{.x.o.} | Rapture's Remorse | {.o.x.}
{x| Chapter 5: Ruins |x}
Stumble, fumble, slip, grip, finally, the door opened only to be slammed shut, all clothes were discarded in a messy array until the haggard hanyou found the only other door in his entire studio and pushed it open with just as much haste as he did the prior bother. He was almost tripping all over his own feet until he reached the shower to turn the silver, lightly rushed, handle all the way on and way beyond were the red met the blue.
It came out like a sprinkler first, it'd be a while before it found a steady flow so he walked back to the doorway and rested his forehead on the wooden frame, grasping at both sides of the walls as he closed his eyes tightly. Air in, air out, breathing was important.
He clenched his fists before he slammed the wall on the inside of the bathroom over and over again, he muffled grunts until the wall cracked. Stop, his better judgment beckoned, like you need to punch a hole in the wall.
Too late.
"Fuck…" he whispered warn.
His ears twitched at the sound of the steam and steady current coming from the showerhead. He didn't even bother to spare the time to close the door before he leaped into the tub to feel the scorching fluid. It burned, it was like an arsenal of tiny flaming pellets slamming down on every part of him, but he preferred it. He wanted every millimeter of him that he touched to wither in the heat. Cleanse… could the boiling water do that? He wouldn't be able to even take a lukewarm shower for days after this… he'd push his water heater however far it could go that night.
One? Just one bar of soap? No, that wouldn't do.
It stung each open wound it touched, but it felt better than anything he had to deal with that day.
The pain made the thoughts dull…
When the water went cold it called for him to give up, that it was useless, he submitted to its will and turned it off, not even bothering with a towel as he skidded across the bathroom floor to find where his pants had gone.
He cursed when the bottle slipped in his hand, he cursed at the second it took him to find a syringe, he cursed at the shaking hand that took two tries to penetrate the bottle, he cursed as he drew in liquid one notch more than last time, then two, then three…
Too much? Maybe but when he sat on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath in, then out again, it only mattered if he could still breathe.
He could when he unloaded all the morphine into his veins.
He could when he fell back into the bed as the numbness started to take over.
He could when he stopped to appreciate—for but a fleeting moment—that Naraku was a genius, if that's how he'll always have to pay then he'll use more and go back… more. 'A lot', the hideous hanyou had chuckled.
Inu-kun!
Echoed around inside his battered brain… where was she?
Speaking of 'she', Kagome hadn't called him all day; he hadn't seen her since midway yesterday. Both of those things were odd… where was she?
That was the last sensible thought he had before he closed his eyes to let his ruined system slow down more and more…
[…]
"Thank you for taking care of me," Kagome smiled the same way she always did as she straightened out her green turtleneck and brushed out the wrinkles of her brown skirt that ended right before the knees, next she had to put on her stockings once more.
"No, thank you for being such an easy patient," the mahogany eyed girl wearing pink and green scrubs sighed, "some are… well…"
"I understand," Kagome assured with a bit of a laugh as she slid off the white bed to go over to where her dark brown knee high leather boots where. "I'm a registered nurse, as well."
"Then you really must," the nurse giggled back, "I hope… that I won't be seeing too much of you, Kagome-san."
She knew she meant well so she just turned to shine another smile, "thank you, Sango-san."
"Good bye," Sango waved before she left the room, almost bumping into one of the doctors in the process, "sorry, Suikotsu-sensei, is it?"
"Yes, do not worry about a thing, Sango-san," the man lightly grinned back before he stepped aside to allow the hurried nurse out.
"We're lucky to have someone with your accreditations transfer here," she gleamed before walking off to check on her next patient.
"Thank you," he said all the same, he had to take a breath to work up the will to step into the mundane room all the way, "I see you are… leaving, Kagome-san."
"Yes," she whispered as her eyes flickered away from him, "thank you for taking care of me, Suikotsu-sensei."
