InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Corrupted the Blind ❯ Miserable Insanity ( Chapter 2 )

Corrupted the Blind

 

____________________________

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

18.05.2010: This chapter has been re-edited and title of story changed from 'Ancient Feelings'.

 

WARNING: Implied pedophilia/child rape.

____________________________

 

 

Thunders struck the sky, threatening to split divine pillars in two, though no one noticed the epic battle unfolding above them as dizziness and haziness took reign. Judging by the noticeable slurring of words, completely untamed vocabulary and sloppy punches thrown everywhere, he was more than slightly drunk. As he'd been lately. Drinking with common people, sharing jokes with them, staring openly and shamelessly at the dirty whores in the same inn… it wasn't the kind of behavior one would expect from a Lord. Yet Inuyasha didn't seem to care. On nights like this, he looked nothing like a genuine Lord, either.

 

He threatened and yelled. He stumbled and punched. His fists, his narrowed eyes, the bags under them and the smell of alcohol that seemed to drift from his very pores were enough to speak of his misery. What was good in his like, anymore?

 

“D'you know what I am?” he slurred, his frown promising retribution, “who I am? `Can have you all killed by mi'night!” he threatened, trying to get a hold of himself in order to seem imposing.

 

“Sure thing, wanker,” one of the men at the bar said, snorting - clearly unimpressed - making all the others erupt in laughter. Oddly enough, this time Inuyasha was cool. Usually, his rage would have heightened to sky-levels, but he could feel the frosty need to kill with cold blood. His left eye twitched menacingly and everyone was quiet all of a sudden. Dead, putrid silence lingered in the air and he relished it. His head was foggy, he couldn't even see that well - was everything spinning or was it just him? - but one thing that could never escape his rawest instinct was killing. Death came naturally to his hands, he'd brought it so many times lately and these dirty, ordinary people knew it better than anyone. Wasn't that why they kept letting him frequent their inn? Wasn't fear what opened the doors to him every night for as late as he wished?

 

The owner of the inn, the only one smart and brave enough to engage in a serious conversation with him, he was scared as well. “You're an animal,” he said, though his voice trembled and his teeth clattered. He knew how many women Inuyasha had marred for life, how many people he'd killed out of sheer rage, the Lord was ruthless.

 

A monster.

 

Inuyasha gave him a dangerous, lopsided smirk, his eyes half-lidded from the alcohol.

 

“I wanna fuck someone,” he said.

 

They gulped, they all gulped, the women fearful he would choose them. The terror of the inn he was, and yet they couldn't keep being drawn to his handsome features, to his natural jokes, to his loneliness.

 

“A girl from the inn?”

 

“Sure,” Inuyasha answered coolly, his eyes scanning the entire room as it spun noiselessly.

 

“We have Octavia and then there's this lovely little Asian slave, Miata, and Lee-Anne. The last one's a blonde and has great legs,” the owner said, going to the counter to drag Lee-Anne by the elbow. She was a bitch, a horny whore that would have no reservations of letting herself ravaged by this man, whose appetite for blood and pain was as intense as his internal agony. The chubby man grabbed her chin roughly, presenting her to her potentially new, temporary `owner'. Inuyasha scrunched his nose and shook his head, feeling suddenly giddy.

 

He had in mind something a little bit more… different, this time.

 

Scrubbing the counter furiously was a little, cute girl, that could have been twelve or even younger than that, and Inuyasha smirked maliciously. His heart twisted inside his chest and he felt nervous, as if he were six, learning to ride a horse all over again. He wanted this to be perfect. Even in his alcohol-induced haze he could discern what he was doing.

 

This was him. This is what was left of him. It was what she'd made him do. He'd show her he could be as promiscuous as she was. He'd lose himself as he'd lost her.

 

Inuyasha had to really perform tonight because he was doing it for her.

 

“I want her,” he declared, pointing towards the child and all sets of eyes flashed in that direction. The men were agape and none of them spoke for a while, were they trembling? This sick, twisted man was such a monster that they could barely believe it.

 

“Man, you're really drunk. Calm down a tad,” they suggested, hopeful that he'd change his mind; the girl seemed really confused as they all looked at her.

 

Inuyasha shook his head calmly; no, it was the child that he wanted for the night. It was the little girl that he wanted to taste; to him it wasn't such a hard concept.

 

“The girl,” he repeated plainly, nodding in her direction. Was it wrong that he enjoyed the fear in her little, beautiful eyes? He'd rip her apart, even if she'd done nothing wrong. Another innocent heart, another pure soul to become a trivial notch on his wall of victims, just like he'd been to another. What had he done wrong?

