InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayal's Gift ❯ Chapter 26

Thank you to all who've reviewed the story like Kilichan, ladywolf, xAznPurity and Jester08 it is truly appreciated. I'd like to say this, yes it is sad but I promise, this has a happy ending don't give up on it kay! *smiles*

 

~~~~***~~~~

 

26

 

Kuma sat in the bed sore all over her body. She looked crossly at the sleeping inu youkai that lay in the bed with her. Kuma was a proud panda bear youkai who was chieftainess in her clan. However, some raiding youkai killed most of them and sold her off to slavery to shame her more once they had their way with her. No one would care or believe that she held a dignified status. She was a gentle kind soul and her powers were no more than to keep the forest rich and green. Being that her tribe held no specific powers other than to help nature grow it was easy to take them down and bully whoever was left alive. So it was easy to keep her alive and make her a slave.

 

But years of abuse has made her hard and bitter. She hated men for they all used her as a whipping post. She stared daggers at the beautiful sleeping youkai for he was just the same. Did he bother to ask her what she preferred, did he bother to feel pity for her and set her free. No, just like the others before him he used her body to lay out his anger and frustration.

 

It didn't matter to her that having sadistic sex was the only way she could achieve orgasm she hated herself for liking it, no for loving it, begging for it and hated him more for giving her that shameful pleasure.

 

She began to touch her swollen nether lips and delicately began to message the folds. She bit her lips thinking about how good it felt when he roughly entered her body; already she felt the lubrication forming on her fingers. She pushed them in further, hating herself for getting excited thinking about the rough sex.

 

`Damn him, damn him for shaming me.'

 

She slipped her fingers deeper when she closed her eyes and relived him slamming her up against the hard ground onto her stomach and taking her savagely from behind. She fought him but he only hit her hard in the back of the head causing her forehead to smack the floor. With a vise like grip he held both of her wrists behind her back as he pushed further within her sopping core.

 

She moaned out loud and caused him to stir in his sleep. Four of her fingers were already embedded within her. She began to stroke herself again slowly cursing herself for enjoying his hard touch.

 

She recounted the moment he withdrew from her and picked up her body and forced her onto the bed, bent like an upside down L he fingered her clitoris and brought the juice up to the crack preparing it for his hard intrusion.

 

She could smell the salt of his tears and feel the essence of his anger floating off of him. She could tell that he was upset. The tears are what frightened her the most, for she's never known him to cry. But her body responded knowing that his anger tonight was going to bring her great pleasure and she hated him for that.

 

Pushing her shoulders into the sack mattress full of straw he nudged himself rudely into the tight pincher. Tears sprung to her eyes as he slapped her fat cheeks til it was tenderized. With one big hand he covered her entire throat as he pushed further into the tight but wanting tunnel. With each thrust her soaking cunt rubbed against the rough material mixing in with the feeling of him stroking the inside of her anal walls with his rigid and unyielding staff and she felt the shameful heat of pleasure coursing through her body. Convulsing on a very strong orgasm she whispered mercy in a dry and coarse voice for she knew that was what he wanted to hear.

 

Like an exploding cannon he shot his life giving force and she felt the power of it coursing through her body as if she consumed fire. Holding on as if her life depended on it she sucked him dry using the muscles of her anal cavity. His hand covering her throat slowly loosened while bloody claws raked down her back.

 

Gently removing himself from her he scooped her up and placed her onto her stomach and with warm water and a rag he cleaned up her deep scratch wounds that he left. He kissed the back of her neck rolled over and went to sleep. No words, no apologies and why should he, she's a slave; her performance is exactly what was given him as a gift for. One day, when she frees herself from his grasp she'll find those bastards who sold her into slavery as a sadistic freak, she'll cut down the western youkai lord who had her for centuries to cause her so much more shame by gifting her talents to his brother.

 

So now she sits there having a silent orgasm for reminiscing about something that happened only moments ago and hating him for it, hating them all.

 

`He left me alone until she came into the picture…that damn mortal woman. Since he brought that damn bitch back I've had to suffer my shame. I need to pay her back.'

 

She smiled wickedly as she knows that her master hasn't laid a finger on the mortal girl. And it would only be a matter of time before her lustful lord starts to bed that wench. Why he was taking his time on this one was beyond her, but, if she could make the wench believe how terrifying he is in bed, than maybe she'll exact her revenge on the girl in a small way.

----------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------

Hotaru woke up from a disturbing dream at least she hoped it was a dream. Lately she has been feeling a tad bit different from how she normally feels. The cat youkai in her dream seemed extremely terrified of her and then she blacked out, only to open her eyes again and feel a dark aura running through her body.

 

Hotaru opened an eye and noticed that her captor was sitting on a cushion across the room looking at her.

