InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Delayed Dawn ❯ And the Gods Cried ( Chapter 5 )

A Delayed Dawn

 

Disclaimer: A little girl in a kimono runs around in circles around another girl sitting in the grass collecting dandelions. The girl collecting dandelions looks over at the child running circles around her. Listening to the kimono-clad girl, we can hear her singing “She disclaims, she disclaims,” Over and over again. “Thanks Rin,” roshully whispers to the dandelions.

 

Warning: This story is posted in the mature section for good reasons. If ideas such as vulgar language, descriptive violence, and sexual situations such as rape disturb you, then you are warned now.

 

 

Chapter Five And the Gods Cried

 

Inuyasha looked up at the sky. He didn't know when the clouds had come, providing a curtain to block out the evening's moonlight. Black threatening clouds had smothered the already dark sky. Usually he was able to pick up the smell of a storm. He blinked as the rain drops fell. In a matter of seconds, he and everything around him was drenched. The gods were not crying for him.

 

No, he had committed a crime that not even they could forgive him. The gods cried for the girl whose body laid out on the dirty ground beside him. But the gods did take pity on him for a moment. With so much rain, no one could see the tears that flowed from Inuyasha's eyes.

 

*Flashback*

 

Inuyasha returned from Sesshoumaru's office and headed to the gym. As the leader of The Toukens, it was his duty to make sure that his men trained diligently and daily. And they were going to train harder than ever starting today. He was angry, pissed off, and near vengeful. And they were going to be his whipping posts. All of these emotions had to be vented out. Why not yell at his men. They would understand. And who cared if they didn't.

 

Kouga could not stop Inuyasha. And he wasn't even going to try. The men understood as well, but still felt that it was wrong that they were to be punished for Inuyasha's selfish needs. After a few hours of Inuyasha beating up on the men and forcing them past their limits, Kouga went out and fetched Miroku. Miroku seemed to be the only one who could get Inuyasha to stop, even for a few seconds.

 

Miroku reluctantly walked into the gym. He gasped at the tired, beaten and bloodied men that slaved in front of him. And it wasn't even lunch yet. Inuyasha was working with some men on their fighting techniques. At least that was Inuyasha's claim. Instead, he was just beating the shit out of them and they couldn't fight back against the angered hanyou.

 

“Inuyasha.” Miroku yelled out. He knew it was just his human mentality that felt for these poor men and demons.

 

Inuyasha looked up. Miroku could see red flashing in his amber eyes and knew that he was in trouble. Suddenly, he wished that he hadn't come. It would soon be his turn to be at the receiving end of Inuyasha's beatings.

 

“So, you sheepshaggers think that my stupid human friend is going to save your sorry asses?” Inuyasha berated. “He's the one I'm pissed off at!” His voice shook the walls. The demons could detect the youkai of their hanyou leader peeking through. They decided that it was safer for them to just stay back and let Inuyasha vent out.

 

Kouga looked over at Miroku, wondering with his eyes what was going on and what they could do about it. Miroku could only shrug his shoulders. He didn't know what he did wrong. “I'm sorry Inuyasha, but perhaps if you clarify to me why you are so angry, there may be a remedy for the solution.”

 

“Don't sugar your words monk. Your little idea backfired.” Inuyasha screamed.

 

Miroku nodded. He now knew. The problem was now resting on Inuyasha's shoulders once again. “I see now.”

 

“Well, that's a miracle. So, I'm stuck with the fucking choice. That poor girl gets no choice. It's me. You get it. ME!” He yelled. And without any warning, he punched the guy nearest to him out and stormed over to Miroku. “Save your preaching for the ones that can be helped.” And everyone watched as Inuyasha left the gym.

 

Kouga stepped up to Miroku, patting the human on the back. “Thanks man. We all thank you.” Kouga then looked over to the guy that was knocked out. “Well, except him.”

 

“This isn't the time.” Miroku spat at the wolf demon, disgusted by his attitude. He wanted to give them all a lesson, but couldn't. None of them knew, and they weren't supposed to know. Miroku turned and left the gym unsure of what to do with Inuyasha. He felt like this was one of those times when there was nothing he could do and for the moment, he would just have to leave Inuyasha alone.

 

*The Streets of New Tokyo*

 

Inuyasha had roamed the streets idly for hours. It was getting dark. He was hungry, but didn't want to eat. He was tired, but couldn't sleep. He was lost, and there wasn't anyone who could find him.

