InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Invert Massacre ❯ One-Shot

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer; Characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi
OOC ness. ): Neh neh. What do you expect from an alternate universe fic?

- Invert Massacre -

Two days, sixteen hours, and twenty minutes ago her life had utterly crumbled. It had been a passionate love rooted at her very childhood, one that was so strong, perpetually growing until it reached the sky. It scraped the silver linings off of fairy-tale clouds, sailing overhead in a perpetually blue sky without storm, whiter than the porcelain of her skin beneath his painfully sweet and very kissable lips. It was the sort of love they made films about. That was love shared between her and her once-cherished InuYasha.

Two days, sixteen hours, and twenty minutes ago she'd had the first bitter taste of rage and jealousy. That sky-high romance had slowly come down all around her, heaps of nothingness piled on the foundation that she struggled to keep in one piece; without it, there was no hope for them. It had never occurred to her that he'd want anyone else. Everything he'd ever expressed a need for was right there in her.

She could give him everything, nothing less.

So what did he want with Kagome Higurashi?

// His soft, white hands clenched her creamy thighs with a steel grip.
Pleated school skirt was bunched up around her narrow hips.
She leaned against the freshly painted wall as he explored the base, the arches, the elegant slope of her neck.//

It had been a typical, care-free day, drenched in sunshine and smiles. All she could think about was the dripping ice cream cone in her hand, the flattering clothes hugging her delicate frame - sure to draw a few starstruck glances, and the annoying slap of her sandals on the pavement.

Until she turned the corner.

Kagome Higurashi; student at her school. Youthful, pretty, ceaselessly optimistic. The last person she'd expect to have her arms wrapped around InuYasha's waste, kissing him, his hands in her hair. For a second all Kikyou could do was gape in awe and loathing and mixed emotions that made her heart heavy enough to sink. She might have fainted right then and there if she wasn't so completely shocked. So completely, totally shocked.
She ducked quickly against the sun-kissed wall of a hair salon, craning her neck to peer at them wide-eyed behind the wall. A barely audible hiss escaped her lips, which hung wide open at this point as envy settled sharply in the pit of her stomach. She was so wrapped around that envy's edge that it was hard to breath.

// Her arms hesitantly tugged upward at the folds of his shirt.
All he did was grin. A vicious, canine grin that sent chills up her spine.
She became very aware of the pressure of his bare chest against her blouse, nearly suffocated by thick intensity in the air. For a painfully long moment all they did was breath together.. //

Kagome giggled softly, pushing a disappointed-looking InuYasha away gently, a cherry tinge clear upon her burning cheeks. "Come on," She whispered, gaze cast downward, "Not on the sidewalk." He smiled and draped one arm over her shoulder, steering her in Kikyou's direction, talking about something with breathless excitement.

'What if they see me?' She thought in a mild state of panic, dark eyes darting quickly for any sign of an escape route. The hair salon beside her stuck out like a welcome, albeit sore thumb. As if all hell was at her heels, she dashed inside, vaguely hearing the surprised cries of customers and stylists alike as she sped past and locked herself in a vacant bathroom stall.

Inhale. Exhale. Nice and deep. Her shoulders quivered as she fought back waves of despair, somehow feeling like she hadn't escaped hell's burn after all.

// She'd removed herself from the wall, walking blindly until the backs of her knees collided with the edge of the bed, falling backwards with a stifled gasp.smiled as if to say, "you're in good hands". Skilled hands. Experienced hands. But not loving hands.//

She didn't know how long she was there, idly smoothing the wrinkles in her brand new skirt, tears mingled with the glitter on her cheekbones pouring down over the bridge of her nose and onto the white tile floor.

It must have been a long, long time. She didn't notice. Every second she saw Kagome's happy expression, her rosy face half-hidden by falls of raven hair, the violet eyes that warmly lingered over the young schoolgirl as though he really did love her. It was no use; hiding her tears with her hands or quickly brushing them away. She still cried. She still cared. She still hated .

A knock came swiftly and awkwardly. Did some one need to use this stall?

"Are you all right?" Came a worried feminine voice, a sliver of her pouting lips and chocolate locks to be seen through the crack in the small, white door.

"Yeah, yeah sure." Kikyou choked out in response, followed with a pitiful, quivering chuckle. "Just having a miniature heart attack."

The girl nodded. And left. She left her all alone. Kikyou didn't really mind, just went back to wallowing in self-pity; wondering. Wondering if the girl left her because she was ignorant, trusting, understanding, or just apathetic like the rest of her fast-falling world.
No part of her went unexplored. Every inch was caressed; from her obsidian tresses to her painted toes. With one last, satisfied sigh the fireworks and stars and supernovas exploding all at once faded out into blissful dark. She fell asleep in his arms, lithe frames intertwined on her soiled mattress.//

Going home that night she lay awake, brooding and plotting. She'd hurt InuYasha. She'd make him regret traipsing around with Kagome! Because he didn't hate her, she knew. He loved her. He loved her.. She was oxygen to him, new woman in his life or no. Kagome was secondary. He'd still ache if she left him. He had to.. Had to bleed, had to know, had to feel the way she felt but ten times worse.

Sweet thoughts of revenge died on her lips before she could utter them at all. The waking world fell away, and she spiraled into abyss and dream realms in which InuYasha was destined to suffer at her hand. Inevitable pain.
When she woke, heavy-lidded eyes of dark hue opened to a foreign world. Her, snuggled against a bare body not InuYasha's, streaks of pale sunlight falling through the thin curtains. Her lover was pale and lovely, one arm arched gracefully over his head, the other keeping its possessive hold on her. Admittedly, his beauty rivaled her own. Wispy locks darker than the darkest night, delicately shaped upper lip quirked in a slight sneer, full bottom lip bitten and bruised to a delicious velvet hue. Long lashes cast shadows upon his carefully chiseled cheeks. Her hips wrapped around his, she buried her face in the depression of his shoulder, breaths coming shallow as she prayed silently for him not to wake and depart.//

One month, eight hours, fifteen minutes, thirty-five seconds ago she received great news; in that bittersweet message was the thing that would set her free at last. InuYasha would know her pain. She'd seen less of him lately.. Maybe because he was still wrapped up in Kagome.

A dainty hand moved slowly, lovingly over her still-flat belly, in which nested the child of her ultimate revenge. She'd loved InuYasha since she was four years old. He was five. Now? Love had been somewhat ruined for her.

Revenge was so much more delicious in the end.

// Her 'lover' slept on. With a faint smile, and a manic gleam in her eye, she leaned forward, lips faintly brushing his ear as she whispered, "..thank you, Naraku." //

- end -