InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bleeding Heart ❯ Beginning ( Chapter 1 )
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By: DemonKirara00 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.22.2004 | Updated On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 941 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.22.2004 | Updated On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 941 | Status: Completed
A/N: Hey, Risha here. There's probably a ton of stories like this out there somewhere, but I swear on my own life I got these ideas from my own head! Anyway, there is some lemon-flavored activities in this chappie, but nothing too completely serious. I'll make sure to warn you in which chapter there is major lemon activity going on. Thankies! ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Wish I did, though.
Bleeding Heart
Chapter One: Beginning
A false smile tugs at my lips as when my eyes meet his as I look up from my school work.
He's always watching me.
I don't know why; It's just always been that way. Maybe he's protective.
But protective doesn't make sense.
Nothing makes much sense anymore.
I drop my head back down to my work, and I can still feel his eyes on me. It doesn't bother me; It's something I'm used to.
I guess you could say we're "friends"...but only because we met in elementary school. Then, we moved on. By that, I mean we moved on to Junior High, and now, High School. What can I say? A lot happens on those few years. Things change; no one can deny that.
I'll never forget the days we used to spend together. I miss being younger...I could do so much more. Sort of like a "no strings attached" kind of thing.
I sigh, knowing that I am where I am, and nothing can change that.
We "split up" after elementary school. His mother died, and after that, he was distant. I thought he just needed time to himself, so I spent the summer after sixth grade without him.
I was wrong.
I tried talking to him during school the next year, but all I got from him were basic replies; things he said to people he was only acquainted with. He wasn't open to me anymore.
In less than a few months, he had earned the school's "bad boy" reputation. I can't say that I wasn't disappointed...I knew he could do better.
So, seventh grade was different. He wasn't there by my side anymore. I thought that maybe he just needed a few months to express how he was feeling. I figured his mother's death had a horrible affect on him...I didn't ask.
I was wrong about him needing time...again.
Since then, I've managed to keep my good grades alive, while he completely blows school off all together. That's what set us apart, I think. He's not dumb...he and I both know that, but he chooses to act like he is. I have yet to completely figure him out.
It's our Junior Year, and he still holds his bad-ass reputation. Sure, we talk, but not like we used to. Occasionally, he'll call, but only if he feels he needs the homework assignment for chemistry.
I hear his so-called "friends" enter the diner, interrupting my thoughts. I move closer to the wall, hoping not to be noticed. But, once again, I realize my efforts are futile.
I feel someone sit down next to me as I force out letters on my paper, pretending to do my homework.
"Hey..." someone says. The voice tells me it's Kijuro. Nervously, I peek through my raven hair and realize I've thought correctly.
Gathering my courage, I raise my head up to make eye contact with him. "What do you want, Kijuro?" I ask firmly, our gazes locked.
"Whoa," he says, reaching to put an arm around my waist and pull me closer. "No need to get angry." His voice is full of stupid laughter.
I struggle to get away, but he holds me to the booth, not letting me leave. I can hear his friends laughing in the background as his hand trails up my thigh.
I look at my childhood friend, who had been watching me so closely, with a pleading glance. He just looks away, as if debating whether or not to help me.
Kijuro's hand passes my waist and begins moving up my side. I look desperately around the diner, but the workers are in the back, and no one else is sitting at the tables. This isn't a very popular place; and I had told my friends that I wanted to be alone.
I don't struggle as Kijuro's lips kiss my neck; all movement is useless. His hold on my legs is too strong. I do not scream, because I knew he will do worse things to me - maybe even hurt me - if I do.
"Leave her alone," I hear a voice say.
Startled, I look up through tear-blurred eyes and see him .
"What?" Kijuro says, completely awestruck.
"I said, 'leave her alone,'" he repeats. "Kagome, go."
I quickly gather my belongings, leave the booth as smoothly as possible, and bolt out the door. I begin to sprint home, tears staining my face. I can only imagine what's being said in the diner right now.
Nothing has ever happened this bad before. They've never touched me, only said things to me. I can't tell if my tears are falling because I'm scared, or because I'm hurt.
Why did I expect him to help me right away? I roll my eyes at my stupidity and slow to a walk. I pull my hands inside my sweatshirt and shiver as a cool breeze blows through the air. Suddenly, I hear a car pull up behind me.
I turn around, and realize it's Koga.
"Need a ride?" he asks, slowing to a walking speed next to me. My home isn't too far away, but it's cold, and I don't feel like turning offers down or arguing, so I accept.
I nod my head and get in. I wipe the tears from my face with my sweatshirt sleeves and hold back anymore that are still inside me.
Koga's always been a friend to me; giving me rides to school and helping me with countless homework assignments. He's probably my best "guy friend," aside from Miroku. Koga has asked me out on dates many times, but he now finally understands that I'm not "in" to him like that.
"What's wrong?" he asks, keeping his eyes on the road.
I shake my head, not wanting to talk about it. But somehow, he has an idea of what went on in the diner today.
"Them again, huh?" he asks softly.
All I can do is nod my head, fearing that if I speak, I'll burst into tears.
Koga turns the car into my driveway and I glance at the clock. It's five thirty...I was at the diner longer than I thought I was.