 

“In…Inuyasha what are you doing there on the floor if you don't mind my asking?”

 

He stood up and sniffed her which caused Hotaru to tighten her hold on the sheet that covered her.

 

“You smell a little different.”

 

He looked into her eyes and saw a questioning look. Inuyasha tried putting in place his stoic face, but found that this time it was impossible to do. Sorrow danced in his golden orbs putting Hotaru nerves on the rise.

 

“What's wrong Inuyasha you're starting to freak me out. Tell me….is my grandmother…she's alright right?”

 

“I don't know how to tell you this but to simply say it. Your grandmother is dead.”

 

Hotaru gasped while her heart seemed to stop beating in her chest. Holding her delicate hand over her mouth she shook her head no as tears started to form in her eyes without her knowledge of them.

 

“How…you…….this is a lie….she was just in… she was just sick that's all….you sick bastard why would you tell me something like that.”

 

She went over to him stood in his face challenging his words. Inuyasha looked away from her, his emotions still too raw.

 

“It's true.”

 

Hotaru shook her head in denial her tears spilling down her ashen face she began to beat against his broad chest like a child throwing a tantrum.

 

“No, you lie. You are lying to me why are you lying to me!”

 

Inuyasha now took a hold of her hands and looked disapprovingly at her. Not once in his life has he ever lied and he was going to let her know that.

 

“I've never lied a day in my life you got that! Besides, she was just an old woman, she was going to die regardless…from what I saw…a wound like that to the head…she was just suffering.”

 

With that he threw her hands down and watched as she fell on the floor in her anguish and left the room without another word. After what he said sunk in her head Hotaru got up and ran to the door opening it wildly, she wanted to run, run and not look back, she wanted to hurt something, hurt herself, but she was too scared to do it, she was in denial, her grandmother cannot be dead. Not the one and only person who's love has never altered for her not one bit. Once she opened it the guards who were watching her crossed their weapons in front of her blocking her leaving the room.

 

“You bastards! Let me out of here, let me go home!”

 

They forcefully shoved her back into the room but she was quick to jump back up and use whatever physical force she had to win her way out. She clawed and bit like a cat dumped in water. She pulled their hair and used all her karate moves she knew. She was out of control and they knew it. They didn't want to hurt her, but, they had to do something.

 

One of the guards had went and got Ino to come and calm the girl down. Using a needle of some sort Ino gave Hotaru the calming medicine and immediately she began to slow down. Ino sensing the girls' exhaustion and knowing that the girl too was under deep stress it was inevitable that the young priestess would eventually hit her plateau.

 

Hotaru feeling the drugs immediately began to falter while she was hitting the large muscle on the bull youkai. Finally, too weak to stand she felt the bull pick her up like a baby, cradling her to his chest, however, she only had one thing on her mind as she felt her body descending onto the bed carefully.

 

“Grandmother…you can't be…I will not believe him…you're alive.”

 

`Are you so sure about that? Why would Inuyasha lie about something like that? I do believe that I hurt her pretty badly. Good for the old crone she got on my nerves with her ever so perfect nature.

 

“Not now Hitomi, shut up leave me alone!”

 

`I can't, not yet anyway. It is way more fun torturing you. Remember, I was there when she fell, I pushed her and it was a very nasty fall. Remember when you finally wimped out and let me take over our body. Remember…when I was going to take care of our prenatal problem.'

 

Hotaru opened her watery eyes wide with Shock. Though it was in fragments she couldn't remember everything, but something deep within her soul knew that Hitomi was speaking the truth, however, Hotaru did not want to see it.

 

“No, I wont believe you either, your just…your just trying to torture me. Why do you do that to me? Why?”

 

There was no response except for laughter than in an eerie echo in her head she heard Hitomi whisper.

 

“All will be revealed soon enough.”

 

A day later Inuyasha ran through the woods to the bone eaters well. Why did he let her get to him like that? Why was he even affected by Ms. Higurashi's death? He shook his long silver hair and jumped down the well. On the other side he noticed that they had their funeral for the woman he liked as a second mother. He waited for all the people who wanted to give the family their condolences to leave. He was able to tell that Souta, Kagome and Miroku were the only ones in the room.

 

“Kagome why don't we go inside now? You need to eat something.” Miroku said folding his arms around his wife who just sat there looking at her mother wrapped tightly in the white gauze that by tradition kept away the evil spirits.

 

Kagome just shook her head.

 

“Come on Kagome, why don't we go inside the house just in case Hotaru comes back, you'd want to tell her about her grandmother don't you.” Souta said trying to help the situation.

 

Kagome gasped, she had forgotten about Hotaru. She reached out to her brother.

 

“Souta…she won't be coming, but you can wait at the house I want to stay here with mama.”