 

He wandered into one of the few parks left in the city and found an empty bench to sit on. And that is where he sat without moving. Inuyasha watched the people pass by him. Loners, some with pets, the young, the old, and families. It was seeing the families that hurt him the most. Did this girl want a family? Would she want a family after she was raped? If she was dead, who would mourn her? Did she have a family? Would they kick her out?

 

What god would allow such a fate to befall on a girl? The same god that allowed this war to carry on for so long? Then they weren't a god at all. A devil. Yes, there was no god, not after this. A devil had to behind all of this. Inuyasha could almost sense the devil nearby, watching him, entertained by the torture Inuyasha was inflicting upon himself. A fucking puppet for the immortal forces.

 

Not even those thoughts could ease Inuyasha's mind. Blaming it on fate was pathetic, an act of weakness. His mind was stuck in a hamster wheel. Think about the war. Think about the child that you had to kill. Think about the other children you might save from becoming a member of The Pack. Surely any female could understand that reasoning. This was for the war.

 

Inuyasha grabbed his head. It was hurting. It was beyond a physical pain. The hurting of his head also hurt his heart, making it difficult to breathe. He looked up, eyes pale and dull. The sun had set some time ago, and dusk had settled. In a few more minutes all traces of the sun would disappear. He was sure it was a full moon tonight. In reality, he didn't really care. None of it mattered.

 

He stood up. Nighttime wasn't safe. Even though he had his gun by his side, if he were ambushed, he would be in danger. Plus, he wasn't in the mood to fight. His mind was considering other matters. It was time to return to the compound. He still had a little bit of time to think this through. He had to be completely sure of any decision he might make.

 

Walking along the streets, Inuyasha took the sights in. Battered and broken buildings lined the streets, broken windows with pieces of plywood nailed in their place. Dirty streets, garbage littered along the curbs and against the buildings. It was a sad and dirty sight. What was worse, the whole world was like this. Everything seemed to have a tinge of dirt and murkiness to it, making everything much more depressing. This was their existence. But it was theirs nonetheless.

 

Inuyasha stopped. He could feel his heart beat heavily in his chest. His youkai was reacting, its blood boiling awake inside of him. Inuyasha grabbed his gun quickly, aiming it at nothing. Was it the enemy? How did they get here? This area of New Tokyo was not their territory. An invasion into their territory would be grounds for full out fighting. Inuyasha was prepared. He could have his men here in a matter of minutes.

 

Sniffing around, he could not smell a large mass of people, or demons. In fact, he couldn't smell much of anything. The claws on his hands elongated, and he could feel his fangs digging deeper into the flesh of his mouth, something that he hated adjusting to. Inuyasha ran over to a building that had a window in it. Staring back at him was his demon self. The purple stripes along his cheeks were seeping through, and crimson bled into the deep pools of amber.

 

This wasn't normal. Inuyasha thought he understood how his demon half worked. Anytime his life was threatened, his youkai would emerge and give him the extra strength and adrenaline to hold out for just a bit longer. But, he wasn't sensing the enemy meaning his life wasn't in danger. He didn't know what was going on. Was he finally losing his mind?

 

Inuyasha stumbled down the sidewalk, as if his body was being pulled toward something. He continued to follow this invisible force, letting himself be controlled. His pace picked up, and he was almost jogging down the street. Turning the corner, he just went, destination unknown.

 

Then his body just stopped at the corner. Inuyasha looked around. Silver strands of hair gently blew in front of his face. He didn't recognize this part of town. The sound of a bell brought his attention to a shop across the street, in the middle of the block. His youkai eyes watched as a girl walked down the steps, a couple of books in her hand. The shop clerk waved to her as she walked down the street. The clerk disappeared back into the store.

 

Inuyasha watched the girl walk down the street and he could feel his youkai forcing his body to follow her.

 

`Wait' Inuyasha commanded his body. `What are you doing?'

 

`Following the tagged girl.' It replied.

 

Inuyasha's eyes went wide. `What? No. No. I . . . I didn't decide. I haven't made my decision yet. This isn't what I want.'

 

`Yes, you have, even if you are not conscious of it.'

 

`I do not want to rape her.' He yelled back at his mind.

 

`I know.' A pause. `But you want to give her the choice of life or death. After you rape her, she will still live and whether she wants to live or die after that is her decision and hers alone.' His youkai told him.

