InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare's Memories ❯ Protection ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: T_T I didn't get Inu-Yasha for Christmas! ::sobs::

~Inu-Yasha: -_-; Oh, stop your whining.

Maiden of the Moon: T_T I'd be happy if I just got a hug!

Inu-Yasha: Fine. I'll give you a hug if, during this chapter- - - ::whisper whisper whisper::

Maiden of the Moon: XD Okay, okay!

Inu-Yasha: All right then. ::opens arms::

Maiden of the Moon: ^_^_^_^_^ ::flying glomp and begins kissing him::~

Author's Note: ^_^ Heyo!

Here I am, writing Nightmare's Memories on Christmas. . . ^_^;;; Well, I hope you don't mind. My Christmas has been great so far- lotsa cool stuff, including a spiffy Kagome T-shirt! XD (And some hip hugger jeans from my Grandma. . . XD It was funny to watch my mother go ballistic. ^_~) Now my brothers are playing some new games and my parents are having a Star Trek Film Festival. ^_^;;; Yup- thaaaaaat's my family!

One: Why is Onigumo a character? Isn't he part of Naraku?

Yes, that's true- but I needed another character and he was. . . well, the most freak-like. Though I suppose I could have used Kikyo. . . ::shrugs:: Ah well. If I had, I might have needed to do some Inu/Kik moments. >< THAT would have been gross.

Two: ~So had Naraku known from the start that there would be someone on the train to stop her nightmares? Did he know it would be Inu Yasha? How long has his plan been in development, what does he hope to accomplish? And, above all things, why is it that he chooses who he does to take on the train? Why did he take Kagome? How did he know she would come? Has someone ever not come before?~

Woah, Anandria-san! So curious! ^_~

Well, let's see. Naraku did not know there would be someone to quell Kag's nightmares, nor did he think it would be Inu-Yasha. You will learn more about Naraku and his motives this chapter. As for the last bit, you have to look at all the dreams and Kagome's entrance and find the connection between them. Inu and Kag have discussed this before- Everyone (apart from Shippo) WANTED to find the Freak Show (for various reasons). Because of that, they're all trapped there- bound there. Shippo technically could (have) escape(d) if he wanted or had the chance, but he (was) just a little boy! He (was) too frightened to try. As for whether or not there's been anyone not to come- that's irrelevant (for now. Who knows? Maybe I could use that as a sequel, ne? ^_~)

Well, I think that cleans up the questions for the next few chapters. . . ^.~ ::laughs::.

So here we go! ^_^

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Why do people even try to depend on one another?

It's so very pointless. . .

Humans are backstabbers by nature- thriving on the pain of others- always passing the blame.

To even think of receiving protection from another is ludicrous- the only person that anyone really cares for is themselves.

The saying is all too true:

`In life, it's every man for himself'.

Perhaps, even in death.

Or rebirth.

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Nightmare's Memories

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~Chapter Eleven: Protection~

~A little boy with dark hair giggled softly as he watched his pet tarantula. Lovingly patting the spider on the back, he carefully tried to feed it a fly he had found on the window ledge.

"Is that yummy, Amy?" he whispered to the arachnid, laughing softly as the creature began crawling up his arm; it's eyes shining with adoration for the boy.

Rolling from his position on his stomach to his back upon the green carpet of his small room, he stared up at the cracked ceiling as Amy laid down on his tummy, slowly falling asleep.

`What time is it?' the child thought, dark eyes scanning the little bedroom. Passing his old, worn out, mattress, his spider's cage, and his single toy, a train- a train that looked just like the one he was planning to travel the world in one day-, his gaze finally fell upon the last of his possessions- an ancient wall clock that was always an hour late.

. . .

At least it was punctual about it.

. . .

`It's 4.'

He had five minutes.

. . .

Only five?!

Feeling a rush of cold in the depths of his stomach, he carefully got to his feet; making sure to pick up Amy before doing so, not wanting to hurt her.

His only friend. . .

Gently setting the spider in her rusty home, his silently walked out of his room and into the rest of his small apartment, waiting- waiting with a feel of icy dread- for his father to come home from the bar.

*

"Look at that freak. . ."

"I bet he got that shiner from running into a wall!"

"He's so stupid. . ."

"*What* a freak."

The little boy walked through all these insults with a hung head, trying to hide his countless bandages and heavy limp as he made his way to class.

"He *is* a freak, isn't he?"

"Hey, freak!" one large, burly kid snickered as he tossed a can of soda between his hands.

The dark haired child didn't reply.