 

The world was simply unfair.

 

“Why not?” Inuyasha asked, his nonchalance evident on his features.

 

“She's my daughter,” the owner of the inn said, authority coating his tone. Of course one would never give his own daughter to such an emotionless monster.

 

“I don't care,” the Lord stated simply, “I want her tonight.” He seemed impossible to deter.

 

Even for virgin ears such as the little girl's, it was plain clear that there was something definitely immoral going to happen, but she trusted her father to protect her. Daddy would always defend, always be with her. Daddy loved her so much, didn't he?

 

“If you want Miata or Lee-Anne or,” the older man started, but Inuyasha rushed over and grabbed him by the collar, scowling profusely, just enough to make the man nearly piss himself. They'd heard stories, myths that were supposedly not barely that, rumors about how the infamous Lord had taken lives mercilessly, without caring one bit.

 

“Here,” Inuyasha spat out, squinting ominously before throwing a bag full of silver coins on the table and letting the man go. The inn owner looked at his daughter in deep sorrow, knowing that they would both be dead if he didn't surrender to the Lord's will. There was no question as to what he had to do, what was better. His reasoning was that he'd be there for the child afterwards, he'd take her in his arms, like any good, loving father would. He promised.

 

“She's yours,” he said grudgingly, hating the rich man more and more with every breath he took. “But just for tonight.” He'd been forced to give his consent and he was taking money for it, too. Somehow, it made him feel dirty, so he threw the small bag back at Inuyasha.

 

“It's all I need,” the Lord said with a mad glint in his eyes, staring at the terrified child as if he'd devour her in a minute. “Keep the money.”

 

“Charlotte,” the man called and the girl looked up at her father, eyes glittering with fresh, still innocent tears. “You'll come back tomorrow, I promise,” the remorseful father said, trying to keep tears from falling. “Now I just need you to go with Lord Inuyasha, all right?”

 

The girl nodded mutely, appalled that she would be all alone with such a horrible person. That man smelled of alcohol and she hated it. Hated it.

 

“You'll come back,” the torn father said again, as if convincing himself it was true. “You bring her back, did you hear me?” He was addressing Inuyasha now, but received no answer. “I'll buy you a pony,” he told the girl, eyeing the bag of silver coins. Maybe he could buy his child's happiness after her impending anguish.

 

Impatient, Inuyasha grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her across the room, disappearing behind the door with the little girl trying to keep up.

____________________________

 

The door shot open and the tired, young woman apprehensively looked up. Taunting shadows faintly revealed Inuyasha's form and she sighed in relief. She'd been worried that something had happened to him. He seemed to go from bad to worse with every sunrise, despite her relentless efforts to keep him happy and satisfied. But it was affecting her, too. Always coming home and always drunk, what was he doing that late at night?

 

Her heart started beating wildly all of a sudden and a looming darkness formed inside her chest, preventing her from breathing. Kikyou was open-mouthed when she saw her lover drag a little girl inside. The little girl, the naïve, scared thing looked about twelve, if not younger. Sick thoughts of his intentions took over her mind and she shuddered in apprehension. He couldn't, he simply couldn't be such a soulless bastard, could he?

 

“Inuyasha,” she called, her voice breaking when he looked at her impassively. In their own house, no less. “Who is the girl?” Kikyou asked, forcing a smile for his sake. Maybe she was reading too much into it.

 

“She's with me,” he replied without any more details and dragged the girl into the bedroom. Their bedroom. The same where he held her close at night, the same where they made love and where she always tried to make him forget. He was tainting their sanctuary.

 

“Inuyasha,” she called once again and he merely stopped. Were there tears on her cheeks? Kikyou couldn't really tell. “What are you doing?” The words almost didn't want to come out, as if they had a will of their own, and she had to struggle to push them past her lips. She had to know. She had to hear him say it, but she didn't want to.

 

“Whatever I damn feel like, wench,” he hissed and led the girl into the bedroom. He was almost twice taller than the poor soul, Kikyou felt sorry for her. What would he do, how much did the world have to suffer for something that had gone wrong for him?

 

The girl looked utterly scared, but Kikyou didn't dare do anything. With bloodshot eyes and greasy tears falling freely, she stood there and listened to the sounds, rocking on a chair.

 

“He's a beast,” she whispered helplessly, hearing the little girl yell as the man she'd thought she knew growled outrageously blissfully, and more tears fell.

