InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Le Carillon Tôt D'Oiseau ❯ The Early Bird Chime ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Fuyumiko 
Memories leave early bird scars. [KikyoxKagome] One-shot Lemon. Warning: Rape
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Memories leave early bird scars. [KikyoxKagome] One-shot Lemon. Warning: Rape
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.05.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
A/N: Yes. I am at it again.
This is a typical Kikyo/Kagome fic (Yes… typical… >.<). Please excuse any grammar and/or spelling mishaps (to think I have no life and yet have no time…), I am my own ‘corrector’ and suck at the job.
Thank you to others who have read and reviewed my other fics (hopefully you enjoyed them), and if you plan on reading this one, I’m glad you are doing so. Pocky to you! (And the uninformative reader who thinks I either write crap or enjoyed it- but is too lazy to review).
Disclaimer: All characters of InuYasha belong to Rumiko Takahashi and current respectful owners. Any relative occurrences in this fic are not relative, but are coincidental.
Warning: This fic contains Yuri (I obviously seem like I don’t write anything else), which means a Female/Female pairing. Along with this warning includes that this fic contains rape. If you are uncomfortable with this you are allowed to leave (I haven’t cursed the fic…), if you don’t know what ‘rape’ is; my God you poor sheltered vulnerable thing turn back now!
Le Carillon Tôt D'Oiseau
- Arashi, Fuyumiko
October 5, 2004
She was dead and alive.
That was what she was.
Not either or the other.
It had started raining not long ago, causing it to create that time between fresh and dirty to truly come out. The autumn was coming in late; the trees had yet to begin their colorful dance in the seven winds.
The tall grass parted with every step and movement of her red hakama clad legs, no imprint of her feet being made in the moistening mud. It was like she wasn’t there and in a sense she wasn’t. Her heart that did no longer beat would always ache.
‘InuYasha,’ the wind slowly sang out, causing her long ebony hair to be carried on its gentle glides. Her shindama-chuu flying out to get her more souls. The blue lights of her carried dead souls, hollow and unmoving in the atmosphere of dusk.
What would it had been like if he was here with her… would she also come?
Kikyo heard a wearied sigh escape her lips. It had been a long time since she allowed her self to do so. She did not wish to become tired of the world so quickly. For it would not bid her well to harbor such thoughts.
She stopped walking. Reaching out, her arm coming up to allow a single white hand to touch the outer top of the cave; it was cold and rough underneath her finger tips.
‘It was here,’ her sorrow filling her once again, ‘that Naraku came to be,’
Why had she even come? To do what? See InuYasha? ‘No,’ she thought, ‘I came because,’
How long had it been since she did see him? Now days he seemed so preoccupied with her reincarnation.
‘Kagome,’ she thought somberly, the name ringing sweetly in her head. Her hand slowly coming down to touch the place on her chest where a heart beat would’ve been found if only…
‘I weren’t dead,’
When was it last time she had seen the girl; not long enough to have the season pass that was for sure. Not long enough to remember the warmth of her hands parting away the fold of her hakui to purify the miasma, nor to rid the dull pain in her heart.
A rustle in the bushes startled Kikyo. Her senses picking up, to have let her guard down, only to be lost in her own thoughts. It was foolish.
Setting her eyes into a glare, she looked to see the intrusion.
A familiar dark haired girl was who she set her eyes on. Stumbling slightly she made her way toward Kikyo; she wore her usual odd attire from the other world.
Kikyo opened her mouth to seize an exclamation, only to have Kagome fall into her. Kikyo quickly held onto her, arms wrapping around the fiercely shivering girl. It was then Kikyo realized how flushed she look. Perhaps she had a fever? Kikyo gently urged her into the cave, laying her on the outgrown grass to slip off her hakui, only to lay it down where Onigumo once lay. She laid the young girl there.
She set her bow down. ‘What am I doing?’ to help an enemy… hadn’t she done so before; creating the cause of her demise and others. She felt her nipples tighten in the cold, the result of not binding her breasts that day. Her hand curled into tight fists, nails biting into clay flesh, hot rage (rage?) seeping into her lower belly as she looked at the girl.
Kagome was soaked and shivering. Face flushed and momentarily warm, the rest of her skin cold almost clammy.
‘Iie,’ Kikyo thought, this was different. Onigumo wasn’t this innocent, nor well. Her hand softly cupped Kagome’s cheek, smoothness of the warm skin delightful to touch.
‘You took him away,’ the thoughts came slowly, quietly, like the lazy water in the brook. Every feeling she felt was calm. Why calm? Shouldn’t she be angry, upset at this girl who took away the only one she thought worth living for? Or was it because of those same thoughts that were always in her head since that day.
