InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Honesty ( Chapter 38 )

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*Song for the chapter: Honesty by Billy Joel*

“No! Inuyasha, no!” Kagome screamed, holding him to her and sitting up, shielding him as best she could with her arms. “Don’t go, don’t die.”

Inuyasha could barely hear her, but he didn’t like the fact that she was crying. A pain even worse than the first flooded him and he screamed, or thought he did, he couldn’t be sure in the darkness. Feeling came back little by little and then he could open his eyes again. Kagome had her cheek pressed to his and was rocking him, a bright white light emanating from her and covering the both of them. He tightened his arms around her and she moved to look at him, her tears still on her face.

“You’re… you’re okay,” she breathed, her eyes big and rainy.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?” he grumbled, confused.

“That holy bullet should have finished you off, husband mine. I didn’t think our little abomination was capable of expelling pure power, though. My mistake,” Kikyo said.

Inuyasha whipped his head around to look at her and growled, positioning himself in front of Kagome, covering her nudity and shame with his own and protecting her.

His wife looked at them both with distaste and continued, “I knew something wasn’t right, but I didn’t think it had come this far.” The furious miko was wearing nothing but an open robe, her lover, a now malicious-looking Suikotsu, standing behind her wearing only a pair of boxers and a sick smirk. “Exactly when did this start?”

“From the very fucking beginning, bitch.” There was no need to hide, and he certainly wasn’t going to try and let her down easy after she had shot him like that.

Kikyo raised the gun back to shoulder height and smiled. “So you never even wanted me? You wanted her?”

He nodded warily, his eyes narrowing. Kagome was scared and crying, filled with guilt and shame. Her trembling form was distracting him and he couldn’t focus.

Kikyo sneered and craned her neck to try and see her daughter. “Stop hiding behind your white knight and face me, Kagome.”

“Don’t talk to her. You deal with me.”

Kikyo ignored him, her eyes hard and bright. “How does your little incestuous tryst feel now?”

Inuyasha stopped breathing. He wanted to cover Kagome’s ears like he had earlier and run away. The window was too small for a person to fit through and he’d have to kill Kikyo and Suikotsu to get away uninjured, and there was no way that Kagome would allow that. The only thing he could do was try to talk her out of it.

“You know damn good and well Kagome never really saw me as a father figure,” he said, purposefully acting as though he had misunderstood her.

She just rolled her eyes, her gun staying raised. “Don’t give me that, Inuyasha. You know as well as I do that she’s yours. I was lucky Onigumo was stupid enough to believe me and a weak half-demon as well, with practically no enhanced sense of smell, but you knew the entire time, didn’t you? That’s why you were always with her.”

Inuyasha turned to glance at Kagome, who was staring at him in horror.

Merciless, Kikyo continued on. “Remember when I told you that you were just like your father, Kagome? Well, now you know why you and Papa Yasha here got along so well right from the start. Demons can instinctively recognize their kin using scent and their powers. You aren’t entirely blameless, Kagome. Their spawn feel drawn towards their sire as well. The two of you wouldn’t have been able to fight being with each other even if the idea had occurred to your inferior minds. You did take it a step or two too far, though, I must say.”

Kagome stared at him, the betrayed look in her eyes making him nauseous. “Is it true? Did you… did you know?”

He said nothing, but that was enough for her, and she turned to the side of the bed and vomited, sobbing and choking. He held her hair and patted her back, keeping an eye on his gun toting wife and her half-naked companion. Kagome jerked away from his light touch and her sobs and gags gained volume. It sounded like her soul was being torn apart.

“Looks like our little monster doesn’t feel quite the same way about this as you do, dear,” Kikyo chirped. “But I’ll make you a deal. If you mark me and give me back Shikon, I’ll leave Kagome in your care and you can do whatever you want with her. I don’t care as long as you stay alive. What say you?”

Inuyasha glared at her, trying to forget that his world was being destroyed before his eyes in order to keep calm. “You’ve gone too fucking far, Kikyo. The bond is sacred and only to be done with devotion and love, not with a gun to your head.”

Hey lips thinned. “Fine. You can explain why you clung to tradition so stubbornly to your daughter in the afterlife,” she said coldly, her finger squeezing the trigger as if in slow motion.

He steeled himself for the bullet, realizing too late that she had not been aiming for him. Moving as fast as he could, he shoved Kagome face first hard onto the bed, her scream muffled but still grating against his ears and soul. The bullet grazed her hip, going through the bed’s headboard and settling in the wall. The smell of Kagome’s blood and her pain shook him to his very core and the dark rage joined with the wild violence and overtook him. This time, he didn’t even think.