"Not at all," he replied warmly, his wavering beige eyes wondering anywhere but at her until he took a breath in and looked down at the chart in hand, "everything… looks good. You will be… fine."
His words were feeble, difficult to say, but he meant well, oh so well, and that's why it broke the heart that beat inside her chambers to look up and see his eyes on her. Locked on her with a subtle sadness, that look… how she hated that look. Anyone could look at her anyway but that way, it tore her apart inside; she felt tears threaten to trickle free. That's why she hastily looked away and took a rushed breath in to blink away the warm water.
Her tears were no longer cleansing, no longer comforting, no longer…
"I hope you succeed in all your endeavors, Kagome-san," he bowed his head slightly, breaking whatever self-restraint she had as he turned around to walk out the room.
A tear or two slipped down her cheeks as her fingers moved from fiddling with her necklace to the bothersome, always ever so tricky to get off, white, plastic, band on her wrist. She'd tear it off as soon as she found a pair of scissors.
[…]
It tickled… whatever that light touch that kept brushing upon his forehead was. A mumbled something kept calling out to him over and over until he grumbled and opened his eyes to the haze above him. A familiar foggy figure was there looming over him, he opened his mouth to say her name when he heard what she had been saying to him all the while.
"Inuyasha?"
He blinked a few more times before he could focus on the girl, oh, "Kagome?"
"Thank the Lord," she pressed her lips together before she leaned over him some more, a stream of water made a path down a cheek, "I was so worried!"
"How'd…?" he swallowed as he lifted the back of his hand to his forehead, "you get in?"
"The door was unlocked."
"It shouldn't have been…"
"I agree, it's dangerous to not lock up," she retorted as her hazels washed over him about a thousand times, "are you OK? What's wrong?"
"Nothing…" he muttered as he lifted his hand up to whip away the tear, "are you crying for me?" When was the last time that happened? Only two people had ever shed tears for him, and one was his mother so that simply did not count.
"I was really worried… You sound groggy," she frowned as she lifted her hand to touch his, "what happened?"
"Don't cry," he requested as he let his hand slid down her cheek and back to the bed.
"What happened?" She emphasized as she pushed off the bed to look about, a bump at her feet caught her attention, slowly she looked down to her feet and eyes widened, "what the…?"
"What the…?" He muttered back as he watched her bend down and snap up to look at the bottle.
"How much of this did you take?" she hissed, "Inuyasha! Answer me!"
"However much is gone," he murmured back as he rubbed his temples, the numbness was still streaming through his system. What bliss, he never had it last so long. The second the sun went down he was out of there and returned to his home, to shower for about an hour, and then knock himself out with maybe a little too much liquid joy. Now the sun was shining through in strays from the curtains, it lasted all night.
"Oh my! Inuyasha!" she gasped as she set the bottle down and knelt back on the bed to look at him, "I'm calling an ambulance, just hang in—!"
"Shut up," he grunted as he closed his eyes tightly, "I'm fine. Don't do that."
"No way, you have to have overdosed, please let me—!"
"I'm fucking fine," he assured as his hand slid down his face to pry open his eyes, it bothered him more than he thought it would to see the utter worry in her eyes, "I. Am. Fine."
"You better be," she mumbled as she bit her bottom lip.
"Where've you been?"
He didn't sound so fine; he didn't seem terrible, though, so she wouldn't listen to her conscious and call an ambulance. He just appeared… dazed, why did he need to take so much? Why morphine? Why couldn't she help him? What use was she…?
"Did you miss me?" She managed to tease with a frail smile.
"Keh," he huffed before he slowly pushed himself off the bed to sit up. His skin was dry but still hot so the breeze felt brilliant—wait, what? He forced his eyes all the way open to see he had slept on top of his sheets and in the same state he always had—nude. "Fuck," just like that, he grasped the sheet that was placed upon his groins.
"You were naked when I found you," Kagome sped as she turned around to cup her colored cheeks, "I… I… found the blanket and threw it over you... I've never seen a… a…"
"You've never seen a dick before?" Inuyasha inquired with a cocked brow, the way she cringed at that was answer in itself, "seriously?"