 

“A monster…”

 

Inuyasha roared with laughter while faint No's kept dancing across the room, drawing a dagger through Kikyou's heart. Her guilty soul. “Forgive me,” she whispered, but she wasn't sure who she was addressing. The little girl? Forgive me…

 

“Wretched, wretched animal,” she said, her words slurred by tears and hiccups. She felt sorry for the little girl that was shouting, begging for help. The girl that was desperate and hurting. The man, the Lord seemed out of his mind and Kikyou couldn't stand listening to the orgy that was going on behind the closed door anymore.

 

Breathing in heavily, she dashed out of the small house to get some fresh air. Instantly, despair caught up with her when she realized that the yelling and anguish could be heard from outside, too. How many? How many before her that she didn't know of?

 

She pictured Inuyasha thrusting carelessly into the petite body he'd claimed. She imagined him biting the young flesh, slapping her hardly and mercilessly. She could almost taste the young girl's tears and virginal blood. It made Kikyou so sick that she considered going inside to help the child and risk being killed herself.

 

A frantic “Stoooooop” and the echoing of a slap. It was what made Kikyou's heart clench like a dry fruit, but her horrified disapproval couldn't help anyone. She was weak, too weak, too wrapped in a love she couldn't understand herself. By the sound of things, Inuyasha would continue using the girl's body and staining her mind until he'd leave her scarred for eternity.

 

An empty shell. Just like him.

 

A few long, infinite minutes after, the girl dashed out of the house, not daring to look back. It had been so fast and silent that Kikyou wasn't given the chance to look at her face, but she guessed it was horrible and bloody. The little girl's dress was tattered and she had bruises all over her legs, Kikyou could distinguish in the moonlight.

 

Just like that, Inuyasha's call cut through the night's tense serenity and the woman shuddered with disgust, but she knew better than to disobey him when he was like this. She accepted her fate; after all, it had been she who'd chosen it. This life next to her one, true love. Next to Inuyasha.

 

Wearily, she stepped into the house and locked the door behind her. Then she walked slowly and hesitantly to the bedroom, and almost threw up when she saw the state of it. There was blood all over; not much, but repulsive nonetheless. Inuyasha was naked and smirking. He looked exactly like a vile beast hungry for blood as he patted the empty bed next to him for her to join.

 

She reluctantly sat and he pulled her in for a sick kiss. His taste was a mixture of hot skin and alcohol, and Kikyou realized she was probably tasting the young girl's cum, too. She felt repulsed. The need to stop hearing, to stop seeing overwhelmed her and she closed her eyes tightly, childishly trusting that it would make her miss the rough way he took her.

____________________________

 

High heels pounded on the wooden floor, the sound developing into an annoying screech as a beautiful woman approached the tall door. With as much confidence as she could muster, she didn't wait for the servants to open and did it herself. Her long, blue dress swayed along with her scrumptious body. She was as beautiful and mystifying as the moon.

 

“Ah, my beautiful mermaid,” a deep, male voice greeted from inside his office. The woman smiled gracefully and went over to give him a long, promising kiss. She couldn't escape. “What have you been up to?” he asked slyly, smirking dangerously while drinking in the sight. Her new dress fitted her perfectly; he couldn't wait to tear it off her gorgeous body.

 

“A lot of things, sweetheart,” she answered, starting to encircle his desk seductively, aware that all of his senses were focused on her every move. As she got behind him, she touched his shoulder and remained there, leaning over the back rest and whispering against the man's ear, “Any news for me?”

 

“He's ready,” the man said hoarsely.

 

“Are you sure?” she asked him, straightening up and looking at the desk in front of her. Ready meant torn. Ready meant he had been through Hell and back and had given Hell in return, and she doubted it was true for some reason. Ready meant in agony, it meant he'd be capable of anything. Of the cruelest of cruelties.

 

The man in front of her picked up something from the desk and handed it to her, enclosing it in her fist, his hand lingering on her skin more than necessary.

 

“Go talk to him,” he ordered and she could hear the smirk in his voice. He was so delicious, so enigmatic. His eyes, his molten orbs promised death and blood, but she knew she was safe from the flood of fire ready to consume anything in its path. The woman looked at the object in her hand then at the gorgeous specimen in front of her.

 

“Perfect,” she said, grinning nastily and trailing a long nailed finger on his collarbone, before graciously leaving the dark room.

