InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ High School Girl ❯ Not a Good Night ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter #7

Not A Good Night

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha

 

Beware all for this is not one of the happy funny chapters I know you guys all love! I can't say anything about it without spoiling the read but I can say that this story will definitely have ups and downs, this is a down. I will most likely tell you when it will not be a happy tail to tell, but I have it already mapped out in my mind and I plan for it to stay that way!

 

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After a while of just standing there staring at her teacher she still couldn't believe what he had just asked. This was the type of thing that could get him fired and yet here he was asking a student to dance with him, at a school dance no less, a place where people were likely to see him. He was cute and she had thought of him a lot but that type of thing was really taboo.

 

“Come on don't be such a stick in the mud Higurashi,” he gave a warm smile and dragged her out to the dance floor before the other teachers saw; he still couldn't believe he was dragging out to dance. He had to be going insane, “By the way I never told this to you before but those glasses really do suit you.”

 

A slow song struck up, unfortunately for Kagome she had never danced with someone before, and she just stood there dumb struck not knowing what to do. She glanced over at the other couples on the dance floor seeing how close they were dancing…and how low the guys had their hands on their partner's waists. Why was her teacher asking her to do this anyway? She liked him but…she didn't really trust her own mind when it came to making sense of why people do what they do.

 

Hesitantly she put her hands on InuYasha's shoulders, and he put his hands high up on her waist.

 

“Miss Higurashi,” Kagome teacher mumbled suddenly, “I think you should know on of those bruises is showing.”

 

It took a few minutes for Kagome's mind to register what he was talking about, but she knew what he was saying eventually. Kagome had always bruised easily and it took forever for her bruises to go away completely, a few of her worst bruises were still there, they were light yellow and not that noticeable, but apparently InuYasha had noticed it right away. Some of the makeup around the one side of her forehead must have rubbed off over the course of the night.

 

“You know I don't believe someone can be as clumsy as everyone says you are,” Mr. Taisho sighed, “If there is anything you want to tell me something Miss Higurashi say it now because I am not letting you leave this dance floor until I get some sort of explanation.”

 

Is this why he asked me to dance? So I wouldn't be able to get away from him without making a scene, the gears in Kagome's head stopped turning for a split second before she gave herself a mental slap, why do you sound so disappointed? He is your teacher for god's sake; he would never have any interest in you, what guy would?

 

Mr. Taisho's eyes looked completely serious staring down at her for a long time, “Miss Higurashi.”

 

He never calls me by my first name he always just calls me Miss Higurashi, if he liked me he would have called me Kagome. He is only concerned about my injuries like every other person I meet, Kagome's eyes shone slightly but she refused to even look sad, “I really have to go Mr. Taisho, my dad is expecting me home soon, you don't have to worry about me walking I really don't mind. I promise that you will see me at school on Monday, don't worry.”

 

Before InuYasha could protest Kagome pushed away from him and disappeared into the crowd. He attempted to follow but it was hard to catch someone so small in a crowd that was thicker than a swarm of hornets. All he got was pushed around, elbowed in the rib by a crazy dancer, and nearly trampled when the slow song ended and hard rock began to play once again. By then Kagome would have been long gone, and he wished he hadn't upset her; he wasn't exactly sure what had made Kagome so angry at him. (Though Kagome almost never showed emotion he could hear it in her voice before she left.)

 

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Meanwhile Kagome had already exited the school and was on her way home, she was not running away, she was walking rather calmly. She may be just a bookworm but it made her smart enough to know that Mr. Taisho wasn't going to be leaving the crowd any time soon.

 

She had heard that hanyou have curtain times when they were human but she had never really met any hanyou other than her teacher. Being human meant he wouldn't be as fast or as agile as he would be when he had demon blood, which meant Kagome was free to take her time walking away from the school. Kagome walked fairly slow letting her mind just wonder off, sometimes she would wake up from a daydream and realized she had nearly walked in the wrong direction, and at the times when she was thinking clearer she would scold herself for being so naïve when Mr. Taisho had asked her to dance. She would also curse the other times she made a fool out of herself in front of him.

 

Kagome had come in late on his first day teaching (which she had done multiple times since), made him spill his coffee and food all over himself, she fainted in front of him, she let him drive her home the day she fainted, and worst of all she had made no attempt to cover herself earlier than day when he accidentally slid into her shower stall. She just wanted to kick herself for that one.

 

The young girl in the maid's outfit was so deep in thought for her whole walk she was slightly surprise when she came back to reality and was staring down the dark driveway of her home.

 

It was late, and she didn't see any lights on in the house, maybe it was safe to go home and go to sleep. She never really knew what her father had planned from one hour to the next because she never knew how much her father had been drinking, often the more he drank the less likely he was to even be conscious and if he was he could barely walk. If he was still able to walk then it would be a bad sign for Kagome and her good week at home would come to an abrupt end.

