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-Stars in a Pale Sky-
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Summery: Kagome Ityusia had the most perfect life, caring friends, heart filled family, the perfect husband, and a frown never had to dared to cross her face.. Too bad her real life is deadly. Her friends don't know her body is covered in bruises, they don't know her husband beats her, and everything she says is a lie to mask up the truth. But when HE appears in her life, will she get her second chance in romance, or will she be buried six feet under?
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Chapter One: The perfect life.
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26 Willow ave.
House 67.
A white Victorian house with a long decorated rooftop with wooden carvings on the edges, and woven metal balconies tall as the single and green weeping willow in the front yard. The grass of the front yard was perfectly cut, putting boys with summer mowing jobs to shame, and bright as fresh lime. The circler paved driveway carved around the tree and the single tire swing hanging form its strongest and largest branch.
It was the best cared for and built house of the sweet neighborhood.
The sweet tangy smell of Sukara blossoms softy blew into the house through the screen window, the luscious colors of creamy white and pink flowers reflected on the windowpanes. Glassy bubbles filled the sink from a short wash of dishes; they popped every few seconds and more formed in their place. A plastic dish rack stood still and strait on a rosy golden marble counter top: drying in the breeze from the open screened window.
The Ityusia home was peaceful that afternoon; the hardwood floors of the first floor squeaky clean after a quick steam clean. The beige carpet covered stairs vacuumed that morning, the actual vacuum still placed on the third step, cord still in the wall. The light sound of piano music flowing in the empty house.. And the muffled whimpering coming from the kitchen.
A woman with wavy ebony hair lay on the kitchen floor, her body curved into a ball as the sound of a car screeching from out of the driveway echoed from outisde. Her name: Kagome Ityusia: The beaten wife of Ukaran Ityusia, whom who had just left his house in care of his untrustworthy mate, in his words at least.
The mop of hair lifted from the ground, a pair of bright grayish blue eyes shimmering with tears hidden in the tresses. A tanned hand with clear nail polish brushed away the hair from her face, exposing a purpling bruise on her soft cheek.
Kagome's eyes released tears from her eyes, as her face scrunched up in pain.
He hit her again, because he felt like it.
She couldn't believe it, as she crawled across the floor in pain. Kagome had given him everything he wanted, a caring wife, a rich bank count, a well paid for home, everything. More tears rolled down her abused cheeks, but it just wasn't enough. He had to have an affair: with his boss.
Ukaran had a simple job, a realistate agent. That's how he got their house.. They were happy back then. Hands grabbed a pair of dirt stained white Nike sneakers. After many laundry washes with lipstick on his white shirt cuffs and empty packages of used condoms, she found out the truth. Kagome whimpered in pain as she bent down to try her shoes.
He found out, found Kagome dialing her mothers home number on her cell at three in the morning four years ago.. And Ukaran tortured the truth out of her, how she figured it out. He told her to shut up, to stay as a loyal wife at home, never hanging out with her friends, using makeup to hide her bruises when she went shopping for groceries, making her life seem absolutely flawless and perfect.
It was far from perfect.
And they both knew it.. But no one else did.
Kagome faced her large walk-in mirror in the entrance, her eyes dimmed from many years of beatings, her usual tanned and cheery face milky white, and her ruffled clothes from being thrown onto the floor and her stomach kicked.
A frown lightly tickled her now usual emotionless face: Her hand polishing over her flat stomach. They had planned to have a baby, but after she found out about the affair she was degusted with him, she vowed to never have children: with him or even another.
Wiping away her warm tears, Kagome grabbed her black leather wallet off an antique table. She gazed at the French door in front of her, between her past and future. It was a path to freedom. Grabbing her kegs off the golden hook and twisting open the door, Kagome headed out.
But for now the future could wait.. Or so she planned it to.
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Ketchup.
The item she use-to put on everything when she was a teen.
Kagome sighed as she brushed her hair back and placed the plastic bottle on the shelf. Painfully stretching her fingers, she grabbed the cart handle and pushed it down the aisle slowly. She was 21 now, six years lost of pure freedom.. To him.
Wondering when and how she ever trusted him was a complete myth to her now, only blobs and voices of memories dabbed her mind at times.
The dull clicking of her dirty Nike shoes echoed around her along with the store's cheesy music. Kagome's mind seemed a blur and a dream like state as she turned a corner and... Hit another busy shopper.
*CLANG*
*SMASH*
*CRASH*
Oh no, Kagome's eyes widened as she watched her food spill over the carts edge and clank with others in her cart, all in slow motion. The white egg carton smashed with the two 2% milk jugs, which tumbled over onto a large Salt & Vinegar chip bag, bursting it open and making the chips fly everywhere- lets just say clean up in aisle three.
