InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Entrapment ❯ The Pain of Betrayal ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8: The Pain of Betrayal

 

“Father?” Kagome whispered again when the figure simply stood there, casually leaning against the doorframe with his bangs over his eyes. He slowly lifted his head up and midnight eyes stared blankly back at her.

 

Kagome didn't know what to do. Her body was in shock. When he raised his head and she saw those familiar midnight eyes, she almost fainted. Happiness leaked into her soul, finally coming out of its prison in her heart. She couldn't help it; she had to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

 

“Father!” she screamed and launched herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his stomach and held him tight. Even though she had grown, he still towered over her by almost a foot. She felt him wrap his arms around her. There was something wrong here. She could feel it when he wrapped his arms around her; a chill ran up her spine. She had only felt this feeling once before, and that was when, she couldn't remember when; all she could remember was a fast car and crimson color. She ignored it. It was probably the overwhelming happiness she was feeling at the movement. She pressed herself closer to his chest and started to feel his shirt moistening. She was crying. She couldn't help it.

 

“Ryoku?!” she heard the gasp of her mother. Kagome turned her head toward her mother who had an indescribable look on her beautiful features. Kagome reluctantly let go of her father to let her mother embrace her lost love, her lost heart. As soon as Kagome let go, her mother launched herself into her husband's arms. Kagome watched the tender embrace with tears down her face. Her mother was crying just, if not more than she.

 

Kagome's face turned into a frown. She had yet to hear her father speak. His movements had an empty feel to them. Something was not right.

 

“Father?” Kagome questioned quietly. “What happened all those years ago? Why did those bad men take you?” Kagome questioned with an almost child-like quality. What could have happened to her once hyperactive father to warrant such a blank expression from him? Ayumi also listened on. She also wanted to know what had happened that long ago. It must have been unbearable because if this were a normal meeting, then he would have spun her and her daughter around till they could not stand. She smiled at that memory when he came home from a business trip on Christmas Day after being gone for a week. He spun Kagome around so much that she almost threw up the oden she had had for lunch.

 

He didn't answer. Ayumi brought her hand up to her husband's face and almost winced at how cold it seemed. She caressed his cheek lovingly, and almost started crying again when he leaned into her touch. She got on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek and almost giggled when he moved his face only to fully kiss her on her lips. She heard Kagome make a slightly suggestive noise and leave. Her daughter was truly a godsend. She had been the strong one in the family when the rest of them got news of her husband's kidnap and probable death. Sota was young and didn't understand where his father went, and her father had been away visiting Sango's family. Her daughter knew she needed time alone with her husband.

 

After all these years, it seemed as if Ryoku hadn't changed one bit. He was still the same devilishly handsome man she came to love with a passion. He deepened the kiss, and their tongues danced as they used to back when the wheels of time had only passed 20 turns. When she kissed him, she felt what she had not felt in a long time, lust. Lust for life; lust for love. They broke the kiss and she stared deeply into his midnight eyes. His emotions were guarded but she saw a slight twinkle there. He always had a twinkle in his eyes, no matter what he did. It was just in his nature to be free and open and love each day as if it was his last. She was happy, truly happy since that time long ago. She finally felt whole and at peace.

 

“Ayumi,” he whispered quietly. His deep voice struck familiar cords within her. She leaned in more to hear that voice she so longed to hear. “It has been a long time,” he whispered in the same voice.

 

Ayumi nodded. “What happened all those years ago? Why were you taken from us?” she asked almost like Kagome had earlier. He didn't answer. Ayumi assumed it was too much to tell at the moment and Sota would want to see his father. He was, afterall, only a baby when he was ripped apart from their lives.

 

“You don't have to tell me now, but I would like to know when you are ready. I'm here for you, my love, my koi,” she whispered as tears trailed down her face. He brought his massive hand to her cheek and gently wiped her face lovingly.

 

“Do not cry love, you know I don't like it. I will tell you when the time is right, but now I would like to see the rest of the family.”