 

Hesitantly Kagome walked up to the door and turned the knob, which thankfully was unlocked, and she entered the dark house. There was a sickly smell of old liquor in the air from months of having the windows shut and everything was deathly still in the stifling thick air.

 

Deep breath, Kagome let out the breath she had been holding in and brought fresh air into her lungs as she crept into the house pleading to herself, let him be sleeping, please let him be sleeping…

 

She shut the door as slowly as possible so it would make little noise when the lamp over the sofa chair in the living room turned itself on making Kagome jump out of her skin. The frightened girl turned around seeing her father's angry bloodshot eyes looking back at her from the couch, she was sitting in the chair, his hair and cloths a complete mess, and an empty bottle of vodka resting in his lap. Kagome was scared, genuinely scared, with her father's eyes boring into her she felt she couldn't breathe.

 

“What the fuck are you wearing,” her father's words were slurred.

 

Kagome realized she was still wearing the skimpy little maid's outfit; her regular cloths were in a shopping bag in Kagura's car. Her heartbeat suddenly got new wind and picked up speed.

 

“When I said not to come around the house for a few hours I didn't mean it was ok for you to go slut it up you whore,” her father's voice was angry and venomous as he spoke. He rose from the chair scowling so his worry lines deepened making the shadows from the single lamp distort his face, “You know what that woman told me today, she said I had a drinking problem. She couldn't date a guy who drinks and had a slut for a daughter.”

 

He wouldn't listen to me even if I tried to explain what I was doing all day, Kagome's eyes wondered to the ground.

 

SLAP! The sound rang in the thick air and Kagome only stood there looking completely stunned. Her eyes widened past the point that they should as she staggered backwards clutching her stinging cheek that was now sporting a sizable red mark that would become yet another bruise.

 

“I'll teach you,” Her father seethed looming over his half paralyzed daughter, “I'll teach you stupid bitch.”

 

He grabbed Kagome by her hair so she would stand eyes level with him. (Kagome was a few inches shorter so he was practically lifting her.) His eyes were filled with a drunken rage and the stench of his breath was making Kagome gag but she never fought back, all she could do was stand there shuttering slightly in fear, “I'm sorry daddy…”

 

He gave a short laugh, “It's much too late for that.”

 

Kagome's father tossed her across the room, she lay there sprawled out on her stomach, and before she could move again she felt a sharp pain cut across her back. Despite the fact that her father was drunk he had been able to use his belt pretty fast and hit the poor girl over and over until Kagome's back felt (and looked like) raw hamburger. When her father was satisfied with his work he formed Kagome to her feet again by grabbing a good handful of her hair and used his massive hands to close around her neck.

 

“I don't want to hear another word from your mouth ever again Kagome, everything that you ever say has been a lie, and you have to be punished for your lies sooner or later,” her father growled, “Now go to your room and don't come out until morning, I have a business partner coming tomorrow and he is bringing his son. You're going to make yourself look nice and pretty for this boy but if you act like a slut I will make you wish that you were never born got that? This is important and I won't let you mess this up for me.”

 

Kagome couldn't nod or speak because her air was slowly being cut off from her, and it was not like she had a choice to defy him, it was that or something a lot worse than being whipped with a belt. He dropped her and left her laying in the living room gasping for breath.

 

She clawed at the carpet trying to find the strength to stand but her back as well as her shoulders were searing with pain. If she accidentally rolled onto her back she would let out a small whimper of pain but through it all she didn't cry and showed no sign of doing so. Her fists just clutched together trying to vent some pain, so much that her nails had broken the skin of her palms and a small trickle of blood ran down her arm.

 

It was over a half an hour before the pain receded enough for her to be able to pull herself up again and stagger down the hall back to her room. She didn't even bother changing out of the maid's outfit she just collapsed on her bed panting slightly and groaning from the pain spanning across her back. Kagome knew she would hear from the welts on her back in the morning that was without a doubt but she wondered if she would still be thinking of Mr. Taisho in the morning as well. She thought about him a lot and she felt so stupid for thinking he asked her to dance because he liked her too, he was just being a teacher even if the dancing thing was a bit out of place. Regardless she still kept thinking of his silver hair, his golden eyes, and those cute little dog ears she always had the urge to scratch just to see what he would say.

 

After an hour or so of just laying on her bad Kagome finally fell into a restless sleep.

 

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Seven year old Kagome stalked away from her house sporting an array of new bruises. Some boys had come seeking revenge while she played alone in her front yard, being the fire cracker she was she had given most of them a fight to remember but she had been outnumbered. Now hurt and a bit broken hearted she was walking alone to she didn't know where.

 

“Stupid,” Kagome whimpered tears beginning to well up in her large chocolate coloured eyes, “Stupid mean old boys.”

 

Kagome began running and rounded another block, obviously not looking where she was going, when she ran full force into someone's back. She fell backwards adding new crapes and cuts to her list of injuries. Tears began to build up anew as she looked up at the person she had run into.

