InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learning to Trust ❯ The Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

This chapter contains a graphic gang rape scene. Do not read if you don't like those situations or are underage.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha & co. I won't all fic, I'm pretty sure unless I magically switch bodies with Rumiko-sama.

 

“Come on! You're slowing us down, Yasha.” The inu youkai growled in reply and sped ahead of the other white haired youth. Their two companions laughed at the antics and teased Ginta for being the “slow one.”

 

“Hey, you smell that?” Ginta remarked.

 

Makoto and Hajime both stopped and sniffed. Inuyasha's lips curled back.

 

“Hanyou.” He snarled. “I thought we'd made it fucking clear what happens to one of them.” He took off after the scent, the other three young males following.

 

“Aww, shit.” Ginta growled. “We can't hurt a bitch, even if she is hanyou. I-“ he was cut off as Inuyasha snarled viciously and ran faster.

 

“No difference to me. Hanyou is hanyou. And this one is going to regret entering our territory.”

 

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Kagome crept quietly, trying not to disturb the plants as she focused on her prey.

 

I do have neko stealth, even if it is only half.

 

She had just placed her right foot down when the rabbit's ears perked and it disappeared into the brush, taking with it her first meal in days. She swore, and suddenly her ears twitched, and her eyes widened in fear. Her black neko ears pinned to her skull and she ran for what she was worth. She felt little bits of her worn kimono catch on branches, and thorns scratched her arms.

 

Some inu pack is after me. Shit shit shit shit.

 

She had just cleared the thick bramble when she ran head on into something large and solid. She bounced off and rolled to the ground. She took deep breaths, frantically trying to regain her wind. Meanwhile she opened her eyes and gasped, eyes widening and muscles freezing up at the man before her.

 

“Oi, Inuyasha, where-” Two more white haired inu youkai broke through the brush, and came upon the scene, the neko hanyou cowering at the feet of the enraged inu youkai.

 

“Makoto, Hajime, hold her down.” The hanyou gasped again and immediately scrambled to regain her feet and run. Unfortunately for her, Makoto and Hajime were faster. They had her by the arms and forced her upper body down, planting knees in her back. She kicked and squirmed, trying to shake them off, while keening in horror at the youkai who was loosening his hakama. He walked behind her, and Hajime held her head down, pressing her face into the dirt.

 

Inuyasha fisted the cloth of her kimono and pulled it off of her, ripping it and tearing holes in multiple places. She was crying now, he could smell her tears. He knelt behind her, watching her moving, naked ass. He grabbed her hips, digging his claws in and drawing blood. She cried out, and he swiped his claws on her back, creating five red marks where blood soon pooled.

 

He let his hard manhood out of the loosened hakama and pulled her ass into line. He could hear her begging, pleading, crying, but didn't care.

 

“Well, hanyou.” He snarled. She stopped the flow of words. “Should I take you up the proper place, or maybe fuck your ass?” He watched with sadistic pleasure as her claws dug into the dirt and left long scratch marks. She was shaking.

 

“How about, if I take you in the proper spot, you suck my dick and become my little dirty sex slave? Or, I take you up the ass and kill you later? Not that it'll be nice and quick.” He grinned cruelly. “I will make you regret ever crossing a youkai, hanyou.”

 

Noting her shaking rear right in front of him, he grabbed one cheek with his hand, gripping until he drew blood from puncture wounds.

 

He heard something that sounded like a mumble, and smirked. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked, bending her neck unnaturally. Her face was red, her eyes puffy and wide with fear, but she still repeated her answer.

 

“I-I want-want to live.” She choked. He released her hair solemnly.

 

“Your choice, hanyou.”

 

He took her, hard and fast. His claws ran along her hips and sides, leaving red scratches that oozed blood. He heard her cry out when he broke her virgin barrier, but didn't stop.

 

Panting and moaning, he knew his climax was coming, and decided to make her truly regret the day. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and her right shoulder, gouging it with his claws. He ignored her cry and yanked her head to the side by her hair, exposing her pale neck, which he wasted no time sinking his elongated fangs into. He felt her gasp and shudder, and released her, yanking her body off him and throwing her a good distance away.

 

She stayed where she fell. Her body was shivering, and she reached a shaking hand up to her neck, and brought her fingers down, covered in blood from his bite wound.