 

Ayumi nodded and she led him into the living room, were its occupants broke into hysterics.

 

……….a few hours later……….

 

Kagome couldn't keep the stupid grin off her face. She was watching her father play baseball with her little brother, Kohaku, and ji-chan. It was very interesting to say the least. Kagome was currently sitting atop the monkey bars from the old jungle gym her father had built way back before Sota was even born. She was getting bored without Sango. Her parents had called her to help them, and they wouldn't be able to come back for a few days. Kagome assumed Sango's help was really needed and she had to go. It was ok though, because Kagome had her father with her and that was all that mattered. Her mother was setting up a picnic on the table outside, and the whole picture was simply of family love. Ryoku had finally opened up and was laughing boisterously at his son's unlucky predicament. Sota just couldn't hit any ball Kohaku threw at him, and ji-chan was making fun of the poor boy. It seemed as if Ryoku hadn't even been gone, albeit the fact everyone was older than before.

 

Kagome turned around and saw the sun setting. She decided to go help out her mom. She leaned back with cat-like grace until she was hanging upside down by her knees. Before she could lean up to grab the bar, her necklace slipped from its resting place under her shirt. Kagome watched it upside down. When the sun's parting rays hit it, she noticed it looked like it was glowing. Kagome stared enchanted by its display of color. She started to feel warm, like some unknown power was building in her. Little did Kagome know, she was not the only one to notice the jewel that adorned her neck.

 

Ryoku stopped when he felt a familiar presence in his mind. He gripped his head with his hands willing it away, but to no avail. He turned in the direction of the presence that was causing this disturbance. He turned around and saw his daughter glowing slightly with power, but what he didn't see where the power was coming from. He caught a flash of silver and his eyes widened before going completely blank. His only last coherent thought, “fuck.”

 

Kagome snapped out of her trance when she heard a piercing scream. Kagome looked up and saw something that would be forever imprinted on her mind. Her father had Sota in his arms with a long blade in his stomach. Sota was screaming hysterically. Ryoku dropped him and stared at him coldly. Sota started coughing up blood. His screaming changed to a strangled choking sound. Kagome could only stare on in horror as her brother's life slipped away.

 

“Sota!!” she heard her mother scream as she ran to her fallen son. She cradled her son's head in her lap, tears flowing freely, the rivers of her pain. She felt her son's last breath as his heart slowed to nothing. She whipped her head around to the man she thought she loved.

 

“Why?” she sobbed. She stared deeply into his eyes, trying to look for some sort of remorse, anything, but all she saw was cold indifference.

 

“He was of no importance,” he replied so coldly and callously that caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. Ayumi all of a sudden felt burning anger, burning hatred for the man.

 

“You bastard!” she exploded. “We openly let you back into our lives with nothing but love shining through our eyes, and this is what you do! Get the fuck out! I never want to see you in my house again or I will kill you, you mother-fucking asshole!”

 

Despite the situation, Kagome felt so shocked at her mother's outburst. Never in all her life had she heard her mother speak as she just did. It felt wrong on so many levels to hear her kind and caring mother speak so.

 

In a blink, almost too fast for Kagome to see, Ryoku had her mother in a death-grip from behind. Ayumi struggled weakly against the powerful man.

 

“You forget, my dear, your place,” he replied sinisterly while slowly cutting off her circulation.

 

“Go to hell,” she whispered. Ryoku narrowed his eyes and with a flick of his wrist, snapped her neck. She fell limply against him and he simply threw her away from him like an insignificant sack of dirt.

 

The next to go was Kohaku. He didn't even see what happened, all he felt was a searing pain across his stomach almost in a similar fashion as Sota. Ryoku left Kohaku to die. Kohaku weakly called after his sister. “Sango, Sango, where are you Sango? Look, I learned how to ride my bike, look Sango,” he whispered/mumbled piteously to himself, reliving memories of his short past.

