InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Overwhelming Nausea ❯ But It Can Be Healed ( Chapter 2 )

Overwhelming Nausea

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Disclaimer: The hell.....? Is this really necessary?

Summary: Miroku isn't the carefree little monk everyone thought him to be...RAPE! (Sessh/Mir) Inu/Mir

Rating: R

Warnings: Rape, cutting, violence, lemon, possible OOC-ness, cursing, AU

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Chapter Two: But In Time It Can Be Healed

The curtain ruffled slightly as Inuyasha ushered Sango and Kouga, out of the room. Miroku was starting to stir, and this time the hanyou wanted to make sure he wasn't startled again. He watched as Miroku's eyes opened and blinked, rolling up and staring blankly at the ceiling. His face was glazed and his expression was akin to the dead. It looked like he was still in a bit of a shock. Inuyasha cleared his throat so that Miroku would acknowledge his presence. There wasn't a response. Nevertheless, the white-haired young man put on a sympathetic smile.

"Hey Miroku," He said softly, soothingly. Still, no response. Inuyasha decided to start questioning the young man gently. "Do you remember what happened?"

".....Not really," the monk replied, his voice quiet and childish.

"You had a nightmare. A bad one, from the way you were screaming."

Miroku grew silent for a while, apparently lost in thought. Inuyasha watched his expression, which stayed the same, but noticed his eyes started darting after a bit. He looked as if he was expecting something to jump out on him.

"Miroku?" Inuyasha asked, trying to get the younger one's attention again. "What was the dream about?" The dark-haired boy looked over at Inuyasha, studied him for a minute, then sat up. He ran a hasty hand through his slick hair and told himself to stay calm.

"Nothing," He replied, his tone and voice seemingly back to normal. "I don't even remember it now."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and sighed. "Liar," He accused, glad that his friend was starting to show signs of life again and had calmed down. "But I understand if you don't want to talk about it. But I have a question for you...about something you said..."

Fear leapt to Miroku's dark eyes, but quickly vanished before Inuyasha could tell. "Yeah?"

"You said `I hate you Sesshoumaru, I fucking hate you,' before you woke up. Miroku...what's that supposed to mean?" He saw the monk swallow nervously and grip a handful of his dark hair. Inuyasha knew what was coming.

"I don't know," Miroku lied, not yet ready to admit anything, especially to the white-haired hanyou. "I told you, I've already forgotten it. Musthavebeenonecrazydreamthough."

Inuyasha blinked, trying to decipher the last part as Miroku grinned coyly at him. "Yeah, okay," The older boy muttered. He knew his friend was lying to him, but he wasn't about to force the information out. It was obvious that the dark-haired boy didn't want to talk about the dream that had attacked his mind that night. "Well, as long as you're okay," Inuyasha said sincerely. "Guess I'll go now...goodnight Miroku." He walked over to the door way.

"Night, Inuyasha," Miroku replied, his voice laced with confusion. Inuyasha blinked, perplexed by the young monk's tone, and thought about going back. But one glance told him that Miroku had already settled back down into bed. Inuyasha shrugged and padded through the nighttime, back to his room.

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"Shit..." Miroku sighed noiselessly, gripping the edge of his blanket tightly. "Shit. Shit. Shit. I thought they'd gone away for good." He shuddered against his pillow, recalling the nightmare that had seemed so lifelike. It had been a few months since he'd last had it, in fact, the last time was right before he joined Inuyasha on his search for the Shikon Jewel. Since then, they had stopped plaguing him, and he finally saw sleep as a safe haven. But now they were back and he had to relive it all over again. `This is bullshit,' Miroku thought, still shaking underneath his blankets, as if taken by a nonexistent chill. `Why is this happening to me?'

He closed his eyes as tears started to slide down his cheeks. `I'm dirty,' his mind echoed, chanting, and repeated again and again. `I'm filthy, dirty, disgusting. I'm violated, broken, damaged goods. God, I hate this feeling...I hate myself.' The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. His chest began to ache and his head pounded.

Suddenly it felt like his skin was crawling, squirming up and down his body like spiders and insects. He frantically threw off his blanket and gasped, tearing the thin pajamas from his pale form. `Filthy. Disgusting. Filthy. Broken. Worthless. Whore.' "Stop it," he pleaded, trying to rake his fingers over his skin in a vain attempt to stop his flesh from crawling, to stop those disgusting feelings. His nails tore bloody strips from him, but he didn't feel their radiating pain. All he could sense was the violation, the growing realization that no one would ever want him with these insects infesting his body. "Stop it, please," he choked, sobbing and trembling with disgust. His hands continued to try to tear the skin off of him. His nails dug further into his flesh, drawing blood and injury. "Auuugh… FUCK!"