 

Very slowly she looked up at him, her features a mask of shock and pain.

 

She opened and closed her mouth, sucking in air and trying to rewet her lips.

 

“W-Why?”

 

Inuyasha just smirked. He turned to the other three youkai, and grinned wider.

 

“Who wants to play with the hanyou?”

 

Ginta whistled. “She's got a nice ass. Even with the holes. Can't you be nicer to such a work of art?”

 

Inuyasha chuckled darkly. “You want a piece? Even though you are slow, I think I'll let you have a go with my new slave's ass.”

 

Makoto was already kneeling by the fallen girl. Hajime grinned, and chortled. “Gone soft?”

 

Makoto leered. “I want to see how a good a cocksucker she is. Get up, hanyou.”

 

When she didn't respond he grabbed her by the hair and struck her. She lashed out with her claws, and in an instant all four males were on her. Some were hitting, some fucking her, and at one point a thick cock was thrust into her mouth and whoever it was began face fucking her so hard she threw up.

 

A little while later, the four youkai were cleaning up in the nearby river, ridding themselves of the scent of her blood and her vomit. The hanyou in question lay on the beachside, her torn kimono heaped at her side. She was unconscious, or close to it.

 

Inuyasha growled at the hanyou. “Dammit, you reek. You ain't going anywhere near me until you're clean.”

 

She gave no response. He walked up to her, still naked and dripping from his bath, and lifted her by the neck. Her eyes remained closed, though she did naturally try to get out of his grasp. He rolled his eyes and growled in frustration. He waded out again into the river, and proceeded to dunk her. She woke up on the first dunk, and inhaled water. She spluttered and choked, and inhaled more water as he rapidly swished her fighting body around. He lifted her clear, while she coughed and convulsed. As soon as she had a moderately better breathing pattern, he dropped her into the water again.

 

When she resurfaced, still coughing, he was on the bank pulling on clothes.

 

“Great,” he mumbled. “Now they've gone on without me, and I have to babysit you. Then again, to hell with it. Follow my scent. Enter the cave, it's your new residence. Don't get comfy though, piss me off and I'll kill you slowly and painfully.”

 

He took off without further ado, leaving the neko hanyou alone in the river. Kagome splashed a little bit, noticing that her injuries had stopped bleeding, for the most part. She crawled up onto the bank and collapsed in the soft grass, noting the rough scratching of her old kimono against her chest.

 

She cried. She cried until the sun was halfway down and the scent started to fade. This was when she picked herself up and dressed, somewhat relieved that none of the rips revealed anything. She began to follow the weak trail, following it to the inu pack, to the residence of her new mate.

 

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Her first night had been nothing special. He had pointed her in the direction of the kitchen. The first time he truly beat her was the morning after that, when she did not prepare breakfast the right way, and did not have it waiting when he arose. He usually wasn't there during the day. He'd just tell her to clean, or do tasks that were generally difficult and monotonous. Once he made her go out and find a tanuki, catch it, unharmed, and bring it back, with nothing. She had been so scratched up, and then he beat her when she arrived home after he did. The tanuki he gave to one of his many female courtiers. About half the time he'd come home with some beautiful, haughty inu youkai bitch and they would spend part of the evening being romantic, and the other part making love.

 

Not that he never fucked her. Any time, whenever he told her to get on her knees, he would fuck her, not caring if she was injured, or working. He never said anything afterward. Simply pulled out and left.

 

The mark had taken a week to heal, but it burned and itched whenever he brought some bitch home, and sometimes when she was doing random things, like getting water from the river. The mark was also the only scar she carried, all her other injuries faded into nothingness.

 

A few times she had seen the other three youkai, and once they'd had a three on one with her. The mark burned and hurt worse that any of the times he'd made love, and it was tacked on to oppressive feelings of guilt and shame.

 

She no longer met anyone's eyes. Many of the youkai pack would spit or strike her if she was near, so she would run and hide whenever anyone came near, and she would go to the river in the middle of the afternoon, during the worst heat, taking the long, thorn thick route to avoid anyone.

 

The worst thing was having no one call her by her name. The only person who spoke to her was Inuyasha, and at most he called her hanyou. She never had a reason to speak either. The inu youkai ignored her, and Inuyasha hit her if she spoke to him. It made her feel literally like a slave, a ghost of a person who lingered on.