People around her hushed quickly, and Kagome was so embarrassed for making a scene her face flushed a deep red and she fell to her knees, trying to pick up the broken items. The person who had hit her, picked up their items and set them aside.. Then leaned down to help her.
The consumers of the store returned to their earlier activities and passed by the couple picking up groceries.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you- I wasn't looking where I was going-"
Her hand fell onto a cracked pickle jar, as did another..
A more male like one, she noticed with widened eyes.
"Don't worry about it." Replied a soft but deep voice, "I wasn't suppose to be talking on my cell phone while shopping." The male chuckled.
Trembling lightly, Kagome looked up slowly.. And took in the image of a man that would haunt her dreams forevermore...
He was young, around her age by his facial appearance. His long, maybe died, silver hair hung limply but gorgeously over his shoulder, and a pair of starry golden eyes flashed: into her own. Kagome forgot how attractive other men were.. She hadn't been able to look at others, that's what Ukaran said when he hit her after staring at a teenage boy with his girlfriend in the mall once.
"Miss, Is everything alright?"
The wife blushed even more as she realized she was staring at him.
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"I seen you today Kagome, what were you doing talking to him? You know your not allowed."
Kagome whimpered as he backed her tighter in the corner, "H-he was hel- helping me! I sw-swear!"
Ukaran 'tisked' as he pushed his hands harder, against her already abused and punctured ribs. A groan of pain and more pleas escaped her roughly chapped lips. No that it would help.. He enjoyed listening to her pain, her suffering. Violent tears raced down her cheeks as he back-handed her again..
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InuYasha watched the store video cameras play over again, then be rewound and played. He couldn't get her face out of his head.. Something was hidden below her reassuring smile. He couldn't let it go.
Closing his eyes, InuYasha softly remembered what he saw on her exposed shoulder..
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. A/N: Sorry the beginning is a tad slow; I just like short beginnings and then longer chapters. I hope you enjoyed my second fic so far. I'll try to update soon with a much much more longer chapter. Meanwhile please rate and review, it means a lot to an author ^-^;
. Je ne!
. Asereje~
-Stars in a Pale Sky-
::
Summery: Kagome Ityusia had the most perfect life, caring friends, heart filled family, the perfect husband, and a frown never had to dared to cross her face.. Too bad her real life is deadly. Her friends don't know her body is covered in bruises, they don't know her husband beats her, and everything she says is a lie to mask up the truth. But when HE appears in her life, will she get her second chance in romance, or will she be buried six feet under?
::
Chapter One: The perfect life.
::
26 Willow ave.
House 67.
A white Victorian house with a long decorated rooftop with wooden carvings on the edges, and woven metal balconies tall as the single and green weeping willow in the front yard. The grass of the front yard was perfectly cut, putting boys with summer mowing jobs to shame, and bright as fresh lime. The circler paved driveway carved around the tree and the single tire swing hanging form its strongest and largest branch.
It was the best cared for and built house of the sweet neighborhood.
The sweet tangy smell of Sukara blossoms softy blew into the house through the screen window, the luscious colors of creamy white and pink flowers reflected on the windowpanes. Glassy bubbles filled the sink from a short wash of dishes; they popped every few seconds and more formed in their place. A plastic dish rack stood still and strait on a rosy golden marble counter top: drying in the breeze from the open screened window.
The Ityusia home was peaceful that afternoon; the hardwood floors of the first floor squeaky clean after a quick steam clean. The beige carpet covered stairs vacuumed that morning, the actual vacuum still placed on the third step, cord still in the wall. The light sound of piano music flowing in the empty house.. And the muffled whimpering coming from the kitchen.
A woman with wavy ebony hair lay on the kitchen floor, her body curved into a ball as the sound of a car screeching from out of the driveway echoed from outisde. Her name: Kagome Ityusia: The beaten wife of Ukaran Ityusia, whom who had just left his house in care of his untrustworthy mate, in his words at least.
The mop of hair lifted from the ground, a pair of bright grayish blue eyes shimmering with tears hidden in the tresses. A tanned hand with clear nail polish brushed away the hair from her face, exposing a purpling bruise on her soft cheek.
Kagome's eyes released tears from her eyes, as her face scrunched up in pain.
He hit her again, because he felt like it.
She couldn't believe it, as she crawled across the floor in pain. Kagome had given him everything he wanted, a caring wife, a rich bank count, a well paid for home, everything. More tears rolled down her abused cheeks, but it just wasn't enough. He had to have an affair: with his boss.
