InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inevitable ❯ Laceration ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: It's simple, Inuyasha isn't mine.

 

Author's Note: So many big thanks going out to Wendy and her sacred red font, kudos for all your wonderful suggestions and reminders to keep me on track, beta snaps for Wendy!

 

And to any of those wondering or complaining, these chapters are supposed to be short.

 

Also, for future reference, yes, I am evil.

 

 

Inevitable

 

Chapter 6

Laceration

 

 

 

I had thought he had been going to kill me.

 

My neck practically snapped when he wrenched me from the ground, clutching me to his chest and growling deeply and threateningly in his throat, one hand still grasping my shirt as the claws of his left dug painfully into my hip.

 

I, for one, was too shocked and petrified to as much as squeak. I'd never seen him like this. Never. In all our years together, he'd never actually really hurt me…not on purpose.

 

When he slammed me into the ground, I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. My hand went to clutch at my throat as I struggled for air, but a sudden strong grip snatched it away, pinning it to the ground beside me.

 

Still gasping and choking, I met his scarlet gaze and cowered. With what still remained of the logical part of my mind, I managed to note the absence of the turquoise pupils, although it did not console me.

 

He had me pinned, his hands keeping my own pressed roughly to the ground, his knees bearing the rest of his weight down on my legs.

 

“In - Inuyasha…” I gasped out, pleading. The gods were really too cruel if they would let him do this to me, after everything we had been through together.

 

He did not reply, nor did he say anything for that matter, just snarled and raised one hand, claws extended.

 

“No!” I shrieked suddenly, thrashing and bringing up my freed hand to slap him across the face, trying desperately to free myself from his clutches.

 

“Yes!” he snarled as he grabbed my flailing arm, growling. The purple stripes were suddenly present on his cheeks, warning me of the rising demon half within him.

 

“Inuyasha, no! No, no, no, no, n - !”

 

My protests were silenced by his mouth kissing me brutally, his fangs next to ravaging me. I could taste the blood as it seeped into my mouth even as I struggled and squirmed beneath him.

 

It was a shock when he released me. I barely had time to gasp before one elongated claw tore through my T-shirt and bra, ripping them from my body, and this time it was his hand that stopped me when I attempted to scream.

 

I panted, my mind screaming for me to do something, anything, but when I saw him smirk evilly, his lips pulling back to put those gleaming fangs on display, and those turquoise slits slowly appearing amid those whites of red, my heart just about stopped in my chest.

 

“Yes,” he whispered loudly, leaning down to kiss me, his fangs biting again into my lips and scoring my tongue, and I tried to scream.

 

When he raised his head again, my blood was dripping from his mouth, and for a moment I couldn't think, couldn't speak, and then his hand was over my mouth again, pressing down hard.

 

`No,' I had thought, `no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!'

 

When he let his hand slide from my mouth, I had screamed it too.

 

“NO!”

 

A brief look of confusion crossed his features, and I had almost believed he was coming to his senses, but then that same evil smirk had slid across his lips, and I felt my next cry die on my lips.

 

“Yes,” he said again, my blood dribbling down his chin.

 

“Inuyasha…” I breathed, “no.”

 

He grasped the waistband of my pants.

 

My eyes widened, and my heart had thumped painfully inside my chest as if it were going to break the very walls of my ribcage.

 

“No,” I told him urgently, my chest heaving in panic. “No!”

 

I felt his claws scratch my thigh.

 

I shook my head frantically. “No - no, no, no - NO!”

 

His claws scratched me as he ripped the clothing from my legs. I screamed.

 

He'd shifted his weight off me briefly, discarding my ruined pants, leaning back on his heels, one hand still tightly gripping my wrist, and the other he used to roughly rid himself of his haori and under-kimono.

 

The tears arrived abruptly and they stung, and I clearly remember the horrifying sensation of nearly suffocating on my panic, fear, and the salty tears that trickled in my mouth with each sob.

 

Panic twisted in my gut and compressed my lungs. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth and balling my hands into indignant fists. And then I found it, deep inside myself, glowing and pulsing with my heart, and I felt its purifying calm trickle slowly through my panicked mind.

 

There it was, within my grasp, and I remembered then, then, that I was not helpless.

 

Opening my eyes, I tried to restore some semblance of normal to my choppy breathing. I shivered as I watched him growl, his lips pulling back in another evil snarl, his free hand reaching down to grasp my underwear as he began to lower himself. Screaming, I'd kicked him.

 

It was obvious he hadn't expected it. His red eyes bulged and locked with mine as he let go of my right wrist and snarled.

 

I flailed, striking out with my legs, thrashing and writhing, hoping that I'd hit him where it hurt, screaming all the while.

 

I recall him barking, grasping my flailing wrist and pinning it, kissing me and trying to lower his weight back onto my still kicking legs.

 

I screamed beneath his mouth, fighting back earnestly. Squeezing my eyes shut, I wrenched my wrist away from him and his claws scored my flesh painfully.

 

He broke away and snarled something incomprehensible, but the warning in it was unmistakable.

 

“NO!” I screamed one last time, and used all my strength to raise my knees and catch him in the gut. Ripping my wrist from his loosened grip and slamming my palm into his bare chest, I released it.