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Inuyasha sighed and kept his eyes trained to the ceiling. He knew something was up. Something Miroku had dreamed, whether it was just a nightmare or a memory of something terrible, distressed him horribly. He knew he'd been lied to and pushed away. And he didn't mind. `When Miroku's ready to talk,' he thought as he closed his eyes. I'll be there to listen.'

But what had the young monk meant when he said "Sesshoumaru"? Inuyasha knew that Miroku had hated his half brother with a vengeance, but the youkai was dead now. `This is so confusing.' Inuyasha turned onto his side and opened his hazel eyes again, gazing into the smooth wall at his side. `What could he have done to him? Abuse? Miroku sounded like he was being tortured in there… Maybe he was…' The hanyou shuddered hard at the thought. It was too hard to think about. He couldn't even consider the possibility that it had been sexual abuse. No way. Besides...Miroku was with us the whole time...right?' Before he could continue his thoughts, a scream shot through the wall joining his and Miroku's rooms.

"FUCK!"

The white-haired boy shot up and threw off his covers. He heard rapid footsteps racing down the hall, and a door slam. Inuyasha ran as fast as he could towards the bathroom, where the water was now heard from the makeshift shower. "Miroku?!" he yelled, beating his fists against the wooden door. "Miroku, open up! What's wrong?! Miroku!" He pressed his ear to the door and heard whimpers through the rush of water. He also picked up sniffles and a few pained moans. "Miroku, please let me in! Tell me what's wrong!"

"Stop it!" a shriek cut through the door. "PleasestopitohgodIjustwantittostop!" A short wail followed the rapid begging. Inuyasha's heart nearly stopped as he heard the sound of something hard hitting the floor of the shower, the impact's bang reverberating through the small bathroom. Then there was silence, except for the steady gush and splatter of the pounding water drops.

"Miroku! Oh god! Oh god! Shit!" Not completely using his head, Inuyasha started to throw his weight into the door. The sounds of the impacts echoed through the camp and rattled the rods, sending Sango and Kouga running frantically from their rooms.

"Oh my God! What's wrong?"

"Umm...Inuyasha?"

"Help me!" The white-haired hanyou yelled desperately as the door began to crack. "Miroku's...Agh! Something's wrong!" Sango pulled Inuyasha away from the door and Kouga stepped up. He swung a strong arm and instantly upon hitting it, the door shattered and flew off its dirty hinges. Inuyasha pushed the wolf youkai aside and skidded into the room, frantically yanking the shower curtain back. Then he choked and fell to his knees. Miroku was lying at the bottom of the tub, pink-tinted water swirling around his twitching body.

Sango stepped into the bathroom while Kouga stayed outside. The demon exterminator noted the steam on the mirror, and the drops of blood on the floor. Her flesh chilled just thinking about what might have happened.

Inuyasha hissed as he pulled Miroku's body from the tub. The water was scalding hot, and piercing his skin like needles. The dark haired boy's flesh was covered in red blotches and bloody scratches, from the water and, from the red and pink discolorations on his hands, Miroku's nails. There was also a rising bruise and a gash on the boy's forehead, apparently from slipping and falling against the hard surface. He was a wreck, and out cold, though his body continued to shake and convulse. My god… Inuyasha thought, watching his friend's body writhe on the chilly wooden floor. What the hell is going on?

Kouga observed Inuyasha stooped over Miroku's body, the hanyou's expression confused and terrified. He'd never seen Inuyasha look that way before. It disturbed him, almost as much as the monk's seizure-like trance did. He shuddered and looked away from the two young men.

Miroku started to cough, his slim, reddened arms wrapping around his knees in a fetal position. Slowly, the shaking stopped and his body began to relax. With one last, quiet sob, the monk drifted into what seemed like a peaceful sleep. Inuyasha's hand immediately found Miroku's pulse and counted the heartbeats as they pulsed through his body. Then he put a hand on the boy's chest. "Good, he's still breathing," the white-haired young man sighed. "I think it's over. Kouga, go get some bandages. Sango, go turn on the light in his room and get the bed ready. And bring a chair. I'm going to keep an eye on him tonight."

As both went off for their tasks, Inuyasha wrapped his arms around Miroku's frame. He stared into the lulled, peaceful face for a moment, his heart constricting with sympathy, but also with relief. The pale young man wasn't dead, that's what mattered. "Still," he whispered softly, hauling himself and the body of the prone boy up. "What the hell happened to you?"

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Miroku lay comfortably in his bed, sterile white bandages wrapped around the areas that wouldn't stop bleeding. He also had a large white bandage strip plastered to his forehead. Inuyasha sighed and watched him sleep, finally calming down and letting his nerves relax. `When you wake up,' he thought to himself. `I'll be here. And you'll tell me what's wrong. Even if I have to force you.'

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