InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sutôkâ Satsujin ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

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

After all, of the singing and cheering ended, Inuyasha found himself alone. And being alone was not always a good thing. Most of the time he relished in being alone, after all, most of his friends were very exuberant. Often enough, when Miroku insisted they go out after work, Inuyasha would agree on one condition: find a dark corner away from everyone else. Don’t get him wrong, he liked all of his friends and co-workers, and spent time with them at and away from work, but after working on murder cases all day, he preferred to stay away from the bubble factory. Tonight, however, was one of those nights when he wanted people around; he didn’t want to be alone. Being alone would make him think; feel, and right now he didn’t want to do either.
 
Quickly getting to his feet, Inuyasha maneuvered deftly through the remaining crowd, only stopping when he reached the rustic, oak bar. “Hey, Fujiyama, give me a shot of Patron.” He turned around to see the mid-sized group of police officers and detectives slow dancing to Brian McKnight’s ‘Back at one.’ He turned back to the bar, “Make it a double.”
 
Miroku watched Inuyasha move somberly yet quickly through the crowd of people. Time to get him to talk, he thought getting up from his seat. When he reached Inuyasha’s side, he pulled out the stool and took a seat. “How are you doing?”
 
Inuyasha didn’t turn to face him; he continued to watch Fujiyama make several drinks including his. “I am doing fine—“ he turned around, still avoiding Miroku’s face, and swept his arm out, “—thanks for this man.”
 
Miroku smiled his trademark smile. “No problem man. Hey, Fujiyama! Can I get a corona…” he turned to Inuyasha, “…what are you having?”
 
“Patron.” Inuyasha answered earnestly, finally facing Miroku. He almost chuckled at the comical way Miroku’s eyes widened. Everyone knew Inuyasha only drank ‘Patron’ when he wanted to get drunk.
 
“Your funeral.” Miroku mumbled. Then to the bar keep, he yelled: “And a shot of Patron.”
 
It was only a matter of minutes before each one had their respective drinks. “Dude,” Miroku started, staring at the clear shots in front of Inuyasha. “If I knew you had already ordered a shot—a double on top of that—I wouldn’t have offered. Did you forget how you get when you drink that stuff?”
 
Inuyasha grabbed the bigger of the two shots and downed it in one quick fluid motion. “Yeah, I know how I get. But did you stop to think that maybe I want to get drunk, to lose control…to forget.” He mumbled the last part to himself. Once the words left his mouth, he hoped against hope that Miroku didn’t hear them.
 
“No, I guess I didn’t think of that. I just remembered the last time, and figured you didn’t want to hug… Wait! Forget what Inuyasha?”
 
Inuyasha downed the third shot and ordered two more. By the ninth shot, Inuyasha was inebriated, and Miroku was helpless. He knew Inuyasha could hold his alcohol but after nine back-to-back shots—of Patron no less—any seasoned drinker would be hammered. What made it worse were the nonsensical things Inuyasha was saying. Talking romance, marriage, commitment to a bachelor is crazy enough, but talking about it while in a completely inebriated state was even worse. Not only was it unlike his friend to blather on and on about this kind of stuff, it was giving Miroku a headache. Time to get him home.
 
Miroku got up from his stool and placed an arm around Inuyasha’s shoulders. “Yash, buddy, I have no idea what you just said, but don’t bother repeating it. Just let me take you home.”
 
Inuyasha snorted through his drunken haze. “Just so you know I don’t put out on a first date.” His slurred speech made Miroku chuckle and he couldn’t help but to retort.
 
“Technically, my friend, this is like the twentieth date. Therefore, you could put out, but I don’t think Kikyo would like the fact that you are cheating on her with a dude.” Miroku felt Inuyasha tense at the mention of his wife and everything Inuyasha had mumbled about relationships flooded Miroku. The proverbial light bulb flashed on. “Oh shit, dude, I’m sorry. I should have noticed it sooner.” Lowering his voice so the ten or so other party goers would not hear, Miroku whispered. “She’s cheating on you, isn’t she?”
 
