InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Resurgence ❯ Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

 

 

 

 

 

I sat alone that night. I really did not know what to do, but I had made up my mind. It might have been selfish to some degree, but the desire was not for myself.

 

I needed to protect the ones closest to me. I needed to make sure they lived the life they were meant to without me getting in the way of their dreams. That was the only fair thing to do at this moment.

 

I was certain I would cause heartache and devastation had anyone learned of my matter, so I would keep it to myself.

 

I gazed out the window to the light blue sky that aligned the horizon.

 

Sango had been gone for a couple of hours now. Her departure letting me think of all the matters that were important to me, and although she would never understand my reasoning in the matter, I was still grateful for her advice nonetheless.

 

The morning star was so clear at this hour. It sat just below its peak, a sure sign that it would be sunrise soon.

 

A light knock sounded on my door. I turned my gaze in that direction, “Come in.”

 

The person on the other side faltered a bit, but cautiously, the door opened allowing my father to enter.

 

I almost could not look at him. The worry lines that aligned his eyes were so prominent now, and I was most certain that I was the cause of that.

 

I saw him take in my features.

 

I was not sure whether or not he liked what he saw, for he just crossed the room with a smile on his face, “Kagome,” he called out kindly to me - more then likely that I was actually looking when someone entered the room.

 

I felt tears drain from my eyes as I tried to sit up in my bed to go to him, but he was faster then me and made it to me while I was still on the mattress.

 

I could not help the uncomfortable feeling of having another man on the bed with me, but I also knew that this was my father, and he would not do anything to harm me.

 

He pulled back from me, “What,” he was searching for the words. He was still searching over my face, “How are you feeling?” he asked with such sincerity that I had no idea how I was able to block him out of my thoughts for more then a month.

 

My lips trembled. How could I ever lie to him? How could I tell him that I had nightmares almost every night with men that degraded me? How could I tell him that I was marrying a man that had raped me?

 

Looking into his gaze I knew that I would never be able to tell him that, but actually being able to see his face…I was truly happy. “I am fine now that you are here, papa,” I replied honestly.

 

I saw his eyes align with unshed tears, “Oh Kagome,” he replied as he pulled me closer to his chest.

 

I held on with every fiber in my being. As long as I was close to him…nothing could harm me. It was when I was not in his presence that fate had turned sour.

 

“I have missed you so much,” I heard him mumble into my hair.

 

I could only mildly nod my head in agreement with him - not trusting my own voice.

 

He pulled away from me then. He looked at my features, and I could tell that something bothered him. He could see the pain in my orbs.

 

Immediately, I turned away from him. Not wanting him to see what I have been trying so hard to hide. My father was a very watchful man. He could tell just by looking at me, if I was hiding something from him.

 

“Kagome,” he was struggling for the words again, but this time I could not turn towards him, the look that crossed his face. The way his eyes widened slightly, the longer he gazed into my orbs - I knew that he was on the brink of discovering.

 

I mildly started to shake my head, answering his request with an unspoken one - I was not going to turn and face him.

 

I felt his hand on my shoulder. I jerked away briefly, but then held his hand there, placing my trembling fingers around his knuckles.

 

I closed my eyes as I allowed him to lend me that silent support. He was always so much stronger then me when situations would turn out for the worse. Like when my mother died, he had been the one comforting me, while I had been the one that asked why she had to go. His presence alone, then and in this moment…made me feel stronger somehow. As if - just from his presence I could get through it.

 

He never really needed to know why I was troubled. He would never force me to tell him, but he would always be there when I felt like it was too much, and for that I would be forever in his debt.

 

I felt my eyes mist over as I tried to face my demons with my father by my side. I was amazed, but only slightly so, that with him being there I was able to start going through the process without my onslaught of tears, but as I got to the deeper areas - I could not hold back my tears.

 

My body started to shake with my silent crying. Every now and then a tremble would run through my body alerting my father of so.

 

“Kagome,” I heard my father clear his throat. His deep kind voice alerting me to his discomfort, “I can leave if you would rather be alone-”

 

Immediately I started to shake my head, “no, please stay,” I begged him quietly.

 

He paused for just a moment, and then I felt his hand on mine tighten, “I shall stay.”

