InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Through The Mist ❯ Ch6 ( Chapter 6 )

Warning! Child molestation!

 

Ch.6

 

I blinked my eyes, trying to get the sleep from the corners. For a second I thought I had seen a different roof. That would be weird considering I never go anywhere besides to my lake or occasionally to my friend's house for a sleepover. I rolled my shoulders, feeling a slight weight on my back and around my waist. Souta must have gotten scared in the night and crawled into bed with me. Surprising, that I didn't remember him crawling in or bawling to me about the ghost in his closet that was making noises, or the monster under the bed who was scraping and moving the bed, or the boogieman that was staring at him.

 

I rolled over, dead set at screaming my little brother out of the room, but when I turned over I nearly fainted. There wasn't a boy, instead there was a very handsome man lying beside me. He had soft silver hair, like the clouds that tumbled across his face. I felt tempted to brush it away but continued to study him. He didn't look too old, only a couple of years older than me, strange color of hair though. I realized, thankfully, he was well built, at least he was not a complete slob. He had soft facial features, a straight nose, slightly parted lips that were the color of rose pearls. He had golden amber eyes, wait, golden amber eyes! He was awake and staring at me as I admired him! That reminded me, I was in bed with a stranger! “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed breaking the light silence.

 

“Calm down Kagome.” He said in a gentle voice. Sadly that only scared me more, how in the world did he know my name? His amber orbs looked into my own, as though they could sooth away my terrified nerves.

 

“H-How do y-you know my n-name? Wh-who are you?” I stuttered. I was so confused as to why he was in a bed with me, where I was, for I now realized that I was in a different room. Neither in a friend's nor mine, but in his.

 

He thought for a moment, as though debating whether to tell me the truth or not. Finally he seemed to decide on the truth. “My name is Inu-” He started before I cut him off.

 

“Yasha.” I finished for him. “Inuyasha.” I remember the name from somewhere. It was clear in a cloud of fog. Now I was even more curious as to who the stranger beside me was.

 

“Yes, I'm Inuyasha.” He said slowly, considering his every word. I was surprised that he took the time to do that, although I was thankful, if he said the wrong thing I'd probably freak out, well more. He seemed happy that I remembered him. “We met yesterday.” He said, trying to bring up some memories.

 

I began to shake my and say I had no idea. Maybe we met at a bar and we got really drunk then had hot steamy sex that I couldn't remember. I cursed the fates for giving me a hot man to take my virginity then not let me remember. Then I remembered it all; Kouga tried to rape me. I had to stifle a sob, I thought I loved him, but he abused not only my trust, but also my body. Then the boy, Inuyasha, came and saved me. I didn't think I could trust him and I still don't. I must have fainted because I don't remember anything after that. But the dream, what nonsense! Ha, demons! I thought cockily. They could never exist, but it seemed so real.

 

“That doesn't explain why we're in bed together!” I snapped. The fear that had been drained from my body was now replaced with intense anger. I was ready to bite off anything that came in my direction.

 

“After you fainted, you remember that right?” He questioned in an awkward tone. I realized it wasn't a rhetorical question so I nodded quite intent on hearing his sad excuse of a story. When he saw me respond he continued, “I brought you here, to my home.” When he saw that I was going to interrupt he hurriedly shushed me and went on. “Yes, this is my home and this is my bedroom.” He said, unwrapping his arms from my torso. I barely noticed that his arms were around me but I have to admit, I didn't mind as much as I should of. Before he gestured to the room to prove his point.

 

“But-” I began. I was ready to get to the bottom of things right now. He sat up to look at me. I blushed, noticing that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I could have sworn that I was related to a tomato, I could never blush subtly, no it was always a screaming loud red. I immediately began to stare at the blankets between us, positive to look anywhere but at the godly figure in front of me.

 

“No interruptions. If you want a full explanation you have to keep quiet.” He said sternly, giving me a daring look, as though wanting me to say something just to prove his point. “Anyway, I brought you here because if your mother is anything like the average mother.” I was tempted to say something but closed my mouth, biting hard on my lip. Why was a simple explanation seemingly taking forever? “I figured she wouldn't be that happy if she saw a man she'd never seen nor met before, carry her limp daughter into her home. If your mother was anything like mine, I doubt she would be happy or think the best of it. Your at your lake, you probably have tons of friends around.” I noticed his eyes scanned the room as he said that. Not odd, but a little unusual. “Get one of them to cover for you. Anyway, back to my point. I only have one bed in the house and I got tired.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

 

My mouth fell open. “That's your excuse!” I shrieked. He came into bed with me without my permission! And just because there was no other bed in his house! My face turned an angry red, brighter than my tomato coloring. I was seething; he was an appealing, no appalling, disgusting creature! I was close to going to go savage on him and just kill him on the spot. I decided to voice my thoughts, being the loud mouth person I am. Of course I added some profane language with it. “You are the most disgusting perverted man I've ever met! More than that damn Miroku!” I shouted, quickly slamming my mouth shut. I didn't need this stalker guy knowing any of my friend's names. “How the hell do you think you can take me into your bed without my fucking permission!” I screamed. “Just because there's no other fucking bed?” I yelled though my voice was going raspy from the strain. I was seeing red.

