InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Boyfriend ❯ Repercussions ( Chapter 12 )

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.

 

 

The Boyfriend
Chapter 12

 

Over the next few weeks, InuYasha tried to talk to Kagome several times. Each time he came near her, though, she shied away. She was acting completely out of character for her—timid, frightened and weak. Each time he saw the fear in Kagome's eyes, another ounce of hatred for Yukio piled onto the growing mound of seething rage inside of him. At night, she cried in her sleep and he would sit next to her, carefully not touching her and feeling utterly useless until she stopped.

 

He thought about his decision to be with Kagome nearly all the time now. He had been relieved when he chose her, as though a heavy object had left his shoulders. He understood it had something to do with no longer denying his feelings, but other than that, he couldn't grasp why he felt better attaching himself to Kagome than he had trying to maintain his relationship with Kikyo. He had told Kikyo how he felt about her, but she hadn't embraced him and shared the sentiment. She hadn't even ever forgiven him for something he never did.

 

Kagome had forgiven him for everything he did to her. Every pain he caused her. He hadn't even really realized how bad it was until she inflicted the same pain on him. He hadn't been as strong as her. He couldn't handle her belonging to someone else. That had been what allowed him to make the decision to choose Kagome, in the end. He couldn't abide the thought of losing her to someone else and he couldn't tolerate not having the right to forbid her to attach herself to another person.

 

He knew it was time to offer the same to her in return and he wanted to tell her that, but she never allowed them to be alone anymore. She stayed with Sango and Shippo almost all the time, avoiding Miroku like he was diseased. InuYasha knew that Miroku's feelings were hurt that Kagome wouldn't go near him, but he had no sympathy.

 

“How do you think I feel?” He snapped at Miroku one night when the girls and Shippo were off bathing and the monk had been sulking all day.

 

“What do you mean, InuYasha?” Miroku asked, startled.

 

“I mean… you're moping around because she doesn't trust you, but she doesn't even trust me right now.” InuYasha glared up at the full moon in the sky.

 

“She still walks next to you,” Miroku said. “She doesn't look at you like you might attack her at any moment. I think it's clear that she trusts you, InuYasha. If she didn't, she wouldn't be here right now.”

 

“Unless she's just hiding from him here,” InuYasha grumbled. He felt better from what Miroku had said, though. He knew the monk was right, he was just arguing out of frustration.

 

“If that were true, then she wouldn't have gone back to her time to start her school again. She goes back and forth with you, so she's obviously not hiding from either time. Just me,” Miroku sighed.

 

“She's not hiding from you,” InuYahsa said, rolling his eyes. “Although I'm sure she'd feel safer around you if you weren't such a lecher. If you want her to stop avoiding you, why don't you shave your head and start obeying some of those vows you supposedly took?” Miroku's eyes went wide and he touched his hair protectively.

 

“I'm sure she'll eventually come around again. She just needs time,” Miroku said, closing his eyes and trying to hide the twitch in his eye from the suggestion InuYasha had just made.

 

“I hope you're right,” InuYasha said. “Because if she doesn't, then I'm going to kill that little fucker no matter what Kagome says.” A dark look passed over Miroku's eyes as he opened them again.

 

“Well, I'm sure you'll have been here with me all night if something happens to that boy,” the monk said quietly. InuYasha glanced over at him, a little surprised by his agreement. He decided that if Miroku wasn't trying to talk him out of it, then he probably wasn't wrong. Still, he had made a promise to Kagome and he didn't know if he could really handle having a human boy's death on his hands, no matter how much he hated him. It didn't mean he couldn't still get revenge, though.

 

 

On the next new moon, InuYasha did something he never had before. He left everyone asleep in camp and went through the well. He climbed out using the ladder that stayed there for Kagome and cursed his human form's weakness. But he remembered that Kagome told Yukio about him and the well and he didn't want the boy to know he was a hanyo, for Kagome's sake. She was always hiding his ears in her time, so he decided this was the easiest way. He walked to the main house and was happy to see Mrs. Higurashi waiting for him, just like he had asked.

 

“InuYasha?” She did a double take upon seeing him and he ignored it. None of Kagome's family had ever seen him in his human form, so he had expected it.

 

“Yeah, it's me,” he said. “Where does he live?”

 

“Why are you human?” she asked, holding out a piece of paper. He opened it and read the instructions, then tucked it into his sleeve.

