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Betrayal

Chapter Two: The Sting

Breath I told myself. Just remember to breath. I clenched my fists so hard that my claws dug into my skin and warm blood began pouring down my palms. Kagome was cheating on me with some wimp from her own time. Well, I suppose it wasn't cheating unless we were actually together. But weren't we? I loved her.

Or I loved Kikyo.

Or I loved them both.

Damn it I knew I loved somebody.

I was so confused then. I didn't understand. There was jealousy. Kami, I was so angry that all I could see was red. It stung. It wasn't like with Kikyo. What she had done to me was worse. What Kagome had done stung so much more then an arrow in my chest. It was an arrow in my heart. Twisting and turning and bleeding.

How could she? How in the hell could she? I gave up Kikyo for her. I was going to give up becoming a full fledged demon for her. Didn't she understand what that meant? I was giving it all up for her and she went and started going out with this guy?

Could it have been a trick? I hadn't smelt any strange scents on her. Although, she was a smart girl, maybe she'd had the sense to wash him off of her. All I could feel was the familiar pain of betrayal, only it was so much worse.

I loved Kagome. I really did. I loved her more than Kikyo. I loved her more than anything. I had allowed myself to trust her completely, to feel for her and to never hold back. I had never loved so freely when it had come to Kikyo. And then she went and...she did that...she had to go to him.

It could have been worse I told myself. She could have been with Sesshomaru, or Naraku, or Miroku, or Koga. Well, how did I know she wasn't fucking them on the side too?

I mentally slapped myself. How could I think of her like that? Not my sweet Kagome. She was so kind, so giving, so generous. I couldn't think that about her. There had to be some reasonable explanation.

She had a twin.

An evil, bitchy whore of a twin who was pretending to be her and went traipsing around with different men just to ruin her reputation. I wished I could have thought that; wished I could have believed that. But I couldn't because it wasn't true.

Kagome was with Hojo. She didn't love me.

Maybe she did love me. But if she did, then why wasn't she with me? Hadn't I made it clear that I loved her?

That's it I thought. I hadn't shown her that I loved her enough. All I had to do was find someway to prove it to her, then she would leave this Hojo baka and be with me. It was a very simple plan.

Or...I could go to her time and kill this Hojo baka. Now, I wasn't stupid, I knew that wouldn't really solve anything, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Before I got to act, the sound of voices, screams, slaps, and feet pounding against the ground reached my sensitive ears. I quickly stuffed everything back in the back, wrinkling my nose in disgust when I touched the clothes, note, and image of Kagome and Hojo.

"Hentai!" Sango yelled, bopping Miroku on the head. I followed the movements with my eyes for a few moments, simply amazed at the fact that his neck wasn't breaking.

"Perverted lecherous no-good womanizing baka monk!"

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

I shook my head. I was starting to get dizzy and that was not what I needed right now. Kagome walked over. She was glaring at Miroku, her eyes narrowed and dark with a bit of mirth in them. Shippo blinked at the two. I could tell he was just as perplexed as I as to how Miroku could survive the beating he was getting. But, he was, and it was rather funny, so he just giggled and jumped off Kagome's shoulder.

Her hair was still wet. The sliver's of moonlight fell on it, making it look so beautiful in the night. She smiled at me and sat down next to me, reaching for her bag. I panicked, hoping that she wouldn't notice that I had gone through it. She didn't seem to. She kept humming some song underneath her breath.

"What are you singing?" I asked her. Why the hell were you with that boy, is what I wanted to ask. You have some explaining to do bitch, is what I wanted to say.

She looked up from her bar of chocolate. After taking another big bite, she began wrapping the top up in foil. She looked back up at me, and for a moment I wanted to break her neck. For a moment I wanted to hold her and listen to her heart beat and tell her how much I did love her. The only thing I could do was put my hand on my lips, signaling that she had chocolate all over her face. Her pale cheeks went a deep red with embarrassment. She began to wipe the remains off feverishly. I smiled and shook my head when she asked if she'd gotten it all off.

"Get it off for me," she whined, her voice rising almost to a panicked tone.

