InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Beware of Young Girls ( Chapter 28 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Inuyasha ran, his heart thundering in his chest as he breathed to a panicked beat through his open mouth, heedless of the bugs that tried to make their way inside. What had they done to her? Had they brainwashed her? Why? What was the whole thing really about? Surely not over Kikyo, this was going too far for something like that, even for some stupid bastard like Onigumo. Just when he had gotten Kagome back, she was taken from him again, this time of her own free will and by her own self. He almost laughed aloud at how cruel life consistently was to him.

He arrived at home several hours after Kagome’s rescue, having wandered about in a heartbroken daze for the majority of the time, not even knowing where he had been and what he had done. If she did not want him, where could he go? What could he do? The look she had given him haunted him and made him feel sick. His gut and solar plexus ached like she had beaten him. Still, he came back home, knowing she was there. They would get through this ordeal. They had to. No matter what, they were tied through blood and that meant they belonged together.

He walked in to see Kagome curled up on the couch, sobbing loudly, her head in Kikyo’s lap. It was the most affectionate he had ever seen the pair, but Kikyo was still only just tolerating her daughter, one pale hand hovering above her head, not quite touching the damp, recently washed mass of hair to soothe like any other mother would.

“Kagome,” he breathed. Just seeing her there was unbelievable. He knew his love and longing showed in both his face and voice but did not care who saw anymore. She was safe. She was with him. She would never go away again. Kagome made a choking noise when she heard his voice and her sobs ceased. Slowly, she raised her upper body from Kikyo’s lap, and he felt a cold dread in the pit of his stomach. Did she really hate him?

“I don’t want him here!” the girl cried. Her cheeks were pink, her nose was running, and her eyes were puffy and red, but she was still so incredibly, preciously beautiful. She had changed into her old nightgown, the only one she had owned before the move and marriage, despite the fact that she had passionately told him she never wanted to wear the ugly thing again.

Being too stunned to think up a response, he just stood there and let Kikyo jump at the opportunity.

“Why, Kagome! That’s quite rude. Your step-father was looking for you this entire time. It was he who found you.”

“I don’t care!” she said, her voice rising and sounding strangled. “I don’t want him around me ever again!”

“Why?” he finally asked. “What did they do to make you hate me?” Inuyasha was passed hurt now. He could only feel rage, a dark kind he had never experienced before. He wanted Kikyo gone, and he wanted to grab Kagome by the throat and shake her until she remembered they belonged to one another.

“They showed me what you are, what you really are. You’re a monster,” she said, her voice cracking.

Her words infected the atmosphere of the room, mingling with every bit of matter. He didn’t know whether he’d be able to breathe in that room again without tasting her hatred. Collapsing into the chair across from where she was, he restrained himself from getting up and forcing her to see things his way. He had not been called a monster in nearly a century, and then he had just laughed it off. But this hurt, far more than the taunts from his youth. Kagome and time had healed those, but who would heal the wounds she gave?

The girl pushed away from Kikyo and ran upstairs to her room, her previous unsteadiness seemingly all gone. She had him and his genes to thank for that. Inuyasha watched her go, not capable of doing much else. Kikyo did not go after her, but he wished she would. He needed solitude to recover enough so that he could pretend to be normal.

“What did they do to her?” he asked the room, surprised he had spoken.

“She refuses to speak of it,” Kikyo murmured, standing and smoothing her fitted skirt.

“She hates me.”

His wife sighed and turned to him with sad eyes. “I know you were fond of her, but think. This terrible thing might have something good come out of it. Her hero-worship of you had begun to turn into a pathetic infatuation that would have brought us all quite the headache.”

Inuyasha did not respond; she did not deserve it. Eventually, Kikyo left the room, drifting he cared not where to do he cared not what. He stayed in the chair all night, not going upstairs to his room because he would have to pass hers and he did not trust himself to simply walk straight to his destination without confronting Kagome in what would certainly be a violent, tear-filled battle.

He stayed in his semi-meditative state, thoughts bouncing off the walls of his skull, few lingering long enough for him to fully comprehend. Inuyasha was not completely sure that he remembered how to live without her. He found himself hoping this hatred would leave her with time, but deep in his heart he felt it would not. An emptiness was growing in him, a lack of feeling manifesting so strongly that it was in itself a feeling. The emptiness ate away at him throughout the night. This grief, if that’s what it was, was different from the anger he felt at his father’s demise and the sorrow he felt at his mother’s death. He now mourned Kagome’s love, and his grief was so strong that he could only feel it in bits and pieces.

It was morning before he knew it, and suddenly Kagome appeared before him on the stairs, dressed in her school uniform. She was trying her best to pretend not to notice him, but her hands were shaking and he could see the unshed tears glittering in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” he croaked, almost afraid to speak to her.

