Oooh. I bet you all want to know why she hates him so much now! Too bad. You'll have to wait until a few paragraphs down to find out.
Chapter Seven: Digging up Bones
How could they. How in the world could they possibly invite him! Sango knows why I hate him so much, and Kagura only has glimpses of him. This man… This silver-haired man that they invited is… I hate him!
I turn back around to them, only to glare at them. I turn back to the man, seething with my anger for him. He shouldn't be here. They shouldn't have invited him. I'd rather be back in prison than right here with him in front of me.
Then my attention turns back on my friends. "Why did you invite him here, Sango! You know I hate him and that I don't want to see him! You knew that!" I snap. I stand up and brush past him, purposely hitting him with my shoulder. I can hear him saying things to my friends.
"I'll be right back." He tells them. Yah, he'll be back. And I'll make sure he returns with a broken nose and in more pain than he put me through!
"Come back here, Kagome." He tells me. I walk outside and sit down on a rock, refusing to look at him.
"Leave me alone." I snap, my voice covered in venom.
"You can't stay mad at me forever." He says. I look up at him, knowing I'm probably more furious than he's ever seen me.
"I can't? No, I can and I will." I say. I go to walk further away from the restraint, but he grabs onto my arm firmly. I turn around and slap his face as hard as I can. He doesn't care though, he can hardly feel it.
"Let me go, jerk." I growl angrily. He grabs both of my wrists then leans forward.
"What are you going to do about it? Hit me? It doesn't hurt. We both know that. Besides, if you hit me, I have a right to hit you back." He says. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the pain to come. He hits the side of my face so hard, than I'm forced to the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hit too hard? You hit me as hard as you could, so I hit you with most of my strength." He growls. I look away from him as my cheek swells up.
"You know we're not together anymore. We're not a couple anymore. Not after you treated me the way you did and certainly not after you dumped me for your American prostitute!" I yell at him. He shrugs his shoulders then sits in front of me.
"You should be happy it was an American one. You're that special to be dumped for, Kagome." He says. Funny, he thinks that's a compliment. I still hate him, though.
"You're never going to win my heart back with rude compliments like that, Inuyasha." I growl. He picks me up by the throat then lets me stand and releases his grip on me.
"You think you got over me? You're still in love with me, and I know it." He barks. I turn my gaze away from him. Dog demons are possessive. Since he's a half dog demon, he should be less protective over me, right? Heh, not a chance. Sesshoumaru's not even this protective over me.
"I'm not in love with you, Inuyasha." I say quietly. He shrugs his shoulders then sits down.
"I don't see why you don't. I never did anything wrong in the first place." He muses. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it. He takes a drag then blows the smoke at me.
"I would enjoy it if you killed yourself, but don't kill me in the process." I snap. I rip the cigarette out of his hand and step on it.
"And you did do something wrong. The entire breakup is the good side of it. You're at fault for the whole thing." I sneer.
"I'm not." He says. That surprises me. Not that he said it, but he sounds as if he genuinely believes that lie.
Everything is his fault. He was always over-protective over me. We met when I was a junior and he was a senior. He was so nice at the time we met. He brought me really nice things and said the romantic things every girl wants to hear.
Then the relationship became dark. His demon side became much stronger than his human side. He began to tell me that my clothes weren't right. That my shirt was too short and other men would get ideas. Then my skirt was too long and he couldn't see enough of my legs. He told me no more makeup so other men wouldn't look twice at me. Then he told me more makeup because my face was hideous.
He was contradicting himself, and in the process, damaging me. Then his demon side won over on how he treated me. He began to hit me when I 'spoke out of line', as he called it. When he'd kiss me in public and I'd shy away, he would bite the flesh he happened to be kissing. My lips bled for days from this. I couldn't smile or the scabs would open. Then he hit me for not smiling. He, literally, was a walking contradiction.
When I tried to distance myself from him, he only came to my house more. He'd come and tell the person in charge that I invited him over. Then he'd stay until midnight. I would go to dress and he wouldn't turn around or let me dress in another room. He was becoming obsessive over me.
Then I switched schools on purpose. That must've gotten the hint to his head or something, because he started being nice and sweet. He started becoming that Inuyasha that I fell in love with in the beginning. I began to open myself up to him again, and he didn't complain.
No more than two months after the school transfer, he called me. He told me that we were breaking up. When I asked why, he said he met this American-speaking woman who looked identical to me. When I questioned him for why he did this, he said one thing. 'I can go further with her than I could with you. She's paid for that kind of attention, you know.'
That's what happened. And now he has the nerve and the stupidity to tell me that none of it was his fault. If he didn't believe that, then I'd be more upset at him for saying it. But he truly believes that he's not at fault for what happened.
"Do you forgive me?" He asks. I turn away, trying to distract myself. I stare at the valets as they wait for cars to come up. I don't want to look at him. He'll put on that puppy face and I'll feel forced to say that I forgive him. I still haven't. This is a grudge that I have every right to take to my grave with me.
"Kagome. Answer me. Do you forgive me? I'm sorry for what I did. I really am. I didn't do it though. My demon side did it." He says. I turn to look at him, seething with rage once more.
"Your demon side is still you! You act as if it's another part of you! Every abusive action and word you said was your doing. You choosing the whore over me was your decision! Don't lie to me so boldly, Inuyasha!" I yell. Inuyasha grabs the sides of my arm forcefully and pushes his lips against mine.
There was a time when that kiss felt magical. When that kiss made my problems dissolve instantly and made me so happy. When he was a caring hanyou, not when he started being the jerk he still is.
"Forgive me." He whispers in my ear. I shiver, but not the way he's thinking. My body is so full of anger, that his breath against my ear is upsetting me. He must be taking this as a sign of pleasure, because he kisses as the base of my neck.
"Don't touch me." I whisper forcefully. He ignores me and continues to kiss there. Then he moves around to the back of my neck. That's where a demon's mark would go, if he were to mark me. Just his breath against that spot is angering me.
Males mark their women so other demons will stay away. It creates a scent, somehow, that drives other males away. The only way to have it off is if the male marks another woman. Women still wear rings so humans can tell they're taken.
That's why I'm so uncomfortable with him there. I love Sesshoumaru, not Inuyasha. If he marks me now, then Sesshoumaru and I can't have a relationship. It will burn him to touch me intimately. Too much of the burn will kill him.
When I feel Inuyasha's fangs scrape against the skin, I thrust my elbow backwards. Rather than it hitting his stomach, he catches it. If we weren't in the back of the building, someone would be noticing this and helping me.
Inuyasha holds both my hands behind my back, licking tenderly at that spot. I don't want him touching it. That's not his place to mark, and it never will be. I will either be with a different demon or a human. That's that.
"Don't." I say firmly. He ignores me. This time I lift my foot. I hit the target dead-on then he releases me. I turn around to see him doubling over in pain. I smile then begin to leave before he grabs my arm.
"You're not leaving. You're going to know what kind of pain you just caused." He growls. I know kicking any man 'there' hurts a lot. I don't want to know what he'll do so I can feel the same amount of pain. He pins me against the side of the building, my chest against the wall. He scrapes his fangs over the back of my neck once more before he jerks back. I remain there for a moment then turn around to see what he's doing.
Sorry for making Inuyasha the bad guy… All you Inuyasha fans out there, don't sue me. I like him too, but I just had to have a 'villain', and Inuyasha was the best I could come up with… Sooooo sorry!
- Bipolar Tangerine