InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inevitable Death ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

This is one of my first fan-fictions that I first posted up in Fanfiction.net. I started it a couple years ago but deleted it and so I'm starting to rewrite and revise it. I know that Kagome being a hanyou is not always received well but I felt that the plot would go better with her going through this instead of Inuyasha. Anyways, you'll understand better as the story goes on.

Because I am re-writing this and trying to make it better there may be lapses in updates after just the first chapter. But hopefully it gets smoother after that.
I accept all types of criticisms so please feel free to comment whatever your heart desires to comment :)

 

Prologue:

“Get out! I never want to see your filthy face again!”

The screams were drowned out by the sounds of the rain drops splattering on the city's tall buildings as a door opened and a young child was thrown face first onto the street. Laughter rang out in her head as she warily looked up into the face of her father.

 

“How I could have produced such a vile thing I have no idea.” He kicked his daughter once more for good measure before slamming the door shut and going to find her mother. Her dinner had tasted like shit and he was about to go tell her so.

 

Outside, the small girl was getting up. She thought about maybe knocking on the door a few times, but she was worried at what the consequences would be and instead stood up and limped away into the cold unyielding rain…

 

 

“Filthy hanyou! How many times do I have to tell you!? You can't eat here! Get the hell out of my kitchen!” A small body with long silvery-white hair flew out through the open back door of a kitchen as the voice continued to boom out behind him. In his arms he held a large loaf of bread that the cook had luckily not found on him. `That's going to be the last time I take food from that place.' He was slinking around the dark alleyways trying to find some place dry to eat his bread when he felt someone staring at him.

 

“Who's there!?” he yelled out, more confident than he actually felt. No one answered and he began to feel a trickle of fear. He couldn't sense much yet since he was so young, but the rain and the smells of the dirty city made this worse. You couldn't be too safe around here and even though he was small, he would hold his own against anyone if he had to. “I said, who there!? Are you deaf?”

 

His dog-like ears swiveled every which way and the moment he was about to shrug it off as paranoia the whimpering started. Being only 9 years old his curiosity got the best of him and he began to walk towards the area where he had roughly heard the noise. Dangerous or not that whimper had not sounded like it was coming from something big; it actually reminded him of the wounded animals he would sometimes find in the dark alleyways. Kittens and dogs that people had lost and forgotten that had not been able to fend for themselves against the more brutal wild animals that had never known what a warm home was.

 

As he got closer he saw that the sounds were coming from a small, huddled figure had become quieter. Maybe she had felt his presence and was now trying to become less noticeable? He wasn't sure. But the closer he got the more curious he got. This wasn't the first time that he had come across another child his age in the streets, but there was something about her (it was a girl right?) that screamed to his instincts that she was different than the rest.

 

His loaf of bread long forgotten, he reached the girl and crouched down. He started to reach a clawed hand out before he even registered what he was about to do. His fingers lightly brushed the hair that was covering her face and it disturbed him that she didn't even move when he touched her. Had it been anyone else they would have flinched at the touch or worse. “Hey…” He spoke softer than he normally would to another child on the street but he could clearly see now that she was no ordinary child; the way she behaved verified that. Sensing that this person talking to her meant no harm she carefully lifted her head and looked at him directly in the eyes, gasping when she saw the golden orbs staring right back at her. She subconsciously started to back away and that's when she saw that he had ears that were not unlike hers. “Y-Your…”

 

He saw where she was staring and grew red at once, thinking that she was going to be scared of him again and flee just like everyone else. As he was thinking this she had reached up and grabbed one of the small silver triangles between her two small hands. The sensation of strange hands on his very sensitive ear jolted him out of his embarrassment and he stood up quickly. “What are you doing?!”

 

“I'm…I'm sorry I..” her voice was very small and frightened and once again he found himself changing emotion and wanting to comfort her. He sighed and looked closely at her and noticed that she was still talking; or trying to. “…ears and…my father. Oh, I d-don't kn-know what to d-do…”

 

“Wait what?” He had no idea what she had been talking about and was now starting to get frustrated, his stomach reminding him that he still had bread that was quickly becoming cold and soggy in the crook of his arm. He heard her breathe in deeply and saw her look around warily before starting again; calmer now. “I'm sorry I touched your ear…it's just that I have the same kind.” As she said this she reached up to her own which until now had been lying so flat that he wasn't surprised he hadn't noticed them before. “I had never seen anyone else like me before…” she continued. He automatically looked at the top of her head again to see them more clearly. They weren't moving very much and they seemed smaller than usual. “Anyways…my daddy kicked me out of the house today. I have nowhere else to go…” As she said this, her face twisted up in sadness and tears bigger than the raindrops that now fell out of the skies cascaded down her cheeks.