 

“Kagome didn't tell you that I turn human every now and then?” he asked, careful not to mention why he was human.

 

“No.”

 

“Good to know she didn't blab the secret to the whole world,” he said. “Too many people already know.”

 

“Be careful,” Mrs. Higurashi said. “I didn't know that you would be doing this… like that.”

 

“Kagome told me that I can't kill him,” InuYasha said. “I can take care of one stupid little human boy like this.”

 

“You're just a boy yourself,” she whispered. He blinked at her, unsure how to respond. “You just… look much younger like that.”

 

“Keh,” he dismissed, then turned and walked off, taking the paper out now and then to find his way. It took him two hours, but he found the boy's house. Once he was standing in front of it, he wasn't sure what to do. He undoubtedly had parents, so he couldn't just barge into the house. He didn't know which room was his, so he couldn't just drag him out of bed. He walked up to the nearest window and peeked in, realizing that he had never seen the boy and Kagome had never described him. What if he had a brother?

 

A face appeared in front of him and he took a step back. For a moment, he had thought he was looking into Sesshomaru's eyes. The window opened and the boy looked out at him. They stared at each other a moment and InuYasha cursed his human nose for not being able to tell him if he had found the right person.

 

“Yukio?” he asked after a few minutes.

 

“Who are you?” the boy asked back. He had strange hair—red-tipped black and it covered most of his face. The cold eyes made InuYasha certain that he had found who he was looking for.

 

“Kagome's boyfriend,” InuYasha answered. The boy slammed the window shut and InuYasha heard a clicking sound. “What's wrong?” he asked, “You're only tough around girls?”

 

“Go away. I have no business with you.” Yukio's eyes were filled with fear and InuYasha smiled.

 

“Oh, we have business all right,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “You stop being a coward and come out of there!”

 

“Go to hell.”

 

“You first,” InuYasha said, and then punched the glass. His hand passed through it and he ignored the pain as shards sliced into the flesh. He caught Yukio by the front of his shirt and pulled him back into the window. A few pieces fell, but it didn't break again. He pulled at the broken pieces, trying to dig them out so he could pull Yukio through. The boy squirmed violently, then grabbed a piece of broken glass and stabbed InuYasha in the arm. InuYasha flinched, but didn't give up his objective. Yukio wiggled out of his shirt and backed away. InuYasha reached down and turned the lock as he had seen Yukio do.

 

“I'm calling the police,” Yukio said, turning to run. InuYasha got the window open and leapt into the room before he made it to the door.

 

“You should never have touched her,” InuYasha growled as he bounced Yukio's head off the hard, wooden floor. He heard a noise off in the house and dragged the boy back through the window by his hair. Yukio kicked and hit at him, but InuYasha was still stronger than him in human form. He dragged him into the shadows, ignoring the blows as best he could. Yukio swung at him and InuYasha saw the glint of glass a moment before it contacted his face. He knocked it away, blinking in pain. Then he turned every ounce of fury he had burning inside of him on the human cowering in front of him. Fist and foot connected repeatedly with Yukio as InuYasha beat him within an inch of his life.

 

When he heard sirens, he finally released Yukio, who slumped to the ground, barely breathing. InuYasha decided there was one thing left to do and he lifted the broken piece of glass. He looked down at Yukio, whose eyes were swollen closed and slapped him. The eyes opened as much as they were able and InuYasha showed him the glass. The boy gasped and tried to push InuYasha off, but he had no strength left. InuYasha grabbed his hair and used it to hold his head still as he carved two careful characters into his forehead—Zainin—branding him a criminal. He smiled at his work. It could also be read `tsumibito'—sinner—and InuYasha was finally satisfied. He hoped it would serve as a warning to any other girls the bastard might try to hurt. He had carved it so deeply that he knew it would scar perfectly and he also knew that the boy needed medical attention or he might bleed to death. So he threw Yukio into the street and ran off into the night, his—and Kagome's—vengeance done.

 

 

To be continued…

 

A/N: I would have had InuYasha carve `rapist' into Yukio's head, but there is no word for that in Japanese. And any modern or English-derived equivalent wouldn't be in InuYasha's vocabulary. If the beating description seemed a little short it's that there wasn't much that could be written for it. Besides, this way, you can imagine it in any way you wish.