 

Kagome could only watch as her family was murdered one by one before her eyes. There was nothing she could do to help them; she didn't even move from her spot, which she seemed rooted to. When Kohaku called to his sister, Kagome felt the anger that her mother had had earlier. Her eyes fell upon her mother. Her body was twisted in a gruesome position from when she had been tossed as if nothing important. Her eyes felt as if they were glowing hot. The necklace at her neck seemed to pulse in response to her growing anger. Ryoku felt the pulse of power and knew he must get the girl until it was too late. He stalked toward her, but what he didn't expect, was for the old man to block his path.

 

“You will not harm my granddaughter,” he spoke in a stern voice that Kagome had never heard him speak in before. Ryoku stared at the man incredulously. Then he started laughing a loud, insane laughter.

 

“You presume to give me orders old man? Just move and I will not have to break your weak, pathetic body,” he said humouredly. When the old man didn't move, he narrowed his eyes and gave a final warning.

 

“Move old man, I will not repeat myself.” He still didn't move. Ryoku brought his hand up and knocked him into the God tree. Ryoku watched indifferently as the old man slid down the tree, leaving a trail of blood down the bark of the tree.

 

As he settled at the bottom of the tree, he started mumbling something incoherent, and Kagome felt her necklace pulse weakly almost as a response to whatever her grandfather was saying. He looked up and his eyes met Kagome's for the last time. He would forever love his granddaughter.

 

“Run Kagome!” he whispered as death claimed him.

 

Kagome's anger left her after her grandfather's death. There was no one left. She couldn't protect her family. They all got killed and she hadn't made a move to help them. She heard her grandfather's plea, and turned and ran toward the forest behind her house. She could hear her father's thundering footsteps behind her. It was almost like déjà vu, but instead of strangers chasing her and her father, it was her father chasing her. She quickly made up her mind to turn and head for her house instead of the never-ending woods. She might be able to phone for help, or at least get to someone who could help her.

 

She hid behind a tree and saw her father pass her. When he had gone a certain distance, she quickly and quietly fled in the other direction. Behind her, she heard her father calling evilly. “Where are you Kagome? Daddy has something to show you,” and with that, she heard a whishing sound of a blade and the sound of a tree falling. Kagome doubled her efforts to get to the house. She quickly made it across the open backyard to her porch door. She quickly slipped inside the house, but before she could stop it, the door slammed shut. She swore quietly and quickly tried to run out the front door. She heard the porch door slam open and footsteps rush to the front door. Kagome knew she would be discovered if she tried to go out the front door, so she hid in a closet. She saw her father walk past the door and held her breath. He walked to the front door and peered out, assuring himself that she was still in the house. He quietly closed the door and locked it. He grinned an evil grin. These cat-and- mouse games were so much fun. He slowly walked into the next room.

 

Kagome peered out from her hiding place. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she was discovered. She pondered her options. One, there was try and make it for the front door, but remembered it was locked. “Damn!” she cursed. Two, she could try for the back door, but she didn't know exactly where her father was, and she was trying to get to civilization for help not travel further from it. “Scratch that,” she thought. The final option she could think of was go upstairs and try to climb out a window or something. It was better then waiting where she was. “Ok Kagome, you can do this,” she encouraged herself. She felt around the dark closet looking for something to protect herself, anything. Her hands came in contact with a wooden object. “A bat!” she thought joyously to herself.

 

She listened for any sound indicating her father's presence. She heard the opening and closing of doors from the laundry room, which was almost at the other end from where she was. She quickly and quietly opened the door and made her way to the stairs. She got in front of them, and quickly scanned for the ones that squeaked. With cat-like grace, she jumped the stairs two at a time, carefully placing her feet on the carpet. When she got to the top, she hurried to her mother's room. She knew there was a window that faced the front street and there were trees she might be able to climb down. She quickly entered her mother's room and made for the window, but stopped when she spotted a family photo taken last year. Her eyes watered as she gazed upon the content faces of her family who were now gone.

