Disclaimer: Me? Own Inuyasha? No way!

A/N: Well...err...I don't know where this came from. I have been wanting to write a really bloody, violent, sad, angsty, depressing, romance-ish sort of fic where I drive at least one person crazy and kill off some other characters. Lovely ain't it?

Warnings: This is rated R for language, violence, adult situations, and character death. For those of you who have a problem with a major/minor character dying, Fluffy, Sango, Hojo, Koga, Kagome or someone like that, then I wouldn't recommend this story. I would also like to say that not all stories have a happy ending.

The entire story is Inuyasha's Point of View (told from his point).

Betrayal

Chapter One: Finding Out

Present Tense

No. Not her. I couldn't have...I wouldn't...I didn't.

I did.

I begin to wash my hands furiously. Damn it. The scent of her blood is all over me. It covers me. I can't believe...I can't believe...

Pathetic. I can't even bring myself to think it. My stomach feels like it's turning itself inside out, and my throat is already burning. I'm going to vomit again, probably for the hundredth time this morning.

Blood. Blood. All I can smell is blood. All I can taste, all I can see, all I can fucking hear is blood. Everywhere. Smothering me.

And I like it.

And I hate it.

I pull my hands out of the water, studying my claws. They are still red. The scent of it wafts to my nose and I growl. I flex my hands, and suddenly the memory of flesh ripping between my fingers, the feeling of tearing human bone apart makes itself known to me.

Oh Kami...what have I done?

Past Tense

"You guys!" I groaned, letting the pink bike and yellow bag slide off of my shoulders and onto the dirt. "Carry your own damn bike! My arm is killing me!"

Heavy sighs echoed from everyone in the group. Sango glanced at me, shaking her head as a small smile appeared on her lips. Miroku, seeing his opportunity and letting the more hentai part of his mind- the only part that ever works properly around Sango- take over, reached over to grope her. Her eyes widened and her face heated with a deep blush. Stuttering something, she lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face, leaving a hand print on his cheek. Served him right, the damned horny monk.

Kagome just shook her head and smiled softly at them. She always thought they were 'cute'. I thought they were disgusting. She began walking over to me, that same smile on her face and she kneeled down in front of my sitting form.

"Tired?" she asked softly.

I narrowed my golden eyes at her. "No," I snarled defensively. "It's just that..." I trailed off, looking down at my right arm.

She reached out, her touch feather light against my haori. "It's still aching from having to lift Tetsusiga isn't it?" she questioned me.

I nodded. "It's not my fault that stupid old man made my sword to heavy," I said.

"Don't worry so much Inuyasha," she said. "Soon you'll be able to wield it with one arm, like you used to do."

"Well I know that," I barked.

"Good," she said with a sweet smile. "Now stop complaining and come on. We've got a lot of ground together if we're going to reach that village before any other demons get there."

She patted my head, gently raking her fingers over my ears, causing me to shiver slightly. I cursed her naivety; if only she had known how sensitive my ears were. Maybe she wouldn't have touched me so freely. Being careful not to hit her injured arm, she tried to grab her bag. It slipped through her fingers, causing various items to fall out. She cursed softly under her breath and quickly began stuffing things back inside. I grabbed something, a piece of paper, and put it back inside. When I looked back up at her she was blushing, her face even redder than Sango's had been when Miroku was letting his famous wandering hands...well...wander.

I blinked her, not at all understanding why she was nervous. Then I realized it must have been that piece of paper I picked up. I pondered what it could have been for a moment. Since she was so nervous, I figured it must be important, something I wasn't supposed to see.

I had to get that paper.

It was only natural that I was curious. I was so curious, in fact, that instead of just grabbing her bag and pouring everything out so that I could find the paper again, I began plotting instead.

Now, I know, I'm not really the plotting type. But this was Kagome. I didn't want her to be angry with me. For one, I hated it when we fought; she would always insult me, then sit me, then go home, and then I would have to be without her for a while again. I decided it was better if I just found out what it was in private so we could avoid a conflict. I decided to wait until everyone was out.

"Thanks," she murmured.

The houshi then walked over, still rubbing his stinging cheek and muttering something about hormonal demon slayer's under his breath. I chuckled when Sango threw a rock at his head, yelling that she could hear him. He laughed nervously and tried to give her that charming please-don't-hurt-me look. With the same smile, he picked up Kagome's bag, swinging it over his shoulders and also picking up the bike. She thanked him and we continued on our way to the village.

Kagome had detected a jewel shard a few days earlier. Rumor had it that a large deer had ransacked a village. A small militia managed to bring it down, and found a small piece of the Shikon jewel embedded in it's neck. If that was true, then it was one more shard we could add to our collection.

I glanced back, making sure that Kagome was all right. It looked like her arm had been bothering her lately. Ever since Kohaku had wounded her with his weapon, she had been acting strangely. I wanted to kill that boy for daring to hurt her, but I couldn't. He did still have a human heart, and he was Sango's younger brother; I just couldn't bring myself to kill him.

Of course, I would have never admitted that to any of the rest of them. I know that Kagome could tell why I didn't kill Kohaku. She always did have a way of seeing right through me. Stupid wench. I hated the way she could do that. The way she could just look at me and know everything that I was feeling. It irked me, yet I was so oddly comforted by it. When I was with her, I never had to hide.