 

He was at a loss for what to do. He had never been in this kind of situation. He was only a kid, probably only a year older than her at most. One part of him said to leave her and let her learn the hard way while another part of him felt sympathy and a yearn to help her. She wasn't much younger than him after all but very small, and as he looked up at the sky he knew that the rain wasn't going to let up anytime soon. He roughly grabbed her hand and dragged her up, “Follow me.” His voice was gruffer than he wanted it to be but that didn't matter now. What mattered was that his bread was getting ruined and that now he had someone else he had to take care of beside himself.

 

They ran through quite a few streets before they reached a middle school that he knew always left the basement window in the back open. She whimpered when they had to climb the fence because she had never done it before and she had fresh bruises on her arms and legs plus a few cuts that hadn't been tended to. “C'mon!” he yelled, already on the other side. “I'm coming as fast as I can!” she yelled back, already frustrated with this boy that hadn't told her what exactly they were doing. Once they were across the playground to the window he opened the window and dropped down. He told her to wait and got an old desk that he pushed up against the window. If she hadn't been able to handle climbing a low fence she sure wouldn't be able to handle the drop to the floor. She lowered herself in an awkward way and ended up hanging onto the window ledge with her legs a couple inches away from the desk. “Okay, let go.”

 

“I don't want to…” was the muffled reply and the made him even more impatient. “Look, it won't even hurt just let go of the ledge!” She didn't want to because her toes still didn't reach the desk and so she thought it was further than it actually was. “Hurry up!” His tone of voice snapped her out of her fear and she let go, furious that he had rushed her through this process of relocating when she had never had to do anything like this before. “You don't have to be so pushy!”

 

“Yeah well, you don't have to take your damn time on everything all the time. If I said it was safe for you to come down then it was safe for you to come down sheesh.”

 

She didn't say anything back, but it was more because of exhaustion than for fear of starting a fight. He took out the bread from under his arm and made a face at the state in was now in. `Great…' he thought as he messily cut it in half. He stared at the piece longingly for a second before handing it to her. “Here, you need to eat.” At this she looked up at him from her position on the floor. She calmed down when she saw the hard expression on her face and knew at once that that hadn't been an easy decision for him to make. “No thanks.” She replied.

 

“What!? What do you mean `No thanks'?”

 

“Just that, no thanks.” She was hungry, but that was nothing new to her. And she had also snuck some food from the kitchen while her father was drinking himself up earlier that day. Who knows how long it had been since he had eaten anything? No, it wouldn't be right to take his hard earned food from him.

 

“Is it not good enough for you or something? Used to better food huh!? Fine! Don't eat then, but I better not hear you complaining about an empty stomach later.” She could tell he was upset and felt bad that he had misunderstood, but something told her it would be better that he thought it was for that reason and not for the real one. “I'm not really that hungry anyways…” She said this more to herself but he heard anyways and scoffed at her, “Whatever...wench.”

 

At her new nickname she glared at him fiercely. This brought a smug grin to his face. He didn't know why he had called her that; he had just realized that he still didn't know her name and had heard the term before and felt that it fit her currently annoying attitude. He had continued to eat, savoring each bite of the bread, and hadn't noticed that the hanyou girl next to him had continued to fume at him. “You're such a jerk! That is NOT my name!” At the word jerk he had stopped mid-bite (which was difficult for him to do) and turned his head slowly to look at the now standing girl with her small fists clenched. “I'M a jerk! I just saved your life possibly! Offered you MY food! And I'M a JERK!?” He was standing now too, his bread once again flung to the back of his mind as he confronted the girl he had thought had looked like a helpless animal less than thirty minutes before.

 

“W-Well…!” She had to stop and control her infuriated stuttering because well, he was right. “That still doesn't give you the right to call me a wench!” Of course, he didn't really understand why this upset her so much; he didn't know how she would hide wherever she could as she listened to her dad beat her mom again and again calling her that very same word. She knew he couldn't possibly know this and everything else that had happened to her but well, she had just left her house and the memories were still vivid in her mind. “You could've asked me what my name was!” she continued after a moment of hesitance.