Kagome lifted her head from the bedspread, the taste of her vomit still thick in her mouth, recent revelations making her head spin. Inuyasha had given a bone-chilling roar and leapt off the bed and on to Kikyo, where he was now. His hands were around her throat and he was bashing her head against the ground. Suikotsu lay dead in the doorway, his throat slit and bleeding. Kikyo’s face was purple and her eyes were bulging, the gun forgotten beside her and her hands weakly beating at her husband’s forearms. Kagome didn’t know how things had gotten like that and part of her thought it was all some crazy dream and she’d wake up and her math tutor Kagura would be waiting impatiently outside her door, telling her that Onigumo was not pleased with her lack of progress. Drawing her knees to herself, she wrapped her arms around her legs and tried to stop shaking. A sharp crack made her wince and then her mother’s brains spilled out onto the floor, her blood mixing with Suikotsu’s and making a puddle.

Inuyasha, his eyes blue and red and murderous, was straddling Kikyo’s body and wiping the blood on his hands off on her skin. Kagome’s breathing quickened uncontrollably and she was gasping, her chest heaving. Their eyes locked and he was on her in an instant.

“No, Inuyasha, no! It’s me,” she sobbed, unintelligible even to her own ears and knowing that even if he could understand her, it wouldn’t make any difference.

He ignored her and forced her onto her stomach. His much longer and sharper claws pierced her hips as he gripped them and she screamed. She screamed in fear and she screamed for him to help, only dimly realizing that the man she was screaming for and the man who was hurting her were one and the same. Without any kind of signal or warning, he plunged into her, not stopping when he heard her screams increase in volume and become drenched in fright. It had never been like that before. Inuyasha had always made love to her facing her, telling her repeatedly how much he loved to see her expressions. He had always started slow, only quickening at the end and never as fast as he was currently going. He went deeper than ever before and it hurt.

Kagome groaned and choked on her sobs. “No, please, no.”

That seemed to stop him and she sighed in relief, making the pain when he bit into her neck that much more agonizing and unexpected. She tried to get away, but he just clamped down harder and thrust hard again, his hands coming up and grasping her breasts, squeezing until she thought they’d pop like balloons in an old cartoon. She had been crying so hard and for so long that now a long string of mucus hung from her nose, almost touching the bed. She didn’t know when or how she had managed to get to her knees or if Inuyasha had made her do it. The pain got worse rather than better the longer it went on and soon it felt like her entire body was on fire, but not in the nice way he had made her experience so many times before. She just wanted to the pain to end, but it was stubborn. She prayed for some god to take pity on her and end her suffering. To her surprise, there was a response, and she felt a whisper in her heart. It was hard to understand at first, but grew louder and clearer. Soon it was like a scream, and even though it came from inside her it made her ears ring.

SUBMIT.

It commanded her, and although the majority of her wanted to reject it, it called to some primal, secret part and she found herself going still and relaxing her shoulders. The pain stopped and Inuyasha finished, rolling off her and flopping bonelessly down on his back. Her knees shook and she collapsed, half on top of him. She cowered, suddenly remembering how Inuyasha had transformed into something very different, but when she tried to move respectfully away from him, he lazily wrapped an arm around her and kept her where she was. Kagome tentatively touched the heavy limb with the tips of her fingers. He grunted, sounding like himself. She dared to look at him. His golden eyes were half open and gazing at her languidly. She cried in relief, quickly edging towards hysteria. She couldn’t get enough air and she just wanted to crawl to a dark place and be alone. Her lover’s nose began to twitch like mad and she knew the exact moment when he realized what he was smelling. His eyes went wide and he stumbled off the bed, directly into the pool of blood.

Inuyasha blinked rapidly and his eyes filled with tears. “Oh god. Oh Kikyo, what have I done?!”

He was sobbing as he gathered her mother in his arms, pressing his lips to her forehead and blue cheeks as if that would revive her. She wished he would close her eyes. Her bulging, dull eyes still seemed to be full of hatred and disgust which Kagome knew she deserved. She tried to move to get a better view than out of the corner of her eye, but found that she couldn’t. Whatever he had done differently to her had rendered her almost incapable of moving anything but her arms, which were currently feeling like limp noodles. Still, she crawled and repositioned herself so that she was facing the gruesome scene. Witnessing it was terrible, but not being able to see it was worse. Inuyasha was sobbing with Kikyo in his arms, rocking back and forth, the drying blood making odd little squelching noises. Kagome’s throat was raw from screaming and crying and vomiting, but she tried to say something, to tell him that she needed an ambulance. She could feel blood trickling from her vagina and her neck wound, and although it didn’t hurt anymore, they were both bleeding steadily. A small squeak managed to escape her lips, but Inuyasha did not hear, too absorbed in his own grief. She began to cry again, for her mother and Inuyasha and herself, and the darkness bled from the corners of her eyes and she gratefully collapsed into nothingness.