Inuyasha shrugged his friend’s arm off his shoulders and got to his feet. He was surprised how solid they felt under him, it was as if the alcohol wore off. If it weren’t for the slight haze around his vision, he would have thought all the shots he had were a dream. “Look, Miroku, I appreciate everything you have done for me tonight, but I still do not want to talk about it.” A warning flashed through his amber eyes and he stormed out of the bar. It was only a few blocks to his house and the walk would help him sober up enough by the time he got there. Rounding the corner he barely heard Miroku yell, telling him to wait.
 
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Kikyo sobbed quietly when Naraku finally pulled his body away from hers. For the past two hours, he had his way with her. Doing things only lovers should do. But they weren’t lovers—not anymore. Every nerve in her body screamed out in protest whenever he touched her. It was like terrible sunburn—every touch was pure agony.
 
His large hands were rough. They gripped and pawed every inch of her exposed flesh. In some places, she could feel the bruises beginning to form. They were marks staking claim. His claim. Now, she understood. It was the if-I-can’t-have-you-no-one-can mentality. For the first time in a year, she saw how truly sick Naraku was. He was a monster. Please Inuyasha! Please hurry! She prayed over and over again, silently.
 
Naraku now fully dressed moved to hover over her. His normally dark eyes looked red—blood red and Kikyo swallowed thickly. Had he always been this way? Was she just too caught up in the passion he offered to see it? Or was it, deep down, she knew it was there, but chose to ignore it? She didn’t know. None of this made any sense, not that it really mattered anymore anyway. Because now, she was tied to her bed, completely violated by the man she—truly and honestly—deserved. She now knew that Inuyasha was way too good for her.
 
As a promiscuous teen, Kikyo had been around the block a few times. Her reputation preceded her and boys would show up from other schools to get what their girlfriends wouldn’t give them—satisfaction.
 
At first, she didn’t mind. Actually, she enjoyed it. The attention made her popular—with the boys anyway. The girls, on the other hand, hated her. They thought she was a dirty whore with absolutely no morals. They didn’t want to be her. Hell, they didn’t even want to look at her. They were right, but it took another year or so to realize the error of her promiscuous ways. That didn’t happen until the day she was approached by a man, not a boy, not a teenager, but a full-grown man. He wasn’t just any man either; he was the principal of her school.
 
Mr. Mukatsuku promised her straight A’s, a college scholarship, and privileges to the Teachers’ lounge, if she would ‘Fuck’ him the way she did her classmates.
 
A searing touch to her thigh snapped Kikyo from her thoughts and brought her back to the present. His hand slipped farther up her thigh before coming to a stop. His fingers toyed with the soft curls at the apex of her thighs and she closed her eyes. Oh god, Please, not again. Then, just like that, the hand was gone.
 
But Naraku’s dark, sinister chuckle filled the room. “I’m done for now Kikyo. I have to save myself for the grand finale, no?”
 
More tears leaked from her eyes. The silent sobs racked her abused body. When Inuyasha arrived—no matter how furious he was—he would save her…she hoped.
 
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The cool night air did exactly what Inuyasha thought it would, so did the brisk pace he set. Both had his heart pumping, effectively pushing the alcohol-induced haze away. He still wanted to forget everything but Miroku was coming too close to the truth and he just wasn’t ready for that. As he said in the car, talking about it would make it real. And nothing could be closer to the truth.
Footsteps behind him caused Inuyasha to go on the defensive. He spun around; hackles raised and came face to face with a surprised albeit sheepish looking Miroku. He fought the urge to growl. Persistent fucker. Spinning around, Inuyasha resumed his pace; Miroku fell into step beside him.
At first, the silence between the friends was thick. Then it became somewhat comfortable… then Miroku cleared his throat and made his move. “Look, Yash, I shouldn’t have said anything back there. It’s none of my business, but speculations aside, you really should talk to someone before you blow a gasket.”
Inuyasha knew Miroku was right. He knew that talking to someone would help, but despite Miroku’s sincere words, Inuyasha couldn’t stop the angry words that flew from his lips.
“You’re right. This is none of your fucking business. So until I am ready to make it any of your goddamn business… Back. The. Fuck. Off.”
His words were harsh, and by the look on Miroku’s face, there were very effective. “Fine, Inuyasha,” fury flashed in Miroku’s once carefree, violet eyes, “I’ll back off, but when you are finally ready to talk I might not be there.”
Inuyasha flinched. He didn’t want to hurt Miroku but everything that has happened has made him act irrationally. Sure, he was surly, egotistical, defiant…, but he was never hateful. The woman who used to bring out the best in him now brought out the worst. An apology was on his lips, remorse shown in his eyes, but before Inuyasha could utter a single word, Miroku turned on his heels and marched away. Once again, Inuyasha found himself alone with his troubled thoughts.

