InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Soiled ❯ An Unwelcomed Guest (Edited) ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Inuyasha_SIT 
So sorry that it's been a while. My computer broke and I had to send it out to be fixed. It's back now, and I should be resuming my normal schedule. :)
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.10.2008 | Updated On: 04.10.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 423 | Status: Work In Progress
So sorry that it's been a while. My computer broke and I had to send it out to be fixed. It's back now, and I should be resuming my normal schedule. :)
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.10.2008 | Updated On: 04.10.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 423 | Status: Work In Progress
Hey everyone. This chapter is quite a bit heavier than my previous chapters. This is where the story really gets going. I don't normally like simply telling people my plot, but I think it calls for it in this case. This chapter contains rape. The actual physical violation has been edited out, but it is rape nonetheless, so if you are sensitive to that, please don't read. Also, please understand that rape is one of the worst things one person can do to another, so I have not treated this situation in a light manner.
Kagome stood at her window and watched him disappear into the shrine before she closed the curtains. As she turned on the shower, she thought back to their conversation that morning.
I felt like I was letting you down. I'm tired of letting the people I love down.
“Did he mean it? Does he really love me, or was it just something he said? One thing I know, he said that he was proud of me, and that he doesn't compare me to Kikyo. That's enough to be happy about. I think I'll take those and let the rest be.”
Kagome finished showering and changed into a light pink sundress. As Kagome made her way downstairs, her nose registered a scent she hadn't smelled in such a long time: bacon. She sighed hungrily and jumped the last couple steps before bounding into the kitchen.
“Morning Mama!”
“Good Morning Kagome. Are you feeling better?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Do you think I could have some bacon too?”
“Yes. I made plenty.”
“Thanks!”
“Sure, Oh, Kagome, I'm sorry to do this after you just got back, but your Grandfather, Souta and I are taking a vacation to the mainland starting today. We have plane tickets for this afternoon.”
“Oh, um, ok.”
“If you wanted to, we could probably put off leaving for another day and see if we can't get you a ticket too.”
“How long are you going to be gone?”
“Oh, a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, I couldn't be gone that long. Inuyasha would pitch a fit! Plus, a lot could happen in a couple of weeks. You guys should just go ahead like you planned. I'll come back when you get back.”
“Ok sweetie,” Mrs. Higurashi said as she placed the bacon on the table and planted a kiss on Kagome's cheek.
The rest of the morning was filled with noise and commotion. Mrs. Higurashi and Souta scrambled to finish packing and Gramps spent all his time blessing a purifying the luggage. Kagome giggled as her grandfather fell into a fit of prayer after Buyo knocked over a pile of luggage. All too soon the Higurashi family, sans Kagome, were packed and ready to head out the door.
“Sayonara dear. Stay safe. Lock all the doors behind you when you go back, ok?”
“Sure mom. Have fun,” said Kagome as she gave her mother one last hug before she got in and shut the car door. Souta scooted over in the back seat and leaned out the window.
“Bye sis! Try no to trash out the place too much with your parties!”
“Souta!” But it was too late. With a huge grin on his face, Souta and the rest of her family were down the road and out of sight. Kagome trotted back up the stairs to the shrine and her house.
“Souta's right though,” she thought, “I could call my friends. It is summer vacation after all, and it would be great to hang out with them on the beach. Then again, Mama's probably already told everyone that I would be going with them on vacation.”
Kagome decided to go ahead and spend the day alone in the shrine. At least then she'd be able to relax for a while. Inuyasha was being really nice, why waste it? The rest of the afternoon went by quickly for Kagome. She popped some pop corn, and picked out a movie she hadn't seen in a while. It was a long movie that had been adapted from one of her favorite books, and she thought the director had done an excellent job. The movie had been shot in New Zeland, and it seemed like every landscape shown in the film was beautiful. “It would be so nice to visit there someday and see places like that,” she thought with a sigh.