 

Inuyasha's human half could only sit back and watch as his youkai half took over his body against all protests. He had now become the predator and she was his prey. Inuyasha put his gun away. He wouldn't need it to take her. His youkai side was more than strong enough to over power a weak human girl.

 

Running quickly, Inuyasha crossed the streets and followed the scent that she was tagged with. Inuyasha could not identify the scent, but it was powerful enough to make her stand out against all other scents. His youkai was attracted to it and he was reacting to it in a way he never reacted before. His heart thumped, sweat beaded along his brow, and his breathing was short and quick. And now that it had sniffed her out, he knew there was no getting out of it.

 

The girl lethargically walked down the street, reading one of the books, the others placed in a bag. With his demon eyes, he could see her as if it were day time. She was tall and slender, long legs and dark hair. But she had his back to him and he couldn't see anything else about her. He had been warned not to let her see him. An attack from behind would be to his advantage.

 

“The story of the Shikon no Tama.” The girl muttered to herself. She snapped the book shut and slipped in back into her bag. The girl looked up at the sky and wrapped her arms around herself. She was dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, slip on shoes and some jewelry on her wrists. Even though it was summer, she now wished she had worn pants. The evenings were too cold.

 

Skirt. The girl was wearing a skirt. That also made things easier. He had to wait for her to pass the right place. Somewhere dark and hidden. He had to protect himself from her. His mind laughed at that. She would be the one needing the protection. Inuyasha grabbed his sleeve and ripped it off in one quick pull. It would make for a good blindfold. It would be better for her to not be able to see who was behind the destruction of her innocence.

 

The girl was coming up to an alley. `Perfect', youkai Inuyasha thought. It would be dark there. And the streets were empty enough in this area that there wouldn't be anyone around to stop him. He had to do this as quick as possible. Inuyasha jumped up and landed on the roof of one of the smaller buildings. He hurried over to the alley before she walked passed it.

 

The girl didn't notice the clawed hands the reached out and snatched her from the street, pulling her into the darkness of the alley way. The girl tried to scream but found her scream echoing against a hand and back into her throat. Her chest was pushed up against the wall by a strong force. She tried to struggle, wiggling her body in all directions, but found that her attacker had incredible strength.

 

“Just keep quiet bitch.” The voice growled behind her.

 

The girl couldn't help but cry. Inuyasha took his torn sleeve, pushed his body up against her more, and tied it quickly around her eyes. Moving back for an instant, he flipped her body around so that he could see the front of her. The shape of her body surprised him. It was nice and curvy. As his human half tried to fight it, his youkai side couldn't help but be turned on by her body.

 

“Please, please don't hurt me.” The girl begged in between sobs, her head shaking back and forth not knowing where her attacker was at. “I . . . I have money, in my bag. It. . . it's not much. Take it.”

 

“I said quiet bitch or I will hurt you.” He growled quietly into her ear.

 

Inuyasha was lacking in the girl department. He himself was a virgin. And now they had expected him to be able to function properly to carry out his initiation. He would have to let his youkai instincts take over for him. Inuyasha rubbed his hand down her body stopping at her bare thigh, her skin smooth and soft. Slowly, he dragged his hand back up and her skirt came up with it.

 

The girl gasped when she felt the cool breeze hit her. In a quick flash he had cut and pulled her underwear off. She cringed when she felt the weight of his body against hers again, and felt something else hard against her thigh. Her blindfolded eyes went wide when she realized just exactly what was happening to her. It wasn't to take her money.

 

“No, please, stop, don't . . . don't do this.” She begged, her tears soaking the blindfold. Using her legs and anything else, she tried kicking him, anything to get away.

 

Inuyasha slapped her across the cheek and then grabbed her chin harshly. “If you want to live, you'll shut the fuck up and let me do what I have to, bitch.”

 

The girl could only whimper now. There was no compromising with whoever it was that had her at their mercy. She closed her eyes tight and hoped that it would be over with quickly. He knew by smell she wasn't quite ready for him. And wanting to make this as painless as possible for both of them, with one of his hands, he slipped a finger gently into her, rubbing her, trying to make her wet for the lubrication he would need. It didn't take as long as he thought to get her juices flowing. It was a bodily response, not love, even his youkai understand that.

