InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Addiction ❯ Her body ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: All right, I'm finally working on this story again. Sorry guys. I got into writing my other story, and I couldn't concentrate on this one. I knew I should've never started two stories. I was just afraid someone would take this idea before I got to it. Anyway, on with the chapter.

 

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own InuYasha. I'll get over it…eventually.

 

Chapter 4: Her body

 

Kagome just stared for a while, unable to look away. Though she had figured that this was where InuYasha was receiving the drugs, it had never crossed her mind that her own father was his dealer. She could hardly believe it. Even after all this time, he was still using—still dealing.

 

`I guess I just thought he would've moved somewhere else by now, or died from an overdose, or…' Her mind tracked off as she shook her head. `Don't think about that,' she told herself. `This has nothing to do with him. It's just about InuYasha.' She pressed her back fully against the wall, breathing deeply. What was she supposed to do now? She hadn't thought ahead. Kagome quickly jerked her head to peer around the corner of the alley as the sound of a man's cry reached her ear.

 

“All right, you can have it!” her father struggled out, shoving a large black bag into InuYasha's arms. “Here it is. Now give me my money!”

 

InuYasha took a step back, carrying the bag securely in his arms, as if he were holding his own life. “I don't owe you anything!” he hissed, turning around, and continuing his strides forward.

 

Kagome found herself paralyzed as she watched the scene in front of her; her father was reaching into his jacket pocket. `Dad, what are you doing?' her mind cried. He held something firmly in his right hand; it glinted, even in the darkness that engulfed the alleyway. `He's got a gun!' Kagome felt her breath hitch in her throat. She did the only thing she could think to do—she screamed. “InuYasha!”

 

In that instant, Kagome lost all of her senses and all coherent thoughts. For a moment there was no alley, no building surrounding her—there was only a thick blackness, and standing amongst it was InuYasha. His form was shining, and all she could do was run closer to his light. Then she heard it, the shot. The intense ringing of it in her ear never seemed to cease until her body became numb. The only thing she could feel was the sensation of her own flesh being torn.

 

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Hurt, blood, betrayal—Kagome could see all of these things through half-lidded eyes as she escaped from her blackness. A searing pain was coursing through her right arm, invoking her disgruntled expression, her body attempting movement. Her breathing came out in labored gasps as she fought to keep her regained consciousness. She could feel blood pooling onto the once white sleeve of her school uniform, expanding to cover the entire front of the cloth with its crimson hue. Her mind was infused with an unceasing blur. What had happened? She vaguely recalled running toward InuYasha, as if he were beckoning her forward—but why? Her clouded vision turned to her arm. A gun, her father had a gun.

 

“Kagome,” she heard a low, darkened voice rasp out, causing her aching form to shudder. The voice was gruff, and sounded as though it was shrouded with confusion and hurt. But whom did it belong to? It was practically radiating with familiarity, yet Kagome couldn't seem to place it.

 

She forced her eyes to open further, trying to alleviate her distorted vision. “InuYasha,” she called softly and fervently, not knowing what else to say. His name seemed to be the only thing that never left her mind. Though it was sometimes faint, it was always there, resounding like a gong that had just been struck. Her vision began to focus, enabling her to make out the gravel her body was sprawled across. She could see the bloodstained dirt and rocks scattered around her, encompassing her like some maroon lake. “InuYasha,” she said again.

 

“I'm…right here,” she heard him say meekly from behind her—it was the same gruff voice.

 

“What…what happened?” She tried to force her head backwards, so her gaze could fall upon his face, knowing that somehow this would make everything seem better. A wince quickly overtook her features, and she moved her head back to its previous position. With tears brimming her eyes, she averted them toward his soft voice as he began speaking again.

 

“I don't know…” He trailed off for a moment, his body sinking low until his knees touched the hard ground. He moved a calloused hand to her face, gently brushing his fingers through her raven bangs. “I don't know anything anymore.”

 

She let her eyes flutter shut, adoring the feeling of his skin against hers. This was the closest they had been in ages. With InuYasha having all of his problems, he had become preoccupied, distancing himself from contact. Though she hated to admit it, Kagome knew that their friendship was slowly deteriorating. “You have to help me,” she told him suddenly, as another immense pain flooded through her wounded arm, causing her face to screw up in agony. “I need you to take me home…now.”

 

An abrupt and piercing silence settled itself between the two. Kagome could only hear the vague sound of InuYasha's ragged breathing before he finally let out a shaky sigh. “I can't, Kagome,” he gasped out. “I need…”

 

Kagome's eyes snapped open as his words began to sink in and his hand began to shake against her damp and sweaty face. He was going to choose drugs over her. Her mind was crying for her to be angry—for her to let him know just what he was doing. Still, her weakened body wouldn't let her scream or gather such words. “I know, InuYasha,” she said finally, her breaths becoming uneasier with each passing moment. “I just need you to do this for me. It's important.”

 

He jerked his hand back, his eyes scanning her intensely. “I…I can't. I will…I just have to…” InuYasha pulled his weary body up, giving her a fleeting glance before turning away. “I have to go,” he said, letting himself move away from her, leaving her with the worst of feelings—loneliness.

 

“Stop,” she whispered weakly as her eyes became glazed with a blanket of un-fallen tears. “You can't leave me here… I don't want to die…not now.” She raked the ground with the fingers on her left hand, letting the dirt sift through, and watching it with the utmost sorrow. She didn't want to be stuck here, blood seeping from her arm, making a new home on the soil around her. “Come back for me,” she called into the abyss. “Just don't leave me.”