 

She slept in a far corner of the cave he inhabited, literally in the storage area, where she could cover herself with a basket and cuddle herself for warmth, seeing as the cave cooled very quickly after nightfall.

 

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The hanyou girl stood ankle deep in water, reaching to dip her bucket into the water and fill it so she could prepare dinner for her “mate.” Right as she was about to bring up a full pail she experienced such a violent tremor that she dropped the bucket and spilled the water on herself. She reached down again to grab it, but paused, her ears twitching.

 

She abandoned the bucket and bolted for the bushes. When she was safely hidden she peeked out and sighed when she saw the group of young inu youkai girls bathing. She would have to wait for them to leave before she could retrieve her bucket and water.

 

“Look, look. Someone left their bucket here.” One of the girls yelled, and she splashed over and pulled it out of the water. Kagome's eyes widened and she cursed internally. Inuyasha would beat her for losing the bucket. Suddenly her eyes widened in surprise and had she not been lying down she would have fallen.

 

Why am I so weak? I've not eaten like this before, and hanyou don't get sick.

 

She contemplated her hands, watching them tremor and begin to glow softly. It wasn't perceptible to the girls in the river, but she could see the light radiating from her body.

 

She choked and gasped, then covered her mouth hurriedly. Thankfully the girls in the river didn't notice her startled noise. In horror, the hanyou looked down at her belly, which looked flat and normal as usual.

 

Oh my Kami-sama.

 

Tears began to flow down her cheeks. She saw the girls leaving, but she was too preoccupied to really notice.

 

Inuyasha is going to kill me. Starting with my womb.

 

She crawled out and curled up on the sand.

 

A new, stronger voice piped up in her head. Run away. He's with Ayame tonight, he won't notice you're gone till morning. More than enough time to get far away from him.

 

Where? I have no place to go. No place safe for a child.

 

If you don't go now, he will find out, and the child will die for sure.

 

She rose, and sprinted up the trail, not caring that she took the main trail and ignoring the curses than followed her passage. She ran straight to the kitchen, and pulled a cloth down from the ceiling, hurriedly spreading it and placing as much dried food as would fit into it. She tied the cloth firmly with a knot.

 

Haste would have to be her watchwork for the next few days. Get as far away as possible, mask the trail with water or rock. She ran back to the storage area and found a small basket. Taking one of the ropes, she tied the bundle of food into the basket. One of his water containers also lay out. She packed it.

 

Using some excess rope, she tied the basket to her back. It was heavy, and uncomfortable, but it would have to do.

 

As a last second thought, she ran to his room, and dug through one of the wooden chests. Her eyes lit up when she found a light blanket. It would serve her purposes well. She wrapped it around herself like a cape and hurried from his room.

 

For a second she turned back, and looked around the space she had lived for months. There had been no good memories of this place. So why did it feel so wrong to leave it?

 

The mark. She thought to herself. It wants me to stay with my mate.

 

She snorted. No mate would ever harm their koishii. I have no mate.

 

She couldn't stop herself from bidding a final farewell. She turned and exited, knowing and hoping she never saw the place again. Right as she hit the entryway, her sight wavered and she collapsed against the wall. She gasped and closed her eyes, willing the dizzy spell to pass.

 

As soon as she felt up to it she pulled herself to her feet and opened her eyes. Her heart nearly stopped.

 

There stood Inuyasha. His silver hair flowed down his back, juxtaposing against his red haori and the cool amber of his eyes. Never had he seemed so beautiful and deadly at the same time.

 

She pushed away from the wall, whimpering softly. One hand remained out, for balance, and the other she wrapped around her belly, in a vain effort to protect it. Looking past him, she could see the mountains and forest, her safe haven, now seeming completely out of reach.

 

She hardened her resolve and darted to the left. He didn't seem to register her movement until she was almost past him. He growled and snatched her literally out of the air. In a split second he had her secured firmly against his chest, and was dragging her inside.

 

She knew she was going to die. He had always threatened her with death for lesser things than thievery and escape. She bared her claws and tried to draw as much blood as possible. Unfortunately he had her in a position where she couldn't get at him. She tried though, and eventually he growled fiercely, and she stopped immediately, going limp in his arms. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over, soaking her cheeks.