 

“You make it sound worse than it really is.” He said waving his hand in a dismissal. How the hell is that any worse than I make it sound? “It's not like I raped you or anything, right?” He continued to babble on about how I make little things worse than they are. I blocked him out of my mind, what if I had been raped? What would I do? I might become pregnant? My friends would hate me. Every one would think I was a slut. My mother would look down upon me; she would be disappointed in me, her little girl. I let out a quite sob, hoping he wouldn't hear me. But today it seemed my luck had run out for he immediately looked up at me, stopping his blabbering.

 

“Are you alright?” He asked eyes and voice laced with concern. I looked up at him, my eyes brimming with tears. I couldn't believe he asked me that question. What an insensitive prick! I was ready to chew his head off but when I opened my mouth only a low groan came out. Work of my previous yelling.

 

I settled for a raspy whisper, although I'm not positive he heard me. “You raped me.” I squeezed my eyes closed. I just wanted to be at home, away from men, with the exception of Miroku, forever. They constantly screwed me over. My father, who got drunk, packed up my seven-year-old body, full of innocence; all ready to go in our new car and had an accident. Fortunately I wasn't physically damaged, only him who died shortly after. I have been traumatized since then. I still have nightmares. I don't know why men have such an obsession with my body.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~

 

I was seven years old and on top of the world. I felt like I knew everything. My mommy and daddy were so proud, which made me proud. They said I was the smartest seven-year-old they ever met the cutest too. They each loved me to pieces and I loved them back. But that wasn't enough for daddy. He loved not only my mind but also my body. I remember when he hugs me he grips my butt. I'd giggle and squeal, `Daddy, stop that! It's tickles!' Sometimes he'd even go deeper in-between my legs, but only when mommy wasn't around. I wondered why.

 

One-day daddy came home but he smelled really bad. Kind of like the wine mommy and him keep as a collection. I'm not supposed to touch it cause it's bad. But anyway, daddy came home and gave me a big hug, this time he put his hand between my legs again. Then he did something really gross; he began to pull down my pants. “Daddy, what are you doing?” I asked my blue eyes bright with confusion.

 

Then mommy came through the back door and shouted, “Kagome, Souta, I'm home.” I guess she didn't know daddy was home. I was about to yell that daddy was home and we were over here but daddy clamped a hand over my mouth. I looked at him confused. He looked really desperate, like a deer caught in the headlights. I heard mommy say that before, she was so pretty and smart.

 

“Kaggome.” He slurred; I'd never heard him talk like this before. “We're playin' a gaame with mommmmy, kay?” He asked with a funny voice. I nodded, I liked games, and I usually won. “Don' teeell heer where we are. We're going for a caaar ride.” He said.

 

“Okay daddy.” I said, “Can Souta come too?” I asked. I knew my two-year-old brother liked to play games too. But he just shook his head but then he looked kind of dizzy and grabbed at an invisible post. He seemed like he was going to fall until he grasped my head. “Ouch!” I tried to scream but he but his hand over my mouth. He jerked my head up and I noticed a weird look in his eyes, but I trusted daddy.

 

We walked out to the car and daddy put me in the back seat. He strapped me in before going to the drivers seat. Once he was in we began to drive off; I noticed his eyes kept lingering on me through the rear view mirror. I saw that we were swerving a lot and getting angry calls from other drivers but daddy didn't care.

 

We went onto a side road but we didn't park. I began to ask him why but he undid his seatbelt and climbed into the back with me. I noticed that he had a big bulge in his pants and I poked it. He let out a loud groan before grabbing my hand and doing it again. I didn't like it anymore but daddy wanted me to, so I did. He undid his pants and slid them and his undies off. I saw that his private part was really pointy and poked it. He let out a loud moan and grabbed my smaller one in his. Next he guided my hand to his pointy thing. He began to rub my hand up and down it. Every time he would moan a little more and a little deeper in his throat. I started to cry and scream, “Daddy! Stop I don't like this game any more! Please stop!” But he didn't hear me over his grunts.

 

His private got a little wet then he grabbed the back of my head and put it over his thing. “Suck.” He ordered. It looked really gross but mommy and daddy always said try it before saying that you hate it. I guess if daddy said it was all right, it was. I opened my lips and licked the tip. He shuddered and let out a grunt. He pushed my head down so that I swallowed all of his pointy. I gagged as it went in too far but I didn't have a chance to complain because he started to bob my head up and down. It tasted kind of salty, not very nice at all. “Harder.” He commanded. I sobbed and sucked hard. It was growing bigger and bigger and it began to hurt my throat. He bobbed me back and forth, jerking my head up and down grunting and groaning. He sounded a lot like a pig. I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head as a blast of salty stuff went into my throat. He didn't let me up yet so I was forced to swallow it all.