Since she would probably cook a lot in the morning to take back to her friends in the feudal era, Kagome decided she didn't want to cook tonight. So, she ran upstairs to make sure she had enough money, and called one of her favorite take-out joints. The woman on the other end of the line told her that it would be about a half-hour wait, so Kagome decided that would give her ample opportunity for a quick work-out.
She threw on a pair of cotton shorts, a tank top, and a sweatband for good measure before heading downstairs to get on the treadmill that her mother had gotten for Gramps last Christmas. She had said that he needed it to work on his cardio — that giving his heart a work-out would help stave off any heart attacks that may have been coming in his old age. Now she said that she might just as well have given it to Kagome because it seemed she was the only one who used it.
A good three miles later, Kagome stepped off, grabbed a towel and was just heading back up the stairs when she heard the doorbell ring. Turning back around, she took a quick detour towards the kitchen to grab her money, then went to open the door. As it swung open, she opened her mouth to give a greeting, but the words died on her lips. Standing there before her was a man she knew very well. Although his face was slightly different and he wore the clothes and hat of his delivery uniform, his eyes were exactly the same. He was a man who made her stomach churn and she knew she'd always be able to recognize him in any form he may be.
“Onigumo,” she half-whispered.
His face, which before had been expectant and greedy, changed to one of slight satisfaction.
“Not anymore.”
“What do you mean,” Kagome started to ask, but before she could finish, the man had pulled out a gun and stuck the barrel right in her face. At that moment, there were hundreds of things Kagome felt like doing. So many questions she wanted answers for ran through her head, as well as desires to run, to call for help, to knock the gun away and try to defeat him herself. She could do none of these. Alone and far away from any help, Kagome was frozen to where she stood.
“You are going to do exactly what I say.”
Knocked out of her stupor, Kagome blinked and nodded, all the while never taking her eyes off that gun.
“Good girl. Now back up into the house.”
Kagome obeyed and once the both of them were inside the threshold, she stopped and the man closed the door behind him. She took her eyes off the gun long enough to see him turn the lock on the door.
“Now, turn around and take me to your kitchen.”
“What do you want with me Onigumo?”
“I'm not Onigumo, but I'll tell you all about it over dinner.”
Kagome led him to her kitchen where the man sat her in a chair at the table. He set the food down on the table and took the chair opposite her. He set the gun on the edge of the table, still facing Kagome, took some food out for himself and passed the rest to her.
“Eat.”
“If you're not Onigumo, then who are you?”
“Eat.”
“I'm not hungry.”
“Yes you are, otherwise you would not have ordered the food. Now, EAT!”
Kagome jumped as he yelled that last word, and reached forward to take some food, but she only nibbled on it. The man smirked and leaned back in his chair.
“It's true that I look exactly like Onigumo, but my name is Ishiro. I am no more Onigumo than you are Kikyo.”
Kagome gasped, “Then you are his reincarnation?”
“Ah, you're quick. That's correct.”
“Then that means…”
Ishiro laughed, “Yes. It means that you defeated Naraku. Or rather, you will defeat him. And when you do, his soul will be free to move on and reincarnate into me.”
“But what do you want with me?”
“I'm not sure how, perhaps it has something to do with binding my soul to Naraku, but I have all of Onigumo's memories as well as my own. I started having dreams every night. I was dreaming of the cave he used to reside in, and of the woman he grew to lust for. I realized then that my soul still yearned for her. That's when I remembered that she had been reincarnated. So I began watching you and your family.”
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Oh, hmm, I dunno. About two and a half years.”
Kagome felt sick. Two and a half years?! She could feel the heat behind her eyes, telling her that she was going to cry. She fought to push them back, and looked at him with contempt.
“So you found me, now what?”
“I'm going to finish what Onigumo started.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
Ishiro laughed, “Why don't we start by you giving me a tour of your house. I doubt you have what I need. Are you done eating?”