 

“Hush,” he said. She hushed, though tears still spilled from her jaw line onto her chest and his arms.

 

He set her down, gently, which shocked her. It also gave her the courage to open her eyes and see where she was. She looked around his room with extreme curiosity, but before she got a chance to really explore she felt hands, his hands, tugging at her clothes.

 

Whining, she clung to them. The last thing she wanted was to be naked in front of him. He growled again, but she growled back. He got in her face and growled fiercer, which she echoed, though with less conviction. She didn't notice his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. His thumb ran over her mark, and she was suddenly limp and putty in his hands.

 

The cape, basket and kimono came off with a minimum of resistance. Inuyasha then tucked her under the blanket of the futon and arranged the pillows and mattress until she was as comfortable as he could make her. He went to all the wooden chests and dragged out the blankets, piling them next to her. When he had gone through all the chests he straightened the pile of linens and began to lay them on her. The first few were nice, making it warm, and soft. But soon it began to get hot and oppressively heavy. She didn't dare complain though, so he kept adding them.

 

She was unable to move when they were all on her, and whimpered softly. He blinked and knelt next to her, letting out a deep sigh. He reached out his hand, and she whimpered louder, trying to hide under the heavy load of linens. Her ears flattened and if her hands had been free she would have used them to protect the delicate appendages. His fingers latched onto the soft skin of her ear, and she began to keen in fear. He jerked back, as if burned.

 

Her eyes were scrunched closed, and she was edging as far under the blankets as possible. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized that he was gone. She was momentarily puzzled, but soon began working at getting out from under her prison. He had left the things he pulled off, and she could still get out.

 

Inwardly she realized that it should have been easy to get out. So why were the blankets so damn heavy all of the sudden?

 

Before she had made even marginal progress Inuyasha returned, bearing a plate of something. She sniffed and smelled meat. She shuffled uncomfortably, the smell making her vaguely sick. Many demons preferred meat, but she liked much lighter foods, and all she'd gotten while here were unattractive slabs of dripping meat. Head lowered in submission, she sighed, knowing she'd probably throw it up later.

 

Inuyasha settled next to her, setting down the tray and pulling back the covers. She cheeped and huddled down, trying to cover and protect her chest. Hearing shuffling sounds, she looked up to see Inuyasha settling against a wall and glaring at her, and at the plate of precut meat next to her. She shrunk back, away from his hard gaze. It was bad enough that he hit her, but why did he have to stare so?

 

“Inuyasha!” An unfamiliar male voice echoed through the room. Inuyasha growled and sighed.

 

“Eat it.” He grumbled, as he proceeded to yell a greeting to the person at the door.

 

She waited until she heard the soft mumble of their voices before sneaking to the window. Like hell she was eating it.

 

“If you don't want it can I have some?” Kagome jumped and spun, nearly dropping the meat to the ground.

 

A young inu youkai girl stood in the doorway. Her brown eyes showed friendliness, but also a hardened resolve.

 

She nodded, and quickly made her way to the youkai girl. She held out the plate without looking into her eyes. She felt the weight lift of her hands and was replaced by something heavier.

 

“I believe you lost this at the river. Why did you hide from us?” Kagome blushed horribly, and scuffed her toes. Bare toes. Kagome yelped and dove for a blanket that rested at the top of the stack to cover her nakedness. She was sure she was completely red, and didn't want to look at the other girl.

 

She apparently didn't notice the embarrassment on the hanyou's face.

 

“I'm Sango. What's your name?”

 

Kagome blinked and picked up the bucket she had dropped. Miraculously no water had spilled. She ignored Sango and carried the heavy bucket to the kitchen. Sango followed.

 

“I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me.” She said, her eyes twinkling. Kagome was so shocked by the friendly demeanor of the other girl that she let it slip.

 

“I'm Kagome.”

 

Sango smiled. “Kagome, why don't we get you something better than a blanket? Miroku'll get weird ideas if he sees you in just a blanket.” Kagome nodded dumbly and let Sango take the bucket, set it down and lead her back to Inuyasha's room. Kagome also watched dumbly as Sango went through Inuyasha's clothing.

 

“Here, this might do. Put it on, lets see how it works.”