 

His other hand roamed up underneath her blouse, his rough calloused hands caressed her silky smooth skin. He felt her lacy bra and wanted to touch what was contained in it. None of this was for her benefit. He now knew that. Everything at this moment was about him, his wants and his needs. Tearing the material of her shirt and bra away with the slice of his nail, she was open for him to explore her. Her breasts pointed at him, nipples responding to the cool air of the evening. Inuyasha groaned at the sight.

 

Inuyasha grabbed the girl and threw her onto the rocky cement ground. The girl winced at the landing of her body. She could feel the tender areas on her body where the bruises were already forming. Inuyasha fumbled with his pants as he lay down on top of the girl. He cursed at his clumsiness. His pants came down first, followed by his boxers. Inuyasha looked back up at the blindfolded girl from underneath his silver bangs. Her tears stained her cheeks, her lips trembled and her entire body shook in fear.

 

With his knees, he spread her thighs out and positioned himself between them. The girl started to fight back again, hitting her fists against his chest, kicking her knees up and down. Inuyasha grabbed her hands, pulled them up above her head and held them there with one hand. Her legs were of no matter. Being where he already needed to be, he was ready. And if she wasn't, that was her problem, not his.

 

“Please,” he told her softly, some humane compassion in his voice. “I have to do this. I'll make it quick.” His human side had gotten through this once, to calm her down enough so that he could finish. But his youkai side was quickly back in control and there was nothing that his human side could do to stop the youkai now.

 

The girl bit her lip as Inuyasha quickly entered her in one swift stroke, breaking through her barriers. She clenched her fists and her nails dug deep into her skin, breaking through and causing drops of blood to appear. Her teeth bit into her lip, holding back the painful screams afraid of what her attacker would do if she made any sounds. Inuyasha's youkai reacted to the scent. Though he couldn't make it out as her particular scent, the smells of sex and virgin blood, her tears and fear drove him over the edge.

 

He slammed into her slender body over and over. The sound of his grunts and groans, and her whimpers filled the dark alley way. The girl tried to imagine that this was just a nightmare. But the emotions, the things he was doing to her was just too real. She tossed her head from side to side; embarrassed that her body was reacting to the torture it was receiving from her rapist.

 

The youkai-controlled Inuyasha continued to pump in and out of the girl, his human side praying that it would end quickly, not wanting to watch the assault on his victim. He felt himself going deeper and deeper into her warm slick folds. The pressure was building up inside of him and it wouldn't be long now before he came and would be finished with this.

 

The girl just lied there, in a near catatonic state. She could feel her own pressure building up deep in the pit of her stomach. That was the only thing she could feel now. She only hoped he would finish swiftly and not have the satisfaction of having her orgasm as well. He was close. His free hand grabbed her hip and his sharp claws dug through her skirt and deep into her flesh. The claws on the hand holding her wrists did the same thing, drawing out more of her blood, staining his nails scarlet red.

 

One loud groan and he released everything he had deep into her. The girl automatically reacted, biting back her scream, but Inuyasha could feel that she had her own release. It felt unbelievable. As soon as he had finished spilling himself in her, his youkai immediately receded and his human side resurfaced. Inuyasha the hanyou pulled himself out of the girl, trying to catch his breath. He looked down at her body. She was dirty, broken, covered with his sweat, drops of his semen and her blood.

 

Inuyasha jumped away from her, unable to come to terms with what he had just finished doing. Shaking his head, he scrambled backwards, his back hitting the building that he once held her up against. Frantically pulling on his pants, he couldn't believe that he actually followed through with it. His flaccid member covered with her virgin blood. And because of the spell from the initiation, he couldn't smell her to see if she was dead or not.

 

It took a lot of his strength to just stand up. Stumbling over to her, he could see her chest rise and fall. She was alive. That was something of a relief. She had more than just the scars from the rape. He had injured her. Inuyasha shook his head. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't be.

 

Inuyasha looked up at the sky. He didn't know when the clouds had come. Black fearful clouds that had smothered the sky. Usually he was able to pick up the smell of a storm. He blinked as the rain drops fell. In a matter of seconds, he and everything around him was drenched. The gods were not crying for him.

 

No, he had committed a crime that not even they could forgive him. The gods cried for the girl whose body laid out on the dirty ground beside him. But the gods did take pity on him. With so much rain, no one could see the tears that flowed from Inuyasha's eyes.