Since when? A voice not soft or rough whispered in the back of her mind.
Kikyo’s heart pounded. Her eyes still lowered on Kagome’s weak form.
“I should hate you,” She said, voice almost melancholy. She recovered herself from that.
“So I will,” She could hate her voluntarily, it didn’t matter. InuYasha wouldn’t, no couldn’t stop her from this small form of vengeance.
Is it really? The voice was back, it was not of her own thoughts.
Her hands moved on their own.
Taking an arrow from her quiver besides her, she plunged it above Kagome’s head, deep and restricting in the dark earth. The girl looked at her with frightened sapphire eyes. In frantic hurried, yet extremely accurate movements Kikyo untied the red bow from Kagome’s school uniform, using it to bound Kagome wrists tightly to the arrow. Kagome wriggled slightly. The arrow held.
Kikyo felt soft flesh beneath her hands, it was then she noticed her hands had moved yet again, trailing under Kagome’s shirt. She felt every movement, the trembling of her body, the racing heart beat. And she loved it. Attentively, her hands cupped each one of Kagome’s breasts. A strangled moan, issued from her throat.
Kikyo leaned forward to nip her neck, hands starting squeeze at the soft mounds. Hesitantly she left her breasts, only to let one hand retrieve another arrow, while other held the shirt. With clean swipes, Kikyo cut the shirt from her body. Holding her breath momentarily, Kikyo drank in the sight of her.
Still flushed, she was panting; her skin had a rosy tint to it that wasn’t from the fever. With dark eyes she looked into Kagome’s eyes as well. Pleading was there; a plead for something.
She ignored it.
She kissed her. It wasn’t soft at all either. It was harsh and punishing, teeth and a forceful tongue. ‘This is what you get,’ Kikyo thought harshly, drinking in the sweetness of Kagome’s mouth, her tongue against Kagome’s making her move with her.
Crushing herself against her, Kikyo allowed one hand to grip the nape of the girl’s head in place with her own, the other hand reaching downward.
Kikyo pulled back to let Kagome have some air. She could feel her tremble beneath her.
“Nande?” Kagome whispered softly, eyes shimmering.
Kikyo responded by sliding down her body and parting her legs. The texture of her skin too soft, Kikyo slid both shoe and sock from Kagome, allowing Kagome to feel the chill of freelance wind on her ankles.
Kagome swiftly tried to close her legs, but Kikyo just about rushed in. A dark predator of the newly born night. She slipped her panties off, tossing them to the side carelessly. cautious and almost fearfully, Kikyo let the fingers of her right hand touch Kagome gently.
Kagome let out a soft moan. Shaking again; Kikyo slid two fingers in. Her eyes bright with curiosity she forgot she had. The girl was hot, and wet there. The patch of hair dark and curly above it tickled the palm of her hand slightly. Moving carefully as if Kikyo thought to break her, she started to pace her fingers in and out of her. Kagome’s hips jerked with each flick of her fingers, rising and falling like the ocean’s waves.
Kikyo felt herself fall in love with each small gasp and strangled noise Kagome made, the desperate movements of her body, it was too much for Kikyo. She felt herself get hot, the familiar ache she only had had when InuYasha was with her came again.
‘Why indeed,’ she thought, a small gasp escaping her at the feel of Kagome tightening around her fingers, thumb brushing her clit with each passing..
Positioning herself behind her, Kikyo made it so Kagome had to twist herself to the side and lean heavily on her. Kikyo brought her hand out of her reincarnate, only to bring the sticky coated fingers to her mouth. She sucked off the juices, cleaning her fingers. She allowed Kagome to watch, both their skin sweaty.
Kikyo smiled slightly, enjoying the feel of her unbound breasts against Kagome’s back. It was odd, Kikyo didn’t bind her breasts today and neither did Kagome. Perhaps in Kagome’s time there was no need?
She left those thoughts for later, tonight was different. She rose, Kagome now leaning against her ankles, only to rid herself of the rest of her attire. Groaning low in her throat, Kikyo slid the rough fabric off. Leaving her bare to Kagome’s eyes.
“Kikyo-“ Kagome started to say, her voice soft and musical to Kikyo’s ears.
Kikyo bent forward and put her pointer finger to the hushed girls pink lips. She lowered herself back downward with a feeling of rising excitement in her chest and in between her legs. Sitting on her knees, Kikyo guided the younger miko’s face to her folds, shuddering when the girl started to lick her of the dripping moisture.
“You like that bitch?” Kikyo murmured, her hands buried in Kagome’s raven mane.
