InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fear ❯ Fear ( One-Shot )

Fear

By: InitialA/TuxedoUranus89

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha!

Author's Notes: Er… this one's a little bit sick. I haven't ventured into this kind of territory before, but we'll see where it takes us… I hope you enjoy it.

 

Her eyes widened in shock as the blade, sheared neatly in two, fell to the ground. The oni roared, and she fired the nocked arrow in surprise. It whizzed past her husband's still form and sank into the oni's arm, mutating the skin around it as the purifying magic began its work. “InuYasha—”

A guttural roar exploded and he flew, seemingly right through the monster, before the thing's torso slid neatly off of its legs. The oni's legs buckled and fell. Kagome hesitated before hurrying towards the remains of Tessaiga. Once she calmed her husband down, they would have to get the pieces to Toutousai quickly. She bent to retrieve the sword, untransformed, and choked back a scream as the oni's hand plunged into her leg. Kagome reacted without thinking and pushed a wave of purifying magic out and away from her body, disintegrating the hand lodged in her body and everything attached.

Her leg gave out and she held in tears. Pain shot up her body as she tried to move. “InuYasha…”

Footsteps crunched through the leaves. She winced as she twisted her body to see, and screamed as she was lifted abruptly by her neck and slammed against a tree. Red eyes glowed back at her. “Miko.”

`He's lost.' She thought frantically. “InuYasha—it's me…” She choked out, trying to breathe against the hand that pinned her.

“Miko try to kill. Miko want to destroy.”

Pure terror washed through Kagome for the first time; he'd never gone so far into a transformation that he didn't recognize her. “It's Ka-go-me—” She whispered, her lungs screaming for air.

“Miko pay. Want to watch miko suffer, make suffer.”

`The arrow—and the magic, it nearly missed him! He thinks I tried to purify him!' She was amazed she could still think so clearly. “Not you—oni!”

“Oni weak. Not weak, kill miko for try to kill. NOT WEAK.” He growled and held up his hand, the four-inch long nails glinting in the moonlight.

He came in close, sniffing her lightly. A tear escaped her. “Miko… smell good… like fear. Fear good…”

“InuYasha…” She whispered.

She screamed as his other hand plunged into her side. Her vision doubled, then grayed as her body went into shock; she barely registered the hand pulling back out, his claws piercing some kind of organ. She tried to summon the energy to push him away with a barrier, but her heart hurt too much; she couldn't purify the man she loved. Another tear fell as he let go and she crumpled to the earth. “Inu…”

The miko was dying, but the demon wasn't finished with her yet. The scent of her fear, even in death, was arousing, especially after the satisfying kill of the oni. He stripped first her and then himself of their robes, and proceeded to slam his painfully hard cock into her pussy over and over again. The retreating warmth didn't faze his pleasure in the least, and he exploded into the miko's corpse with a feral roar.

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His head hurt. It hurt a lot. Fuck his head hurt like a bitch. Sitting up with a groan, InuYasha took a minute to gather his surroundings, before his senses kicked in. He was naked. The area reeked of blood and death, and panic shot through him. Looking around quickly, he saw what remained of the oni from the night before, and his broken Tessaiga glinting in the morning sun.

Next to him was his equally nude, dead wife, her body bled out and mutilated.

Grief was like ice through his body. “Kagome…”

There was a bloodied kidney not two feet away, which explained the gaping hole in her side, but her leg, the muscle and bone sticking out at odd angles, was unexplainable. He didn't remember…

InuYasha started to shake violently, as he looked at his hands. He took a cautious sniff at the blood covering one hand and dry heaved.

He'd killed his own wife. Killed her and raped her as she died.

There was no other choice. He didn't even pray, knowing what evils awaited him were well-deserved. With the hand stained with the blood of his wife, he slashed his own throat, not even allowing himself the release of screaming in pain, and collapsed.

 

((A bit of horror there for you. Reviews are always welcome, as well as constructive criticism. *sweatdrop* Horror isn't my style at all, but this one just wanted to come out for Halloween. Thank you for reading!))