InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Roads to Ruin ❯ Hold Back the Dawn ( Chapter 4 )

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Hold Back the Dawn


Part four of Roads to Ruins
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His hand barely touched the cold iron handle of the wooden door as soft sound flowed through the warm air, like that of crystal chimes rubbing together.

Kirara’s eyes glowed in the dark with a life of their own, almost accusingly, as she watched the man who had woken her from her rightful sleep in the lap of her mistress.

“I have to leave for a while, just need to sort some things out. I can’t stay, not now. I need you to watch after them for me.” whether she understood or not the small fox demon made no further sound, only watched with her large eyes that seemed to absorb the frail light of the room.

He took the handle and opened the door. The early morning world that was just starting to stir, the air filled with the calls of birds and the still present sound of thunder grinding away at the bones of the earth. The grey skies turned a light red washed with the last remnants of night, still cloaked in rain. He wished the sun would not come up, for the dawn to be held back so the suns warm rays, even so hidden behind the storm, would not grace the sky .

The air was cold and crisp on his skin, as he stepped out onto the small winding gravel road that led into the town perched on the edge of the wilderness.

He never looked back as he headed out into the cool morning, his mind muddled with thought and his heart weighed heavily with grief.


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Kirara watched him leave through a window she leapt to, his form disappearing around the bend of the forest from the small window.

She sat there for several minutes on the windowsill, not knowing quite what to do. Her first instinct was to awaken her Mistress but something in his voice told her not to. She remained only a few more moments before leaping off to find the warm lap she had been so rudely forced to leave.

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Lovers touched and kissed, a rapist did not. It was parody of love, a cruel act done in a moments notice on the cold hard floor of an abandoned hut in the middle of a rain soaked forest.

He stared at his arm, the blood starting to seep through the hastily wrapped bandages were the razor sharp teeth had ripped though his skin like razors.

Inuyasha had bitten him, actually bitten him. The hanyou had never physically harmed any of them even in his moments of rage; it was still hard for it to sink into his foggy mind. The pain was very real, the deep throbbing pain that spread up his wounded arm and shoulder.

Inuyasha had bitten him several times, ripping the flesh and muscle when he tried to move him.

It weighed as heavily upon him as a weight that dragged down at his body, pulling it steadily earthward. He slumped dawn against the old gnarled tree, fresh rain dripping from its bare branches, tears of the sky that he could no longer shed.

Why did the sun have to come up, why couldn’t it stay hidden behind the velvet night or the raging storm. If he could he would reach up and hold it back, pulling back the comforting blanket of night and the storms that still rolled forth.

He slowly got to his feet, the staff clutched tightly in his hand. The dawn had come any way, seeking drive away the storm that washed the world clean, the sins of the night flowing into a dark mass of shadow that slipped unnoticed by many into the darkest reaches of the earth and the deepest holes were it would remain to wonder about tomorrow.

The screams still echoed in his head like a never ending nightmare, the fear etched in those once lively golden orbs that he had gotten lost in, the stench of blood.

He shook his head, as if trying to clear the images. Strand soft dark wet hair fell into his face, hiding his pained features form the oncoming dawn as it broke loose of the cold hand of night, shedding light.

He wanted to find the darkest deepest hole there was and crawl into it and stay there. It would do little good for the others; he had to face them sooner or later.

The distant sound of people talking and loud music sought to derail his thoughts, maybe the town and a bar in it, some place he could think and be out of the rain.

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She started out the window, watching the silver rivers run down the dirty plane of glass. Still no sign of him, were could he have gone in this weather. She ran her fingers through Kirara’s golden fur, trying to see past the dark shadowy world outside. Worry tugged at her mind, leaving a cold empty feeling behind.

She had woken just as the dawn broke the night, suddenly realizing she was alone. No sign of the young monk that had been in her arms the night before, when he had all but knocked the door to the old healers hut down.

In a state of near panic she raced out into the pre dawn, greeted by deep wells of shadow and light and rain that poured from the heavens. Only to turn back s the wind gathered strength once again to unleash its fury.

“ He’s a good man. He just needs some time to himself to straighten everything out.” Tanya , the healer, said from her spot by the warmly glowing fire; her wrinkled face seemed to glow in the warm light. If Sango heard her, she gave no indication, instead she continued to stare out the window.

The elderly healer watched the young demon hunter by the window. She had dealt with many such things in her long life near the village. Rape was not as rare as it should be in the small tightly knit community. She shook her head slightly; it would be awhile before things got any better.

The small group had come as the storm first arrived, all but the monk and half demon, seeking shelter form the rain which she gladly welcomed them in. She rarely had visitors any more, there was little room for an old lady in the world now.

The smell of stew filed the room, whips of steam curled up from the cauldron bubbling to itself in the fireplace, the ancient hand made bricks blackened from countless years of soot, the once colorful tiles that surrounded the arch were faded and dull, the color bleed out from the years. Much of the large spacious hut was taken up by bottle after bottle of dried herbal powders lined on shelves with strands of dusty cobwebs draped over the lids, lending a musty smell to the air.

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Inuyasha fought the urge to pull away from the surprisingly gentle touch, he never really liked to be touched, even in his fever ridden sleep he fought the hand on his chest. He squirmed slightly, clenching his jaw as he pulled on his injuries.

“Inuyasha?”

A wave of pain caused him to bite his lip as it burned through his exhausted body.

“Inuyahsa...gomenesai.” She sleepily murmured comfortingly into his ear, feeling him relax again. She dearly hoped Shippo wouldn’t wake; she didn’t want the young child to see what the demons claws did to the hanyous flesh.

The poor thing had all but been wailing away when he saw Inuyasha, he steadfastly refused to leave the injured half demons side until he all but passed out from exhaustion, Sango carried his tiny sleeping form into the next room, letting him sleep on the fire rat pelt.

She snuggled a little closer to his side, her hand never left his chest, feeling his all too visible ribs under the thin cloth. He had eaten what little Kagome managed to get down his throat. He whimpered softly in his sleep, his torn ears twitching as he fell into a nightmare.

Tanya watches passively, knowing there is nothing more she can do. It is now all up to Inuyasha to heal the damage done to his body. But it would be a long time before the damage for the rape would heal on any of the small group.


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Shippo all but crawled out of the room, rubbing his still sleepy eyes with his tiny hands, his tail making dusty trials behind him as he wondered out of the room he had been sleeping in. After realizing were eh was, half asleep he trudged form the smallish room and towards were Inuyasha and Kogame were sleeping.

Barely awake, he clutched at the overhanging cloth of the bed and pulled himself up, nestling against the half demons side before drifting back off. A few tears went unnoticed in the gloom.


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