covers. She blinked awake, moving a sullen hand to rub the sleep from her eyelids. Her head flopped to one side, somewhat surprised to see her uniform shirt crinkled on the floor instead of the usual sight of her blaring clock/radio. Kagome lifted her upper body as she pushed her long, raven hair out of her face. The covers slipped form her chest, and the tickling sensation of the cold air upon her bare skin made her pause.
She looked down, puzzled and found that she was naked.
Gasping, she clutched the blankets and pulled it to her chin, tears misting her eyes in heated embarrassment. The night all rushed back to her like a gust of wind. There had been screaming, she had tried the incantation, but she couldn't even breathe. He had held her mouth shut and had. . . had. . .
Her body shook like a seizure from her convulsive sobs. "Inuyasha raped me. . ." she whispered, hardly able to believe the words coming out of her mouth and lingering on her tongue. The hanyou that would rather push her away than embrace her snuck into her room and TOOK her and wouldn't let her go.
Kagome cradled her naked body and wept for her loss, as if her virginity was some kind of person who was gone, and would eventually rot away into dust.
*****
"Ew, Inuyasha, that's so gross!" Shippo squealed in childish disgust, turning his head and averting his gaze.
Inuyasha squatted down, heaving another quart of vomit out of his stomach. His head swirled in pain as he glared at the tiny fox demon. "If you don't like it, you can screw yourself, preferably somewhere away from me." He moaned, clutching his abdomen, and dry heaved. "Shit, my fucking stomach. . ." He mumbled pitifully, the bile rising in the back of his throat again.
Shippo bounced a bit on the tree branch, happy he was up there instead of down there, were Inuyasha's clear-colored vomit was hiding cleverly as it slipped under the leaves and slunk through the grass, flowing down hill. "Maybe you have the flu, or ate something icky." He noted, helpfully. "I ate a flower, 'cause I thought it was a dandelion, but it was something else, and I had a tummy ache all day."
"Hate to burst your bubble, kid, but I ain't puking my brains out because I ate a bad flower." Inuyasha wiped his mouth on his sleeve, the bitter taste still in his mouth. He moved his other hand to his forehead, ruffling his long, silver bangs. "Kami-sama, does my head fucking HURT. . ." He cursed bitterly.
"Where's Kagome?" Shippo changed the subject randomly.
"How the fuck should I know?" Inuyasha stood and brushed the dirt from his kimono.
"Why do you keep on saying the 'F' word?" he asked, hopping from one tree branch to another, not taking his chances on the ground.
"'Cause I fucking can."
"I think you know where Kagome is."
"I think you should leave me the fuck alone."
"You're saying the 'F' word because you're angry, aren't you?"
"Why don't you run off and play 'Hide and Go Fuck Yourself'? I'm sure it'll be a lot more sanity-restoring on my part." Inuyasha turned and yelled, anger staining his cheeks. Shippo paused and sat on a tree branch, looking puzzled.
"I've never heard of that game, but I wanna know where Kagome is first."
"I don't fucking know, okay!? Leave me alone. . ." Inuyasha swiveled his foot and ran in the opposite direction. Shippo stood on the tree branch, watching him flee into the forest, like a scarlet wolf.
"Hey, Inuyasha!" Shippo called out, praying he would defy reality by listening to him and come back. Of course, he didn't, and was soon gone out of sight. Chippo bounced into a sitting position, ruffling the prickly needles of the pine tree, and placed a finger to his chin in deep thought.
"Maybe Inuyasha's cranky because Kagome spent the night last night." He rubbed his chin, thinking aloud. "Or what if Kagome ran away?" He worried as pale fright rushed to his face. "No, she wouldn't do that." Shippo calmed himself, standing up and traveling back to the village by walking on the tree branches. The forest soon ended, and he hopped down to continue on the grass. "Hm, maybe she's sick or something. I should go check on her!" He concurred, eye gleaming in excitement. He ran north and soon showed up at Myouga's front porch.
"Hello? Anyone home?" His light voice echoed through the barren hall. His ear perked up instantly as a muffled cry whispered through the walls. "Kagome? Is that you?" He walked towards her room. "Are you crying? What's wrong?" He stopped by her door, and waited for a response. "Kagome?"
"Go away, Shippo." Her voice was hard and stern, but softened by the sobs she was struggling against. "Please, just send Kaede here."
"But why?"
"Just do it! Please. . ." Another retch of a cry escaped her.
"Okay. Should I get Inuyasha too?"
"No! No, no! Anything but that! Please, God, no!" Her voice erupted like an emotional volcano, her scream high and desperate. Shippo jumped at her squeals, and his eyes grew soft and worried.
"A-alright. I'll be right back."
Shippo turned his heel and ran, chased away by the continuous sobs from Kagome's room. He swiveled into the kitchen, where Kaede sat on her legs, stirring the rice over a boiling pot.
"Kaede-baba! Kagome-"
"Oh, before you speak, please go wake up that lazy girl. Try to find Inuyasha as well. They're going to miss breakfast. I can't believe they are such late-sleepers. . ." She drifted of, her wooden spoon interlaced between her wise, wrinkled fingers. Shippo grunted in frustration.
"No! You don't understand! Kagome and Inuyasha are both awake! But Inuyasha is upset and Kagome is crying in her room. She wants your help."
"Oh? Is she sick?"
"I don't know. Inuyasha was throwing up a wile ago, though."
"Damn, I hope a flu isn't going around." She stood and wiped the dust from her kimono pants. "You stay here, Shippo. I have a feeling Kagome's problem is a feminine thing that would not concern or interest you at all." She pat his head, ruffling his layers of oak-hued fur. She walked, calmly and steadily until she stopped by the doorway and gently knocked.