Silk. That was what her fingers though it felt. The long locks of her reincarnate’s hair; the texture would make any Hime jealous. Threading her fingers through it, she held Kagome’s head in place, rejoicing in the feel of her exploring tongue as it seeped into her being.
Rhythmically she moved her hips with the movement of Kagome’s mouth, allowing the girl to take her climax as it came. She moaned loud and satisfied. Moving with her usual grace, Kikyo laid down beside the girl, who was shuddering besides her. Languidly, Kikyo ran her hand slowly up the trembling girl, while her body curled into her curved back.
Enveloping her arms around Kagome’s head she pressed the girl’s head to her chest. The empty ache and feeling of fulfillment entering her being.
‘How?’ Kikyo thought frustrated, hand wiping away the fresh tears sliding down Kagome’s face. The young miko’s body still flushing warm against her own. ‘What purpose did my actions just serve?’
A wave of melancholy once again washed through her, ‘Iie,!’ she thought fiercely, tightening her grip on Kagome ‘I shall not feel any remorse for this…for this…’
Kikyo swiftly reached over, mouth desperately covering Kagome’s, searching for something; her hand once again at Kagome’s folds. Her strength overpowering Kagome’s, her soul binding her to her. The girl moaned, arms pushing away in fear.
‘If I could only loose myself again,’ Kikyo pushed her fingers in once again, Kagome’s cries renewed in her ears, she pulled back, only to lean over and bite the lobe of the schoolgirl’s ear. Hot and too alive, sobs in between the pleasure filled moans that fillet the cave of Onigumo.
‘Onigumo?’ the feel of warm tears on her cooling flesh was real. The sleekness she felt between her thighs and Kagome’s was real. The alternate nonexistent beating of her own heart was real. And so was the desperate need to love as well.
Aggravated with herself she pulled back.
She was beautiful, her face had a halo of tumbling tumbled hair, creamy flushed pink skin, swollen lips, breath panting out and soft breasts with the nipples twisted into small dark peaks, she had long elegant legs, and the gentle curve of her body pleasing to the eye. But her eyes.
Deep pools of sapphire sorrowful and different.
No not Different…
Broken.
Anguish was all she felt now.
Weeping herself, she cradled Kagome against her.
She had set out what she had wanted to do. This delicate, innocent, pure creature that was what was left of her hope…
…was broken.
“Gomen ne,” she whispered into Kagome’s hair.
‘For I have broken you,’
The tears came; in such a tainted place.
‘And I…I am broken too,’
There was only dark night.
This is a typical Kikyo/Kagome fic (Yes… typical… >.<). Please excuse any grammar and/or spelling mishaps (to think I have no life and yet have no time…), I am my own ‘corrector’ and suck at the job.
Thank you to others who have read and reviewed my other fics (hopefully you enjoyed them), and if you plan on reading this one, I’m glad you are doing so. Pocky to you! (And the uninformative reader who thinks I either write crap or enjoyed it- but is too lazy to review).
Disclaimer: All characters of InuYasha belong to Rumiko Takahashi and current respectful owners. Any relative occurrences in this fic are not relative, but are coincidental.
Warning: This fic contains Yuri (I obviously seem like I don’t write anything else), which means a Female/Female pairing. Along with this warning includes that this fic contains rape. If you are uncomfortable with this you are allowed to leave (I haven’t cursed the fic…), if you don’t know what ‘rape’ is; my God you poor sheltered vulnerable thing turn back now!
Le Carillon Tôt D'Oiseau
- Arashi, Fuyumiko
October 5, 2004
She was dead and alive.
That was what she was.
Not either or the other.
It had started raining not long ago, causing it to create that time between fresh and dirty to truly come out. The autumn was coming in late; the trees had yet to begin their colorful dance in the seven winds.
The tall grass parted with every step and movement of her red hakama clad legs, no imprint of her feet being made in the moistening mud. It was like she wasn’t there and in a sense she wasn’t. Her heart that did no longer beat would always ache.
‘InuYasha,’ the wind slowly sang out, causing her long ebony hair to be carried on its gentle glides. Her shindama-chuu flying out to get her more souls. The blue lights of her carried dead souls, hollow and unmoving in the atmosphere of dusk.
What would it had been like if he was here with her… would she also come?
Kikyo heard a wearied sigh escape her lips. It had been a long time since she allowed her self to do so. She did not wish to become tired of the world so quickly. For it would not bid her well to harbor such thoughts.
She stopped walking. Reaching out, her arm coming up to allow a single white hand to touch the outer top of the cave; it was cold and rough underneath her finger tips.