"I'll walk you to the door," he says, after a few seconds of silence. I nod, step out of the car, and walk to my door.
It's Thursday, which means my mom is working late 'til six. So, I motion for Koga to come inside. My mom doesn't like Koga much; I have yet to figure out why.
He takes a seat on the living room couch as I quickly run up the stairs to put my things away.
I don't know how, or why, but I find myself sobbing on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around me.
"Kagome...what happened?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I look up at him and tell him everything. Tell him how Kijuro laughed as he touched me, how the rest of them laughed, how Inuyasha had told him to leave me alone. He seemed surprised at the last part, but who wouldn't be? Me and Inuyasha used to be friends, but now, we hardly ever speak to each other.
He kisses the top of my head as I finish my story and holds me closer to him. I don't object...I'm too upset.
Koga leans back so I'm laying on top of him, my face buried in his sweatshirt. His hands run through my hair, and I look up at him with grateful eyes.
"Thanks, Koga," I say softly. He nods in response, lightly caressing my arm. He leans down to kiss me, and once again, I don't object. To my surprise, I kiss back, and even grant him entrance as his tongue slides over my lips.
Why am I doing this? I ask myself. I honestly don't know what's keeping me from stopping him. I just want to feel loved. But I don't think I like Koga this way, but maybe -
My thoughts are interrupted as his hand slips up my sweatshirt and he runs his fingers over my right breast. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I melt into his actions.
I still don't understand, but I let him rid me of my sweatshirt and bra without hesitation.
I am now sitting up, looking directly into his eyes, wondering if I should do this. My thoughts are lost, however, as he kisses me again and runs a clawed finger down my body.
I melt into him once more, but then I hear my mother's car pull into the driveway.
"Shit..." he mutters, helping me back into my clothes quickly enough so that I am fully dressed when my mother opens the door.
Koga smiles a fake smile on his way out the door, and my mother's eyes flash with anger.
"Why was he here?" she demands.
I give her the old excuse of how he was here to help me with my homework, and I get the lecture of how she doesn't approve of me hanging out with "someone like him." I roll my eyes and run up the stairs to my room, hoping to find sleep.
I speak nothing of Kijuro; nothing of the diner. My mother doesn't need to know.
Next Time: Chapter Two: Forced Relations
The cool air is nipping at my face, and I curse at myself for not wearing a warmer jacket. The way to the bar isn't long, but today it sure feels like it. I reach the busier part of town and pass a few alleyways.
I'm almost to work, but suddenly, I'm grabbed by something and pulled into an alleyway, as thousands of possibilities for who it is run through my mind.
But one name seems to stick out at me.
Kijuro.
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A/N: Hope you liked the first Chappie of Bleeding Heart ^^ Thanks for reading, and I'll try to get the second Chappie done as fast as possible! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Wish I did, though.
Bleeding Heart
Chapter One: Beginning
A false smile tugs at my lips as when my eyes meet his as I look up from my school work.
He's always watching me.
I don't know why; It's just always been that way. Maybe he's protective.
But protective doesn't make sense.
Nothing makes much sense anymore.
I drop my head back down to my work, and I can still feel his eyes on me. It doesn't bother me; It's something I'm used to.
I guess you could say we're "friends"...but only because we met in elementary school. Then, we moved on. By that, I mean we moved on to Junior High, and now, High School. What can I say? A lot happens on those few years. Things change; no one can deny that.
I'll never forget the days we used to spend together. I miss being younger...I could do so much more. Sort of like a "no strings attached" kind of thing.
I sigh, knowing that I am where I am, and nothing can change that.
We "split up" after elementary school. His mother died, and after that, he was distant. I thought he just needed time to himself, so I spent the summer after sixth grade without him.
I was wrong.
I tried talking to him during school the next year, but all I got from him were basic replies; things he said to people he was only acquainted with. He wasn't open to me anymore.
In less than a few months, he had earned the school's "bad boy" reputation. I can't say that I wasn't disappointed...I knew he could do better.
So, seventh grade was different. He wasn't there by my side anymore. I thought that maybe he just needed a few months to express how he was feeling. I figured his mother's death had a horrible affect on him...I didn't ask.
I was wrong about him needing time...again.
Since then, I've managed to keep my good grades alive, while he completely blows school off all together. That's what set us apart, I think. He's not dumb...he and I both know that, but he chooses to act like he is. I have yet to completely figure him out.
It's our Junior Year, and he still holds his bad-ass reputation. Sure, we talk, but not like we used to. Occasionally, he'll call, but only if he feels he needs the homework assignment for chemistry.
I hear his so-called "friends" enter the diner, interrupting my thoughts. I move closer to the wall, hoping not to be noticed. But, once again, I realize my efforts are futile.
I feel someone sit down next to me as I force out letters on my paper, pretending to do my homework.
"Hey..." someone says. The voice tells me it's Kijuro. Nervously, I peek through my raven hair and realize I've thought correctly.
Gathering my courage, I raise my head up to make eye contact with him. "What do you want, Kijuro?" I ask firmly, our gazes locked.