"Hey, freak! I'm talkin' to you!"

Still the little boy said nothing, instead choosing to walk into his classroom and read from his favorite library book-`Dark Magic of the Ages'.

*

~There were many popular spells back in the Middle Ages, but perhaps the most popular were the kind that could split a single soul into three separate entities. Some say this is what God did before becoming a deity- dividing himself up into the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost*. Normal mortals can also perform this sacred spell by reciting these words: "Ha- - - ~

"Mr. Kumo!" the teacher snapped, causing the dark eyed boy to snap to attention and the other students to snicker. "Pay attention! It's your turn to read your animal essay aloud!"

She peered at him from over her spectacles. "You *did* do your essay, correct?"

"Yes ma'am," the child nodded, slowly getting to his feet and slipping his book in his bag- but not before quickly reading the rest of the passage. Pulling out a sheet of paper from a beat-up folder, he began to read- careful to keep his violet, bruised face from view.

"Associated with nightmares in many cultures, spiders- - -"

"Are Kumo's perfect match!" one bully butt in, causing the rest of the class to roar with laughter.

. . .

The boy simply stood there, taking it, as he always did- though his hands were clenching his report so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to block out the tears that were threatening to slide down his battered face.

*

As soon as he closed the front door to the apartment, he knew he was in trouble.

He was late and sore, thanks to the ever-teasing bullies, and, as consequence, he had been unable to get home before his father.

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!" an angry male voice boomed as soon as the child entered the living room.

The boy winced slightly as he got a good look at his dad. That man disgusted him to no end. . .

He sat, drunken and surrounded by alcohol products, on the only chair- a dark green one that's stuffing had almost completely popped out. His brown hair was a mess, his beer belly jut out, and his right hand was messily pouring a bottle of Vodka down his throat. The child could acutely smell the drink- even from ten feet away.

Oh, how he wished it was more ten *miles* away!

"WELL?!" the elder male roared. "WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!"

Cowering slightly, the child tried to swallow the lump in his throat; hiding his fear.

"I was attacked by bullies on the way home."

"BAH!" the old man hiccuped, sloshing the contents of his bottle down his front; drenching himself and the floor around him. "Yooooou. . . You was just tryin' to get out of work! You're a stupid freak!"

He belched loudly, throwing the Vodka bottle at his son. With no time to move, the boy could only stand his ground and mask his pain as the hard glass connected with his face; shattering into pieces and cutting his flesh. As hot blood ran down his temples, the child bit the inside of his cheek; feeling ill as the strong smelling drink trickled down his face- burning his nose with its horrid smell.

"You need to be punished for all the shit you put me through, you ungrateful freak," the man hissed, snapping open a can of Brandy and smirking. "And I know JUST how to do it. . ."

Taking a large gulp from the can, he got to his feet, sidestepping his beloved alcohol. Wobbling slightly, he made his way towards his son. The boy tensed, waiting for the painful blows- - -

But they didn't come.

. . . ?

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked left and right- - -

And found his father walking towards his *room*.

The child stood there for a moment, confused, and then- - -

It all clicked.

"No. . ." he whispered, eyes widening. "No, father- don't! Please!"

Bolting after his elder, the boy burst into his bedroom to find the adult dumping the sleeping Amy out of her cage.

"STOP!" the boy screamed, cold horror gripping him as he ran forward. "PLEASE, NO- - - !"

But with a cackle and wide grin, the man brought his foot down.

CRUNCH.

The child's heart stopped with the sound.

No. . .

He. . .

He was alone again. . .

. . .

His mama was dead. . .

His Amy was dead. . .

He was alone. . .

. . .

She. . .

She was gone. . .

Falling to his knees before his father's foot, the dark haired child watched blankly as the elder male turned away with a hiccup.

"I want dinner in five minutes, damn it, so get your fucking ass in the kitchen."

The little boy did not reply as he returned his gaze to the remains of his only friend, his Amy. . .

She was gone. . .

Her body was flat and torn, her long legs still wriggling slightly as blood and bright green guts oozed through her hairy flesh. She was pushed deep in the carpeting, staining said carpet with an unwashable, dark mess.

She was gone. . .

"Amy. . ." he whispered, eyes still wide as his insides slowly changed from ice to nothingness.

She was gone. . .

His hands clenched the carpet.

She was gone. . .

"HEY! FREAK!" his father bellowed from the living room. "I WANT SOME DAMN FOOD NOW!"

She was gone. . .

He got to his feet.

She was gone. . .

He walked to the kitchen.

She was gone. . .