 

She was so lost in thought, that when she heard a squeak from the stairs, she dropped the picture. She could only watch helplessly as the picture dropped, shattering the glass with a loud noise, shattering her chance at escaping. She knew it wouldn't be long before he would get to the room. She glanced one more time at the picture and hurried to the window. She unlocked it, but before she could open it, the bedroom door slammed opened.

 

Her father stood there with an evil grin plastered upon his devious features.

 

“My, my Kagome,” he purred, “I haven't had that much fun in a while, but now it is time for you to go join your family.”

 

Kagome's eyes widened then narrowed. She would not let him kill her.

 

“Come and get me you bastard,” she whispered holding the bat in a position to swing.

 

He laughed at her.

 

“Such bad words from a young lady. You must have learned it from the whore of a woman you call mother,” he sneered.

 

Kagome felt anger, pure anger. “How dare he!!” she screamed in her mind. When he got in striking distance, she swung the bat with all her might. She had a perfect hit on his face. She smirked, but it soon faded into a look of horror. He hadn't even flinched when the bat made contact with his face. He smiled amusedly at her and easily wrenched the bat from her hands. He took the bat and snapped it in half like he had done her mother.

 

Kagome now felt fear. It overrode all other feelings like a tidal wave on a small village. She quickly started struggling for the window, but found herself pressed against the wall with her father's hand at her throat, slowly squeezing her life from her. She tried fight, but to no avail, he was much too powerful for her.

 

She finally started becoming exhausted with the lack of oxygen to her deprived body. She glared at the man who had once held her to qualm her fears, and dry her tears, who now held her with the intent to end her life. There was only one question that she wanted to know.

 

“Why?” she whispered raspy. He gave her a patronizing look.

 

“I gave you life, why can I not take it away?” he stated as if it was the weather they were discussing. “You are not needed in this world; just a nuisance, just like those corpses littering the backyard. A waste of life is all you are; just a weak pathetic being littering this planet. No hard feelings though. I enjoyed seeing you all before I killed you.”

 

Kagome felt her eyes widen and water up. This man was not her father. He was a monster that looked like her father. Her father was a man who only had love for his family, not hate; who always smiled no matter the circumstance. That is who her father was. Not this imposter. She felt the tears trail down her face.

 

“You are not my father,” she whispered harshly. He narrowed his eyes at her and slapped her across the face.

 

“Au contraire, my daughter, or are you also as blind as you are stupid?” he said coolly. His patience was quickly running out for this bitch.

 

“You are not my father. You are an imposter, a monster. YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!” she yelled as a blinding light shot from her body. It stunned her captive and he quickly let go of her. She breathed deeply as her lungs burned with want of one of life's essences. She knew she had a chance now to escape. She quickly opened the window and crawled down the vines. Once her feet hit the pavement, she ran like a bat out of hell away from her home. She looked back and saw her father trying to get out the window, but was too big so he disappeared back inside. She ran even harder to put distance between her and the monster at her house.

 

…….late at night……..

 

Kagome finally slowed down to a walk. Her bare feet were blistered and bled freely, leaving red footprints every time she stepped. She was so tired after running for hours. All she wanted to do was sleep, and rest her weary body from the onslaught of physical and mental pain. She entered a park on the very outskirts of the city and sat down on the bench. It was a new moon, so it was almost pitch-black outside. Her only company was a small street lamp that would constantly flicker, as if a small breeze could put it out like a candle. She pulled her knees to her stomach and held herself tightly.

 

Her stomach growled weakly. Seems it also didn't have any energy to protest the growing void within. She couldn't sleep, not in this strange place. It was too dangerous. How could she possibly protect herself, when she couldn't even protect her family? Her eyes started to water again, but then it went away. She had no energy left. The gruesome images of her family's death and father's betrayal flashed constantly in her mind. She was too weak to stop it. Her family suffered because of her. It was all her fault.

