InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Boyfriend ❯ Betrayal ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Xakana

Disclaimer: InuYasha, Kagome and anyone else you saw in the manga or anime does not belong to me. Yukio does. If I saw so much as a shiny penny for this story, you think I'd be writing fanfiction still? Okay, I would… Damn other authors and their more interesting universes…

Genre: Angst, Romance

Rating: M
Codes: Kag/OC, Inu/Kag
Feedback: Keeps my muse talking and the stories coming! Do tell. But if you have a flame, use it for something more productive, like setting your clothes on fire.

Warning! This is the dark chapter I alluded to. It contains non-consensual material, violence and dark psychological themes.

The Boyfriend
Chapter 9

Kagome stood at the park, where she had asked Yukio to meet her rather than the movie theatre. She was the only one there for a long time, since she had come very early to figure out how she wanted to say it. Finally, he stepped into view, walking towards her and watching his feet. When he looked up, his face was unreadable and his eyes were dark. He looked rather threatening, with the red ends of his black hair standing out against his pale skin like blood. She was unhappily reminded of Jakotsu for a moment and she fought the chill that swept over her.

“You asked to meet here?” Yukio asked, stopping a short distance away. He looked suspicious. `Well, he's right to be, isn't he?' she thought nervously. She was here to break up with him.

“I can't see you anymore,” she said, using the blunt approach he seemed to prefer.

“I see,” he said.

“I'm sorry,” Kagome said. “I didn't think it was right to tell you over the phone,” she added when the silence stretched on.

“It's the guy on the other side of the well, isn't it?” he asked.

“No, Yukio. I mean, that's part of it,” she added when his eyes narrowed. “But it's really that I don't have any feelings for you. I like you and I enjoy being with you…”

“But you don't like me `like that,'” he said, mockingly. Kagome took a step back.

“No, I don't,” she said, forcing herself to stand her ground. “I'm sorry.”

“No, you aren't,” he said. “But you're going to be.”

“Huh?” Kagome was becoming frightened now. Yukio's hair had fallen to completely obscure his face and his voice had deepened with emotion.

“Do you know what my name means, Kagome?” he asked, not looking up.

“No…” she said, wondering what names had to do with anything.

“It means `gets what he wants.' I get what I want, Kagome.” Yukio finally looked up at her and she gasped. There was a decidedly red tint to his eyes, the gold flecks completely changed. She knew it was a trick of the light, but it still scared her. “What I want is you, Kagome. And I will have you.” He grabbed her wrist suddenly and pulled her close. “Did you think I was just some game you could play, to make that other guy jealous?”

“No,” Kagome protested and tried to pull back. “Let me go, Yukio!” His grip tightened and he pressed his lips to hers, grabbing the back of her head when she tried to fight him. She slapped him as soon as she was able to pull back and he slapped her back. Shocked, angry and scared, Kagome tried to run. Yukio stopped her by grabbing her hair and pulling her back.

“If this is our last time together, I wanted it to be sweet,” he said. “But if you won't cooperate, that doesn't mean I'll stop. I will have you.” His hand wrapped around her throat and he held her from behind. She struggled, but he was much stronger than he looked. “Things can go one of two ways tonight, Kagome. We can make love…” Kagome shrieked, but his other hand clapped over her mouth, cutting it short. “Or I can fuck you.” He spun her around, narrowly missing being kicked in the leg. “Either way, I get what I want.”

“No!” she screamed. Kagome started fighting seriously then, realizing that he meant what he was saying. She kicked at him and he hit her again. This time, he didn't let go and he shook her until her teeth rattled. He dragged her off into a copse of trees and she fought with all the strength she had built shooting her bow, fighting youkai and traveling for several hours a day, but it was no use. Yukio wasn't a youkai, so she couldn't use any of her sporadic holy powers against him. She had no one here to help her and he was obviously no weakling himself.

He took the time to carefully remove her shirt without ripping it, hitting her on the side of her head so that she bit her tongue and the world swam when she struggled. She couldn't believe this was happening and in her mind, she was desperately waiting for InuYasha to save her, even though she knew he wasn't coming. She had told him that she could do this on her own. She tried to scream for help, but Yukio would just squeeze her throat or slap her again. Finally, irritated by her incessant attempts to call for help, he balled up her shirt and shoved it into her mouth until it was choking her.

