InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Dreams ❯ Fragments ( Chapter 2 )

Broken Dreams

 

This chapter will relay just what's happened in three years. For timeframe purposes, Kagome had been traveling with Inuyasha for two years when he was killed, so she's now twenty.

 

Chapter 2

 

Fragments

 

Someone once said; when you have love, everything's just a little bit brighter. Kagome had figured that if that was true, then so was the opposite. After Inuyasha was killed, everything seemed to go dark.

 

She had cried the entire day Kouga had thrown him over the cliff. And the day after that. She had cried herself to sleep the second night. Then she had woken up crying the next morning. But not crying over Inuyasha. She cried because of the bruise on her neck, with two tiny bite marks on it. That night, Kouga had taken her into the forest, and claimed her as his mate. She had twisted herself out of Kouga's arm, walked to a stream not too far away, and set about washing herself of the filth, both real and imaginary. Kouga has spent two years lusting for her, so that night, he was a little eager, to say the least. Kagome had been sore the entire day.

 

The problem wasn't just the soreness that she had between her legs. More painful then that was the looks she got when she stumbled back to camp. Miroku and Sango had been awake when Kouga had taken Kagome into his arms and leapt into the forest. Anyone with a brain could tell what had happened. Shippo may have been a little young, but he knew when something was wrong. And the morning after Kagome's first night with Kouga, Shippo could tell that something was even more wrong.

 

“Kagome? Are you still sad about Inuyasha?” Shippo asked. The kitsune had also shed tears for him the first day, as they all had. Kagome opened her mouth to answer, but a strong hand over her shoulder shut her up.

 

“No way kid, Kagome's fine. Are you, koiboto?” Kouga asked, pressing a kiss to Kagome's cheek and flashing Shippo a toothy grin. Shippo had been quiet the rest of the day. He and Kagome had suffered the worst through the entire ordeal. Sure, everyone in their group loved Inuyasha, but Shippo and Kagome were closer to him than Sango or Miroku. The three of them were like a surrogate family, or so Kagome liked to think. It was the second time Shippo had lost a father.

 

But it wasn't just the death of the hanyou that had changed Shippo. It was Kouga's acts that had made the little kitsune grow up. Kagome figured Shippo had been pretty young at that point, maybe seven or eight. But physical age means nothing compared to psychological age. Shippo had grown up very fast in three years. At first, he didn't understand why Kouga felt the need to take Kagome into the forest every other night. Then, about five months after that fateful day, Shippo got a major clue.

 

Kouga had gotten bored with taking Kagome into the forest. That night, he claimed her right in the campsite, with her friends barely ten feet away. Miroku and Sango hadn't heard the soft moans that Kagome couldn't keep from coming out of her mouth. But Shippo had. He had woken up, rubbed his eyes, and gotten a look at the two of them.

 

“Kagome?” he yawned sleepily. Kagome's head snapped to the side to look at the kitsune in horror. Kouga, ever the opportunist, reached down between them and flicked her bud. Kagome's body snapped taut as she reached her peak under his touch.

 

The next day, Kouga had taken Shippo into the woods. Had Kagome only known why, she would have pleaded with Kouga not to. But it was too late, and the deed was done. Kouga had come back ten minutes later, alone. Kagome asked where he had been, and Kouga said that he had been talking to Shippo. Fearing for the kit, Kagome had run into the forest. She found Shippo sitting on a fallen log, looking completely spooked. Kagome took a step towards him, and Shippo looked up at her. At that exact moment, she could have taken a guess at just what Kouga and Shippo had talked about. For the first time since she had known him, the hidden trace of innocence and playfulness behind Shippo's eyes was gone. Shippo asked Kagome if that was why Kouga took Kagome away at night. Kagome nodded, and Shippo leapt onto her and hugged her. Kagome had fallen to her knees and hugged back, praying that Kouga wouldn't take Shippo from her too. He was the only good thing she had left, and the two of them valued what little time they had together since Inuyasha's death all the more.