Inuyasha stood at the bottom of the driveway and stared longingly at the house he once shared with Kikyo. Now, it was just a building. There was no warmth, no love to be found. And the altercation—with Miroku—a few blocks back left a new pain on top of the one Kikyo inflicted. No matter how hard he tried, life just could not get any better. Sadly, he felt deep down that he was meant to fail.
He let out a wary sigh and steeled what was left of his crumbling resolve. With a lot of effort, Inuyasha finally managed to push himself up the driveway, through the front door, and into the kitchen. Most of the liquor was already out of his system and coming into a dark empty house, he could really use a beer. Not to get drunk, though, it was to take the chill—the dark house gave him—away. Just as he curled his finger around the can tab a blood-curdling scream rent the air.
“Inuyasha!” he dropped the beer to the floor, tore through the house, straight to the master bedroom, and froze just inside the door.
The room was dark, save for the dozen or so candles lit around the room, but it was not as dark as the rest of the house. Inuyasha and Kikyo had used candles to create a romantic atmosphere before, but this flickering glow made chills run down his spine. The candle’s small flames concealed most of the room in dark, foreboding shadows, but the one thing he could see thanks to the several candles around the bed, made his blood run cold.
Lying in the center of their bed was his—soon to be ex—wife spread eagle. Her hands were tied to the headboard above her head and her feet were tied to their respective posts. Her dark hair contrasted dramatically against the stark white linens. At first glance, she looked like a seductress trying to lure her lover into bed. But on closer inspection, he could tell it was not the case. Even if he didn’t see the utter terror in her eyes, the deep, dark bruises running the length of her body told it all.
“Kikyo?” she wasn’t supposed to be here. He told her to be gone by the time he got home, but he couldn’t keep the worry out of his voice. She might have—did—cheat on him and break his heart, but nothing was bad enough for this kind of torture.
He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly before fixing his gaze back on her fear lined face. “What is going on Kikyo?”
Her chocolate eyes closed and fresh tears ran down her cheeks, dropping off into her dark hair. Her mouth moved to say something but nothing came out. He moved closer to the bed and lowered his hear to her lips, while his hands tugged at the purple scarf around her wrists. His hands fumbled a lot because he was trying to concentrate on the whispers coming from her. After several of her attempts to speak, Kikyo finally found the strength to speak loud enough for Inuyasha to hear it.
“Behind you.” Her voice was rough, fear filled. Inuyasha’s heart stopped, his hands quit fooling with the scarf, and he turned around quickly, coming face to face with a masked man.
“Who in the fuck are you?” Inuyasha didn’t know what to expect when he found his wife tied to the bed, but it hadn’t been a masked intruder. Therefore, the strange man had the element of surprise and using that to his advantage he whipped the pistol from his waist of his pants and swung at Inuyasha.
Inuyasha never had a chance to react. The butt of the gun came down in an arc and connected with the left side of his head. Hot, white light danced in front of his eyes for a moment before everything went black.