I froze. Touch her? She wanted me to touch her? Inwardly I growled. I didn't want to touch her, knowing that Hojo guy had probably had his hands all over her before she came here. She said my name, pulling me out of my thoughts. I wanted to say something, but all I did was lift my hand and wipe off her cheeks, ignoring her blush and the way her skin was so smooth against my fingertips.

She smiled, nodded her head, and blushed even more. Her gaze went down to the ground and she looked as if she were deep in thought.

"Kagome," I said, gaining her attention. "What were you singing?"

"Oh. It was just a song I can't get out of my head," she answered.

"What?" I pressed. I wanted to talk to her, but the one thing that was weighing on me heavily wouldn't come out. My brain and my mouth weren't working together correctly. I swear, it was some type of conspiracy the way my body never did what I told it to around her.

"Iris," she said. "By the Goo Goo Dolls."

Even though I didn't ask her to, she began to sing it. I didn't really want to hear the song. I was just confused and hurting. I needed time to think.

"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cuz I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cuz sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am."

It was a nice song, I'll admit that. It was short and haunting. It stuck with me. She smiled at me, and I saw her eyes. They were glassy, shining, and I could tell she was about to cry. Was she thinking about me? Was she thinking about Hojo and her betrayal? Was she sad that she had chosen him? Did she even care anymore?

Gods it hurt. It was like a knife, stabbed in my heart, and I was bleeding right in front of her. And all she did was turn away. She wouldn't look me in the eyes for so long. Who did she see when she looked at me? At first, when I looked into her eyes, I saw Kikyo. I saw the woman who I had loved and who had pinned me to a tree for the past fifty years. Over time, I began to see Kagome. I began to see a young girl who had a pure heart, who was willing to give up everything for others, who was sweet and kind and beautiful. And then I saw Kagome.

Yes, she was a young girl, but she wasn't pure. None of us are. In the end, all of us, even those who are kind and untouched, will not be innocent. Blood will stain us, scars will mar us, burns will still sting when they are touched; we're all jaded and guilty in the end.

I decided I wasn't going to say anything. The next time she went home, I would follow her. I would meet this Hojo myself. I would find a way to show Kagome how much I loved her. And Kami, I swear it, I did love her. I knew I still loved Kikyo, but this was so much deeper. It had to be; it hurt so much worse.

"Sango..." I hear Shippo say softly. "I don't think Miroku bends that way."

"AH!"

"Or...I guess he does."

"Sango," Miroku cried desperately. "I'm sorry! I swear, I'll never grope you again!"

"Then what was that monk!"

"Um...That was the last time I promise please don't hurt me I swear I'll be good! No! Don't! That hurts!"

"Good!"

"Ah...ouch...ow...ah...oh...hey...that feels kind of...good..."

"You pervert!"

The sound of Sango dropping everyone's favorite lecher on the ground echoed. Well, at least it did to me. With a satisfied smile on her face, she clapped her hands together, then came over to the campfire. With a sigh she sat down.

"Dinner anyone?" she questioned sweetly, holding out a bowl of Ramen.

I blinked at her. I think she had just rearranged Miroku's bones and now she was asking if we wanted food?

Sango was a really great girl. She was strong; both physically and emotional. And she made some damn good Ramen. I took it and nodded her head. Miroku managed to limp back over to us. He sat beside me, away from Sango, even though he kept sneaking looks at her when she wasn't busy sneaking looks at him. I nearly groaned. Those two took so long to admit their feelings for one another. That night was especially annoying, since Sango kept going on about how he was a lecher who couldn't be trusted alone with anything female. Miroku scowled at her, but secretly, I knew what he was thinking. What made it worse was I could smell his arousal. He got like that every damn time she would touch him, whether it was to beat the shit out of him or not. He was pathetic.

I was pathetic too. I got all flustered like that around Kagome. I couldn't help it. She was the beautiful woman that I loved, and every time she touched me, or I touched her, I just wanted to embrace her and hold her forever. It was sad but true. I was a little love sick puppy, following her around. Her personal lap dog.

She didn't see it, didn't realize everything I was doing for her. Well, I decided, she would soon.

A/N: Well, that's it for this chapter. It was great, right? More Inuyasha insanity, whoo! Um...yeah. Review please and make an idiot's DER!

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