Kagome nodded her head, looking down at the table.
“Then get up,” he said standing up himself and picking up the gun.
Kagome lead him from room to room, telling him about each one. She prayed all the while for an opportunity to get away, but Ishiro never got close enough to her to give her a chance. He always stood behind her and kept at least a foot's distance between her back and the tip of the gun. It wasn't long until Kagome felt a strange sensation come over her body, and she had to stop and put a hand on the wall to steady herself.
“I see it's starting to take effect. No matter; I've found what I wanted.”
“You poisoned me?”
“Oh, nothing as serious as that. I put a simple muscle relaxer in your drink.”
“Why?”
“I told you, I'm going to finish what Onigumo started. Now, come back this way.”
Ishiro directed Kagome into a room she had already shown him — her mother's.
“Sit down.”
Kagome looked at the bed (the only place to sit down in the room), then back at Ishiro, who had entered the room himself and was now closing the door behind him, and her eyes grew wide with comprehension.
“Figure this one out too, huh?”
“Please don't.”
“Kagome, I've been planning for this day for two and a half years now. Do you really think I'm going to stop now that I'm finally going to get what I want just because you asked me to?”
“I…I'll purify you,” she said rather dumbly.
“Boy you sure do get stupid when you're scared. I'm human remember. Your miko powers won't work against me. You're defenseless.”
Ishiro had been slowly approaching Kagome as they talked, while she slowly backed up. As he said this last sentence, Kagome bumped into something, and when she turned around to get a look, she saw that it was the bed. She turned back around to see Ishiro a few steps away with a grin on his face enough to make her stomach start moving again.
“I will have you Kagome. I will make you mine whether you're willing or not.” As he said this, he placed the tip of the gun on her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. Kagome was tired. Her three-mile run earlier had left her exhausted, and now that the muscle relaxers were taking their effect, she really was defenseless. Even as he put the gun away and she saw her opportunity to fight back, she could barely muster up enough energy to raise her arm. He swiftly caught it and threw her back onto the bed.
“You can't fight me anymore, Kagome. You should just accept her fate.”
Ishiro took off his coat and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs before throwing it aside. As he positioned her in the middle of the bed and handcuffed her wrists to the headboard, Kagome felt the floodgates on her eyes open. He straddled her and looked into her eyes. He watched her cry for a few moments before leaning forward to brush away some tears with his thumb. Kagome looked away at his touch.
“Don't worry Kagome. You will learn to love me.”
Kagome once again looked him in the eyes. She saw the same lust in them that she felt in his touch. It made her want to vomit. “I will never love you Ishiro. Never. I don't belong to you. You have to stop. Please let me go.”
“I don't think so. You only say that now because you are in love with that hanyou. You need to forget about him Kagome. You are mine now. Once I bed you, you can never be with him. Dogs mate for life, and if you have already been touched, if you belong to another, then he will not have you.”
“No…”
“Yes,” he pulled a large knife out from behind him, “now don't fight me Kagome, or I will have to punish you.”
He leaned forward and Kagome shut her eyes. She knew she couldn't fight what was coming, but she didn't want to see it. She felt the dull side of the cold blade against her skin. She felt a tug, and heard a rip as he cut each strap and down the center of her tank. He pulled it away from her body and threw it away. She felt the distance between their bodies disappear and then the crushing pressure of his mouth against hers. He held her head with both of his hands, knife still in hand, and shoved his tongue into her mouth.
His fat muscle explored the inside of her mouth for so long, she thought he might suffocate her with it. Eventually, it retracted back into his own mouth and she felt his teeth grab her lower lip before he pulled away. His lips traced her jaw line until they found the crook of her neck. Ishiro sucked and nibbled until he needed to surface for air.
I felt like I was letting you down. I'm tired of letting the people I love down.
“Did he mean it? Does he really love me, or was it just something he said? One thing I know, he said that he was proud of me, and that he doesn't compare me to Kikyo. That's enough to be happy about. I think I'll take those and let the rest be.”