Ukaran had a simple job, a realistate agent. That's how he got their house.. They were happy back then. Hands grabbed a pair of dirt stained white Nike sneakers. After many laundry washes with lipstick on his white shirt cuffs and empty packages of used condoms, she found out the truth. Kagome whimpered in pain as she bent down to try her shoes.
He found out, found Kagome dialing her mothers home number on her cell at three in the morning four years ago.. And Ukaran tortured the truth out of her, how she figured it out. He told her to shut up, to stay as a loyal wife at home, never hanging out with her friends, using makeup to hide her bruises when she went shopping for groceries, making her life seem absolutely flawless and perfect.
It was far from perfect.
And they both knew it.. But no one else did.
Kagome faced her large walk-in mirror in the entrance, her eyes dimmed from many years of beatings, her usual tanned and cheery face milky white, and her ruffled clothes from being thrown onto the floor and her stomach kicked.
A frown lightly tickled her now usual emotionless face: Her hand polishing over her flat stomach. They had planned to have a baby, but after she found out about the affair she was degusted with him, she vowed to never have children: with him or even another.
Wiping away her warm tears, Kagome grabbed her black leather wallet off an antique table. She gazed at the French door in front of her, between her past and future. It was a path to freedom. Grabbing her kegs off the golden hook and twisting open the door, Kagome headed out.
But for now the future could wait.. Or so she planned it to.
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-*-
::
Ketchup.
The item she use-to put on everything when she was a teen.
Kagome sighed as she brushed her hair back and placed the plastic bottle on the shelf. Painfully stretching her fingers, she grabbed the cart handle and pushed it down the aisle slowly. She was 21 now, six years lost of pure freedom.. To him.
Wondering when and how she ever trusted him was a complete myth to her now, only blobs and voices of memories dabbed her mind at times.
The dull clicking of her dirty Nike shoes echoed around her along with the store's cheesy music. Kagome's mind seemed a blur and a dream like state as she turned a corner and... Hit another busy shopper.
*CLANG*
*SMASH*
*CRASH*
Oh no, Kagome's eyes widened as she watched her food spill over the carts edge and clank with others in her cart, all in slow motion. The white egg carton smashed with the two 2% milk jugs, which tumbled over onto a large Salt & Vinegar chip bag, bursting it open and making the chips fly everywhere- lets just say clean up in aisle three.
People around her hushed quickly, and Kagome was so embarrassed for making a scene her face flushed a deep red and she fell to her knees, trying to pick up the broken items. The person who had hit her, picked up their items and set them aside.. Then leaned down to help her.
The consumers of the store returned to their earlier activities and passed by the couple picking up groceries.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you- I wasn't looking where I was going-"
Her hand fell onto a cracked pickle jar, as did another..
A more male like one, she noticed with widened eyes.
"Don't worry about it." Replied a soft but deep voice, "I wasn't suppose to be talking on my cell phone while shopping." The male chuckled.
Trembling lightly, Kagome looked up slowly.. And took in the image of a man that would haunt her dreams forevermore...
He was young, around her age by his facial appearance. His long, maybe died, silver hair hung limply but gorgeously over his shoulder, and a pair of starry golden eyes flashed: into her own. Kagome forgot how attractive other men were.. She hadn't been able to look at others, that's what Ukaran said when he hit her after staring at a teenage boy with his girlfriend in the mall once.
"Miss, Is everything alright?"
The wife blushed even more as she realized she was staring at him.
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-*-
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"I seen you today Kagome, what were you doing talking to him? You know your not allowed."
Kagome whimpered as he backed her tighter in the corner, "H-he was hel- helping me! I sw-swear!"
Ukaran 'tisked' as he pushed his hands harder, against her already abused and punctured ribs. A groan of pain and more pleas escaped her roughly chapped lips. No that it would help.. He enjoyed listening to her pain, her suffering. Violent tears raced down her cheeks as he back-handed her again..
::
-*-
::
InuYasha watched the store video cameras play over again, then be rewound and played. He couldn't get her face out of his head.. Something was hidden below her reassuring smile. He couldn't let it go.
Closing his eyes, InuYasha softly remembered what he saw on her exposed shoulder..
-:*:-
. A/N: Sorry the beginning is a tad slow; I just like short beginnings and then longer chapters. I hope you enjoyed my second fic so far. I'll try to update soon with a much much more longer chapter. Meanwhile please rate and review, it means a lot to an author ^-^;
. Je ne!
. Asereje~