 

“Stop it Kagome,” her conscience protested weakly. “There was nothing you could have done.” Kagome let a pity-filled smirk cross her face. There was something she could have done, but she didn't do anything; she was too weak to do anything.

 

She suddenly felt a presence behind her. Before she could move, a hand shot over her mouth as a figure grabbed her. She weakly tried to fight, but to no avail. The powerful odor of alcohol invaded her senses. She saw five other figures step out of the shadows.

 

“What do have we here boss?” one of the men slurred to the man holding her.

 

“Seems like a delicious treat,” he growled out.

 

Kagome could barely make out their figures. Every time the lamp would flicker, she would catch small glimpses of the men. Once the lamp flickered brightly for a second, she almost wished it were complete darkness. She saw markings on their faces. They had different colored stripes adorning their cheeks, and some held symbols on their foreheads, but what stood out the most was their body structure. She could tell they were powerful. Their hands held sharp nail, almost like… claws?? She gasped. These men weren't human! She had remembered her ji-chan telling her about mythical creatures called demons and how they existed in long ago in the times of feudal Japan and before. These “demons” couldn't possible be demons. They didn't exist. They were just some weird men with strange fetishes. She renewed her efforts to break free.

 

“Feisty one ain't she boss?” another man sneered.

 

The man she knew as their boss was currently cutting off her circulation. She started to feel light-headed.

 

“I think we should have a little fun with this one. She hasn't been touched yet,” the boss sneered viciously. He reached his hand around, and right as he did the lamp flickered and she saw the deadly clawed hand appear in front of her face. She involuntarily shivered. He harshly grasped her breast, and she screamed from fright and anger. She felt something pulse inside her very lightly. Her eyes glazed over for a split second, and when they cleared, she had to keep herself from gasping loudly. Her vision was much clearer. She could see the outlines of the building and trees almost as if it was day, not close to midnight. She could make out the men's images with almost perfect accuracy.

 

There was something else. She could now feel and see their auras. They were black with malicious intent; a malicious intent that she was sure, unless she escaped, would scar her for the rest of her life.

 

The boss was getting annoyed at the lack of response from the delicious ningen woman in his arms. When she had screamed earlier, he had almost lost control and taken her then and their. How he loved pain; its scream was music to his ears. He wasn't in anyway close to his boss though. His boss took the kill on being a sadist, but he wasn't complaining. Some of the rumors he heard about his boss made his skin crawl.

 

He grabbed her breast harshly again. This time she screamed again.

 

Kagome couldn't stand any more pain. It was too much. She was going to give up. There was no point to fight. No point for anything. Life was just a pleasure she was going to miss. Just another thing she couldn't enjoy. As she was close to the welcoming darkness, an image of her grandfather appeared in her mind.

 

“Kagome, listen to me. You must not give up. Where is my granddaughter who would not give up until she learned to ride her bicycle, even if that meant falling many times until you learned? Where is that stubborn spirit whose will is unbreakable?” his voice was a mysterious murmur in her hazy mind.

 

“She died,” she replied back without emotion. “She has given up, and realized there is no point to life.”

 

“WRONG!” he said sternly to her. She blinked out of her daze. Her ji-chan had never used that kind of tone to her.

 

“There is a point to life. There is a reason for living. Don't tell me you are weak, and will take the cowardly way out of life. You must fight for yourself. Be strong, I have faith in you my granddaughter, my Kagome,” his final words fading into a whisper. She was entranced by his words, but realized it was fading.

 

“NO! WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME!” she cried as she tried to reach for the fading image of her grandfather.

 

“Be strong, my child, be strong,” he whispered as he completely faded from her mind. Kagome collapsed inside herself. He was gone. He had left her, and she could do nothing to bring him back. Then, she felt his presence in her mind again. It sent warmth into her body. His presence still remained, and she would do as he said.

 

Just as she felt determination run though her veins, a sharp pain exploded in her face as the coppery taste of her blood filled her mouth. Her eyes flew open, and she glared at the man who dared hit her.