Soft grunts drifted around the room, rousing Inuyasha from the consuming darkness. Pain radiated from the left side of his head, dizziness consumed him, and he thought he was going to vomit. Once the pain-induced vertigo released its hold, Inuyasha slowly opened his eyes. From the position of his head, he could tell he was sitting up right. In a chair perhaps. The pain still radiating from his head clogged his memories and all coherent thoughts. Leaving him to struggle with it all. Another grunt came from directly in front of him and cautiously he raised his head pain temporarily forgotten. What he saw made bile rise up his throat.
On the bed, the guy who rendered him unconscious was raping Kikyo. The masked man grunted happily with every thrust while Kikyo whimpered softly in return. Was she enjoying this? Was the first question that came to his mind, after all, she was the one that decimated their marriage for the sake of a fuck. But this was different all the bruises said so. Another whimper. This time the sounds brought his memories flooding back.
Kikyo’s blood curdling scream, her bruised body, and the masked guy hitting him in the head with a gun all flooded his mind. Inuyasha tried to jump to his feet but he was restrained to one of their wooden dining room chairs. He should have known, especially with the position Kikyo was in when he found her. That didn’t stop him though. He tried to pull his hands free, but that only brought biting pain into his wrists. The rope held fast. With a quiet hiss, he tried again. The only thing he had left was his voice.
Inuyasha stared at the scene before him for a moment before he let loose a word vomit laced with vibrant curse words and horrific threats of disembowelment. Of course, threats were just that… threats and the precarious situation he was in those words held very little meaning. Unless he could break free from his prison, his words would remain powerless.
Just as the masked man turned around and zipped his pants, Inuyasha let loose another string or—useless-obscenities.
“Tsk. Tsk. Do you really think words can hurt me you poor excuse of a man?” Naraku’s voice venom laced made Inuyasha involuntarily stop his words and move back as far as he could go in the chair. Any distance between the two men was better than nothing. Naraku laughed darkly. “Look at this Kikyo, your husband is scared. He should be because what I am going to show him would strike fear in the kamis themselves.”
Inuyasha tore his eyes away from his captor and met those of his terrified wife’s. Her eyes were shining with tears and her cheeks were wet. More anger—if that was possible—welled up inside of Inuyasha and with another desperate attempt; he tried to yank his arms free. Like the first couple of times, the ropes held fast and Inuyasha had to bite down on his cheek to keep from hissing in pain.
“Just so you know Inuyasha, your escape attempts are futile, but highly amusing. However, I have more pressing matters to deal with.” Naraku chuckled darkly and turned to face Kikyo. “Are you ready for the final act?”
Naraku began to unzip his pants again while moving toward the bed. “This is going to be the best fuck ever.”
Inuyasha had had it. He was tired of everything in his life up to this point and he would be damned if he would let this sick, sadistic fuck control any more of it. He had to find a way out of this. Trying to control his anger and more importantly his fear, he calmly spoke. “What do you want from us?”
Apparently, the calm question surprised Naraku because Inuyasha watched the man freeze and turn back around to face his prisoner. “The only think I want from you is what I’ve already had.” He turned slightly and pointed to Kikyo lying naked on their king size bed. “Her.”
All the anger he controlled—barely—before came rushing back tenfold. “You sick fuck! When I get loose, and I will, you are going to regret ever stepping foot into my house and harming my wife.” The idle threats were back.
Naraku turned back to fully face Inuyasha and lowered himself so he was eye to eye with his adversary. For the first time Inuyasha noticed the masked man’s eyes. And what he saw sent chills down his spine. In most humans, compassion, anger, sadness, and all other emotions shone brightly in their eyes. But in this man’s eyes all Inuyasha could see was hatred. The irises took on a red tint…red like an evil creature of the night. They were also soulless. Whatever this man has done stripped away his humanity and what that left behind was a monster. Even so, empty as they were there was something hauntingly familiar about those eyes, something he should—but couldn’t –remember.
Naraku just stared at Inuyasha. Taking in everything, he could about the brass, yet protecting man. He wanted to kill him for taking away the only person he ever loved, but he couldn’t, not yet. He would make him suffer just as he had to.
“No, Inuyasha, I think you have that backwards.” Leaning back on his heels, Naraku jumped to his feet divulged himself of his clothes and situated himself on the bed between Kikyo’s spread legs. “Now watch, I think you might learn a thing or two.”
Inuyasha watched helplessly as Naraku—roughly—raised Kikyo’s hips and impaled her. Kikyo let out a strangled whimper. At first, Inuyasha wondered why she wasn’t screaming calling attention to their small house. The only conclusion he could come up with was this whole ordeal has been going on for hours. Her difficulty whispering earlier was definitely a huge strain on her already abused vocal chords. What pissed him off even more was the fact that if she had been screaming, no one bothered to call for help.
Naraku’s happy grunts filled the room again. Inuyasha had to close his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see anything. He wished he could cover his ears, but if his hands were free, they would be strangling the life out of this man.
After what felt like hours, but it was probably only minutes, Naraku roared his release. Inuyasha jerked his head up just in time to see Naraku pull himself out of his wife and her exhausted, abused body sagged into the mattress. No matter the turmoil, they were going through Inuyasha still wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be all right. It wasn’t until Naraku was fully clothed that Inuyasha realized things were not going to be all right.