 

I was glad for that. Tonight while the sun had yet to shine, my father would sit silently by my side, allowing me to take his strength so I could get through this struggle.

 

This would be the last night I would ever be able to sit with him as so ever again.

 

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I woke up later that day - never remembering falling asleep under the comforts of my blankets.

 

I could not remember such a rest, as I had, for however many hours I was asleep. Instead of dreading my dream, I felt oddly comforted to be succumbing to its wishes. It was the first peaceful sleep I have had in over six weeks.

 

The voices that I had thought were present in my dream were actually voices just outside my door.

 

“Do you know anything?” I heard my father ask quietly, but there was a certain edge to his voice. Whatever he was speaking about bothered him greatly.

 

“Nothing sir.”

 

My eyes widened as I heard Sango answer. `What could they be -' but my thought process halted. Of course I knew what they were discussing.

 

“So you know nothing about the stable boy?”

 

My eyes widened. `The stable boy,' I thought brokenly. `How could he possibly know about him?' I felt betrayed in the worst way probable. No one was supposed to know. No one.

 

“No sir.”

 

I could not stop my feet from moving as I started to glide to the door. I was only mildly aware of the footfalls before I rushed my door opened and gazed at the two on the other side.

 

Their eyes were wide. Their mouth hung open wide as they looked me over.

 

My hair was still breezing slightly behind me from the momentum I had accumulated walking to the door. My night robe was fluttering softly outward. The white material landing gently by my feet, but I knew what took them most off guard. Something they were not prepared for - something I did not notice I was doing until I saw their faces, but once I knew I was glad. My fury was sketched on my face. True fury.

 

“What is the meaning of this?” I shouted as I pointed between them. There was a small part of me, a tiny part that felt bad about speaking to them in such a way, but I felt betrayed - so deeply and utterly betrayed.

 

Sango looked unconsciously between my father and myself. I could see the anguish at being caught in her chocolate orbs. I could tell that she wanted to apologize, but she would not speak so friendly in front of my father.

 

My father looked rather composed. He no longer had the awestruck face of a child who had been caught by his mother doing something naughty. No, now he wore the face of a man. A man that knew what he was doing and would not apologize for as much.

 

“The stable boy,” he began, but I could tell the courage that he seemed to have moments ago was diminishing. I could tell he felt grief for what he did, “how do you know him?” I heard the particular question in his voice.

 

My brows furrowed, “He is a dear friend,” I responded without hesitation.

 

He closed his eyes. He looked pained. He was not appeased by my response. He did not want to pry, but I forced him to.

 

He was still not looking at me, “is there nothing more to this,” he hesitated a moment.

 

I was not prepared.

 

“InuYasha,” he stated his name aloud.

 

There was no hate in his voice - no fury, but as soon as his name left his lips I felt ashamed. Not of my love for the boy - no, but for the simple reason that I had never told my father of this love.

 

His name brought on so many memories. I felt goose bumps rise on my arms as I instinctly closed my eyes. I could not let anyone see how much - just the mention of his name hurt me.

 

“No,” I tried to answer as evenly as I could.

 

I heard Sango make a sound then the conversation turned.

 

“Kagome, if he hurt you in anyway you need to tell me,” my fathers voice was soft but full of hate.

 

My eyes snapped open. I quickly looked to Sango. The noise that she had made was to cover her hand over her mouth, so she would not make a sound, so much for that.

 

My blazing eyes focused on my father. I could not believe what he had just suggested. InuYasha…could never - would never hurt me in such a way. He was too good of a man for that.

 

I tightened my fist, “he would die before he hurt me.” I could barely keep my emotions under control.

 

My father could tell that every word I spoke was true. His eyes widened. He had no idea where to go now, and he could tell that he had hurt me deeply by assuming the worst from him.

 

He closed his eyes. I could see the pain in them. His shoulders slumped as his head lowered, “Kagome…I am sorry-”

 

“There is no need,” I cut him off. I turned back on my heels and slammed the door - the reverberations being felt throughout the house.

 

 

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A/N: Life is full of surprises. Anyways, I am working so hard on this story. Some days I will sit down and write page after page, but others there is no inspiration in me whatsoever. I try to update as much as possible, but like I said, life sometimes gets the better of you. I hope everyone is doing well, and thanks for reading! Please review!