"Shut up," she whispered harshly, "you are so crude."
"How old are you? You're a nurse and still have never seen a dick before?" Inuyasha teased with a silent chuckle.
She spun around to look at him sourly, "I'll have you know I'll never get that image out of my head now! It's scarred in there!"
"I've heard that before," he grinned.
Her eyes only bulged all the more before she stood up and clenched her fists, fully prepared to shout but in an instant she loosened up, any fury disappeared, and her softened eyes locked onto his body, "what happened…? I was so worried… I thought you were dead at first."
That got him, he bent his brows and felt a pang in his chest, she looked like she was about to cry again. He couldn't take that. He hated to see women cry… he lifted a hand to skim over his tattered skin—cuts, bruises, and some scorches. "I got in a fight, it happens. Don't worry about it and for the love of God don't cry."
She pouted as she crossed her arms, "you got in a fight? What type of fight includes a bite mark?"
He cringed at that as his hand shot up to his left shoulder, that… that he remembered vividly. "I got in a fight with a few people at once, a gang, alright? This neighborhood isn't safe, ya' know, you really shouldn't walk around it. You are a cute girl, you're gonna get raped."
"Stop that," she groaned as she began to walk about the room, "look at all this! It's like a hurricane came through here! Look at all these dirty clothes."
"Don't touch them," he demanded staunchly as soon as she picked up the red hoodie that was forever tainted. "Don't touch any of it!"
"There's blood on this stuff," she sighed after she dropped it, "is it what you were wearing when you got into a fight?"
"Yeah," something like that, he just wanted to burn them, all of them… all.
She shut her eyes tightly when she looked back at him, "please put some clothes on!"
"This is my place, you randomly came in without permission," he retorted.
"Fine," she scoffed as she stomped over to the door, "you better be alright, Inuyasha! Or I won't forgive you!"
"I am, I'm a hanyou, woman, I can take more shit than mortals can," a lot more just like his new hanyou 'friend' could.
A sigh left her lips as she opened the door, "don't get into any more fights, please?"
"Whatever," he muttered as he turned his head only to hear her boots click on the hallway floor, "wait!"
"What?" She stepped back into his apartment to look over at him as he got off the bed just in time to see the blanket fall, her eyes widened before she could shut them and shriek, "I didn't want to see that again!"
"All guys have dicks, get over it! I can't believe you've never seen one!"
"I'm going to have nightmares now! They are so nasty looking!"
He groaned as he pulled on boxers and a pair of jeans, "keh, weird girl, I'm going to walk you out of the neighborhood, alright?" He had to go to work anyway; he might as well make sure she safely gets out of his neck of the woods.
"Aw, are you worried about me?" She taunted as he slid on a white t-shirt and grabbed a different, yet very similar, red hoddie and a pair of socks. "So why are you walking me out?"
"'Cause it's dangerous, someone's gonna wanna rape you."
"Why do you think someone's going to rape me all of a sudden?" She hissed as he locked up and let his keys drop in his pocket before they headed down the stairs. "I understand that I might get mugged. Why does everything have to do with sex?"
"Fine," he scoffed once they were out on the sidewalk, "you're going to get mugged and raped."
"Oh my gosh, Inuyasha!" She groaned as she threw her head back, "you are so weird."
His hands wondered around his pockets while they kept on, he stopped and glanced back at his fading building.
"What's wrong, Inuyasha?" Kagome asked as she turned to look at him.
"I forgot something," he could not go a day without either of his needs. He paid a hefty price for those things and he needed them. He couldn't go a day, not after yesterday, without popping a few pills.
"You forgot your 'stuff'," she muttered, "I refuse to go back there so you can get it."