 

“Wakey wakey little bitch, I'm not done with you yet,” the boss sneered. “Don't want you to go to sleep quite yet, me and the boys still haven't had our fun with you yet.”

 

Kagome felt anger. They were going to defile her body. She gathered the blood in her mouth and spit it straight in his face. There was a look of shock when her blood splattered on his face, leaving sickly trails of crimson down his almost white-colored skin.

 

“Go to hell,” she said venomously. He narrowed his eyes at her and dug his hand from her back through her stomach.

 

Kagome felt the pain and her insides were violently ripped into shreds. She felt herself bleeding freely, the blood leaving warm trails down her legs.

 

He ripped his hand back out and she fell to the ground, face-first. He turned her over and pressed his body against her broken one. She still had the nerve to glare at him.

 

“You bitch!” he screeched. “Now you are going to see what happens to little girls that don't behave.” He picked her up and tossed her to one of his henchmen. “You know the drill boys,” he grinned. They grinned in return and they each began to take her clothes off. She tried to protest, but she was feeling too lightheaded from the loss of blood. They grabbed her in places and scratched her as they saw fit. When she was down to her bra and panties, they tossed her back to their boss and he dropped her on the ground and covered her body with his. He reached his hand down and touched her panty-clothed core, her most intimate of places. Her eyes flew open as she gasped. Warmth spread through her body despite her repulse against his touch. Her body was being treacherous. She knew of the desire that coursed through her veins. She might still be a virgin, but that doesn't mean she was completely innocent.

 

The boss saw her resolve weakening. Humans were all the same. He undid his pants and his engorged length pressed hardly against her inner thigh.

 

“Seems you're not as strong as you thought. You're just a weak whore.” He started to slide her panties down and prepared to enter her. She stared to shake. “Fear me bitch,” he sneered, but before he could invade her. A bright light flashed from her body and he was thrown off. When the light died down a little, he opened his eyes and stared with horror-filled eyes at the being in front of him. When he looked into her eyes, he knew of his own death.

 

When he called her weak, something inside of her exploded. “I am not weak. I am not weak. I AM NOT WEAK!” It started off as a small mantra in her mind, but it soon blew into a mental scream. She was not weak, and Kami help those poor souls who ever assumed that about her again. She felt power course through her veins and she accepted it with open arms.

 

She floated into the air. Her body was glowing an eerie white, and her sapphire eyes glowed brilliantly, and stood pronounced in contrast to her pearly-white skin. Her eyes held the beginnings of a storm. They glowed and swirled with fury. They watched as her skin healed in front of their eyes. The power radiating off this woman was incredible. She was not human; she couldn't be.

 

A storm grew from out of nowhere, seeming to draw power from the creature floating in the air. Lightning crashed behind her, lighting up the sky in an electric brilliance. The demons watched with fear as the storm raged around her, and rain started to fall mercilessly, pelting them with frigid drops. They could feel their deaths quickly approaching, its cold pull was undeniable, as death became impatient in taking its newest victims.

 

“I AM NOT WEAK!” she screamed to the heavens above, and a powerful sphere of energy surrounded her and exploded outwards, killing everything in a mile's radius. When the light cleared, there was nothing left to be seen, just a barren wasteland around her. Not even the bodies remained, nor the trees, nor the buildings, there was nothing.

 

Her body pulsed in tune with the necklace. She was being drawn somewhere. She looked down at her watch that had somehow managed to say on her wrist and saw it was 5 minutes to midnight. The pull on her body was becoming almost unbearable. She was trying to fight it, but then her grandfather's voice appeared in her head again. “Do not fight it, follow it. You must hurry, for when the clock strikes midnight, and you are not there, all will be lost, for earth will be consumed by evil and life as we know will be lost forever.” She took off into the night.

 

Her speed had increased greatly. She couldn't even make out the figures of the buildings as the passed by. She didn't know where she was going. She was following the pull. Wherever it would lead her, she would go fearlessly.

 

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