“Going to school,” she answered after a beat, doing her best Kikyo impression. He felt the dark rage return and replace the emptiness. Perhaps that was the true form of the emptiness.

“The fuck you are.”

“I called Myoga. A car is waiting outside.”

“Where’s your Mother?” he asked as he rose. She flinched at his movement.

“She left for work. Didn’t you see her go?” she sneered, going from ice princess to bitch just like that.

“Good.”

Inuyasha stepped in front of the door before she could blink, blocking the exit. Avoiding eye contact with him, she turned to leave and go out the back way, but he shook his head and she got the message. She would not be leaving today. Kagome huffed irritably and stomped over to the couch, then sat down.

“Good,” he said again, slowly stalking towards her. He stopped his somewhat menacing approach when she loudly burst into tears.

“What? What did they do to you?! I need to know everything.”

“Just stay away from me!” she sobbed. He was at her side in an instant.

“Kagome,” he murmured soothingly, taking her into his arms, relaxing when he smelled pure her and nothing else.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, violently pushing him away from her and quickly moving to the other end of the couch.

“Why?!” This time he was the one doing the screaming.

“Because you’re a monster.”

That word again. Inuyasha was shocked into breathlessness. Did she really believe that? Had they lied to her, or, even more horrific, told her truths about his past? Worst of all, had they figured it out? Did they know that Kagome was his daughter? Had they told her? The questions swirled around into one blurred feeling and then melted away again into the rage.

“I can and I have been a monster. But what does that make you?” he said, quiet and bitter.

Her sobs stopped. “What?”

“What. Does. That. Make. You.” Inuyasha leaned in and whispered the last part, breathing the word onto her lips. “I’ll tell you, little girl. You’re just the monster’s whore, and that makes you a monster as well. Maybe even a worse monster than I am.”

“No,” Kagome cried, clutching her blouse over her heart. He found the gesture overly dramatic and smirked.

“Think of all the things you let me do to you,” he whispered, trailing a finger down her cheek. She turned her face away and shut her eyes but moved no further. “And all the things you did to me.”

“Stop it! Leave me alone,” she whimpered miserably. She faced him again and he could feel her hot breath, taste her panic.

“We’ve come too far for that, angel. I’m in this for the long haul. I’ve invested too much in you to just let you go.”

“I don’t want this.” Tears were again swimming in her gray eyes. He could see himself in them.

“Too bad.” Inuyasha leaned in half an inch and pressed his lips to hers. It was like their first kiss in the way that he felt so much and she did not even respond. Licking at her bottom lip, he bit down when she didn’t open, his fang nicking her. Kagome gasped and his tongue entered her mouth. She bit down hard and he grunted in pain as she shoved him away and shot to her feet.

“I just want to be normal!” she screamed, her face going red with the force of it. “I wish I had never met you. This never happened, okay?” she said, her voice shaking with the last word. “We never happened.”

“Fuck you,” he whispered, wiping the mixture of their blood from his lips. “ Fuck. You.”

“Your words can’t hurt me anymore,” she said childishly. “Only people I love can hurt me.”

Inuyasha rose slowly and licked his lips, smearing them with the last bit of blood from his tongue. “I can hurt you with these.” He held up his hands, the morning sunlight glinting off his sharp claws. “I can tear you apart. You’ll be on the floor in pieces before you can scream.” Kagome was visibly trembling, and as broken and angry as he felt, his heart softened and bled for her. “But I could never do that, Kagome. Not to you. I could do it for you, a thousand times a day, but never to you.” She did not respond and he gave a short, humorless laugh. “I just wish you would let me know why.”

“This fucked up situation is enough for me to do what I’m doing,” she said harshly.

Flinching, he realized he had never once heard her curse before, apart from their sex play, and that was only on especially heated occasions and with a lot of encouragement.

“You’ve broken my heart,” he choked out, ashamed at this sign of his weakness.

Kagome looked him straight in the eyes and he could see no love there, not anymore. “You have no heart.” She turned to leave.

“Kagome!” he called, his voice uncomfortably loud and pleading.

“What?” she spat out, back turned to him.

“Don’t. Don’t leave me.”

He knew she would be back when school was over, but they both knew what he meant. She stood still and he hoped against hope that she would turn and run into his arms and tell him everything, but then her shoulders slumped and she walked to the door.

“I’m staying late today. I’ll be home in time for dinner. Let Mother know.”

And then she was gone.

His heart began beating faster and faster and he frantically wondered if a half-demon could have a heart attack.

“Fuck!” Inuyasha screamed wordlessly and threw the end table into the television without even noticing what he was doing.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” he punched the wall beside the broken TV with each word, breaking a hole and making it wider and wider.

“Fuck,” he whispered, turning his back to the wall. He slid down until he was sitting on the floor and then the tears started.

“Fuck.”