Author note: I am in no way into child molesting I like to put in some experiences I've endured in my fics and breathe life into them. And this happends to be a fic where it fits, and helps to also explain why Nyoko fell for Kagura so easily. Thanks for reading
The miko was exhausted. And angry. How dare Kagura just leave like that? She had sworn to protect her, and now she was just gone. Without saying where she was going, or when she would return. Nyoko curled into a tight ball on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep finally took over, and her mind began to wander to things she had long since forgotten...
The sun was bright in the little girl's eyes as she wandered through the village. Her parents were busy, and wouldn't notice that she had slipped out of the shrine without telling them. Nyoko was bored. She tugged at the top of her yukata. She would need a new one soon, it was starting to become too tight for her. But then again, she would begin her training soon, so she figured that her mother was just waiting to fit her for her first miko's garments. Her carefree childhood would be over.
"Hey, Nyoko-chan!" She jumped and turned around to see Hiroshi chasing after her. He was about 10 years her senior, but he always took the time to talk to her and play with her.
"Hiroshi-san!" she cried, running towards him with open arms. "I'm so happy to see you, I was so bored!"
He smiled. "I thought you might be. It's not often that you aren't bored. Why don't we go back to my hut and have something to eat, then we can play a game? If your parents come looking for you, I'll explain to them that you were with me, then you shouldn't get into any trouble."
Nyoko's eyes lit up, and she smiled. "That sounds great. Thank you, Hiroshi-san." She slipped her hand in his, and they walked off together, talking and laughing.
Hiroshi's hut was on the outskirts of the village, and Nyoko had only been inside it a few times. She wasn't usually allowed this far from her family's home. Hiroshi lived alone; his parents had been killed in a youkai attack on their village a few years earlier, but he managed to get by, hunting and fishing and taking on odd jobs here and there. Nyoko was fascinated with him.
"Have a seat," he said, motioning to a small, square mat on the floor.
Nyoko sat down, folding her knees underneath her body. "It's dark in here," she said, squinting her eyes to see what he was doing.
"I'm sorry, Nyoko, I ran out of oil for the lamps. Surely you'll be able to eat in the dark?"
She nodded, and waited for him, continuing to squint her eyes against the blackness of the hut's interior. The only windows were very high, and very small in order to keep out the rain during the storm season. Nyoko made a mental note to ask her parents if they could lend Hiroshi some oil for his lamps.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, squeezing hard. She jumped and turned her head, her mouth opening to scream but another hand clamped down over her lips. Her eyes went wide as he pulled her to her feet.
"I thought maybe we would play before we eat. You don't have a problem with that, do you, Nyoko?" he said, his voice suddenly dark and menacing. The little girl shook her head. "Good, I didn't think so."
His hands roamed down her body, and she began to shake. She felt him pull her yukata up over her head, shivering as the cool air hit her bare skin. She knew this wasn't right, but she couldn't stop him. She started to cry.
"Shh, don't cry, Nyoko. This is a special game, just for you and me," he whispered, is breath hot against her ear as his fingers pulled her hakama down her body, leaving her standing completely naked. Not even her father had ever seen her without clothes, and her heart began to pound in her chest. He picked her up, and she felt his bare skin against hers. He laid her down on the cold floor, and knelt down over her, spreading her legs apart.
"Hiroshi-san...what...what are you doing?" she asked, her words muffled by the hand that was still over her mouth.
He pushed forward, fast, and she felt something hard and big enter her body. She screamed against his hand, but he only clamped it down harder. Tears were running down her cheeks as he pushed further into her, breaking her innocence. She felt like she was going to black out.
"You feel so good, Nyoko," he said, thrusting himself in between her legs, the pace becoming faster and faster. "Why didn't we ever play this game before?"
The little girl tried to close her legs, tried to push him off of her, but he was too strong and too big. She began to sob silently as he continued to assault her, slipping his hand between her legs as well and letting his fingers slide into her most private parts. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the pain was too much...After what felt like an eternity, he thrust himself forward, harder than ever, tearing her apart, and then went still, collapsing on top of her small body. She could feel blood flowing down her thighs, and felt as if she were going to be sick.
"Now, stay quiet, and I will take my hand off of your mouth," he said, and she nodded weakly. He lifted his hand from her lips and rolled off of her, pulling her to her feet. He picked her upand carried her outside to the small stream which ran next to his hut. "Get in," he ordered her.
She scrambled away from him and into the water, the chill calming the burning sensation between her legs. She ducked down, trying to hide her body from him, but he moved forward and pulled her up roughly by her arm. "Trying to hide from me, are you?"
"N...no, Hiroshi-san," she stammered.
He growled and threw her down onto the bank, on her stomach. She felt the rough ground scrape her hands, and before she knew it the sharp pain between her legs had returned as he pounded into her again from behind, bending down to kiss her neck as he raped her violently. This time, she let out an ear piercing scream, and he immediately slapped her, pushing her head down into the dirt.
"I said be quiet, you little bitch! Do you want everyone to know about our private game?"
She couldn't answer him, she was sobbing too hard. She dug her nails into the dirt, holding her breath and biting down on her lip so she wouldn't make another sound. She didn't want anyone to know about this. Nyoko was humilated.
Finally, he was spent, and pulled out of her once again, throwing her roughly into the stream and proceeding to wash between her legs, dipping his fingers into her bloodied hole. She gasped in pain, her body shaking. When he was satisified that she was clean, he pulled her up by the hair and dragged her back into the hut, dressing her quickly.
"Nyoko, do not tell anyone what we have done. They will hate you. They will be jealous. And I will never play with you again, do you understand? This was only for you and me. I can't wait to see you again." He bent down and kissed her forehead, and then led her outside. "Go home now, your parents will be waiting for you. If they ask why you're all scraped up, just tell them that you fell. And don't tell them that you were with me, at all, do you understand? If I find out that you breathed a word of this to anyone, I will kill you myself."
She nodded weakly, and then turned and ran back to the shrine as fast as her bruised and broken body would carry her. She slipped in through the back door, and went right into her room. When her mother came in to check on her, she repeated Hiroshi's story that she had fallen. Her mother looked concerned, but didn't see any reason for her daughter to lie. She allowed Nyoko to stay in bed for the rest of the day, as she was running a fever now from the exhaustion of being raped and tortured. The little girl closed her eyes and fell asleep, sobbing into her pillow.
Her eyes snapped open, and she could barely breathe. It felt as if someone were sitting on her chest. She looked around, trying to remember where she was. Then she remembered Naraku...
"Damn you, Naraku! You took away everything! Now I can't even pretend that my life was ever happy, because of what you've made me remember!"
She slammed her fists into the matress, sobbing in anger. Then slowly she rose to her feet, and slipped her shredded miko's garbs back onto her bruised and torn body. She needed to find Kagura, no matter what. Let Naraku kill her for trying...it didn't matter anymore.