InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Caged ❯ Glorybox ( Chapter 1 )

His was a world of drugs and meaningless sex. A world where love was a myth and disgust was rampant. He told himself that it was fun; he told himself that it was normal. It was how he was raised, in this life of sin and sacrifice. What was sacrificed? Innocence, happiness, any kind of compassion or self recognition.

 

He lost his virginity at the age of 13 with a girl whose name he couldn't remember. He wasn't sure if he ever knew her name, or if he even enjoyed her. A life full of faceless, nameless bodies just waiting to be fucked. His life.

 

The room was smoky, the lights hazed through the fog. His searing amber eyes scanned the room in search of new flesh that he had not yet tainted. His search proved to be fruitless.

 

Deciding that the room was stale, he went in search of a more promising atmosphere.

 

The house was crowded and smelt of sex and unhappiness. He felt abhor for all of these sweaty, drugged, familiar natives. Where had all the beauty gone in this dismal grey world? At least on drugs things shone more vibrantly, at least they had color. He hated this place, this way of existing, but it was all he knew, and it was all he was good at.

 

Cold air felt good to his hot and abused skin. He sat on the front steps, one of the only places where he could breathe with out inhaling someone else's breath along with his own.

 

She was laid out on the lawn, relishing the feel of the grass beneath her. Her raven hair mixed with the blades of grass creating a mysterious blanket across the bland green yard.

 

He saw the clouds of her breathe before he saw her. She was beautiful. She was there.

 

He stumbled over his own words and tripped onto the ground next to her. She didn't turn to acknowledge him, she didn't say hello.

 

He had never seen her before. She was hauntingly beautiful, and dangerous. She turned her head to meet his eyes with her own cobalt blue ones; blue depths of challenging sadness and mischief that screamed buoyancy. She smiled at him, a smile filled with hidden messages and invitations.

 

She wasted no time; this was what she came for. This was what she needed.

Her lips were on his before a word was spoken, or an introduction was held. She climbed on top of him and he eagerly reciprocated her forceful kisses. Playful roaming hands, mouths, and heated flesh with sticky clothes.

 

He made a move to get up, motioning for them to go inside, but she pushed him back down shaking her head `no'. Her roguish smile let him in on her plan.

 

The empty night air was filled with gasps and moans and the ripping of grass.

 

She stood and fixed her skirt as he disposed of the used condom and tried to make himself look less like he'd just gotten fucked on someone's front lawn and more like he was about to skillfully ditch this girl. He looked up and was greeted with her retreating form. She was walking away, not even glancing back. He watched her strut away in an overly confident swagger. It was the way he walked too. What an intriguing animal.

 

“Hey!” he wanted to know this ones name. She was worthy of that; worthy of him. She turned her head slightly to acknowledge his call, though she did not stop walking.

 

“What's your name?” she smiled that impish smirk of hers.

 

“Kagome” with that she continued on her chosen path, not even bothering to ask what his name was.

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“Kagome Higurashi, where the hell have you been?”

 

The harsh words assaulted her sensitive ears as soon as she walked through the door.

 

“I was out.”

 

Kagome's face was somber and showed no emotion. Her mother's face however was radiating with anger.

 

“Kagome, please, you have to stop this. I know that you hate this situation....but we don't have a choice.”

 

“I know.” Her words were curt and seething with anger and resentment.

 

“Honey, Koga is a good man. He will take care of you.”

 

“You mean he'll take care of you.”

 

Her mother was taken aback, but quickly regained her composure.

 

“All of us.”

 

Kagome felt a wave of familiar guilt wash over her as she recalled the reason why her recent engagement was so necessary.

 

“How is Souta?”

 

“He's doing well, ever since Koga paid for him to have home care he's become much brighter, happy even. He's missed his video games in the hospital.”

 

They both chuckled at Souta's well known addiction to play station.

 

Kagome was tired, both physically and emotionally. This whole ordeal was draining. It took a lot of work to try and convince your husband to be that you're not dying inside at the thought of spending the rest of your life with him.

 

“I'm really tired mom, I'm gonna go to bed now. Night.”

 

“Night dear.”

 

She made her way upstairs, her feet heavy with the weight of her circumstance. Koga knew that she did not love him, but he insisted that she would learn to love him in time. He had used her brother's illness as a way to capture her, and she hated him for it.

 

Her soul was dying, literally withering away inside her shell of a heart. She thought about running away, but her brother's life depended on her marriage, and on her fiancée's money. She was a life time whore, and she felt dirty.

 

Sleep was a luxury that refused to show her comfort tonight. She swallowed one of the valium that she bought at the party earlier, and forced herself into a restless slumber.

 

Twenty-one years old and bound to man who disgusted her, for the rest of her life.

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Inuyasha couldn't get the image of that girl, Kagome, out of his head. She plagued his dreams and haunted his waking hours.

 

Since that night two weeks ago, he hadn't been able to screw another girl without Kagome's face popping into his head.

 

She was forbidden and he knew it. She wasn't supposed to be there, something was pulling her away. He could recognize a caged animal when he saw one, and she wanted to hurt whoever held the key.

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The restaurant was crowded and loud, the latest hot spot in town. She sat at the table silent, eyes distant and uninterested.

 

Koga sat with his hand possessively gripped on her knee as his father droned on about how business was going. She was suffocating, and she needed some air.

 

“Koga honey” she used her most pleasant voice, and charming smile “I'm gonna go freshen up a bit and call Mom to make sure Souta is doing alright, okay?”

 

“Sure babe, Dad and I have lots to talk about so take your time, and tell your mother hello for me.”

 

“Alright, I will.” She smiled at Koga's father and excused herself from the table but not before Koga could grab her wrist and pull her into an impromptu kiss. She broke away gracefully and headed towards the bathroom, wiping her mouth when she was out of their view.

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He saw her as soon as they walked into the overly decorated restaurant. They were led to a table in the center of the large room, as the man she was with slung his arm around her shoulders in a statement of ownership.

 

She did not look like that powerful girl he had seen two weeks ago; this girl was quiet and passive. He cursed the man at her side for snuffing such a bright flame.

 

He watched her intently, ignoring the rest of his party.

 

He watched as she excused herself from the table only to be met with a sloppy kiss from her captor. She made her way across the restaurant, and he laughed to himself when he saw her wipe her mouth furiously.

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She was walking down the long hallway from the bathrooms when a strong hand reached out from the phone booth and pulled her inside.