I never knew exactly what she was feeling. She was a strange one, Kagome. Always acting happy, like everything was all right. Even when Kikyo had stolen her jewel shards she had still refused to admit that it had been her. I wished that I had known her like she knew me. I just wanted to be able to read her like that, to be able to look into her eyes and know exactly how I could help her. She never let me get that close.

We were close. We were friends. Good friends. More then that. But I never knew the real her. I was to preoccupied. With the shards, with Naraku, with Kikyo, with my damn sword; I never got under her skin. Not like she did to me.

Before I knew it, day had turned to night. The sun that filled sky was suddenly dotted with brightly shinning stars. I was calmer at night. I don't know why, I just always had been. We stopped to make camp. We were in a hurry to get to the village, but we'd been traveling almost non-stop for the past three days. Miroku was still weak from gathering all of those poisonous insects, Sango was still heart broken from Kohaku, and Kagome was still hurt. And I was just cranky. I couldn't pick up my sword, couldn't fight, and had to deal with a group of whining nigens. Plus an annoying kit. I swear, sometimes traveling with all of them was a complete Hell.

After Kagome had whipped up some Ramen- I loved that stuff- she and Sango announced that they were going to see if they could find some type of spring or lake to bathe in, and that if they saw Miroku anywhere near them, there would be blood spilt.

That was my perfect opportunity. They would take Shippo with them, and even with their threats, Miroku would never pass up a chance to see both of them naked; even if he was already injured.

Kagome gathered all of her bathing supplies and she, Shippo, and Sango left. About five minutes afterwards, the hentai also known as Miroku went after them.

I eyed the yellow bag warily. Scanning my golden eyes around the camp ground, I lunged at, quickly gathering it. I crawled over to a small hiding place behind a rock. Laughing manically- but very quietly so that no one would hear me of course- I poured out the bag's contents.

There was some weird shit in that bag.

Packets of Ramen- yum!- as well as some other food items. There was a book with Algebra written on it. That, as I found out, was not food. It was hard and papery and just plain nasty. There was a necklace. I held it up and it shined in the moonlight. There was a small charm on it, an Angel I think. Also, there was a change of clothes. At least, I think they were clothes. They were small, smaller then what Kagome usually wore.

A sparkling black thing. It was like a kind of tube of fabric. I stared it. I even attempted to put it one, which wasn't a very pretty sight. There was also one of those skirts, but it was different then the one Kagome wore all of the time. It was red, sparkling like the other...thing. There were some weird sandals in there too. Not really sandals, more like torture devices. They were small and had spikes on the end. They were at least five inches tall and only half an inch wide. I was confused. Very, very confused.

Then I found a piece of paper. It wasn't the one I had grabbed earlier. It was folded strangely and had small flowers and stars drawn on it. '4 Ur Eyes Only' was written in bold on the top of it. Shrugging, I opened it and held up to the moon light, trying my best to read it.

Dear Kagome,

What's up? How's it going? Haven't seen you around school lately. Your grandfather said you had pneumonia. I really hope you get better. My mom is sending you over her homemade soup; it's the best medicine this side of Tokyo. Anyway, as sorry as I am, your sickness isn't what this letter is about. As you probably know, this new club, Illusions, opened up a few weeks ago. There is going to be this really awesome rave there Saturday night. I was thinking maybe we could go together. My brother has been nagging me to show him this girlfriend of mine, so I'm really hoping you can make it.

Get well soon, Hojo.

P.S. Thanks for going to the movies with me last night. I'm still really sorry for getting us caught by the ushers; you're just so kissable. I hope to see you Saturday.

I stared at the letter in my hand. I didn't think about the pneumonia, or what a rave was, or even what a movie was. The last line was what kept repeating over in my mind.

You're just so kissable.

Kissable. Kissable. Kissable.

I hope to see you Saturday.

Kissable. Kissable. Kissable.

She...must have...kissed this...Hojo guy.

It took a while for this to sink in. Kagome was some boy's girlfriend, whatever in the hell that was. And she had been going out with him. And she had been kissing him. I looked back down at the clothes which I held in my hands. Growling softly, I began searching through the rest of the items on the ground.

No my mind screamed. This can't be right. Kagome couldn't be with someone else. We were together weren't we? At least, that's what I thought. After she had seen me with Kikyo, she had come back, and had said all those things. Hadn't that meant that we were together?

I found the piece of paper that I'd put back in her bag earlier that day. It wasn't really paper. It was a strange type of thing, with some kind of image on the front of it. There was a brown haired boy dressed in a blue uniform. There was a raven haired girl sitting in his lap, smiling down at him happily. Their faces hung only inches from each other's, as if they were about to kiss.

I felt like I was going to retch. It was Kagome and probably that Hojo boy.

I didn't know who I was going to kill first.

A/N: Well, that is it for the first chapter. Hope it didn't confuse anyone. That is if anyone is reading it. Um...yah. This well probably be a really short story. Maybe four or five chapters long. Reviews and HELPFUL criticism are

welcomed and appreciated, but flamers beware! I know that Inuyasha is a bit OOC in this story, but it is important that he's kind of on the crazyish side. Please review!