"Whoa," he says, reaching to put an arm around my waist and pull me closer. "No need to get angry." His voice is full of stupid laughter.
I struggle to get away, but he holds me to the booth, not letting me leave. I can hear his friends laughing in the background as his hand trails up my thigh.
I look at my childhood friend, who had been watching me so closely, with a pleading glance. He just looks away, as if debating whether or not to help me.
Kijuro's hand passes my waist and begins moving up my side. I look desperately around the diner, but the workers are in the back, and no one else is sitting at the tables. This isn't a very popular place; and I had told my friends that I wanted to be alone.
I don't struggle as Kijuro's lips kiss my neck; all movement is useless. His hold on my legs is too strong. I do not scream, because I knew he will do worse things to me - maybe even hurt me - if I do.
"Leave her alone," I hear a voice say.
Startled, I look up through tear-blurred eyes and see him .
"What?" Kijuro says, completely awestruck.
"I said, 'leave her alone,'" he repeats. "Kagome, go."
I quickly gather my belongings, leave the booth as smoothly as possible, and bolt out the door. I begin to sprint home, tears staining my face. I can only imagine what's being said in the diner right now.
Nothing has ever happened this bad before. They've never touched me, only said things to me. I can't tell if my tears are falling because I'm scared, or because I'm hurt.
Why did I expect him to help me right away? I roll my eyes at my stupidity and slow to a walk. I pull my hands inside my sweatshirt and shiver as a cool breeze blows through the air. Suddenly, I hear a car pull up behind me.
I turn around, and realize it's Koga.
"Need a ride?" he asks, slowing to a walking speed next to me. My home isn't too far away, but it's cold, and I don't feel like turning offers down or arguing, so I accept.
I nod my head and get in. I wipe the tears from my face with my sweatshirt sleeves and hold back anymore that are still inside me.
Koga's always been a friend to me; giving me rides to school and helping me with countless homework assignments. He's probably my best "guy friend," aside from Miroku. Koga has asked me out on dates many times, but he now finally understands that I'm not "in" to him like that.
"What's wrong?" he asks, keeping his eyes on the road.
I shake my head, not wanting to talk about it. But somehow, he has an idea of what went on in the diner today.
"Them again, huh?" he asks softly.
All I can do is nod my head, fearing that if I speak, I'll burst into tears.
Koga turns the car into my driveway and I glance at the clock. It's five thirty...I was at the diner longer than I thought I was.
"I'll walk you to the door," he says, after a few seconds of silence. I nod, step out of the car, and walk to my door.
It's Thursday, which means my mom is working late 'til six. So, I motion for Koga to come inside. My mom doesn't like Koga much; I have yet to figure out why.
He takes a seat on the living room couch as I quickly run up the stairs to put my things away.
I don't know how, or why, but I find myself sobbing on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around me.
"Kagome...what happened?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I look up at him and tell him everything. Tell him how Kijuro laughed as he touched me, how the rest of them laughed, how Inuyasha had told him to leave me alone. He seemed surprised at the last part, but who wouldn't be? Me and Inuyasha used to be friends, but now, we hardly ever speak to each other.
He kisses the top of my head as I finish my story and holds me closer to him. I don't object...I'm too upset.
Koga leans back so I'm laying on top of him, my face buried in his sweatshirt. His hands run through my hair, and I look up at him with grateful eyes.
"Thanks, Koga," I say softly. He nods in response, lightly caressing my arm. He leans down to kiss me, and once again, I don't object. To my surprise, I kiss back, and even grant him entrance as his tongue slides over my lips.
Why am I doing this? I ask myself. I honestly don't know what's keeping me from stopping him. I just want to feel loved. But I don't think I like Koga this way, but maybe -
My thoughts are interrupted as his hand slips up my sweatshirt and he runs his fingers over my right breast. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I melt into his actions.
I still don't understand, but I let him rid me of my sweatshirt and bra without hesitation.
I am now sitting up, looking directly into his eyes, wondering if I should do this. My thoughts are lost, however, as he kisses me again and runs a clawed finger down my body.
I melt into him once more, but then I hear my mother's car pull into the driveway.
"Shit..." he mutters, helping me back into my clothes quickly enough so that I am fully dressed when my mother opens the door.
Koga smiles a fake smile on his way out the door, and my mother's eyes flash with anger.
"Why was he here?" she demands.
I give her the old excuse of how he was here to help me with my homework, and I get the lecture of how she doesn't approve of me hanging out with "someone like him." I roll my eyes and run up the stairs to my room, hoping to find sleep.
I speak nothing of Kijuro; nothing of the diner. My mother doesn't need to know.
Next Time: Chapter Two: Forced Relations
The cool air is nipping at my face, and I curse at myself for not wearing a warmer jacket. The way to the bar isn't long, but today it sure feels like it. I reach the busier part of town and pass a few alleyways.
I'm almost to work, but suddenly, I'm grabbed by something and pulled into an alleyway, as thousands of possibilities for who it is run through my mind.
But one name seems to stick out at me.
Kijuro.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
A/N: Hope you liked the first Chappie of Bleeding Heart ^^ Thanks for reading, and I'll try to get the second Chappie done as fast as possible! Please review!