InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Foreign Salvage ❯ It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Of course I don't own any of the Inuyasha characters.

I felt myself grow weary with every endless city we entered and left. Hakodate to Tokyo wasnt as fun of a
trip as Id tried to make it since my mom switched places with my stepfather, hoping wed forge a bond over
those hours of continual traveling. The plan was to take the shinkansen from Hakodate to Hachinohe, then
finally from Hachinohe to Tokyo. It was going to be a smooth six hours but Davie, my stepfather, wanted to
stop and observe the various scenes and experience about every gift shop the place offered. Plus, our
shinkasen got cancelled twice. So a six hour trip turned into a sixteen hour nightmare. Did I mention Im from
the States? My Japanese consisted of Kon'nichiwa, Domo Arigato, and much to Davies irritation, Baka yaro
(stupid idiot). This meant everywhere we went, people eyed me walking next to Davie. He was tall,
handsome and fit in with the bustling crowd. I was a bit tall and Hispanic with golden brown skin. They
would chatter up a conversation in the fastest-speaking Japanese Id ever heard to me and him. Davie would
nod and laugh, gesturing his hand towards me, introducing me as Anastasia and the people would laugh and,
what I assumed to be, apologize for their mistake.

My mom met Davie at a doctors convention in Arizona and supposedly, it took off from there. He constantly
visited, bringing expensive gifts and promises of their future. After two years and consistent nudging, my
mom agreed to pack up and head to Davies country. Much to my dismay. I had to say goodbye to all my
friends and family that Id grown up with. Tears cannot explain the waterfalls pouring from my eyes. I hadnt
talked to my mom since then really. She doesnt really listen to me nowadays anyways. Ever since someone
new came in to love her, she has been engulfed in that passionate attention, ignoring most everything else.

Even the way he stares at me.

It started a couple of months after they had met and Davie came over for dinner. I was fifteen. Arizona, during
the summer, had long days and short nights. Which meant more time for me to go swimming and enjoy
myself. I was floating on my back, forgetting about the rest of the world until something made me open my
eyes a crack. Davie leaned against the doorway, watching me with licentious eyes. I slowly stood up,
instinctively covering myself up in the water. "Dinner is ready" he would tell me, before a couple more
seconds of awkward staring and turn around just to walk inside and kiss my laughing mom. It felt so horrible.
I knew I shouldve talked with mom, but she looked so happy to be in love. I supported her.

When mom went away at nights to help hospitals that were understaffed, Davie would volunteer to stay with
me. I dreaded it so much. She would kiss me goodbye, kiss him, and walk away to leave him staring at me.
"You have grown so much, my little Kawaii Ningyo". He would eye me over, "Such soft curves and sculpted
features, we must keep you locked away from the rest of the world."
Davie sat at the couch, so close, it made me close my eyes. He touched my hair, lifting one of the curls and
brushing stray strands from my eyes. "Look at me. It is rude to take compliments without expressing
gratitude. I shall show you how to properly thank a gentleman's praise."

Turning my head towards him, he forced his lips on mine. I whimpered. He forced his tongue into my mouth,
the bitter taste of alcohol made me gag.

I tried forcing myself back, but his hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me back towards his face. I
was drowning in the taste of alcohol and cigarettes. I finally was crying when he released me smiling
victoriously. "That's how you show your appreciation to me now, my Kawaii Ningyo."

He left me sitting there with a hand over my mouth, shaking all over. I found out later, Kawaii Ningyo meant
pretty doll. A doll means a plaything, something you can dress, handle and use however you pleased. It was
my perfect description, because a doll is used but never tells their secrets. They just accept it. Just as I had the
following years to come.

He never touched me more than that, a kiss or grope. He said the timing would be perfect when he would
make me a woman. The time was coming, and I just had to count my hours until then.

A screeching halt snapped me back to reality. We were in Tokyo. I stared, my mind trying to take in

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everything at once. The lights, the crowds, the excitement. The car was waiting to pick us up, a small
wrinkled man holding a sign that said Uragirimono beckoned us into the back seat. I sat to the far right,
pretending to be deeply fascinated with a man selling cheap jewelry and turned my iPod on to its fullest
extent. He already closed the window connecting the back to the front. I already tensed up.

"I think it's almost time. I can feel it." was all he whispered before removing the buds out of my ears and
forcing himself on my lips the rest of the ride up there.

My mom greeted us with open arms in front of the beautifully lavish house behind her. I gave her a
one-armed, quick hug before rushing to my room. In here is where everything that is bad will go away, it will
all end. I was awarded a beautiful view with a window seat large enough for me to lay on. The sky was fading
to dark but still illuminated with Tokyos own lights. I sat at the window seat and gazed outside. My room
was facing the back, which gave rare views of rolling hills and green grass. This was my escape.

I felt my blood freeze when mom told me she was offered a job due to Davies influence on the medical field.
The job was that night. I begged her to stay, making up some excuse of home-sickness. "Don't worry, Davie
is here for you."

