InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Struggle ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Vapidbreath 
Things just keep getting worse.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 766 | Visits: 369 | Status: Completed
Things just keep getting worse.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 766 | Visits: 369 | Status: Completed
Struggle
By: Vapid Breath
E-mail: Vapidfemale@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha or any other anime.
Warning(s): This story contains yaoi, cursing, and abuse. Maybe some attempted suicide.
Author's note(s): Please review more and leave suggestions. Also check out another story of mine please and some great stories to read are in my profile. Check them out if you can't find a good story to read. I think they are mostly Yu-Gi-Oh though. Thank you.
Spoiler(s): None
Chapter Five
***Inuyasha's Pov***
If I wasn't confused before, I was now. One minute he's on the phone yelling at me. The next he's kissing the hell out of me. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do now.
"Um...So...I..." I couldn't even get a sentence out. He should be explaining things.
"What does this mean?" Why is he asking me?
"What do you think it means?"
"Does this...am I...gay?" You've got to be kidding. Don't start doubting stuff now. You kissed me. You have to be gay.
Before I got to answer he began walking away.
"Wait!" I grabbed his arm and turned him towards me. He simply pulled his arm away and kept walking. I felt like an idiot standing there watching his back walk away from me.
I refused to let a tear fall. I just turned around and began walking in the direction of my home. Things just couldn't get anymore confusing.
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When I got home the front door was open. I was hesitant to step inside but peered my head in anyway. There, watching television, was my father. I walked inside and closed the door behind me.
"Hey, Dad." He didn't respond. He just sat there. Eyes never leaving the television. I was a little scared. He was home early and acting strangely.
I walked past him slowly. He grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled it downward causing me to lose my balance and fall. He stood up pulling my collar with him. My eyes closed as the sickening sound of his fist hitting my flesh filled my ears. He just wouldn't stop. He kept punching me. Over and over again. Saying curses and different names.
"So my son is still an ass fucker. Still fucking Miroku. I told you I didn't want that nerdy fag calling my house. You couldn't listen to that, could you? He called while you were gone. Guess who just happened to answer the phone?" I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I felt my knees weakening as I sank to the floor and was kicked in the stomach. I felt the vomit surface from my gut. I even felt my entire existence fading into darkness. How much more could I possibly have to endure?
For some reason I knew this was just the beginning of my life's struggle.
*****-----*****-----*****
The Next Morning
When I awoke the next day I found myself lying in tears, blood, and vomit. My body was sore and I couldn't stop shaking. Slowly and Carefully I stood. Gripping whatever I could to steady myself. I walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
My black hair was stained with blood as was my tattered body and clothes. I could see traces of vomit also. My cheeks were stained with my salty tears. I turned to the shower and turned it on. I didn't bother adjusting the temperature or even taking my clothes off before stepping in. I closed the curtain and sunk to the shower floor. Letting the slightly freezing water wash my pain away.
After sitting there for several minutes I began to strip my clothing off. Piece by piece the fabric peeled from my body forming a small pile at my feet. I adjusted the water temperature. I washed my body slowly. Wincing every time soap got into an open wound. I washed my hair. Making to sure to get all blood and anything else from it.
Now I had to figure out how I was going to handle the day.
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Please review and rate.
By: Vapid Breath
E-mail: Vapidfemale@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha or any other anime.
Warning(s): This story contains yaoi, cursing, and abuse. Maybe some attempted suicide.
Author's note(s): Please review more and leave suggestions. Also check out another story of mine please and some great stories to read are in my profile. Check them out if you can't find a good story to read. I think they are mostly Yu-Gi-Oh though. Thank you.
Spoiler(s): None
Chapter Five
***Inuyasha's Pov***
If I wasn't confused before, I was now. One minute he's on the phone yelling at me. The next he's kissing the hell out of me. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do now.
"Um...So...I..." I couldn't even get a sentence out. He should be explaining things.
"What does this mean?" Why is he asking me?
"What do you think it means?"
"Does this...am I...gay?" You've got to be kidding. Don't start doubting stuff now. You kissed me. You have to be gay.
Before I got to answer he began walking away.
"Wait!" I grabbed his arm and turned him towards me. He simply pulled his arm away and kept walking. I felt like an idiot standing there watching his back walk away from me.
I refused to let a tear fall. I just turned around and began walking in the direction of my home. Things just couldn't get anymore confusing.
*****-----*****-----*****
When I got home the front door was open. I was hesitant to step inside but peered my head in anyway. There, watching television, was my father. I walked inside and closed the door behind me.
"Hey, Dad." He didn't respond. He just sat there. Eyes never leaving the television. I was a little scared. He was home early and acting strangely.
I walked past him slowly. He grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled it downward causing me to lose my balance and fall. He stood up pulling my collar with him. My eyes closed as the sickening sound of his fist hitting my flesh filled my ears. He just wouldn't stop. He kept punching me. Over and over again. Saying curses and different names.
"So my son is still an ass fucker. Still fucking Miroku. I told you I didn't want that nerdy fag calling my house. You couldn't listen to that, could you? He called while you were gone. Guess who just happened to answer the phone?" I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I felt my knees weakening as I sank to the floor and was kicked in the stomach. I felt the vomit surface from my gut. I even felt my entire existence fading into darkness. How much more could I possibly have to endure?
For some reason I knew this was just the beginning of my life's struggle.
*****-----*****-----*****
The Next Morning
When I awoke the next day I found myself lying in tears, blood, and vomit. My body was sore and I couldn't stop shaking. Slowly and Carefully I stood. Gripping whatever I could to steady myself. I walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
My black hair was stained with blood as was my tattered body and clothes. I could see traces of vomit also. My cheeks were stained with my salty tears. I turned to the shower and turned it on. I didn't bother adjusting the temperature or even taking my clothes off before stepping in. I closed the curtain and sunk to the shower floor. Letting the slightly freezing water wash my pain away.
After sitting there for several minutes I began to strip my clothing off. Piece by piece the fabric peeled from my body forming a small pile at my feet. I adjusted the water temperature. I washed my body slowly. Wincing every time soap got into an open wound. I washed my hair. Making to sure to get all blood and anything else from it.
Now I had to figure out how I was going to handle the day.
* * *
Please review and rate.