‘It was here,’ her sorrow filling her once again, ‘that Naraku came to be,’
Why had she even come? To do what? See InuYasha? ‘No,’ she thought, ‘I came because,’
How long had it been since she did see him? Now days he seemed so preoccupied with her reincarnation.
‘Kagome,’ she thought somberly, the name ringing sweetly in her head. Her hand slowly coming down to touch the place on her chest where a heart beat would’ve been found if only…
‘I weren’t dead,’
When was it last time she had seen the girl; not long enough to have the season pass that was for sure. Not long enough to remember the warmth of her hands parting away the fold of her hakui to purify the miasma, nor to rid the dull pain in her heart.
A rustle in the bushes startled Kikyo. Her senses picking up, to have let her guard down, only to be lost in her own thoughts. It was foolish.
Setting her eyes into a glare, she looked to see the intrusion.
A familiar dark haired girl was who she set her eyes on. Stumbling slightly she made her way toward Kikyo; she wore her usual odd attire from the other world.
Kikyo opened her mouth to seize an exclamation, only to have Kagome fall into her. Kikyo quickly held onto her, arms wrapping around the fiercely shivering girl. It was then Kikyo realized how flushed she look. Perhaps she had a fever? Kikyo gently urged her into the cave, laying her on the outgrown grass to slip off her hakui, only to lay it down where Onigumo once lay. She laid the young girl there.
She set her bow down. ‘What am I doing?’ to help an enemy… hadn’t she done so before; creating the cause of her demise and others. She felt her nipples tighten in the cold, the result of not binding her breasts that day. Her hand curled into tight fists, nails biting into clay flesh, hot rage (rage?) seeping into her lower belly as she looked at the girl.
Kagome was soaked and shivering. Face flushed and momentarily warm, the rest of her skin cold almost clammy.
‘Iie,’ Kikyo thought, this was different. Onigumo wasn’t this innocent, nor well. Her hand softly cupped Kagome’s cheek, smoothness of the warm skin delightful to touch.
‘You took him away,’ the thoughts came slowly, quietly, like the lazy water in the brook. Every feeling she felt was calm. Why calm? Shouldn’t she be angry, upset at this girl who took away the only one she thought worth living for? Or was it because of those same thoughts that were always in her head since that day.
Since when? A voice not soft or rough whispered in the back of her mind.
Kikyo’s heart pounded. Her eyes still lowered on Kagome’s weak form.
“I should hate you,” She said, voice almost melancholy. She recovered herself from that.
“So I will,” She could hate her voluntarily, it didn’t matter. InuYasha wouldn’t, no couldn’t stop her from this small form of vengeance.
Is it really? The voice was back, it was not of her own thoughts.
Her hands moved on their own.
Taking an arrow from her quiver besides her, she plunged it above Kagome’s head, deep and restricting in the dark earth. The girl looked at her with frightened sapphire eyes. In frantic hurried, yet extremely accurate movements Kikyo untied the red bow from Kagome’s school uniform, using it to bound Kagome wrists tightly to the arrow. Kagome wriggled slightly. The arrow held.
Kikyo felt soft flesh beneath her hands, it was then she noticed her hands had moved yet again, trailing under Kagome’s shirt. She felt every movement, the trembling of her body, the racing heart beat. And she loved it. Attentively, her hands cupped each one of Kagome’s breasts. A strangled moan, issued from her throat.
Kikyo leaned forward to nip her neck, hands starting squeeze at the soft mounds. Hesitantly she left her breasts, only to let one hand retrieve another arrow, while other held the shirt. With clean swipes, Kikyo cut the shirt from her body. Holding her breath momentarily, Kikyo drank in the sight of her.
Still flushed, she was panting; her skin had a rosy tint to it that wasn’t from the fever. With dark eyes she looked into Kagome’s eyes as well. Pleading was there; a plead for something.
She ignored it.
She kissed her. It wasn’t soft at all either. It was harsh and punishing, teeth and a forceful tongue. ‘This is what you get,’ Kikyo thought harshly, drinking in the sweetness of Kagome’s mouth, her tongue against Kagome’s making her move with her.
Crushing herself against her, Kikyo allowed one hand to grip the nape of the girl’s head in place with her own, the other hand reaching downward.
Kikyo pulled back to let Kagome have some air. She could feel her tremble beneath her.
“Nande?” Kagome whispered softly, eyes shimmering.
Kikyo responded by sliding down her body and parting her legs. The texture of her skin too soft, Kikyo slid both shoe and sock from Kagome, allowing Kagome to feel the chill of freelance wind on her ankles.