 

“You're not alone, you know,” a voice called. There was a brief pause. “I missed you, Kagome.”

 

She didn't move—didn't speak. Everything in her wanted to run and escape the jeering voice beside her that she knew all too well; but her undermined body wouldn't allow her to. She could only lye there and face away from the foundation of her suffering—her father.

 

“It's nice to finally see you again,” he said as his shadow began looming deadly close to Kagome. He laughed slightly “I guess your friend wasn't quite as thrilled.”

 

Kagome could not help but feel as if she were a human pincushion; his words stung, each syllable stabbing her with an unthinkable force. “I don't want you near me,” she told him dimly, forcing her eyes to focus in his direction. He still looked the same, his black hair matted, covering part of his face. He had the same darkened and worn-down skin that haunted her thoughts—the same jet black eyes that could slice through the air. He still wore his dark, battered clothes, and that impeccable smile on his face. “Just leave,” she pressed, noticing his steps forward.

 

His smile simply broadened. “Little girls shouldn't talk to their father that way, Kagome.” He knelt down next to her, turning her face toward him. “Although, you have grown since I last saw you. Remember that night?”

 

Yes, it was clearly framed in her mind, despite her protesting thoughts. That night had seemed endless. There was screaming, things were thrown, and blood was lost. She could still hear her mother's shrill voice reverberating around her and she could still feel her father's hands on her. Something would simply not allow her to forget what had happened that night.

 

Flashback

 

Kagome approached her father, her thirteen-year-old hands quivering. He was resting on the sofa in the main room, cracking his knuckles in the silence. It was dark, but she could still see his longing glances at her. She gulped, ambling to his side with a pleading look in her eyes.

 

His eyes landed on her innocent face. “I guess you're out, then?” he asked, sitting up slowly and grinning at her. “Do you have money?”

 

Kagome shook her head. “I couldn't find any. Mom hasn't gone to the bank, I guess.” Her gaze altered to the floor as she began inadvertently kicking her left foot back and forth. “But I still-”

 

“You know what the payment is if you don't have the cash,” her father said, cutting her off. He moved a hand to stroke her right cheek. “Such smooth skin,” he noted with a devilish wink.

 

She took a step back, shivering, and running a hand nervously through the ponytail she had her hair tied back in. Taking a deep breath, she gazed at her father's particularly giddy face, wanting nothing more than to get away from him as fast as humanly possible. “I was actually hoping that we could skip it this time,” she spat out quickly as she clenched her eyes shut, already able to feel his anger.

 

“That's not fair, Kagome,” he told her, his tone frighteningly calm and collected. He stood up, placing his hands on her shoulders. “We had a deal. You can't just break a promise. Didn't your mother and I teach you anything?” He pulled her close to him in a tight embrace that should have been loving; but Kagome could sense the real emotion behind it—lust.

 

She whimpered as her head was forced against his chest. “I don't wanna make you mad, but I really don't want to now. Just please…” She looked up at his face with a beseeching expression. “Please don't make me. Can we just forget the deal?” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, seeing her father's immediate and penetrating glower. “I'm sorry!” she cried quickly.

 

Her father let out a low and fierce laugh. “Too late.” His fingernails dug hard into her skinny arms, and he thrust her onto the couch, pressing her fully against the cushions. “There are two ways we can do this,” he hissed sourly, mindful of his wife sleeping in the next room. “Either you can learn to keep your word, or I will have to make you. What do you want to do?” Her silence caused impatience to grab him with its grimy hands. He began to shake her violently. “Answer me!”

 

Kagome watched him in horror, tears now cascading down her cheeks like small waterfalls. She couldn't breathe—she couldn't think. And at that moment she only trusted one person. “Mom!” she screeched, instantly feeling the agony of her father's fist.

 

End flashback

 

After that, her mother had come bursting in the room, finally realizing the horrible truth about her husband and daughter. Kagome shook the thought away, turning her attention back to the father who had betrayed her trust all of those year ago. “I do remember,” she said feebly as she tried to force her eyes away from him. “Why does it matter?”

 

He ran a thumb in circles around her cheek. “I just think that it's good to look back on the past—to remember who we were.” His eyes darkened. “You're mad, Kagome. I can tell. You probably think your friend is destroying his life.” He leaned his face closer to her. “But you were far worse than he is. You would do anything, remember?”

 

Kagome clenched her eyes shut, attempting not to relive the painful memory. “Stop it,” she begged weakly, shaking her head. “Don't…”

 

“He simply refuses to pay,” her father went on, “but you came up with a different payment. You gave yourself for it, Kagome.”

 

She cried mercilessly, feeling as if her head would split in two if didn't stop herself. Still, tears continued to fall. She could feel blood begin to once again gush from her arm, and dizziness began to make itself a constant. “Don't say anything else!”

 

“Your body for smack, right?”

 

“Shut-up!” She didn't want to remember what she had done or to be reminded of her encounters with him. Everything just needed to disappear.

 

Her father smiled wickedly, moving to brush his fingers across her wound. “I guess now you'd rather trade your life for that boy's. Such a noble girl.”

 

Kagome wanted to say something or to gain enough strength to move away from him; but she began to feel cold, and was quickly filled with a sense of darkness she had never known. The last thing she felt was her own breathing stop.

 

A/N: Ahem. -clears throat- I would like to take this moment to say that Kagome's father is a sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick man. I would have killed him if I were her mother. I would also like to take another moment to say that I am truly evil and proud of it. Hehe. Sorry for the cliffhanger. (Not really. I actually make it a point to end with a cliffhanger.) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope that you'll find it in your hearts to REVIEW! Thank you.