"Kagome? Did you ask for me?"
"Kaede. . ." She whimpered helplessly.
"I'm coming in, alright?" She cracked the door open, allowing a sliver of light into the darkened room. Kagome had draped a cloth over the window, shielding all light. Now, she was hidden behind a barrage of blankets, tears streaking her face. Kaede nearly gasped.
"Kagome, what has happened?" She entered the room and closed the door solemnly behind her. Kagome's eye's swelled to the size of tea cups, bulging with tears. She thrust the covers from her body, exposing herself, naked and bloody.
"Kaede!" She screamed, clamping her eyes shut. "He came into my room, and he pushed me down, and he covered my mouth, and he RAPED ME, KAEDE! HE RAPED ME!" She buried her face in her hands, weeping in anguish. Kaede looked at her futon and legs, spotted with dried blood. Kagome's arms were still stained red from the pressure of Inuyasha's hands. Her eye grew wide, the other concealed by the black leather patch.
Her words caught in her throat, Kaede could only watch in pity as Kagome's fresh tear dropped upon the caked puddles of blood.
*****
"Shit...shit...shit!"
Inuyasha felt like whacking his head against a tree. He would rather be unconscious than continue feeling this pain. His head reeled in nauseating circles, blurring form into contorted puzzles of things. His stomach bubbled angrily every ten minutes, leaking in a few torturing dry heaves that stung his throat with false acids that burned like a fake fire. He staggered into the forest, slowing to a quick walk before halting altogether. She stopped and panted, ready to begin the vomiting process all over again. He slunk to his knees, his palms breaking his fall onto the firm, yet soft-textured dirt.
"Dammit," He hissed allowed, squinting his eyes in pain. "I can't move." Inuyasha felt his muscles slip, and allowed himself to fall on his side. His eyes drooped, and he felt suddenly sleepy. His silver mane curled around his finger tips, and he watched them, fascinated. His body fell from him, and he was surrounded within his mind, as if inside a natural high.
::No, Inuyasha! Stop it!::
He didn't bother opening his eyes.
::Inuyasha, it's me! Kagome!::
His eyes lifted slowly, half-closed, slivers of his amber eyes glistening with pain.
::Why are you doing this to me!? No, Inuyasha! That hurts! Stop it!::
"'Shaddup'." He slurred, recalling the memory. Had he really been so harsh to her? She had said nothing of this to him, but he could smell her fear and thoughts. He could almost taste her words, thick and frightened.
::What. . .What are you. . .::
"'Jesus, Kagome, you really are a virgin'." Blinking, then raising his eyelids sluggishly again, Inuyasha mumbled into the ground. The viridian sunlight poured onto the grass like butter, warming his face. He looked groggily into the forest of weeds. Everything seemed so foggy, so futile. Could he remember anything other than her thoughts?
::Inuyasha's raping me. . .::
His pupils widened, the memory smacking his brain into full consciousness. He snapped into a sitting position, leaves flying from his kimono. He whooped in a gust of air, reminding himself to breath. Staring down at his hands, snarled with smudges of mud, he gasped.
'I can smell her blood on me.'
The blood was not wounded or scared; just afraid. The scent overwhelmed him. He could feel it wriggling on his tongue, against his mouth, gagging him at the back of his throat. Inuyasha nearly vomited as the blood lingered in his mouth.
'Why do I have her blood? I. . .I. . .'
It seemed to rush back into him, like a bird zooming by a tree. He had seen her, felt her, taken her into his arms and. . .
Inuyasha pushed the air into his lungs, unable to recognize this sensation inside of him. His hands shook, the sharp fingernails digging into the flesh of his calloused palm as he squeezed his hand into a fist. It was only when the shaking subsided that he understood.
'This feeling. . . It is terror.'
*****
"MIROKU!"
Inuyasha tore open the vegetation surrounding the lake, revealing Miroku sitting peacefully on a rock by the water. His legs were crossed and his arm raised, praying silently with utter concentration. Slowly, he revealed the dark pools of calmness within his eyes and looked at Inuyasha.
"What is it? Why are you yelling?" He spoke smoothly. Inuyasha panted, walking briskly toward him. He fell to his knees in front of him, almost looking like a begging dog.
"I need to ask a favor of you."
"Of course."
"Now, don't get used to it, but. . ."
"Yes?"
Inuyasha released a blush. "I need to make some confessions."
Miroku raised a black eyebrow, a small smirk crossing his lips. "Confessions?"
"Yea, a confession of my sins."
"Alright. I'm listening."
He in took a breath, a shiver escaping him. "You know I've killed a lot of people. I don't really care about that, but I just thought I'd come out and say it. I have killed. I've liked it a lot."
Miroku nodded. "Go on."
"Anyways, last night, I. . ." He paused. "I think I got drunk."
"You think?" Miroku laughed.
"I can't really remember."
"I think that answers your doubt."
"Yea, but also. . ." He stopped, staring at the ground. "I think I. . . had sex. You know, outside of marriage. Outside of love, I think, too."
"I see. So, while incapacitated, you fulfilled your lusting for someone?"
"Uh-huh."
"What brought you to think that? Seeing as your memory is rusty, and all."
"Well, I smelt blood on my hands."
"So you think you took a maiden."
"Yea." Inuyasha bowed his head in shame, his silver bangs shielding his eyes.
"Do you know who it was? Was it a village girl?"
"No," He hesitated. "It was Kagome."
*****
Tomoko-chan: Blah. Sorry it took so long and that it's so short. It probably is crappy too...waaagh... If you want better chapters, please help me and give me some ideas. I dunno what to write! -_- Pweeze help meee...
Oh, and Happy Holidays!