 

Finally he let me up. “Thanks sweetie. Diiiid you like the game?” He asked, his eyes going back into focus. He slowly pulled up his pants and got into the front of the car. I wiped my lips, trying to get the salty taste out of my mouth.

 

“No, daddy, I didn't.” I answered, tears streamed down my cheeks but daddy didn't listen. We drove home in silence, we were still swerving a lot but we managed to get home safely.

 

Before we got out of the car daddy said, “I know you didn't like the game but we can't tell mommy, kkkay?” I nodded my head. I just wanted to get away from him; he was being really weird. “Kay, lesss go.” He finished getting out of the car, I soon followed.

 

I didn't see or talk to daddy for the next two days, I was happy but I never could get the gross memory, or taste for a matter fact, out of my head. Nor did I tell anyone about daddy and my game. It was our secret.

 

The third day daddy came back, he smelt bad again. It was later in the evening, mommy, grandpa, and Souta were visiting our neighbor and I was home alone. “Hi daddy.” I greeted intent on playing with my video game. But he didn't care he took my hand and led me out into his car. I hoped we weren't going to play the game again. Before we left daddy wrote a note saying him and me were going out and that we'd be back later.

 

“Iii know you didn't like that gaame, but we're goin' t'play again.” He said. I didn't want to but daddy didn't listen, we just drove to our spot. Again, he didn't park the car, just sat there. He crawled into the back and when he got there daddy didn't take his pants off yet, but he still had the big bulge. I didn't want to poke it today.

 

He undid my pants and put a finger by my pee hole. He started rubbing me with his finger. It kind of felt nice but I felt really dirty at the time. He found a different hole that I didn't know about and began to rub it. I felt myself get wet and I wondered if it was the same stuff that daddy had had on his pointy thing two days ago. Then he stuck his finger in my hole, I didn't want to make the pig noises that daddy had made so I bit my lip so hard it began to bleed. Daddy noticed I wasn't making any noise so he asked me why not. When I told him the truth he slapped me hard across the cheek. This time I made noise and let out a loud cry. He began to pump his finger inside me. It felt really weird, not that nice but I let out the pig sounds so he wouldn't slap me again.

 

He undid his pants and I began to squirm, I didn't want him to make me swallow his private. I was thankful that he didn't grab my hands or my head but put his peepee banana near my pee hole. I didn't want to open my legs but he pulled them apart, maybe daddy wasn't so great after all. He began to rub his popsicle near my hole; he was really wet I could feel. I shuddered when he did then he screamed at me, “You like that slut! Don't you?” He wasn't talking very good. I wondered what a `slut' was but I didn't dare ask.

 

He took his popsicle away and began to yell at me. I saw it coming, a big truck, I let out an ear-shattering scream but daddy didn't listen. When the semi hit the car straight in the front his body fell across mine like a shield. Soon ambulances came. I was okay but daddy wasn't. Our bums were still naked but I was too worried about daddy to notice. He didn't look good; he was very pale.

 

The people in the ambulance brought us to the hospital. I was fine and was free to go home but daddy was in a coma or something like that. When mommy, Souta, Grandpa and I were at home the police came to us. They wanted to know why we didn't have any pants on when we were found. “It's daddy and my game.” I answered. “But I'm not supposed to tell people. It's a secret.” The police said it was okay to tell him and mommy did too, so I told them. “This is the second time we played. He would come home smelling stinky, then we'd go somewhere, I don't know the name, but where the accident was. The first time he had a big bulge in his pants, then he made me play with his privates. I had to suck on it and touch it.” I answered truthfully. “The second time he played with my privates then he put his popsicle by my hole. He called me a slut because I flinched when he touched me there. He started yelling at me then the truck hit.” The police wrote down everything I said. Somewhere in there my mom burst into tears, it wasn't that bad of a game.

 

“Did he ever put his banana in you?” Asked a police lady. I shook my head no. Mommy let out a sigh of relief. I wondered why, just because it tasted icky didn't mean that it was really bad, I mean daddy liked it.

 

Daddy never came home. I noticed mommy never cried about daddy anymore, it was like she forgot about him. She hugged me a lot more now. One day we got a phone call that daddy had died, me, Souta, Grandpa and mom didn't cry at all. Mommy said we shouldn't.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Then there was Kouga, now Inuyasha. I sighed, I hoped I wasn't pregnant. Then I looked up at him. He seemed offended; “I didn't rape you.” He snapped. I don't know why but I trusted him. I looked up at him and saw two small flecks on his head. I went onto my knees to get a better look and I saw two dog-ears. They were silvery white with pink skin inside. I squealed, they were so cute! Then I realized, they were dog-ears. The dream came back at me in a flash. I fainted before he could even say a word in defense.