Chapter 7: The (fake) truth always hurts

Before:  If Kagome had had ears, hers would be drooping in shame. As it was, instead she felt guilty beyond anything. Inuyasha sensed her distress and looped an arm around her and stated quietly, "But that doesn't matter, because I trust you... and there's something I've been meaning to say for quite some time..."

Continuation...

"...Kagome...you know I care about you...and I just wanted to tell you..." he stopped. What the hell was he doing? If he told Kagome how he really felt, then she would be miserable staying with him. She had another life; he couldn't just steal her old life away! He changed what he was going to say with a trembling anguish.

"Kagome, I care about you, but I'm not meant to be with anyone. I can't say I love you, because then that wouldn't be true." Lies! Why did he have to say such lies? He could feel her despair, but it was for her own good, right?

Kagome bowed her head and stiffly got up. "I understand perfectly," she said in a cold voice. "I better get home; my mother should be expecting me." Kagome marched away, eyes stinging with tears but not enough energy to let them out. She glanced over her shoulder and stated almost carelessly, "I'll be back to find the shards later."

Inuyasha clutched his tetusaiga (tessaiga) with overflowing anger, he was such an idiot. Why the hell had he lied? Why didn't he just tell her the truth? She was mad, hell ya, if looks could kill he'd be one dead sucker. Inuyasha decided maybe for once to take Miroku's advice and leave her alone.

Kagome continued on, emotionally unattached, every hope she had had crushed in six words, 'I can't say I love you...' The tears were there, certainly, but they wouldn't come out. She looked up to the sky and screamed, "I won't worry about it anymore! I hate him!" She stopped and dropped top her knees.

Inuyasha decided to at least follow her to make sure she was safe, but not to show himself; so it came as a very big surprise when he spied Kagome digging a hole furiously. Her nails had broken and the stench of her blood filled his nostrils. He could see she had dug her hands raw and she didn't seem to care. Finally she seemed to judge the hole deep enough—for it was small enough in width—and then she leaned over and screamed all her pain away. Traces of her torment echoed and it seemed as though her fury was being unleashed into the hole.

 Inuyasha watched, fascinated and horrified as she leaned over and whispered something, and her smell suddenly vanished. She slipped off her shoe and extracted a small black object. She replaced her shoe and then moved her finger up on the black object. A small put apparently sharp blade appeared on one end; Inuyasha suddenly realized what she was about to do.

Kagome looked up to see Inuyasha rushing towards her, wrath spilling from his golden eyes. She calmly looked at him and swiftly cut her wrists, and then she threw the blade down the hole and let her blood drip over it.

Inuyasha stopped in his tracks—directly in front of her—and grabbed her by the shoulders. Shaking her violently he yelled, "What the fuck where you doing?!" She glared at him, "What the hell do you think I was doing? I gave up that from now on. I sealed that with my blood, baka!" Inuyasha let her go as bruises began to form from his tight grip.

"Now if you don't mind? Piss off!" Kagome brushed past him and made her way through the foliage. "Dumbass," she whispered.  She held her bloody wrists carefully. Because of him, she had cut more deeply than intended. "I will not faint, I'll get home and bandage it up, then shower and sleep," she whispered to herself distractedly.

Inuyasha was stunned. The he followed her, hidden among the vast forest. She really must hate him now; she didn't want to be anywhere near him. Why was he so bad at this whole thing?  She was stopping, that was an enormous relief, but he still didn't understand why she needed to cut herself one more time...

Then it hit him, why would someone not need to cut themselves one more time? a) because they're healed or b) because they plan on using something else to lay around with. "Shit!" Inuyasha increased his speed and his eyes glowed as he guarded her.

He jumped ahead of her as she neared the well and jumped in; once on the other side he hid again and waited for her to pop out. Soon enough Kagome emerged from the well a bit tousled and bloodied but nonetheless unhurt. Inuyasha sighed, leaving her for even a second had been a bad idea, but as he suspected, she sealed the well.

Kagome grinned triumphantly, now he could not bother her. She skipped to her room, in a lighter mood despite her deep depression and aching agonizing heart. she made her way to her to the house and on the table was a note.

Kagome, we went out to visit an old friend of mine. We'll be back as soon as possible. Love, Mom.

Kagome sighed; she was going to be all alone now. She scampered up the stairs and stripped quickly; how she loved modern day showers. No peepers like Miroku to bother her; she could finally relax. She rinsed her arm first then let the water run.

Inuyasha sat on her bed, waiting. He had to be close by at all times. Suddenly the door to the bathroom was flung open and Inuyasha ducked beneath the bed. Looking up he spotted a very naked Kagome stretching. With obvious discomfort he blushed and looked down.

Kagome grabbed the towel she had left on her bed and Inuyasha looked up when he heard her curse. She grabbed her wrist tightly and grimaced, "Too much blood this time..." She fainted and Inuyasha rushed from under the bed to catch her.

He looked at her body; this wasn't the time to be shy, she had scars everywhere! There was a soft burst of light and every scar re-opened into fresh wounds. Inuyasha was dismayed, what the hell was he supposed to do?

He gently deposited her on her bed and quickly covered her with the fallen towel. There was so much blood! He ran to the bathroom and destroyed everything in his way in his haste to find bandages. He remembered her lessons about wounds and found the rubbing alcohol and polysporin.

Tenderly he fixed her arms and legs, then—while covering her bare breast and lower abdomen with the towel—he patched her stomach too. He leaned over and recovered her entire body. Looking through her draws he lay out a night gown and some socks.

With a gasp Kagome stirred and opened her eyes...

I'll just leave it there for now, I'm really tired. Chapter 8 shows promise—I hope. Ciao guys. R&R if you want. I don't care.