 

*End*

 

*The War Dogs' Compound*

 

Sesshoumaru was working late in the office as usual. He suddenly heard a crackling sound. Sesshoumaru looked over and saw thin billows of smoke rising out one of the drawers of his desk. He pulled it open just in time to see the scroll burst into flames. It burned quickly until nothing was left but the tiniest pile of ashes.

 

Quickly, Sesshoumaru reached over for the phone and pressed a button. “Miroku. Yes, I know what time it is. Get Kouga. Inuyasha is going to need you. Kouga will find him.” He hung up the phone. Sesshoumaru sighed. The hanyou they were going to be bringing back was not going to be the brother he knew. They were bringing back a changed hanyou. He found himself actually hoping that Kouga and Miroku would find Inuyasha before he did something else he would regret.

 

*Streets of New Tokyo*

 

Inuyasha stumbled down the street, amber eyes dazed and hidden behind the wet and flat bangs. He couldn't hear or sense anything. His entire body was numb.

 

Miroku and Kouga found Inuyasha pretty quickly, which was good for them. They hurried over to the disheveled hanyou. “Inuyasha.” Miroku whispered, trying to reach his friend. “Inuyasha.” Miroku said a bit louder. They had to be careful. No one needed to know about this.

 

Inuyasha stared down at his hands. The rain, the rain wouldn't, couldn't wash away her blood. It had stained his nails and skin. His body began to shake violently. This didn't happen, he tried to tell himself. Flashes of her struggling, her whimpers bombarded his mind. Inuyasha's eyes grew wide.

 

Falling to his knees, Inuyasha clenched his fists tightly, digging his nails into his skin, trying to cover her blood with his own. He could handle his own blood. He could not handle the blood of an innocent woman he just raped. He, he did rape her. Inuyasha started to growl. He raped her. He raped HER.

 

Tossing his head back, Inuyasha screamed. Miroku and Kouga both looked at each other, understanding the anguish their friend was feeling. But they couldn't have him screaming like this. It would attract attention and Sesshoumaru wouldn't want that, not for Inuyasha.

 

Kouga tried to reach out to grab Inuyasha, to help him to his feet, but the hanyou carelessly swung his arms at them, keeping his friends at bay. Miroku shook his head and then looked over at Kouga. Kouga understood. Sighing, he had to help his friend, even if that meant hurting him.

 

“Don't take this the wrong way.” Kouga whispered. Rushing in faster than Inuyasha's senses could notice, Kouga had landed a good punch in Inuyasha's face.

 

Blackness washed over Inuyasha quickly and he fell back onto the ground. Kouga went over and picked Inuyasha up, tossing his limp body over his shoulder.

 

“What about the girl?” Kouga asked.

 

Miroku sighed. Sesshoumaru didn't say anything about the girl. Probably because she was human or just disposable. “Let's get Inuyasha somewhere safe. We'll come back for the girl.” It was difficult for Miroku to say that and Kouga knew it. They had no other choice. Kouga ran with Inuyasha, and Miroku wasn't far behind.

 

Kouga and Miroku brought Inuyasha to the medical center at the compound, lying him down on one of the beds. Sesshoumaru was there, but only watched as they brought his brother in. After that he had left. Sesshoumaru knew that he would be the last thing Inuyasha would want to see if he woke up.

 

Miroku and Kouga left Inuyasha in the care of the doctors as they returned back to the area where they found Inuyasha. They searched the area, looking for a battered and raped girl. Miroku and Kouga entered the alleyway. From the looks of the ground, there was some kind of struggle. Miroku bent down, reaching out with his hands, fingers gliding over fragments of broken beaded jewelry. This was where it had taken place.

 

“Do you see her?” Miroku asked, relying on Kouga's demon sense to pick up something, anything.

 

Kouga looked around. He sniffed the air, but with the rain, everything was washed away. The clearing on the ground and the broken jewelry were the only indication that something had happened here. He looked up at Miroku and shook his head. “No.”

 

Miroku sighed. “Well, this may mean she survived.”

 

Kouga nodded. “Do you think it's possible someone found her?”

 

“I hope not.” Miroku said. “For their sake. Sesshoumaru wouldn't let them live.”

 

With no reason to stick around, they headed back to the compound and to wait for their friend to wake. Miroku decided he would tell Inuyasha that she survived. Even if she hadn't, he would still tell Inuyasha that she had. That was the only thing Miroku figured he could offer Inuyasha that might help him heal. Miroku sighed. Dealing with Inuyasha was going to suck from now on.