My stomach churned painfully. She walked out the door and I ran to my room. Davie was in the kitchen. I
was hoping hed stay there or go watch the TV. until he fell asleep. I laid on my window seat, trying to lull
myself to sleep hoping hed see and go away. The door creaked open, making my heart race. I could feel his
body heat next to me, his eyes I know were watching me. It was so quiet, with inner relief I thought he left.
Suddenly, pain erupted from my skull as my hair was being jerked upright to bring me to my feet.

"Why are you playing games with me? You know I said I was ready. That means you should be happy and
waiting for me like a good Lady."

I tried pushing him, but his height and strength were too much for me to overtake. In his once again drunken
rage, he slammed me against the wall, shoving his lips onto mine which such force it felt like he was bruising
my mouth. His hand traveled south and gripped my bottom, picking me up with ease and throwing me onto
the bed. When did his shirt come off? My head was throbbing as I cried for him to stop and let me be. That
earned a slap for talking out of place. All I could imagine was being in my moms arms, back in Arizona. How
did my shirt come off? His hand was cupping my breast, squeezing too hard. He took my cries of pain for
moans and smirked in the dark. "See, I told you this will feel good for you too."

I became a doll. A thing to be used and tossed aside. No feelings, no defiance. I wasnt going to win. His hand
forced its way into my pants. It pushed aside the thin cotton and into me. I screamed. He covered my mouth
as he entered places no one like him should touch. The force he used made it hurt. My hips jerked, trying to
pry themselves away from his evasive touch. "Shh! Stop, stupid girl!" he hissed, as the sound of a car pulling
into the garage sounded. Davie jumped up, grabbing his shirt and ran out of my room to his. I heard the
shower start up. I sat there, drying tears on my face and a new pain between my legs.

The front door opened, prompting me to throw on my shirt and lay on my bed. It felt so hard to move now.
My moms head stuck through my door, smiling. "They messed up my hours. I am going in tomorrow." Before
she left, I called her back. She sat at my bed, confused since I dont talk to her much anymore. When she truly
saw my swollen eyes, she held me just like back in the States. "What's wrong, mija?" she asked, stroking my
hair. I told her the story. The whole story, my whole pain. When I was finished, sobbing quietly, she sat so
still it felt like she disappeared and left me there.

"Why? Why make up a story that vulgar and horrific just to separate Davie and I?" she asked bluntly.

I slowly lifted myself from her arms and stared into her face to make sure she heard me. Her beautiful face
was angry and defiant. My heart broke. She hadnt believed me, her daughter. She believed the disgusting
man who claimed to love her, claimed to want to spend his life with her. My eyes widened as I realized his
hold over her, and I ran. Ran down the stairs, out the house and towards the hills. I ran until it pained me and
burned my lungs. I collapsed beside a decaying building surrounded by tall cherry blossom trees. Crying

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didnt come to me anymore. There was nothing left to cry about. It was pure, white-hot anger. Anger that
froze my heart, numbed my nerves and shushed my brain. I felt myself die there and let a lurking monster
take hold of me to protect me from the worlds evil.

The new me looked at the world around me and smiled. It was prepared to take back what they stole from me.
I got up from my piteous state on the ground and was going to walk back until the building seemed to..
Whisper my name. I went towards it. The wooden doors were so badly rotted, I broke it by gently trying to
push it open. Inside, boxes upon boxes were stacked all around. Clothes were laid about and random portraits
of women were hung. I dont know why I was even in here until something sparked in the dark. When I
neared it, the energy around it began a soft humming as if it were powering to life. I couldnt really make out
what it was.

Glancing around to make sure no stragglers occupied the shack, I reached out towards it. My hand felt like a
magnet as it grasped what now became apparent as a sword. Something new flared to life inside of me. An
unknown wind blew across the room and lit candles stacked along the wall. Power filled me, the sword
equally happy to be in the hands of the owner again. ,,Wait, owner? Happy? This is an inanimate object I
never even know till now! my mind objectified, causing my power rush to come crashing down. The sword
was certainly beautiful, with ornate gems encrusted into the bottom right of the long blade. It still felt
attached to me, as if I couldnt just leave it alone and walk away. I took it with me.

I arrived at the house, pushing open the door with the sword loosely held in my right hand. Mom was startled
as she leaned against the counter with Davie across from her. They both looked at me, mom with confused
anger and Davie with just pure malice. When I looked back, something in my dead eyes made them shrink
back. I made my way to my room, placing a chair under the knob to lock it. Looking out into the horizon, I
realized the sword was going to change something. A huge part of my life.

I laid down on the window seat, my bed too much of a memory I didnt want surfacing now. My sword, for it
was mine, I could feel it, was in my arms as I cuddled it. It was going to change me, I just waited to see when
the change would take over.

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Yeah, its my first story on here.
R&R so I know I have something to write for.
I know it has Sesshomaru in it but I decided to let this
Be a little introductory page.

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