InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In the Beginning ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

“Sango?”

 

At the sound of her name, the taijiya glanced up to see Kagome standing before her. The young miko wore an expression of concern, guilt, and absolute misery, and Sango had to fight the urge to beat Inuyasha with her Hiraikotsu upon his return. She knew that the hanyou's disappearance two days before had been the cause of Kagome's state of misery. The poor girl was nearly beside herself with worry.

 

Of course, they were all worried about their silver-haired friend. He had said he'd be back but he had yet to show up. It wasn't like him to say he'd be back by one day then never show up. The only possible explanation for his delay was Kikyou waylaying him. Kagome didn't think so, but Sango did. After all, it was like the hanyou to take off after the undead priestess and leave them, especially Kagome, hanging.

 

“Yes, Kagome?”

 

The young miko opened her mouth to say something then promptly shut it. She lowered her head, looking very downtrodden.

 

“Never mind . . .”

 

“What is it, Kagome?” Sango inquired, not wishing to see her best friend like this. “Please tell me.” When the younger girl didn't say anything, Sango nodded to herself. “It's about Inuyasha, isn't it?”

 

Kagome nodded mutely to her guess.

 

`Should have known.'

 

Of course, she understood Kagome's concern. The hanyou had not been himself before he'd taken off. Shippou had pointed out that Inuyasha had been moving slower than he normally did, as if his back had been bothering him. It was unusual, to say the least, for pain hardly bothered Inuyasha. At least, according to him. Kagome's worries had not been eased when Inuyasha had taken off on the night of the new moon. Not for the first time, Sango considered taking off after the hanyou and bringing him back. A notion she quickly dismissed. Inuyasha had a volatile temper. If they showed up looking for him while he was in the middle of something he deemed to be important, tempers would fly. Kagome would be upset for him worrying her and he'd be upset for the interruption. It wouldn't be a pretty situation, and the fighting between Kagome and Inuyasha was enough to grate on one's nerves. Still, if his back had truly been bothering him . . .

 

`But how can his back be bothering him?' her mind reasoned. `He's half demon. His youki would ensure healing.'

 

`It is possible, though,' a little voice countered. `You only know demon behaviour, instinct, and eating habits. You don't know exactly what those instincts tell them.'

To that, Sango had no explanation. However, it did strengthen her resolve to go looking for the half-demon should he not show up within the next day.

 

`He can get angry all he wants,' she told herself. `To hell with this little mission of his.'

 

“I'm sure Inuyasha's all right,” Sango soothed. Again, Kagome nodded mutely, obviously not believing her. She continued, “However, I think we should go looking for him tomorrow. Give him another day to show up.”

 

Relief washed over the young miko's features and she smiled for the first time in a day.

 

“Thank you, Sango,” she murmured.

 

“You're welcome, Kagome.”

 

* * *

 

It hurt to breathe. His chest ached from the amount of abuse he'd been receiving as of late. Of course, the fact that there was a male youkai on top of him, crushing him underneath with a massive amount of weight, didn't help, either. Inuyasha struggled to push himself up from the ground, but to no avail. His strength had left him, though at one point, he couldn't say. It just had.

 

Pain blossomed throughout his form as the youkai above him yanked his legs apart then shoved his member into Inuyasha's abused entrance. Inuyasha growled as best he could in an effort to fight back the yelp that threatened to escape him. How he wanted to rip the bastard's face off!

 

“Liking it rough, are we?” came the taunt. “I like that.”

 

Several arms snaked around Inuyasha and pulled him off the floor, their grasp crushing him even more. His elevated state made him even more aware of the thickened phallus grinding itself into him. It also made him aware of the chains that kept him shackled to the ground by his wrists and neck. They pulled on him, chafing already raw flesh. His body then slammed into the ground, knocking his breath right out of him. Dirt filled his nose and mouth, causing him to choke even more. Still, the youkai assaulting him never let up. If anything, a hand grabbed Inuyasha by the hair and held his head in place.

 

A few moments later, moments that felt like an eternity to the hanyou, the youkai eased his grip then pulled away. Inuyasha spit out dirt, coughing in the process. Once the fit was over, he just lay there, his form trembling. He was bleeding. He was aware of that much. Still, finding a way to escape was proving to be difficult. The chains that held him prevented most movement, except for what his captor allowed.

 

`Someone . . . help me . . . please,' he thought, curling in on himself. He couldn't take much more of the abuse. He knew it. It was only a matter of time before he cracked.

 

`No! I can't give up! Not now. I have to fight, I . . . I have to break free . . .'

 

The sound of footsteps approaching brought him back to his current situation. Thanks to the blood dripping from his nose, he couldn't identify those approaching him, but it no longer mattered. He knew what they were coming for, and he'd fight them. Like he always did. He was the youngest son of a daiyoukai, after all.