The entire time it happened, she kept trying to convince herself that it wasn't. She fought tooth and nail, fist and foot, but Yukio was bigger, stronger and just as determined. Kagome grew weak from fighting and from being struck in the head repeatedly and her cries were feeble by the time the boy was done with her. The worst was when he leaned in and kissed her gently as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

“You are beautiful, Kagome. I'll miss you,” he said.

“Fuck you,” she choked out.

“Once was enough for me,” he said. “Good-bye.” He stood up, adjusted his clothing and threw her back her shirt after using it to clean himself off. Kagome had curled into a fetal position and was crying her eyes out. She didn't see or hear him walk away. She lied there for a long time, hoping someone would find her and help her. But as the night grew late, she knew she was alone and no one was coming for her. So she put herself back in her bra and put her shirt back on. She crawled to her knees, in more pain than she had ever felt in her life.

Kagome threw up. She heaved until she was empty, and then fell back into a kneeling position. She wiped her mouth with her shirt. She was going to throw it away when she got home anyway. She forced herself to get shakily to her feet and cried out when she tried to take a step. She glanced down at the blood running down her leg and nearly fell again as a wave of vertigo gripped her.

She made her legs work, hissing past the throbbing between them, taking one step after another. The shrine came into view so slowly it seemed like she would never get home. She kicked her shoes off at the door and opened it. She walked quickly past her mother, refusing to answer her questions and ran up the stairs, flinching at the pain each step gave her. She got into her bedroom and ripped her clothes off, throwing them into the corner. She stepped over to her mirror and looked at herself in it. Her face was red from being slapped over and over and her eyes were swollen from crying.

Thunder sounded overhead and she realized for the first time that she was soaking wet. She didn't remember it starting to rain. She couldn't remember why there was mud all over her knees. She needed a bath, but she heard her mother on the other side of her door and she didn't want to talk. So she grabbed a pair of pajamas, yanked them on and threw herself into bed.

“Kagome-chan, what's wrong?” her mother called from the other side of her door.

“I broke up with Yukio,” Kagome called back, wanting to be alone. She didn't want her mother to know how stupid she had been. She didn't want anyone to know what had happened. She just wanted to take a bath and then go to sleep and never wake up.

“Can I do anything?” her mother asked.

“No,” Kagome snapped, the tears springing to her eyes again. “I just want to be alone.”

“If you need to talk, you know where I am,” her mother said.

“Thanks, Mama,” Kagome called back.

“I love you, Kagome,” her mother called.

“Love you, too,” Kagome called back and covered her face with her pillow, suddenly hating the colors in her room. She turned over and held the pillow tightly to her face, wishing she could just suffocate. `If I had never gone out with him in the first place, this never would have happened,' Kagome thought. `I should have just waited for InuYasha to come around.' Shame and guilt mixed in her until she thought she was drowning in it and finally she drifted into the oblivion of sleep.

To be continued…

A/N: (after school special warning) If you or someone you know is the victim of rape, the first thing you should know is that it is not your or his/her fault. It is never the victim's fault, no matter the circumstances or what anyone might say and you have the right to say no at any point and have your `stop' respected, no matter when or what gender you are. At least, in the United States. I would love to say anywhere in the world, but what is a human right isn't always a legal right. FACT: OVER 60 percent of rapes in the US (which has the highest percentage of reported rapes in the world) are NOT reported officially. Many victims of the crime are attacked by people they know and trust. While the US has 20 times the amount of rapes reported in Japan, the rate in Japan is low because the police do virtually nothing. Men can get off on the smallest technicality. However, it is still important, wherever you are, to report the crime, immediately, and seek medical and psychological help as soon as possible. Don't keep silent about it, that's what allows those appalling statistics to continue and there is no reason why you should have to suffer alone or in silence. If you are in the United States, you can call 1-800-656-HOPE. On the internet, this sheet lists the steps you should take when you've been attacked or if you are dealing with a friend who has: http://www.rainn.org/what-should-i-do/index.html . If you need any further information, feel free to contact me and, if I am able, I will get it for you.