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The Breakup
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She wasn't coming back. It was a full week since she said she'd be back and nothing.
Fear was the only reason he hadn't gone to see her. He didn't want to die or whatever the hell would happen if his human half was back in the picture without seeing her once more. Kagome was the reason he wasn't lonely anymore, the reason he was able to make and rely on his friends even now, the reason he finally remembered what it felt like to be loved. For a long time, he knew his former self had chosen loneliness over taking a chance on people, the reason for which was something the demon would take to his grave. When he was a small child, very small, was the first time he'd broken free. It had only been a few days since his mother had died of natural causes - quietly in the night. While he may have been a few decades old by that time, he was still very much a small child in so many ways and as a result so very, very naive.
A few of the servants in the castle had approached him and offered him mochi - a rare treat - if he followed them so he did. It took all of two hours before the demon came to the surface where he would stay until he escaped five years later. Torture was not a word sufficient enough to even cover all they had done. Even with superior healing abilities, it amazed him that any of those scars healed. Shuddering at the dark memories, the demon shut it's crimson eyes and tried to think of anything else but he couldn't block it out. They had tied him down with sutras - on his legs and arms to keep him from escaping and against his throat to keep him silent. Those men had pressed the hot irons against his small body, dislocated his joints to see them slowly repair themselves, run his small body through with spears..amongst other things that he'd really rather never think of again. Despite being tied down, he still somehow managed to scream with his body. His crimson eyes wide with horror, the mouth rigid and open, his chalky face gaunt and immobile, the fists clenched with blanched knuckles and his claws digging deeply into the palms of his small hands.
When he finally escaped, the demon retained control for only a month or so until one day the human decided he was ready to resurface and so their life long battle of wills had begun. The demon was reluctant to allow such a foolish part of himself out when all he had done was get himself into that mess - something he had no intention of going through again - and the human believed the demon had killed all the inhabitants of the castle in cold blood - the once beautiful gardens had been littered with corpses and it was all that pathetic fool could do to collect his mother's remains. The only thing the human part of him remembered was his final scream of hysteria and disbelief, bordering on terror, as they had come at him that first time but the demon remembered every single fucking second of it.
'Maybe I'm the bitter one', the demon mused quietly to himself as he sprawled out on the lip of the well and stared at the night sky, 'Bitter or not though, the sooner that fucking idiot gets the right idea the better. I hate not having her here.'