 

Kagome actually had the blanket half off when she realized what she was about to do. She yanked the blanket back up over herself and shook her head rapidly. Sango frowned.

 

“Inuyasha would be angry.” Kagome whispered.

 

Sango's face showed puzzlement. “Why would he be angry you're clothed?”

 

“I'm not supposed to touch his things.”

 

Sango stared incredulously. “I thought mates shared most things.”

 

Kagome turned her head to the side. “He's not my mate.”

 

Cocking her head, Sango fixed her curious eyes on Kagome. Kagome chose to answer before Sango asked.

 

“He took me. That's why I'm pregnant. I am nothing to him.” It hurt so much to say. Before her mother died she would tell young Kagome about her future mate. The thing she remembered most clearly about those discussions was that her mate would never hurt her. A half smile graced Kagome's lips. Her mother also said her mate would love her ears and pet them all the time. Her sorrow came down on her full force; she had been terrified when Inuyasha touched her ear.

 

Sango watched Kagome's face go from complete sorrow and loneliness to a half smile, then back to sorrow. She could only imagine what was going through the other girl's head.

 

“Put it on anyways, you can change when he comes back. He'll never know.”

 

Kagome sighed but obeyed. The yukata was too long on her, but it was so much nicer that her old kimono.

 

“Wait for me Kagome-chan. I'll be right back.”

 

“Hai, Sango-sama.” Sango laughed and shook her head. “I feel old. Please be comfortable around me.”

 

“Gomen kudasai. Forgive me.” Sango frowned, but didn't comment.

 

Waiting until Sango left the room, Kagome crept towards the door and peeked out it. She gasped when she saw Sango standing right in front of Inuyasha and using some sort of pole to attempt to hit him, while he dodged and the other youkai tried to calm the situation.

 

Without thinking Kagome ran from the room and grabbed the pole Sango wielded before she used it to break Inuyasha's skull. Sango was so shocked by her sudden entrance that she let go.

 

Kagome held onto the pole and sighed in relief.

 

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Kagome flinched at the anger of his tone. She dropped the pole and backed away, softly whimpering.

 

“I'll take it off. I'm sorry.” She whispered.

 

Inuyasha advanced, but before he got to the youkai and Sango both punched him. He hit the ground, and attempted to get up but the youkai held him down.

 

Sango growled. “You're not going to stay with him Kagome-chan. He's an arrogant jack ass who can't properly care for anyone, let alone a pregnant woman who if he had any honor he would respect and honor as his mate.”

 

Sango latched onto Kagome and began dragging her towards the door.

 

“Miroku, wait until I've gotten her home before letting that bastard up.”

 

Inuyasha growled, and began fighting Miroku harder. “The hell you're taking her Sango. She's mine!”

 

“Not anymore. No one deserves what you've done to her. Why do you care if all she is to you is a slave?”

 

“Hanyou don't deserve any better. She's lucky I didn't kill her on the spot.”

 

Inuyasha shook Miroku off and leaped for the two women. Sango drew a sword that was belted to her waist and held it in front of her, at the ready. The confrontation was held off as Miroku picked up Kagome's dropped pole and connected it firmly with Inuyasha's head. Inuyasha snarled and turned to face Miroku. Sango took the opportunity to grab Kagome and run down the trail, dragging the hanyou girl, who appeared to be in shock.

 

Sango lead Kagome into the caves, deeper and deeper through tunnels. Finally they arrived at a large archway, where Sango paused and approached the youkai standing there.

 

“Sesshomaru, could you please tell me where your mother is?” Sango asked, her voice exceptionally polite.

 

Sesshomaru said nothing, but turned and looked to a passageway across the large cavern and to the left. Sango nodded and began running, Kagome in tow. Sesshomaru followed them.

 

“Why is it, Sango,” he stated, as though he merely were commenting on the weather, “that you have a hanyou bitch with you who smells of Inuyasha's pup?”

 

Sango didn't pause. “We have to protect her. Miroku can only hold Inuyasha so long, and Inuyasha will hurt her when he finds her.”

 

Sesshomaru didn't acknowledge that he heard, but silently took the lead.

 

Don't worry, it gets better. If you've read my other writings you know I make it better fairly quickly. I don't believe in character death either. This will end happy, I promise.- Akihana