Kagome finished showering and changed into a light pink sundress. As Kagome made her way downstairs, her nose registered a scent she hadn't smelled in such a long time: bacon. She sighed hungrily and jumped the last couple steps before bounding into the kitchen.
“Morning Mama!”
“Good Morning Kagome. Are you feeling better?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Do you think I could have some bacon too?”
“Yes. I made plenty.”
“Thanks!”
“Sure, Oh, Kagome, I'm sorry to do this after you just got back, but your Grandfather, Souta and I are taking a vacation to the mainland starting today. We have plane tickets for this afternoon.”
“Oh, um, ok.”
“If you wanted to, we could probably put off leaving for another day and see if we can't get you a ticket too.”
“How long are you going to be gone?”
“Oh, a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, I couldn't be gone that long. Inuyasha would pitch a fit! Plus, a lot could happen in a couple of weeks. You guys should just go ahead like you planned. I'll come back when you get back.”
“Ok sweetie,” Mrs. Higurashi said as she placed the bacon on the table and planted a kiss on Kagome's cheek.
The rest of the morning was filled with noise and commotion. Mrs. Higurashi and Souta scrambled to finish packing and Gramps spent all his time blessing a purifying the luggage. Kagome giggled as her grandfather fell into a fit of prayer after Buyo knocked over a pile of luggage. All too soon the Higurashi family, sans Kagome, were packed and ready to head out the door.
“Sayonara dear. Stay safe. Lock all the doors behind you when you go back, ok?”
“Sure mom. Have fun,” said Kagome as she gave her mother one last hug before she got in and shut the car door. Souta scooted over in the back seat and leaned out the window.
“Bye sis! Try no to trash out the place too much with your parties!”
“Souta!” But it was too late. With a huge grin on his face, Souta and the rest of her family were down the road and out of sight. Kagome trotted back up the stairs to the shrine and her house.
“Souta's right though,” she thought, “I could call my friends. It is summer vacation after all, and it would be great to hang out with them on the beach. Then again, Mama's probably already told everyone that I would be going with them on vacation.”
Kagome decided to go ahead and spend the day alone in the shrine. At least then she'd be able to relax for a while. Inuyasha was being really nice, why waste it? The rest of the afternoon went by quickly for Kagome. She popped some pop corn, and picked out a movie she hadn't seen in a while. It was a long movie that had been adapted from one of her favorite books, and she thought the director had done an excellent job. The movie had been shot in New Zeland, and it seemed like every landscape shown in the film was beautiful. “It would be so nice to visit there someday and see places like that,” she thought with a sigh.
Since she would probably cook a lot in the morning to take back to her friends in the feudal era, Kagome decided she didn't want to cook tonight. So, she ran upstairs to make sure she had enough money, and called one of her favorite take-out joints. The woman on the other end of the line told her that it would be about a half-hour wait, so Kagome decided that would give her ample opportunity for a quick work-out.
She threw on a pair of cotton shorts, a tank top, and a sweatband for good measure before heading downstairs to get on the treadmill that her mother had gotten for Gramps last Christmas. She had said that he needed it to work on his cardio — that giving his heart a work-out would help stave off any heart attacks that may have been coming in his old age. Now she said that she might just as well have given it to Kagome because it seemed she was the only one who used it.
A good three miles later, Kagome stepped off, grabbed a towel and was just heading back up the stairs when she heard the doorbell ring. Turning back around, she took a quick detour towards the kitchen to grab her money, then went to open the door. As it swung open, she opened her mouth to give a greeting, but the words died on her lips. Standing there before her was a man she knew very well. Although his face was slightly different and he wore the clothes and hat of his delivery uniform, his eyes were exactly the same. He was a man who made her stomach churn and she knew she'd always be able to recognize him in any form he may be.
“Onigumo,” she half-whispered.