 

He didn't know what to say. It was true; he could have asked her for her name instead of insulting her like that. The hurt now apparent on her face almost hurt him and he wondered why she was getting all worked up over one small word. He suddenly felt very exhausted and just sat on the floor and snatched up his bread, leaving her standing by herself in her own thoughts. A few minutes passed with no movement except those of Inuyasha eating. He put aside a piece for her in one of his pockets just in case. No matter what she had said earlier food wasn't that easy to find and she would be hungry tomorrow if not sooner. Finally he couldn't stand the silence and the dark moods that were radiating around her and said something, “So…what is your name?”

 

It took her a moment to respond because she was so deep into her thoughts that she barely heard him, even with her ears now up and on the alert. “Oh it's…Kagome. Yours?” as she said this she sat down next to him. He looked over at her from the corner of his eye and moved away a bit, feeling uncomfortable with any type of show of affection, before answering, “Inuyasha.”

 

“Hm. I've never heard a name like that before.”

 

“Yeah well, yours isn't that common either…Kaggie.” He added that last bit on purpose just to piss her off. He had decided that it was better to see her mad then all quiet and broody. No eight year old should have to be thinking that much, although, he wasn't one to talk. He smirked as she got up and walked away to another side of the room away from the small window. Although he kind of missed the closeness of her presence when she went to the other side he was able to stretch out and nap without wondering if she was claw his face off, as she had looked close to doing before. He closed his eyes and immediately fell into his usual fitful sleep.

 

Kagome didn't know what to think. She was smart enough to know that she was lucky he had found her. Yet something about him made her sad. She hadn't been around very many people at all. Her parents were the most prominent people in her memory. She might have met others but long ago when her memories were pure color and sounds and no faces. Through the gloom of the room she could stare at Inuyasha (hopefully without him noticing) and saw that his clothes was ragged and dirty, but somehow he did not smell bad. His hair was tangled in many places but even in this badly lit room it shone in a way she had never seen hair shine before. Not even on the television that she would only be able to watch when her father was at work. She wished his eyes were open just so she could look into them again; everything about him was so unique and different. Even someone who hadn't been in the world very long could see that. That was her last thought before she closed her own strikingly blue eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

 

 

The next three months passed quicker than usual for Inuyasha. He found that even though Kagome was hardheaded and most times annoying, that she knew how to hold her own soon enough and was more of a help than a hindrance. Her ability to lay her ears so flat into her wavy hair that they were almost invisible came in handy when they were looking for food and the loneliness that he had often felt before he had found her hardly made its way into his heart anymore.

 

Kagome learned a lot while she was with Inuyasha. And although she had been ashamed to steal and do other things to get what they needed, and although the food wasn't always the greatest cuisine she quickly learned that it was the only way to survive around here and did the best she could so that she wouldn't disappoint her only friend. Of course, he didn't know that she called him her only friend in her mind. She wasn't sure how he would take it or if he would try to take his niceness away and so she kept that thought to herself and would always smile before going to sleep with that thought in her mind.

 

It wasn't until they were in a public park one day that she drew up the courage to tell him what she had been thinking about him. It was a sunny day outside and they had just finished playing on the swings. They had deliberately come during school hours when they knew that not many people would be in the park; someone might cause them problems. They found their way into a clearing of small, still growing trees and sat down. Inuyasha took out a bar of chocolate that he had been hiding and that Kagome eagerly eyed because she had been smelling it all day now and was excited to eat it. Inuyasha laughed at her expression and said in an arrogant tone “What makes you think I was going to give you some?” Right after his statement she huffed and pouted and turned away from him. To her annoyance he just laughed at her back then dropped her half over her shoulder onto her lap. She grinned inwardly and reached for it, taking small bites of it and sucking on them slowly to get the most out of each piece. Inuyasha scarfed down the whole thing in under 10 seconds and then watched her.

 

She was used to him watching her by now and didn't let it bother her as she finished her last piece of chocolate and looked up into the sky smiling. “Mmm..that was so goooood.”

 

“I bet it was, wench.” She rolled her eyes at her new nickname but didn't mind it so much anymore. She hadn't told him much about what had happened to her, but enough. And although he felt bad about their first incident with that particular nickname he still liked to call her that and she didn't have to strength to fight him about it anymore.