____________________________

 

“Would you like anything else?” the servant asked as Kagome frowned. `Yes,' she thought. `My entire life back.'

 

But her mouth contradicted her thoughts. “No, you are dismissed.” She waved the servant off and watched him take a bow before leaving her room. On the edge of the bed lay a few letters she'd just been brought and her whole body ached with the desire to read them.

 

Maybe she was being masochistic, but she opted for a walk first, prolonging the anxiety.

 

She noticed that even in the garden everything seemed apprehensive, as if a dreadful burden had taken hold of the entire nature and kept squeezing and pushing, controlling her mind brazenly. She brought a trembling hand to her head, applying pressure on it to ease the pain. Despite the stillness, Kagome had been feeling very agitated lately and wished even stronger that she knew what was happening to her. Her senses teased her, told her she would taste perdition soon enough.

 

“What is going on?” she suddenly asked out loud and the sky, the trees and the wind seemed to be melting under the weight of her words.

 

Kagome suddenly felt scared, but she couldn't see a threat around. Her eyes desperately wished to hold on to something on their path, she merely wished to be safe. Reluctantly, she went back to her room and decided to read the letters. Maybe those were the reason of her mood.

 

She picked up one that was dated six years before and addressed to her. With trembling hands and rushing feelings, she opened it carefully. The paper was silky and old, and the writing style of the sender truly exquisite.

 

`Dearest Kagome,' the letter said. `Wish you were with me now. I really miss you with every single bone inside my body, and I've painfully realized that nothing is more comforting than the rush that comes with your passionate kisses and embraces.'

 

Kagome's heart picked up speed and she blushed fiercely, thinking that it was probably her husband that had written the letter. Never before had she read more stimulating words. Anxious to read more, she redirected her gaze to the small paper.

 

`I need you here with me more than you know, but unfortunately this meeting is longer than I have expected. We have to stay here for two more weeks, and trust me when I say I would rather be home with you and watch the sunset together. I've tried it alone a few days ago, but it seems to me that the sun and the colorful trails it leaves on the sky every night have lost their glimmer in absence of your light. Think about me every day. Love, your knight in shining armor'

 

Kagome sighed when she saw he hadn't signed with his name. Still, the letter was intimate and breathtaking. It seemed her husband loved her with every ounce of his body and that made her feel warm inside. It made those tingles spread and reassure her that it would all be all right. She wished that he could feel her warm feelings for him wherever he was and come back home so she could meet him and fall in love with him all over again.

____________________________

 

Inuyasha suddenly woke up and froze completely. A balmy fuzziness took over his body and he started shivering. He looked over at Kikyou's calm face and then at the ceiling. Agony, pure terror shook him to the core as he realized that even nightmares avoided him completely. He should be happy, he should rejoice, yet the occasional silent boosts of warmth that seemed to embrace him like a lover's touch disturbed him greatly. They woke him up from the deep sleep he was often graced with.

 

For Inuyasha, the nights were long and painful.

____________________________

 

The woman stepped out of her carriage and pulled off her stylish hat, letting her beautiful, long tresses flow on her shoulders. Her dress folded nicely at the bottom as she dismissed the servants that came to help her. Raising an eyebrow, she glanced at the small house in front of her and scrunched her nose. Such poverty, such filth.

 

Kikyou jerked up when she heard loud knocking sounds. Hastily, she put on a robe and went to open the door. The screech wasn't louder than her own screaming mind at the sight. Shock wasn't a good enough description of her feelings when she saw a gorgeous woman standing before her, scowling at the poor interior of the house.

 

“What are you doing here?” Kikyou hissed with an attitude.

 

“Temper, darling,” the woman said charmingly, daring to enter the house without being invited. “I would believe that you are not very pleased to see me,” the woman said, smiling devilishly.

 

“You wouldn't be far off,” Kikyou muttered, before asking, “Is there something you need?”

 

“Where is Inuyasha?” There was no need to stall and she wasn't one to do so anyway.

 

“I don't know what you are talking about,” Kikyou lied, blood freezing throughout her body. The inability to find a reasonable excuse was haunting, and it was terrifying that she had to, and soon.

 

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I am talking about, Kikyou. If you don't bring him here, you know I will do it myself,” she warned and Kikyou realized she had no other choice but to obey.

 

After a few minutes of waiting, Inuyasha appeared, looking quite confused. His eyes hurt from the light, but he could very well distinguish the form of the intruder.

 

“Hello, Inuyasha. Long time, no see,” the beautiful woman greeted, smiling widely.