 

One of the few gods left who hadn't condemned her must have taken pity on her. Kouga didn't take Shippo away, nor did he force Sango or Miroku to leave. If there was one good thing about Kouga, it was that he had never raised a hand to any of them, even Kagome, no matter how angry she made him, especially at the beginning. In the beginning, she begged Kouga to leave her alone, to take that single night of pleasure he had stolen from her and leave them. When he had refused, so had she. She refused to sleep with him. That was when the torture started.

 

Not physical torture, not exactly. Kouga never once harmed Kagome on purpose. His acts hurt her occasionally, but he didn't know that she had bled from the various ways he took her. Kouga's torture had been far more deadly then any weapon made of steal; seduction. Kouga dug into some lost, devious part of his lustful brain, and seduced her.

 

A few nights later, Kouga had taken her to an abandoned hut in the woods. He had tied Kagome's hands behind her back, literally ripped off her clothes, held her legs apart, and knelt down to do his work. Kagome's mind hated him, but her body had begun to crave him. And Kouga knew it, and knew how to use that to his advantage. He drove her on to the brink of pleasure, then stopped and pulled away. Kagome was shocked that he wasn't taking her against her will, but it seemed he didn't have to. Kagome was all too willing to submit.

 

He had held her legs apart, and waited. Kagome then learned what true lust was. Her mind was mentally pleading for Kouga grant her release. Her body was begging for release too, but not from Kouga's grasp. He had waited while Kagome's body cried out for his touch. Kouga knew exactly what he was doing. Kagome, teetering on the edge, was burning with need. But with her hands tied, and Kouga holding her legs, all she could do was lie there and wait for it to go away. But considering there was a willing, able male just a foot away, her body wasn't having any of it, and the need just got more intense. Finally, after a few minutes of agony, her mind gave in to her body, and she begged Kouga to take her.

 

That was the first and only time Kagome resisted Kouga. What small piece of her soul that had survived Inuyasha's death was lost the day she begged Kouga to make love to her. As much as she hated him, she needed him. Kouga knew just how to treat her to make her want him. Seduction had become a favorite game of his, touching Kagome but refusing to allow her release. It only came when Kagome finally submitted and begged him to finish.

 

Inuyasha- when he had been alive, at least- had called Kagome a weak human at times. Kagome wasn't sure that being human had anything to do with it, but he was right about her being weak. She was weak. Too weak to deny Kouga, too weak too run away and leave her friends to him, too weak to even try and end it. Kagome had thought about suicide, ending her pain, joining Inuyasha in the great beyond. She was too weak to go through with it. She begged the gods to save her, to save her from her weakness and end the nightmare one way or another. But Kagome wasn't going to be saved this time.

 

Whenever she needed saving, it was Inuyasha who had done it. A flurry of red and silver quickly cut down whatever might have been hurting her. But Inuyasha wasn't going to save her this time. For the first month, Kagome had dreamed of him surviving the fall, living, coming back and killing Kouga. Then came the day they were traveling at the bottom of the cliff he had died below. Kagome slipped away from the group and went to try and find some reassurance that he had lived. What she had gotten was the bloody sheath of Tetsusaiga, as well as the scattered beads of a broken rosary. The actual fang itself was gone, and Kagome could have taken a guess where it was. If he had lived, Inuyasha wouldn't have taken Tetsusaiga and left its sheath. Besides, if Inuyasha had clung to life after the fall, Sesshomaru wouldn't have left him that way for long. If Inuyasha had survived Kouga's wrath, Sesshomaru would have no doubt finished the job and claimed Inuyasha's sword. To this day, Kagome hadn't seen the taiyoukai again, which could only mean that he knew Inuyasha wasn't with her to challenge anymore.

 

Kagome had taken the items and stashed them in her pack, hiding them from Kouga. She gathered up as many rosary beads as she could and restrung them, keeping the new rosary in her pocket. Whenever she felt weak - which was often now -, she touched the rosary and remember their wearer. The memories had faded over three years, blurred so that Kagome couldn't recall certain details. But one thing she never, ever forgot was Inuyasha's face. Kagome didn't care if she died in Kouga's arms, she would never forget what her love looked like.

 

Kagome sniffed and smelt fire, meaning someone had started the morning meal. She opened her eyes as Sango stoked the flames, and Miroku looked through her pack for some vegetables to add to the pot Sango had at the side.

 

Time for another day in Kagome's own personal hell.