 

In retrospect, I remember seeing his eyes change. The moment had been so brief, so short, and I was so swamped by everything else that all my other emotions overrode the pithy moment, and it was hidden at the back of my mind where all those other little memories that I never think anything of dwell.

 

It was when the first shock of my power had sent a tremor through him, a ripple to precede the storm, and only for a millisecond did our eyes lock, but I saw his eyes turn amber, and I saw the recognition suddenly slam into them before the utter horror and shock manifested itself in their depths.

 

Then the light had exploded and both of us were nearly blinded by its brilliance.

 

I can vividly recollect the jolt that passed through me; still feel, if I try, all my tiny hairs standing on end as if electrified. My powers flowed through me with such unexpected strength that my entire body convulsed once before everything surged through the outlet of my palm.

 

If a lightning bolt had passed through me, I can't say it would have felt much different. It had shot from my palm, as would a bolt from the sky, bursting into life like a detonation. Silent thunder exploded in my ears and, for a brief second, everything went white.

 

When it had ended, my vision cleared momentarily to reveal his limp form lying motionless at the base of the well, but then everything went hazy again as I felt it absorb back into me, the purifying energy settling back inside of me, and my head fell back onto the ground, the strong taste of blood in my mouth.

 

Dazed and in shock, I waited for the spots that littered my sight to clear before blinking and slowly rolling to my knees, feeling as if I'd been scorched on the inside.

 

The grass was dead, and even the well was looking a little burnt.

 

I realized I was more than half naked, but frankly, I hadn't really cared.

 

Still stunned and waiting for clarity to return, I knelt there in dumb silence, too numb to feel the emotions that should have been running through me.

 

It had felt like eternity, but in my mind I know that it had taken only a few minutes for him to rouse.

 

He had looked nothing more than like a lost little boy at that moment, lost and terrified and quaking under the weight of it.

 

“Ka - Kagome?” he'd stuttered, gulping in short breaths of air, obviously struggling to breathe. “K - Kagome?”

 

I hadn't said one word. I'd just stared at him wordlessly and feeling irrevocably detached.

 

“Kagome?”

 

The pleading and fear in his voice almost made me speak, but I stayed silent. Crouched and motionless, I watched him as he attempted to crawl, pulling himself along the colourless grass like a shedding snake, as if he were trying to wriggle from a restraining skin.

 

Halfway between me and the well, panting heavily and trembling with weakness, he pushed himself to his knees, the veins on his neck large cords as he strained, everything unusually visible on his features.

 

“Kagome - Kagome - Kagome!” he croaked, his scream sounding strangely hoarse, as I stood, regardless of my unclothed state.

 

Feeling was coming back, but it wasn't pleasant. There was blood in my mouth and on my lips, and I had to spit, almost choking - coughing instead.

 

Emotions had yet to fully return to me, but I vaguely recognized anger, seething betrayal, and the contorting of fear in my gut.

 

I turned…and ran.

 

“Kagome…! Kago -”

 

“Osuwari!” I yelled, tears filling my vision as I dashed into the forest, stumbling, the branches and bramble scraping my bare skin. I didn't care.

 

“Kagome -”

 

“Osuwari!” I shrieked, “Osuwari! Osuwari, osuwari, OSUWARI!”

 

Choking on my sobs, I had fled. My naked flesh was soon dirty and bleeding as I ran heedlessly and oblivious through the tangled growth of forest. My hands were soon raw and red from clawing away the branches that blocked my flight. My face was scratched and my hair tangled. I didn't care.

 

I don't know how I had ended up at the river; I just had.

 

I hadn't really even realized it until the shocking cold of the water sent goose bumps along my skin, the icy water splashing my thighs as I stumbled in, nearly falling.

 

Shivering, I tripped on the rocky bed and went under. The cold water filled my nose and mouth as it unconsciously fell open, nearly drowning me when I swallowed. Sputtering and coughing, I gasped when I broke the surface, spewing out the water from my throat, still tasting my bitter blood.

 

Almost in a drunken haze, I staggered, blinking dazedly at the teardrops in my eyes.

 

I bit my lip, tasting the saltiness of a warm tear that had trickled from my eye, and my coppery blood.

 

“Oh…” I whimpered, shuddering once and coughing. Wrapping chilled arms around my bare breasts, I took unsteady steps upstream, against the current, wading slowly, my teeth chattering.

 

My legs and feet numb from the cold water, I had stumbled along the bank, slipping occasionally on the loose stones of the riverbed, my numb fingers grasping the grassy bank to keep me above water.

 

Uncaring of my near naked state, I had waded on, eventually crawling upon the dry bank, the tears still warm on my cold skin.

 

Digging my fingers into the dirt, I had sobbed while I had pushed myself to hands and knees, raising my head and looking through wet bangs that had plastered across my forehead, and sniffling, I felt the mucus run from my nose, mixing with my tears and gathering to fall from my chin.

 

At first, I hadn't even seen it, but when my eyes spotted it, my sniffles had stopped and my shivering body suddenly stilled.

 

It had taken only a moment for the reality of what I had been seeing to sink in. Then, gasping painfully, I'd covered my mouth with one hand and had scrambled to the bushes where I'd nearly collapsed, then had begun to vomit violently.