"Then you'll have to walk the rest of the way by yourself," he scoffed as he slowly took a few steps back. Go back, get his much needed friends, or stay and make sure she's safe… His eyes were pinned to the pissy girl who had a stubborn pout upon her lips. She's always been safe before each time she came to visit… why would this time be any different?
A flash of the day before came to mind, stiffening his entity, shivering his unsettled soul.
No… no, he couldn't leave Kagome alone, not now, not in his neighborhood. He had to walk her out of it, at least, to the train station or wherever it was she came from.
"Fine," she scowled, "I will."
Then again… his gut twisted with guilt as he took another step away. He couldn't go a day without his medication, not after yesterday. He needed them more now. It's not like he really had any obligation to her, he didn't know her, and he didn't have any reason to have such a protective personality over her.
"Fine," he grunted before he was gone. She'd be alright; she hadn't been harmed since she started to come around. She was not naïve, she knew the dangers of the world, that's why she kept a taser and mace in her purse at all times. She could handle herself… she only wished he could take care of himself.
[…]
"Greetings," Kagura cooed as she crossed her legs so he couldn't see up her skirt when she leaped up to sit on his desk, "how are you today, my favorite boy-toy?"
"I don't feel like doing our little dance today," Inuyasha muttered as he leaned against her door, "just tell me when, where, and for how long."
"Tsk, tsk, what's with this attitude?" She pouted with a wag of her finger, "today you get to see your most favorite patriot, my dear Inu-kun."
"I told you never to call me that," he spat back, pushing his hands deeper in his hoodie pocket all the while. He could already feel his stomach turn again, was it because he swallowed two pills on the way over on an empty stomach or the prospect of meeting with his 'favorite' patriot? Both, but mostly the latter, he was sure.
Or could it be the fact that he left Kagome all defenseless and alone…? No. She's fine. She's probably fine… most likely. She's gotta be.
"Hurry, hurry," she coaxed with a wave, "you have to rush to Red Roses to see another client right afterwards. You're a busy boy today, Inuyasha."
"Great," he grunted as he yanked open the door. Maybe if he's busy he'll get enough money to pay for the next douse of drugs? Yeah, he'd really like that.
Sadistic was the only word he could label the dealer hanyou as, well, sadistic and sick. They might be the same, they might both be half-and-half, and they might even have the same affliction burning at their soul but what corrupt him was so different than that guy… he was dark, thru and thru, who enjoyed the taste of blood like that? That man—no, monster—was a fucking sociopath. He didn't really want sex, though he was deeply aroused by all he did, he just wanted a toy to tear apart for a day. Who would do… no, he shook his head as soon as he stepped in front of the corny love hotel that he always met his patriot in, Seven Stars.
He sighed when he began off to the same room as always, when he got in his money was on the desk and the shower was already going. His client knew the gig, at least this time he could say 'I don't do this and I don't do that'. He frowned all the while as he counted the cash and shoved it into his pocket.
"Shin-kun!" A frilly voice sung out from the shower, "is that you?!"
"Yeah," he grunted back.
"I'm so excited! It's been too long!"
"Yeah," he muttered once more as he glanced over to the bathroom after he heard the shower stop. He wasn't surprised at all to see the ever so feminine looking man step out in full bare skinned pride.
"What?" he frowned, "why are your clothes still on? Do you want me to take them off for you?" The very idea sent glimmers to the man's black with shimmers of purple eyes.
"I can do it my—" but he didn't get the chance to finish that before he was jumped and tackled upon the ground, "stop! Hey! Jakotsu!" Alas, his protests were futile, he didn't ever expect the man to listen o him anymore.
"There we go! Better!" Jakotsu chimed as he opened his eyes, automatically his good cheer vanished, "what happened here?"
Fuck, he knew that the bruises and such would be a problem for a day or two. If getting into a fight worked on Kagome, it'd work on dimwitted Jakotsu, too, "you see—"
"I know what happened," Jakotsu grinned with mischief in his gaze as he leaned closer to the hanyou, "you are kinky when you're with whoever it is you screw for free, aren't you?"
