InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Prisoner ❯ To Be Lifeless ( Chapter 3 )

A light scent tickled her nose as her mind started crawling out of the abyss of unconsciousness. It smelled like something from Sunday breakfasts with her family. Like fried sausages and bacon....

She mentally scolded herself for thinking like that. They were dead, gone, all of them taken away from her. She had learned long ago to push away those feelings; to push away anything that related to her former life because it wasn't coming back.

Centering her attention to her present state, she felt a noticeable pain in her throat. Her vocal chords felt like someone had pulled them out, or like she had been screaming at the top her lungs all night. Trying to fight away the pain, she wearily rolled over only to find that a barrier blocked her space.

Her eyes opened in question to the stop, coming to face with the tan-ish fabric of the couch she knew was housed in the front room.

Her head became suddenly light as pieces of her dream clouded her vision. Willing the illusions to leave her, she shut her eyes tightly while her body shook in remembrance.

The things he had done to her, to her body, her mind, and her soul.... Anytime she thought on those soul tattering visions it tore her up. She hated the man, her fiancé, with her heart and though she wasn't in his immediate grasp, his memories still held her to him.

Her eyes opened as her stare turned to the ceiling above her; her mind trying battle the images and remainders of him. It had been two weeks since his hands had touched her, since he had been able to abuse her either physically or mentally. And yet, the weeks she'd had in the freedom he still held her.

She shook her head in cruel irony wondering if she'd ever be able to leave him.

A head appeared above her as long wisps of silver trickled down, nearly touching her face.
The owner to the strands gave her a look as an eyebrow raised higher than its partner.

She almost smiled at the appearance but the restraint on her emotions pushed the feeling back from her as it had for the past four years. Even if she felt a thread of joy, sadness, fear, she had learned not to show them. She had been forced not to.

The man disappeared, leaving her to gaze upon the log ceiling at his absence.

He had comforted her last night....hadn't he? Somehow, with his words of concern she had felt okay to cry. As if he was ordering her to release everything onto him. She hadn't cried since her engagement and it felt like a tiny something was lifted.

Ever since she had been taken in she had been questioning the use she would hold in his house. Naturally, coming from a place where the man she was with abused her in way to pleasure himself, she thought he would use her the same way.

However, though pain was anticipated, it never came. He had never laid a hand on her in an act of torment, never pushed her into anything like the other man would have. The only things he shouted about was for her to go to sleep, or tell her to eat, maybe trying to coax her to talk.

Talk.

When was the last time I did that?

Raising herself to a sitting position, the rest of the view came into play. Inuyasha was back in his tiny kitchen now, his back to her as he stood over what looked like some sort of cooking stove. That would explain the smell of sausages.

Her mind was telling her that it was a trick to talk, but her heart was saying to trust him; telling her that he wasn't going to harm her. Yet, her mind was pushing back saying that was a trick too. Play nice with her then, when suspicious are down--Wham!

The two had been fighting over approaches since her arrival, and as she had been for the last years of her life, she fell into the pattern of silence that she had succumbed to. If she didn't speak, didn't move, didn't acknowledge or show emotion she wouldn't be hurt.

Though, last night she had listened to her heart on the matter and he hadn't done anything to abuse her. He had comforted her, helped her regain herself, and more than anything, he helped her cry.

Was it possible that she could trust him?

"So you finally decide to haul your lazy ass up, huh?" he called as he turned to meet her stare "Breakfast is done, Kagome, so sit up and prepare yourself"

She swallowed nervously. That word. Prepare. It always followed something more than horrible in her experience. Why did he have to say that?

Though one not to go against an order she sat up straighter, watching as he made his way over with two plates. He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, though not before placing a huge plate of food in front of her spot on the coffee table.

"You better eat more than yesterday" he warned, casually chewing on a piece of bacon
"You barely touched dinner....Eat girl!"

Food.

He had never allowed her to eat what she wanted or when she wanted. He wanted her to have the perfect body, said he couldn't stand her to look like a beast by the way she ate. In her opinion it was always too little, but over time her opinion vanished.

Still, the thought of being forced foreign food to enlarge her breasts made her hate the basic need. He had given her things to make her more active, food to make her loose weight, and substances to make her "calm."

She was sick of it, and since Inuyasha hadn't beaten her on the subject, she found herself
shying away on the option of the nutrition.

"Sheesh--It won't kill ya" he stated angrily, breaking off part off his waffle and handing it to her "It's some good shit too. Promised"

She accepted the offering and placed the waffle against her tongue. And boy was he right!

It was the best thing she had tasted in awhile. But, what would it do to her? Was it supposed to make her cheeks rosier, make her sleep more, stomach flatter...?

Something wanted to smack her for thinking such things about someone who had been caring for her...he had taken her in, never once harmed her or abused her and she was believing that he was out to get her?!

That bastard she thought dryly It's all his fault.

Because of him, she realized, she was second guessing people's good intentions. He made her to think that everyone had the same attributes as him. But Naraku had never once held her while she cried, hadn't helped her sleep, or given her new clothes.

He hadn't cared.

But then why was there still a pull that she needed to protect herself?

"I guess I'll go n' draw the bath for you after breakfast" he said swallowing down some orange juice "Yesterday the water was shit, and hell if I'd bath in it much less make you. Think the plumbing's shot" he continued casually, reaching to take care of the remaining bacon his plate offered "Looks like the bastards' upstairs are screwing me over once more. Figures"

Kagome tried not to show an expression, though folded her legs under her as she continued to look at him. Upstairs? she thought, not quite getting the title.

Unlike Naraku she found herself looking at Inuyasha often. He never said anything about it so she supposed he didn't mind so much, or ignored it, and in a way he sort of fascinated her. The ears on top his head were certainly something she had never seen. Soft and white, bearing remarkable resemblance to that of a dog. His hair was just as lovely, but she had to admit she loved his eyes the most.

She was happy that he did allow her to look at him, just so she was premised to stare at the golden orbs.

"God woman--You're not eating" A piece of sausage came into her face as she reached out to accept "Come on! I know you can eat more than my table scraps!"

That time she almost did smile, really, really. And she wanted to too. If only that feeling of resistance would go away....

"Bah" he said, rising with his empty plate as he turned to the kitchen "I'll go get that bath…Eat up Kagome"

Kagome.

Was that really her name?

For so long being referred to as "come" or "you" it had almost stumped her when he had asked for her name. She hadn't introduced herself to anyone for so long. Hadn't even seen the ones she once knew. Only saw him, and to him she was only "you."

Splash

"Fuckin' hell!!"

Her eyes shot to the side at the sudden sound and anger to his words. Her body did not move as it had been learned, though her heart and mind went on high alert, waiting to see what the sound would bring.

Squish, Squish, Squish....

"....bath's ready"

Her eyes widened in humor as Inuyasha appeared out of the side door drenched head to toe in water. He looked so much like a dog left out in the rain that it was remarkably funny. And the way he had just announced the bath...he sounded so washed.

He seemed less than pleased at his current state.

Then, without warning, he dropped to all fours and shook himself doggie style.

Water offended her as he continued to dry and before the resistance had time to kick in....

Inuyasha stopped at the unfamiliar sound, getting to a standing position once more, to come to face with a smiling girl who was shielding her face with one hand. She opened her sparkling chocolate eyes as her hand dropped and once again the sound hit his sensitive ears making them twirl forward to catch the tone.

She was laughing.