 

“Hey Inuyasha? Can I tell you something? But you have to promise you won't laugh.” He smirked anyway before promising, but stopped when he saw the serious and slightly nervous expression on her face. “Okay, what is it?”

 

She breathed in deeply, “Inuyasha, I want you to know that you are my best friend in the whole world.” She blushed deeply and moved her eyes away from his general direction and wondered what was going to happen next. Inuyasha was happy that she had looked away because his blush began to rival hers soon enough and he didn't want her to see. “Uh..Um…” she didn't know what else to say but the silence was getting to her. She waited a few more minutes and when Inuyasha still said nothing she felt tears come to her eyes and she stood up quickly. “I knew you didn't think me as a friend,” she choked out, “but if anything were to happen I just wanted you to know how I thought of you.” She only took a few steps away before a small tanned hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Inuyasha gave her the biggest bear hug he could at only nine years old and Kagome felt it and hugged back, now letting the tears run freely down her face, not knowing that the moisture damping the top of her head were Inuyasha's own collection of tears.

 

Inuyasha was overcome with emotions. He couldn't remember ever having a friend before. The closest he had ever come to this warm feeling in him right now was when he was with his mother, and those happy memories were limited. He hadn't said anything to her because he didn't know what to say. What if he said the wrong thing and she took it back?

 

As they were both pondering the deepest feelings they had ever had they didn't realize that they had acquired some company a few minutes before. As they hugged each other with all they had a masked misshapen man appeared behind Inuyasha and a similar one behind Kagome. The moment Inuyasha's senses picked up that they were surrounded it was too late. Both pair of eyes, gold and blue, stared at each other in shock and fear as Kagome was dragged away and Inuyasha hit over the head with a gun.

The last thing he saw was Kagome kicking and biting anywhere she could reach on the men holding her in inappropriate ways before…Blackness.

 

 

“We barely got out of there in time. That hanyou boy kept moving even after we hit him three more times across the head.”

 

“Yeah well, we got the girl and that's all that matters.”

 

Kagome's head was hot. She couldn't open her eyes but she could listen everything that was going on. It felt like there were quite a few people in the room. Not only was she burning up on the inside but also on the outside. She could have had a fever but she didn't know. She tried to move but couldn't feel anything and it felt like there was cotton in her mouth when she tried to talk. The voice she heard next though had her stopping any attempts of moving.

 

“My baby! What have you done with her? I asked you not to hurt her!”

 

“Well, that little bitch of yours put up quite a fucking fight…Miss.” She could hear the sneer in his voice and felt the familiar feelings of wanting to protect her mother rise up in her. Except that in the state she was in she could do even less than before.

 

“Look, the deal was that you kill my husband and get her a concealing charm so where is it?” Even as she spoke Kagome could feel a cold dread start in her heart. Everyone in the room grew silent and a darkness that she could see even through her semi-unconsciousness filled the room.

 

“I'm going to do the honors of that.”

 

“I-I don't th-think…Um, c-could I do it?”

 

“No.” And with that one syllable word she knew her mother would not speak of it again. It wrapped around her numb body and bound her even though it was not directed to her. She felt a cold breathe upon her then, but she could not see or feel who or what it was and it disturbed her very soul. Then, she experienced the most excruciating pain she had never even thought possible.

 

The screams from the young hanyou girl echoed throughout the young room, even as stuffy as it was. Her eyes opened blood red, but everyone in the room could tell that she could not see anything but her own pain. Her tears were of blood and the smile on the man's face only added to this atrocity.

 

“Stop! Stop! You said it wouldn't hurt…you said it wouldn't hurt at all! Please!” The mother's pleas were drowned out by the screaming and the man only smirked as made a signal with his hand so small that no one noticed it but the person it was intended for. A slap was heard and her mother's screams were silenced immediately. “Thank you,” came the cold voice again.

 

After what seemed like days but were truly minutes Kagome stopped screaming and seemed to faint, all her muscles relaxing her and turning her into a heap of flesh and bone before everyone. Her mother was on her knees on the floor by her daughter's “bed” holding a hand to her now purplish cheek. The bracelet that had been put on Kagome was now burned into her skin, making the skin around it blistered and cracked. She wondered if it would ever heal but didn't dare touch it right now.

 

As the cold voice rang out in the room again followed by jeers from the people in the room she burst into tears and voiced, “What have I done?”