His face, which before had been expectant and greedy, changed to one of slight satisfaction.
“Not anymore.”
“What do you mean,” Kagome started to ask, but before she could finish, the man had pulled out a gun and stuck the barrel right in her face. At that moment, there were hundreds of things Kagome felt like doing. So many questions she wanted answers for ran through her head, as well as desires to run, to call for help, to knock the gun away and try to defeat him herself. She could do none of these. Alone and far away from any help, Kagome was frozen to where she stood.
“You are going to do exactly what I say.”
Knocked out of her stupor, Kagome blinked and nodded, all the while never taking her eyes off that gun.
“Good girl. Now back up into the house.”
Kagome obeyed and once the both of them were inside the threshold, she stopped and the man closed the door behind him. She took her eyes off the gun long enough to see him turn the lock on the door.
“Now, turn around and take me to your kitchen.”
“What do you want with me Onigumo?”
“I'm not Onigumo, but I'll tell you all about it over dinner.”
Kagome led him to her kitchen where the man sat her in a chair at the table. He set the food down on the table and took the chair opposite her. He set the gun on the edge of the table, still facing Kagome, took some food out for himself and passed the rest to her.
“Eat.”
“If you're not Onigumo, then who are you?”
“Eat.”
“I'm not hungry.”
“Yes you are, otherwise you would not have ordered the food. Now, EAT!”
Kagome jumped as he yelled that last word, and reached forward to take some food, but she only nibbled on it. The man smirked and leaned back in his chair.
“It's true that I look exactly like Onigumo, but my name is Ishiro. I am no more Onigumo than you are Kikyo.”
Kagome gasped, “Then you are his reincarnation?”
“Ah, you're quick. That's correct.”
“Then that means…”
Ishiro laughed, “Yes. It means that you defeated Naraku. Or rather, you will defeat him. And when you do, his soul will be free to move on and reincarnate into me.”
“But what do you want with me?”
“I'm not sure how, perhaps it has something to do with binding my soul to Naraku, but I have all of Onigumo's memories as well as my own. I started having dreams every night. I was dreaming of the cave he used to reside in, and of the woman he grew to lust for. I realized then that my soul still yearned for her. That's when I remembered that she had been reincarnated. So I began watching you and your family.”
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Oh, hmm, I dunno. About two and a half years.”
Kagome felt sick. Two and a half years?! She could feel the heat behind her eyes, telling her that she was going to cry. She fought to push them back, and looked at him with contempt.
“So you found me, now what?”
“I'm going to finish what Onigumo started.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
Ishiro laughed, “Why don't we start by you giving me a tour of your house. I doubt you have what I need. Are you done eating?”
Kagome nodded her head, looking down at the table.
“Then get up,” he said standing up himself and picking up the gun.
Kagome lead him from room to room, telling him about each one. She prayed all the while for an opportunity to get away, but Ishiro never got close enough to her to give her a chance. He always stood behind her and kept at least a foot's distance between her back and the tip of the gun. It wasn't long until Kagome felt a strange sensation come over her body, and she had to stop and put a hand on the wall to steady herself.
“I see it's starting to take effect. No matter; I've found what I wanted.”
“You poisoned me?”
“Oh, nothing as serious as that. I put a simple muscle relaxer in your drink.”
“Why?”
“I told you, I'm going to finish what Onigumo started. Now, come back this way.”
Ishiro directed Kagome into a room she had already shown him — her mother's.
“Sit down.”
Kagome looked at the bed (the only place to sit down in the room), then back at Ishiro, who had entered the room himself and was now closing the door behind him, and her eyes grew wide with comprehension.
“Figure this one out too, huh?”
“Please don't.”
“Kagome, I've been planning for this day for two and a half years now. Do you really think I'm going to stop now that I'm finally going to get what I want just because you asked me to?”
“I…I'll purify you,” she said rather dumbly.