Kagome swiftly tried to close her legs, but Kikyo just about rushed in. A dark predator of the newly born night. She slipped her panties off, tossing them to the side carelessly. cautious and almost fearfully, Kikyo let the fingers of her right hand touch Kagome gently.
Kagome let out a soft moan. Shaking again; Kikyo slid two fingers in. Her eyes bright with curiosity she forgot she had. The girl was hot, and wet there. The patch of hair dark and curly above it tickled the palm of her hand slightly. Moving carefully as if Kikyo thought to break her, she started to pace her fingers in and out of her. Kagome’s hips jerked with each flick of her fingers, rising and falling like the ocean’s waves.
Kikyo felt herself fall in love with each small gasp and strangled noise Kagome made, the desperate movements of her body, it was too much for Kikyo. She felt herself get hot, the familiar ache she only had had when InuYasha was with her came again.
‘Why indeed,’ she thought, a small gasp escaping her at the feel of Kagome tightening around her fingers, thumb brushing her clit with each passing..
Positioning herself behind her, Kikyo made it so Kagome had to twist herself to the side and lean heavily on her. Kikyo brought her hand out of her reincarnate, only to bring the sticky coated fingers to her mouth. She sucked off the juices, cleaning her fingers. She allowed Kagome to watch, both their skin sweaty.
Kikyo smiled slightly, enjoying the feel of her unbound breasts against Kagome’s back. It was odd, Kikyo didn’t bind her breasts today and neither did Kagome. Perhaps in Kagome’s time there was no need?
She left those thoughts for later, tonight was different. She rose, Kagome now leaning against her ankles, only to rid herself of the rest of her attire. Groaning low in her throat, Kikyo slid the rough fabric off. Leaving her bare to Kagome’s eyes.
“Kikyo-“ Kagome started to say, her voice soft and musical to Kikyo’s ears.
Kikyo bent forward and put her pointer finger to the hushed girls pink lips. She lowered herself back downward with a feeling of rising excitement in her chest and in between her legs. Sitting on her knees, Kikyo guided the younger miko’s face to her folds, shuddering when the girl started to lick her of the dripping moisture.
“You like that bitch?” Kikyo murmured, her hands buried in Kagome’s raven mane.
Silk. That was what her fingers though it felt. The long locks of her reincarnate’s hair; the texture would make any Hime jealous. Threading her fingers through it, she held Kagome’s head in place, rejoicing in the feel of her exploring tongue as it seeped into her being.
Rhythmically she moved her hips with the movement of Kagome’s mouth, allowing the girl to take her climax as it came. She moaned loud and satisfied. Moving with her usual grace, Kikyo laid down beside the girl, who was shuddering besides her. Languidly, Kikyo ran her hand slowly up the trembling girl, while her body curled into her curved back.
Enveloping her arms around Kagome’s head she pressed the girl’s head to her chest. The empty ache and feeling of fulfillment entering her being.
‘How?’ Kikyo thought frustrated, hand wiping away the fresh tears sliding down Kagome’s face. The young miko’s body still flushing warm against her own. ‘What purpose did my actions just serve?’
A wave of melancholy once again washed through her, ‘Iie,!’ she thought fiercely, tightening her grip on Kagome ‘I shall not feel any remorse for this…for this…’
Kikyo swiftly reached over, mouth desperately covering Kagome’s, searching for something; her hand once again at Kagome’s folds. Her strength overpowering Kagome’s, her soul binding her to her. The girl moaned, arms pushing away in fear.
‘If I could only loose myself again,’ Kikyo pushed her fingers in once again, Kagome’s cries renewed in her ears, she pulled back, only to lean over and bite the lobe of the schoolgirl’s ear. Hot and too alive, sobs in between the pleasure filled moans that fillet the cave of Onigumo.
‘Onigumo?’ the feel of warm tears on her cooling flesh was real. The sleekness she felt between her thighs and Kagome’s was real. The alternate nonexistent beating of her own heart was real. And so was the desperate need to love as well.
Aggravated with herself she pulled back.
She was beautiful, her face had a halo of tumbling tumbled hair, creamy flushed pink skin, swollen lips, breath panting out and soft breasts with the nipples twisted into small dark peaks, she had long elegant legs, and the gentle curve of her body pleasing to the eye. But her eyes.
Deep pools of sapphire sorrowful and different.
No not Different…
Broken.
Anguish was all she felt now.
Weeping herself, she cradled Kagome against her.
She had set out what she had wanted to do. This delicate, innocent, pure creature that was what was left of her hope…
…was broken.
“Gomen ne,” she whispered into Kagome’s hair.
‘For I have broken you,’
The tears came; in such a tainted place.
‘And I…I am broken too,’
There was only dark night.