 

The memory was fuzzy and she couldn't see his face but she could still tell he was older than her and she could hear his voice that sounded familiar.

 

“Why are you crying,” he asked holding a hand out to her for assistance but she didn't take it, “Come on its ok…”

 

There was a screeching of tires in the distance and screaming, people yelling for someone to call nine-one-one. She and the boy looked in the direction in the commotion and that was all Kagome could remember.

 

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Bright sunlight invaded Kagome's room through the window she had neglected to close curtains over. The tired girl groaned and would have woken with a start from her dreams if the skin on her back didn't feel as stiff as plywood. After that it only took a few moments for the memories of the night before to come back fresh like a new wound and the thinking about it making the pain of the old wounds seem more unbearable. Kagome just wanted to drown herself in the down of her pillow and sleep more so she could have her peace just a little longer but the sun had taken all will to sleep from her and so did the clock which told her if she didn't get up she wouldn't just be hearing from her dad but her boss too.

 

God help me I think I am going to die, her mind mumbled with a mixture of venom and sarcasm, I may need a cane just to make it to work.

 

With difficulty she rolled herself off her bed and looked at her reflection in her mirror, what was looking back at her actually didn't surprise her, she had woken up to the same vivid worn down image of herself so many times before. She could tell when she had a bad night because she had not bothered to take off her glasses before she went to sleep.

 

Her eyes were quite sunken in and her skin was possibly a sicklier pale than usual with deep bags under her bloodshot eyes. As a souvenir of the night before she was now sporting a rather dark hand shaped bruise on her cheek that she knew would be a challenge to cover up with makeup, and she was only glad she did not have the courage to find out what her back looked like. Kagome's hair was a complete mess, more so than usual, and her maid's outfit was in complete disarray.

 

It would be off to work with her in an hour or so, then whatever her father had in store for her when she got home.

 

Kagome picked out her regular cloths from her dresser, ignoring the cuts from her fingernails on her palms, and hurried off to shower before work since she would need the extra time to do something about covering her new bruises.

 

She set her cloths on the counter by the sink while she turned on the shower and got out of her ridicules costume and got her first look at her mess of a back. She had a new welt for every hit she had taken, she had not bothered to count at the time obviously, but looking at her back right then she could give a close estimation. Some would become yet more bruises, the majority were so raw they would become scabs by noon, but for now they were open flesh that made Kagome sick to look at.

 

To escape it she slipped in the shower wish was not the smartest thing she could have done because anyone who would have been thinking clearly would have known hot water on raw flesh hurts almost as bed as the wound when it was first inflicted. Either way they would have needed to be cleaned or she would have to take care of an infection that would take even longer to heal. She couldn't handle that on top of everything else.

 

After the sting the water actually felt nice over her stiff and sore limbs, and she welcomed the comfort to her poor battered body. She let it run over her like new life or even a second wind and this time had no fear of someone crashing into since she always locked the bathroom door. She washed out her black silk like hair and scrubbed her body further relaxing her aching muscles though she took a lot of care when washing her back since the soap made it sting more. It was a good thing Kagome had always recovered well from injuries, for some reason every blow she took healed twice as fast as it normally would, it had always been something she couldn't explain but all the same was grateful for in the long run. She would be able to go on her day with little trouble.

 

Since it was Kagome's routine to cover up cuts and bruises she got through it quickly, her bruise was no longer visible even if it did smart. Her favorite oversized sweater did a good enough job of covering her back; as long as no one decided to give her a pat on the back then she was fine. Her palms she wrapped with a white cloth bandage making her look like she would be ready to spar with someone if they tried, people would ask questions, but small cuts like that would always be easy to explain.

 

Kagome worked down at the local animal shelter a couple days a week, what she made was basically how much she ate, since her father hadn't given her money since she was seven years old and her father never shopped for groceries unless he was expecting people over. This meant that night she would get to eat her fill for the first time in months because her father wanted everyone to think they lived a normal life. When a teacher nosed their way into his business with his daughter then he would weave a strong web of lies right in front of Kagome as she stood there remaining completely silent and agreed whenever she was asked a question. That night would be one of those nights; his business partner would come into a see a cozy home where a father and his daughter were living comfortably and content when none of it was in the least bit true.

 

In the mirror Kagome practiced her sweetest and warmest smile that she would need for that evening because if she remained silent, somber, and half monotonic she would hear about it ten fold after their guests left. She would be sweet and accommodating but still say little so she would not say anything that would upset her father, and of course she was indirectly ordered to be especially sweet to the man's son. When it came to pretending Kagome had a lot of practice, she did it every day when she went to school, she would arrive and pretend she never had any thought or input for her class discussion for fear of getting in trouble, as of recently she would act like she wasn't growing feelings for her dog eared teacher, and above all she would act like she was living a normal life at home with a single parent.

 

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