"Yeah, sure," he muttered, he'd go with that.
"Great!" Jakotsu shouted as he jumped up and over to his folded pants, "then let's do things different this time, come on, it'll be fun!"
His eyes twitched some as he warily looked at the belt that Jakotsu pried from his pile of clothes, "you are not whipping me, Jakotsu!"
"Whipping you?" He chuckled, "no, of course not," he winked as he narrowed his determined gaze upon his prey, "just bind you to the bed."
"I don't know about that…" Inuyasha mumbled as his eyes wondered from the belt to Jakotsu's face. It wasn't that he had anything against Jakotsu's persuasion, he obviously did not care enough to reject male offers, and it wasn't like it made a difference to him. When he was with a woman that was paying or if it was a man, what'd it matter? Personally, he only found woman attractive but a lot of guys would pay more. He didn't take a lot of offers but Jakotsu had been persistent and… he paid a lot.
Generally, he was fine it was just his… freakish obsession over him that unnerved Inuyasha.
"Shin-kun!" Jakotsu shouted as he leaped onto his prey, "would you rather tie me to the bed?"
[…]
"Inuyasha?" Kagome whispered as she pocked her head into his studio, really, in the little more than three weeks that she knew him he'd never left his door unlocked, now he had twice? Two days in a row? Was he in that much of a rush? Where'd his mind go? "Are you here?"
Apparently not, the silence told her as she walked in and at least locked one of the bolts so that no one would try and break in or something while she was there. It was such a mess, clothes were scattered everywhere, really, and it killed her not to be able to clean it up. Maybe… just a little? Just putting the clothes into one pile would be alright, he couldn't get that mad, could he?
She avoided the clothes he must have been wearing while he got into a fight until the very end, there wasn't too much blood but there was enough that her stomach sank. Poor Inuyasha, her mind whispered as she set them on the neat pile she had started beside his closet. "Are you kidding me?" She whispered, she just peeked into the closet—that was where he hid all his dirty clothes apparently. "This guy is a disaster," she groaned as she opened it. She needed to do laundry for him; the basement of the complex probably had a few machines. Hopefully.
After she cleaned out the bottom of it she found a bin that could hold maybe a third of his mess, that was a start, "ouch," she muttered while her hand flew up to her head, she completely forgot about the top shelf when she stood up. "Ow," she groaned again once a box fell onto her head, really? That just wasn't fair; sure she could be klutzy but two bunks in the head? As if she hadn't dealt with enough from her visit to...
What was it? A simple shoe box, did he horde that type of thing? Did he just never throw it away; she opened the lid to make sure it didn't hold anything. Her hazels widened at the sight within, photos, letters, and a purple bead and white clawed necklace that looked like something a primary school student created. A smile lifted her lips as she shifted through the photos of a little Inuyasha, he was just too adorable, and a girl just a bit smaller than him. So he was sort of the semimetal type, was he? That brought joy to her heart until… she ended up on a teenage Inuyasha half standing behind a girl maybe a year or so younger than him, his arm around her neck and a grin on his cocky lips.
She hadn't seen him smile, truly smile, like that, but that wasn't what executed the warm feeling within her.
The girl was… beautiful, even bangs, brown hair held up in a ponytail, and the most subtle of sweet smiles upon her lips as she let her chocolates eyes move over to Inuyasha. It looked like they were about to laugh at something… all the other photos of that girl were equally joy filled.
[…]
"You were most certainly not at your best today, Shin," Kaguya pointed out as she slipped on her dress.
"I've been really busy lately, a'ight?" He bickered back as he wiggled around to pull his pants on, "I'm so tired of it, I need a break," but he couldn't afford one, not now. Never again with Naraku in the picture… he'd have to work more so he'd never have to real-live that nightmare. His pride was wounded more than his flesh; he feared it'd disappear all together if he had to go through it once more…
"It's very sad when one becomes sick of sex," Kaguya laughed.
