InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Madness ❯ Madness ( Chapter 1 )

Hi This story is about Inuyasha, Kagome, and Kikyo. This is some what from a book called THE MADNESS OF A SEDUCED WOMAN. I hope you like it. It is rated R for words and lemon.

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*Madness*

I sat down in front of the mirror and began pulling the long hairpins out of my hair. But I had seen her. I knew her. She was so good. She would wait patiently, sure Inuyasha would choose her in the end. If I knew about Kikyo, then Kikyo must know about me.

If someone pointed me out to her, she would tell herself she had nothing to fear because I was only another girl who roomed in the same house as Inuyasha; she would never believe that he would take an interest in me, a common girl, working out. I boarded out and sewed in a tailoring establishment; her father owned the Emporium. I conjured her up once more.

There she was, limp and plae in front of the spools of ribbon in the Emporium. She couldn't be more than eighteen, I thought, but her skirts already seemed dragged down by grimy little hands. Kikyo would ruin Inuyasha's life. Even if he wanted to see more of her, I had to stop him. He didn't deserve her. He didn't understand her. She would be better off dead than married to him. I was the one he had been born for.

My hair was loose. I told myself I had better hurry, because when Inuyasha finished eating, he was sure to come up here and see why I hadn't come down to dinner. I began taking off my clothes, folding each article neatly, as if I were packing things I never intended to wear again.

I picked up the neat pile of clothing and placed it on the chair near the stove. Then I put on my nightgown and sat down before the glass, brushing my hair. I pulled half of it forward so that it fell over one breast and my stomach.

I brushed the rest of it over my shoulder. Then I picked up my shawl, threw it over my shoulders, looked out into the hall, and seeing no one there, ran it's full length, and pushed at Inuyasha's door.

It was open. I went in and closed the door behind me. The marble iris stood peacefully on a low shelf. A few charcoal sketches were tacked to the walls. The room was neat. There was nothing out of place. It seemed empty, as if it were occupied by someone who had finished shedding one of the many skins she sloughed off every day.

My clothes lay around like so many forgotten selves. Every day I resolved to be neather, and every day I produced chaos. Something in me had no sympathy for order. I looked around Inuyasha's room and sighed. Order lived here. Order was important to him. The demon rat fur comforter was neatly smoothed out on the bed and the pillow was precisely in its center. I went up to the bed, took a deep breath, and turned the covering back.

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OK OK I did it I did one page of it. Tell me what you think of it so far. It will get much better and I will tell you half is from the book and half is out of me.