“Boy you sure do get stupid when you're scared. I'm human remember. Your miko powers won't work against me. You're defenseless.”
Ishiro had been slowly approaching Kagome as they talked, while she slowly backed up. As he said this last sentence, Kagome bumped into something, and when she turned around to get a look, she saw that it was the bed. She turned back around to see Ishiro a few steps away with a grin on his face enough to make her stomach start moving again.
“I will have you Kagome. I will make you mine whether you're willing or not.” As he said this, he placed the tip of the gun on her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. Kagome was tired. Her three-mile run earlier had left her exhausted, and now that the muscle relaxers were taking their effect, she really was defenseless. Even as he put the gun away and she saw her opportunity to fight back, she could barely muster up enough energy to raise her arm. He swiftly caught it and threw her back onto the bed.
“You can't fight me anymore, Kagome. You should just accept her fate.”
Ishiro took off his coat and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs before throwing it aside. As he positioned her in the middle of the bed and handcuffed her wrists to the headboard, Kagome felt the floodgates on her eyes open. He straddled her and looked into her eyes. He watched her cry for a few moments before leaning forward to brush away some tears with his thumb. Kagome looked away at his touch.
“Don't worry Kagome. You will learn to love me.”
Kagome once again looked him in the eyes. She saw the same lust in them that she felt in his touch. It made her want to vomit. “I will never love you Ishiro. Never. I don't belong to you. You have to stop. Please let me go.”
“I don't think so. You only say that now because you are in love with that hanyou. You need to forget about him Kagome. You are mine now. Once I bed you, you can never be with him. Dogs mate for life, and if you have already been touched, if you belong to another, then he will not have you.”
“No…”
“Yes,” he pulled a large knife out from behind him, “now don't fight me Kagome, or I will have to punish you.”
He leaned forward and Kagome shut her eyes. She knew she couldn't fight what was coming, but she didn't want to see it. She felt the dull side of the cold blade against her skin. She felt a tug, and heard a rip as he cut each strap and down the center of her tank. He pulled it away from her body and threw it away. She felt the distance between their bodies disappear and then the crushing pressure of his mouth against hers. He held her head with both of his hands, knife still in hand, and shoved his tongue into her mouth.
His fat muscle explored the inside of her mouth for so long, she thought he might suffocate her with it. Eventually, it retracted back into his own mouth and she felt his teeth grab her lower lip before he pulled away. His lips traced her jaw line until they found the crook of her neck. Ishiro sucked and nibbled until he needed to surface for air.
It felt as though a lifetime passed, but finally he finished and pulled himself out of her. He stood up, walked over and cleaned himself with her shirt. Kagome didn't move. She lay there as he left her and stared at the ceiling, utterly crushed. The pain in her abdomen was pounding against her. Ishiro dressed, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up the knife, and let the tip of it run along her chest.
“Now, Kagome, I think it's time I told you the rules. You are to tell no one about me. You should know that if you do, I have made arrangements. Your family will die. You are mine now, so I am going to want to do this again. Don't stay gone too long. We won't always have to meet here, if your family is in my way, I have your cell number. I'll give you a call and tell you what to do. Whatever I tell you, you are to do it. Otherwise, your family will die. Is all of this clear?”
Kagome nodded.
“Good. Now, I think you had better get yourself cleaned up. I don't want that half-breed smelling me on you when you go back.”
Kagome watched as Ishiro took the handcuffs away, picked up his coat and left. A minute later she heard the front door open and close. When it did, she rolled over, curled herself into a little ball and cried. She didn't know how long she lay there, but eventually she got up, gathered her clothes and took a very long shower. She cleaned herself as well as she possibly could, praying that she could get his smell off of her.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, the sun was beginning to rise. She sighed, got dressed and set about cleaning her mother's room.
Ok, there it is. Please R&R. This was a very tough chapter to write, and this edited version seems a bit hollow to me. The original version will be up next.