"I'm not sick of sex, I'm just sick of the people I have to have sex with," he muttered quickly adding, "expect for you, of course."
"Of course," she retorted with a grin, "so you missed me terribly while I was away?"
"Terribly," he assured with a nod, "though, you weren't gone that long."
"I was gone for three weeks, Shin," she gawked, placing her hands on her hips to emphasize the scowl on her face, "how rude of you not to notice."
"Really? Three?" Three went by so quickly, time usually dragged out and torment him, what was so different about the past—ha, as if he really had to think. Kagome. She was the difference.
She shook her head with a sigh before she headed off to freshen up in the bathroom, leaving the door open so they're conversation wouldn't need to cease, "you know what you should do, Shin?"
"Tell me," he grumbled, dear Kaguya always had to give her opinion even when it wasn't needed. Still, he'd never tell her to shut up. She was the most considerate and well-mannered client he had, she even ordered room service so he could have a cup of fresh coffee after everything was said and done. He had crushed a pill after his ordeal with Jakotsu and was more than ready to use it in his coffee, sip once, and through another in his mouth. A whole one, it probably wouldn't be that bad too do so many around the same time… right?
"You need to find someone that you enjoy having sex with, willingly, for free, and then you'll get your enthusiasm back."
"Ah, right, because it's so easy for someone like me to find someone that wants to do it for free. It's not like I hide my profession well," he scoffed back.
"You'll find someone," she assured as she stepped out to watch him take his final sip, "Shin, tell me… well, actually, don't," it was another reason he loved her, well, not literally, but still, she never asked him anything. Even when she wanted to, she bit her tongue. "Let me say this instead," she coaxed until he looked over to him, "it's one thing to do what you do for money, it's another to do… something similar for something else," her eyes wondered about his battered body to emphasize the point before they landed on his cup of empty coffee. "You should also beware of how much 'medicine' you take and how often you mix the two completely different types."
"Aw," he jested with a grin, "Kaguya, how cute, you care."
"Oh, haha," she mocked back, "I've said it before, I'll say it again, I would truly hate to have to find a new boy-toy. If you make me do so, say, because you die from ODing or get murder on whatever it is your little side project is, I will not forgive you."
"Thank you, Kaguya," he replied, her tone was so even with her threat that it unsettled him more than if she had an emotion hidden behind it.
"I'm absolutely serious," she stated once more, firmly.
"I know you are," for a moment he dropped the act and let his eyes meet her deep blues with complete candor.
He could do that every once and a while, for those he trusted.
"Wait," Kaguya called out before he could get the door all the way opened, he turned around just in time to feel her hands slip into his pocket.
"Really? Again, Kaguya?" he taunted.
"No, silly boy, I just gave you my work card," she whispered into his ear, "if you want to change jobs, call me, I might be able to help you."
"Now, is that really a good idea?" That was taking it step beyond what he thought they had agreed, her work card meant he had her number. No one had his, everyone had Kagura's office, and he didn't want any of his client's… but maybe, since it was Kaguya, it'd be OK?
"I don't know yet," she replied as she pulled away, "I felt like doing a spur-of-the-moment type of deal, I don't usually, so I'm eager to see how this turns out."
"As always," he smiled as he opened the door, "you're weird."
"As if you are one to talk," she teased back before he vanished behind finally polished mahogany wood.
[…]
His forehead met his front door; 'fuck my life' was his new motto. He was warn, two in one day, especially those two, was far too much. Behind his lids, in the dark world that he adored so, he could relax some as he pulled out his keys to unlock the bolts then turn the knob, that didn't work. He hit his body to the door, that failed, too.
"What the fuck?" he hissed and fumbled about until he found t he right combination of which lock should remain open and which should not, with a swift hit in the door he was stumbling into his place. Did he honestly forget to lock one of them? How could he be so stupid?
"Are you alright?" Kagome inquired, she had to press he lips to keep from laughing at the way he jumped.
"What the hell are you doing here? How'd you get in?" He snapped.