 

Souta made a face to protest but she held up a shaky white hand.

 

“Don't worry about me…you go take Miroku with you…I need to stay here with…”

 

“Souta go on ahead I'll stay here with Kagome okay.”

 

Souta frowned and looked at his sister worriedly so much has happened to his family and he was too busy to realize what was happening. He turned and opened the door. Looking back once more he sighed and walked back to the house.

 

It seemed like a few minutes had passed by when Miroku felt the presence of a youkai with a very dark foreboding aura.

 

“Kagome…get away from here.”

 

“No one is going anywhere.”

 

Kagome opened her eyes wide with shock and fear at the recognition of that voice. She slowly looked up at her husband and noticed that in a matter of seconds he was just about as pale as her dead mother. She turned further to see a shadowy figure in the door way with a big blue moon standing behind him. Hair was flowing to one side and red eyes protruded through the darkened door way.

 

“Inu…” She whispered out but couldn't at this moment continue for she was too in shock.

 

Miroku stood up shakily but he mastered his voice to leave his fear out of it and tried to sound like the old Miroku that Inuyasha knew and cared for.

 

“I see you are now a full blooded youkai Inuyasha…so…are you here to…”

 

Inuyasha bounded into the room and grabbed Miroku up by his neck and started to growl.

 

“If you must know I came here to give my respects. I don't too much care for either of you, but, she…”

 

He looked over to the woman who he had warm motherly feelings for.

 

“No…I've got other plans to exact my revenge on you both…but not today.”

 

He dropped Miroku like a sack of potatoes. He lit a candle for Ms. Higurashi then moving his white boa he pulled out of his silken robes parchment and a quill pen. He handed it to Kagome.

 

“Here I need to you write a letter to your daughter, tell her what happened to her grandmother and make sure that she'll know it's you.”

 

He dropped the stuff onto the floor and turned his back folding his hands into his sleeves. Miroku looked up at Inuyasha real fear ran down his spine.

 

“Hotaru is with you then?”

 

“….”

 

“Please Inuyasha…my daughter has been through a lot…please don't hurt her anymore, let her come home please don't punish her for my sins, punish me please…not Hotaru.”

 

Inuyasha looked at his former friend with disgust but an evil smile played on his lips. Then he bent toward Miroku like he was going to tell him a secret and began speaking lowly, but loud enough for Miroku to hear.

 

“Punish her? I would have never thought about punishing her, however, her life is in my hands, see she is my prisoner, yeah, her freakish powers are causing a disruption throughout my lands and she awaits to stand trial with my brother as the judge and jury…but in the mean time…she's a ripe and beautiful girl. I enjoy hearing her call my name over and over again. I don't know buzo bastard, I might send her home or I might not if she isn't killed for any crimes that is.”

 

 

He looked coldly at Kagome, his eyes flashing dangerously. His hate for her making him angrier at them both. Smelling the fear spiking from Miroku was only setting off his own thirst for revenge even stronger. Miroku prostrated himself in front of the youkai lord.

 

“Please I beg of you Inuyasha please send her back home, you can take your revenge out on me, you can kill me if that so pleases you, but…”

 

Looking off to the side and inspecting some invisible dirt on his boa Inuyasha nonchalantly cooed

 

“Spare me monk, you're embarrassing yourself. You are not going to get off that easy, you or Kagome.”

 

He turned to look crossly at Kagome sitting on the floor with the paper that he tossed at her.

 

“Hurry up and write bitch I ain't got all day. Being in the same room with you both makes me sick to the damn stomach.”

 

“Inuyasha…” Kagome began timidly. She paused when she heard him growl at her. She looked down showing submission, he did have her daughter and though she knew of her own outcome she had to be careful for her daughter already suffered and is continuing to suffer for her sins.

 

“How is Hotaru? Is she….”

 

Showing his fangs in a sadistic smile that resemble a snarl he stated:

 

“She's with me and that is all you need to know whore. Oh, and by the way Miroku…your innocent little girl wasn't so innocent and pure I guess she takes after her old man's wife huh.”

 

With phase one of his revenge planted in their heads he snatched the parchment from Kagome's offering hand and laughed as he summoned his powers to float out of the temple. Miroku laid his body out on the floor and began to weep.

 

“I'm so sorry…Hotaru please forgive me…please…”

 

Kagome with tears of her own crouched over her husband and touched his shoulder.

 

“It's not your fault Miroku…”

 

Wet purple eyes met brown ones mirroring his own fears.

 

“What have I done Kagome, what have I done to our daughter?”

 

With no more words but a heap of regrets they both sat there holding on to each other to keep from drowning.