He grabbed the biggest knife from the drawer.

She was gone. . .

. . . And now his father was, too.

*

"Look, there goes the freak. . ."

"He does look like a freak, huh?"

"Hey, freak! Why're ya limpin'? Run into another door?"

They all laughed as the little boy walked through the halls, silent as usual, bandaged as usual (for scars didn't heal in a day)- - -

And angry, as usual.

But today, unlike the others- - -

His self control was gone.

"Hey, freak!" the bully called. "Freak! I'm talkin' to you!"

"You don't say," the child replied coldly. "And here I was surprised you even knew how to make coherent words pour from your fat lips."

. . . !

The laughter stopped.

. . .

The children all turned to look at the bully, who's face was suddenly a flaming red.

"What. . . What the hell did you say, freak?!"

"If you weren't paying attention," the boy spat, "I'm not going to bother repeating myself."

The burly male ground his teeth together, pounding a fist into his hand. "You're pushin' it thin, freak. . ."

"Bite me!" the child retorted as the group of students around him tightened, pressing closer than before.

"Ooooh, I'll do more than that. . ." the bully hissed, stepping up and grabbing the boy's collar. "I'll beat some sense into you, freak. An' I'm sure everyone will be happy to help me do so."

*

They left him in the darkness of the abandoned school yard, coughing up spicy blood and bits of his pathetic breakfast.

He was sure he was dying. . .

Ignoring the countless cuts on his arms, each gushing red liquid and searing with the promised pain of infection as rocks and gravel made there way inside, the child tried to crawl to the school door through the wind- - -

But eventually just gave up.

Collapsing against the cold ground as dark storm clouds rumbled, he lightly closed his eyes; their ever-echoing words repeating through his mind.

`Freak. . .

That's all they say I am. . .

A freak, all alone in this world. . .'

His hands clasped over countless sharp rocks on the ground, slicing his hands even more.

`But they'll see. . .

They'll ALL see. . .

I'm not the freak- they are. . .

I'll show them all. . .'

His eyes snapped open as a soft rain fell from the sky, splashing over his blood washed body.

`I'll get them all. . .'

And then, before he knew what was happening, he heard a voice utter a soft spell-

His voice.

"Hate and darkness fuel the night

As daylight thrives of truth and light

Divide my broken soul in three

To aid, to guide, to follow me."

So the pain began.

The ripping, burning feel of the very essence of his body being torn to pieces- like ripping flesh off one's bones.

Screaming into the howling wind, he slammed his head against the cement; a weak attempt to distract himself from the indescribable sensation.

He felt his skin blister and boil as his organs quivered. Red blood poured faster from his wounds, pooling into three large puddles as wispy beams of silvery light rushed from the boy's lips.

His eyes took in all of this with a stab of horror.

Fear.

That was all he knew as his flesh began to disintegrate, his bones becoming nothing but ash- the last of his cries dying.

But he was not gone.

No- he was far from gone.

As those flakes of bone and brushes of molten silver landed upon the blood, something happened.

The concoction began bubbling. . .

Swirling. . .

Quaking. . .

Until the maroon liquid slowly danced towards the sky, molding itself into the form of a human. . .

Into the boy- his long, dark tresses blocking his bare body from view; shielding his dark eyes.

He was reborn. . .

As vengeance.

Nothing but a shell full of dark memories and a thirst for revenge- the mere essence of what he had once been.

But the spell was not yet complete.

Then, from the puddle to his left, the same ribbon to redness formed a girl. . . A short little girl; her white hair drenched in blood as her dark eyes slowly fluttered open.

She said nothing; she simply stood, dissipate her naked body, clutching a mirror to her chest.

A drop of blood trickled down the looking glass's wet surface- sparking in an unseen light.

And so was birthed piece two of the boy's soul, representing his long held, silent, contained emotions.

Kanna.

The little girl stepped next to her master, silent as the grave- just as the boy had been during all his life.

Still, more was to come.

And more did come- - -

Something began happening to the pool of blood on the boy's right side.

It too began twisting and turning, shaping itself into the form of a female.

A dark haired female with identical dark orbs.

Holding an open fan over her chest, she narrowed her eyes at the boy before her; disliking him on the spot.

But that was expected.

For she was his outspoken anger, the hatred he had demonstrated when talking back to the bullies, when killing his father.

Kagura.

Now. . .

Now he was not alone.

Instead-

He was furious.

And he was ready-

He was so ready. . .

Yes. . .

Naraku was ready for revenge.~

Kagome's eyes snapped open as a scream rang through her ears.