"You left the door unlocked; again, what's wrong with you?"
Did he really do that? He was in such a rush when he ran back to get his bottle that… how stupid was he? "What the fuck you doing?" He growled the moment his golden gaze locked onto what her hands held, he was over and snatching the photos away before she could register his movements.
"Sorry, I was cleaning and it just fell…" she murmured as her eyes wondered down the box he was hurriedly shutting and shoving away on the top self in the closet.
"You nosey little bitch, what part of stay out of my stuff didn't you get?"
"Jeez, can you be a bigger jerk about it?" She retorted as she placed her hands firmly on her hips, "I'm sorry, alright?"
"No, not alright," he grunted back, "get out, now."
"You are in a foul mood tonight."
"Get out!"
She took a step back on that one, she couldn't help it, she really, really shouldn't, honestly she was sure he was pissed off enough as it was—maybe even feeling a little betrayed from the invasion on his personal space? But… but, she was a fool, she had to ask, "who was the brunet girl in the photos?"
"Fuck you, and leave," he hissed as he slammed his closet shut.
"Inuyasha," she sighed, "I'm really sorry, please, don't be so mad," she requested in a bit of a whiny tone as she followed him around the studio, "please, please, please—!"
"Stop!" He shouted as he spun around, stopping all at once only for her to walk into him.
"Sorry," she whispered as she stepped away, her eyes upon the scoffed up floor, "I am really sorry… please don't be mad."
If only she didn't pout like that, if only she didn't have those big brown eyes, if only she didn't sound so sincere he could keep yelling at her but instead he grumbled a sigh and stiffly unhooked his clenched fists, "fine..."
She didn't move as he stepped away then past her to go back over to the mound of clothes right next to the closet and kneel down, a photo had slipped. He hated pictures, he sometimes he thought burning away all the memories would make them really go away but each time he lifted one above a flame he couldn't. Just singeing the ends of any of them felt like a knife in the heart.
God, he remembered those awful school uniforms. He detested them, he was awful about wearing them properly but she would always do his tie and straighten his jacket. She looked like she was about to laugh in the photo, how precious… it was then that he felt Kagome over his shoulder, "you wanna know who she is?"
She bit her bottom lip and nodded, knowing full well he couldn't see the gesture.
"Hayashi Kikyou," he whispered as he lifted the photo to his chest.
"She's pretty…" Kagome mumbled.
"Very."
Was that all he was going to say? She supposed that was better than nothing so she patted him on the top of his head since he was still scouting, "thank you for telling me, Inuyasha."
"I'm not a dog," he grumbled as he stood up to put the photo away, "do… do you want to know the rest?"
"Would you… tell me the rest?" She questioned, her hazels fixed on his every movement until he turned around to look her straight in the eye for just a moment before fixating on the wall to his right.
"I'm a bastard. My mom had an affair with a married demon… I'm iffy on the details of the whole thing but he didn't leave his wife and she choice to have me alone. When I was still really little, not even two, she remarried this," he shook his head and pressed his lips before continuing, "anyway, shortly after… she had Kikyou."
She mulled over his starch expression before she asked in a hush, "so you're half-siblings?" A nod was all she got in return, "where… is she now?" How cruel, she shouldn't have asked, what was wrong with her? How could she spark such a tinge in his eyes? She bit her bottom lip, her heart nearly broke from seeing him like that.
"I…" he meekly started before he bent his brows together and looked to the floor, "I don't know… she just… left."
Leaving him all alone to pick up the pieces she abandon in utter ruins.
A/N: So, anyone see that coming? Yes? No? Maybe so? Well, I'm having fun. So I hope you are, too.
I'm also aware that there are probably quite a few people that dislike shounen-ai/yaoi/etc but my motto is 'to each their own' so just keep it to yourself, please & thank you.
Thank you all that have reviewed, I really, really appreciate it. And thank you to all that have taken my poll on my profile. You are my favorite readers for certain :)