Her scream.

No. . .

Not the nightmares. . . !

NO!

"Kagome!" Inu-Yasha roared over her cries as he scrambled to her side, gently shaking her. "Kagome, calm down!"

But she couldn't.

For some reason, she just couldn't cut off the sound of her voice- the horror inside- any of it.

She just wanted to die!

She just wanted to- - -

She just wanted. . .

Her eyes slowly glazed over, their stormy color darkening to a glistening maroon as her hand, twitching, reached up- reaching for the boy's neck.

`Just want to kill the nightmares. . .

To kill. . .'

!!

What the hell was she doing- - - ?!

"Kagome! Kagome, stop!" he whispered, amber orbs shimmering in worry- but he did nothing to halt her actions.

He trusted her. . . !

So she tried-

She tried to stop her approaching hand.

She tried. . .

She tried- - -

Tried so hard. . .

But his words just weren't reaching her!

His words just were not working any mor- - -

!!!!

Wh. . .

What. . . ?

She gasped softly as he pressed his lips to hers, finally and effectively cutting off her screams.

. . .

His words might not have worked but. . .

. . .

Her eyes slowly changed back to blue, closing as she felt her hand drop back to her side.

. . .

Yes. . .

This worked well. . .

*

Inu-Yasha hesitantly pulled away as they ran out of air; both gasping, chests heaving.

Kagome swallowed multiple times, stormy orbs opening and reflecting pure shock.

Wh. . .

"Wh. . . Why. . . ?" she questioned, breathing hard.

"Why what. . . ?" he asked softly, straddled over her stomach as he leaned forward on his hands, his face and her's a scant few inches apart.

. . .

"Why did you. . . kiss me. . . ?"

. . .

. . .

. . .

"I- - - I don't know. . . I. . . It was all I could think of to shut you up," he muttered, looking away.

The girl said nothing, simply lying there in shock.

. . .

"But I guess. . ." he continued softly a few moments later, "I guess it proves that. . . that. . . my words can't protect you anymore- I can't protect you anymore. . . Not after what I did. . . did to. . . to the others. . . I can't expect you to trust me with protection. . . "

He hung his head, a curtain of silver hair blocking his glistening eyes from view.

"Not when I can't even trust myself. . ."

Words could not describe how she felt right then- like something inside her very heart had shattered.

But. . .

At the same time. . .

His presence was still warming her. . .

But how- how could she feel icy and hot all at once?

Something about him. . .

. . .

She knew what she wanted- needed- to do.

"Inu-Yasha?" she whispered, licking her dry lips.

He glanced back. "Ye- - - ?"

But he was cut off as she kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she raked her hands through his hair; her nails digging into his skin and drawing droplets of blood. A trickle of the red liquid trailed down the hanyou's skin and landed on the girl's as the boy began to react to the embrace, pulling her close and tracing her body with his claws. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she began clawing at the rough cloth covering his back.

"Kagome," Inu moaned through the heated intertwining of limbs . "Why. . . ?"

"Because it feels right. . ." she murmured, holding his hand and carefully slicing her cheek with his claw, causing him to lower his face and trail his tongue over the wound.

The intoxicating taste of her blood excited him. . .

Yes. . .

"Yes," he replied just as quietly, "it does feel right. . ."

He growled sensually as he slipped a hand up the back of her shirt, causing her to arch into him.

"But Kagome. . ."

"I know you can't protected me," she interrupted, eyes wide and glittering with emotion, "and I understand. In this place. . .

It would be impossible.

But I'm not asking you to protect me. . ."

She swallowed, running a finger over a teardrop of blood that snaked its way down Inu-Yasha's temple.

"I'm just asking you to love me. . ."

He slowly leaned back down, pressing his lips roughly to her's; exploring the caverns of her mouth with his tongue as she managed to pull off the top of his haori- dragging her nails down his bare back and causing erotic red welts to appear. He mimicked the action, causing the female to groan, begging for more.

Pain had never felt so blissful to either. . .

When they slowly pulled apart for air he smiled at her, his canines flashing in the dim light.

"You don't need to ask. . ."

And those were the last of the coherent words the night.

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Woo!

~Inu-Yasha: XD XD XD Yea!

Kagome: ---O_O--- Inu-Yasha!

Inu-Yasha: ^_^_^_^_^_^_^ That was worth giving the authoress a hug.

Kagome: ---^_^;---~

^_~

Hope you enjoyed!

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Ja ne!

*That is in no way a real legend or spell. I completely made them up. ^_^;