InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tragic Demise ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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(So, are you breathing?

So, do you breathe?

Wake up are you alive

Will you listen to me)

When she awoke again, it was close to dusk, and she was alone. With painstaking care and effort and a great amount of will power Kagome was able to pull herself from the pool of now caked blood and stand precariously on her feet. She was sore in places she didn't even know she had and at the moment didn't want. She tentatively took a step towards the stairs and found it easier to take the steps that followed. Going up the stairs was a completely different story, though. Her muscles groaned in protest as she slowly ascended them.

She must have been in shock or something to remain so calm through that entire laborious process, but when she finally reached the bathroom and beheld herself in the mirror, she uttered a blood-curdling scream straight from her soul.

(I can hear the voice

But I don't want to listen

Strap me down and tell me

I'll be all right)

Sobbing uncontrollably she blearily accessed the damage. Her left eye was swollen shut and her left cheek had four deep gashes from Inuyasha's claws. She had bite marks on one of her breasts and her neck and shoulder. She was covered with scratches and bruises from head to toe and she had a sprained ankle from when she fell down the stairs. Also she believed her wrist was fractured or broken from the amount of swelling she could see, caused by the tight grip Inuyasha had on it and her struggles.

"BASTARD!" she shrieked, obliterating the mirror with her fists. She felt so dirty. She should have fought harder, she should have stopped him, but alas, the voice of reason told her there was no way she could have stopped him, there was nothing she could have done. Dropping to her knees, ignoring the glass that imbedded itself in them with the impact and were slowly digging their way deeper into them, she cried her heart and soul out until there was nothing left. Nothing left but the consuming desire to get revenge. The man she had once loved had taken something very precious from her and she had been helpless to stop him. She could never forgive him for the atrocious crime he had committed.

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Dusk was fast approaching and he was still running. He had no clue where he was or where he was going. The last thing he remembered was jumping down the well and running through the forest. The tears had long since dried and from that welled up an immense self-loathing.

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Sighing in frustration, Sango began trudging back to Kaede's hut. She had lost her prey again. It was so much easier to get food with Inuyasha and Kagome around. Kagome usually brought food from her time and when they did run out Inuyasha usually did the hunting. Not only that but everything was so boring and lonely without them both there. It had been two months since Kagome and Inuyasha had ventured off alone to fight that serpent youkai and they had not seen or heard from either one since. Shippou had sensed Inuyasha's return from Kagome's time, but since Shippou hadn't much training in hunting or tracking, he easily lost Inuyasha's trail. They had all assumed that it was just another of the couples squabbles, but as the weeks rolled by, their worry increased, and they realized that something was amiss.

Slowly walking down the beaten path back to Kaede's hut, she allowed a few tears to leak out. She never showed her weakness around the kitsune or monk. Only in these few spare moments when she was completely and utterly along did she allow herself to cry, and even then it was usually just a tear or two that she allowed out before she slammed the floodgates shut once more.

From behind two strong arms wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into a warm, hard, pleasantly muscular torso, the hot breath of the man she loves, caressed her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"It's ok to cry Sango. None of us will call you weak," he whispered gently in her ear.

"You may not say so to my face, but I know that you will think it."

"Sango, you are female, it's to be expected for you to cry at least occasionally."

"Are you suggesting that I become weak and helpless like one of them as well?" she asked angrily.

"No, only that you allow your emotions to show through every once in a while. It's not healthy to keep it bottled up inside you know."

Pulling out of his grasp, she turned to face him, his arms remaining stubbornly around her waist, clinging firmly to her lower back, just above her butt.

"Houshi-sama, I'm warning you! One finger goes passed where it is and you'll never have children!"

"My dear Sango! What made you think I would try something like that?"

Silence reigned supreme over the small clearing for about thirty seconds until…

"HENTAI!"

~SMACK~

~THUD~
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Sitting in a cave somewhere in a secluded forest a huddled figure sat hugging its knees to its chest, occasionally, rocking back and forth, muttering incoherent things to itself sat a very lonely, out of place figure.

(What a skeletal wreck of a man this is)

Inuyasha had been living in that cave for the past two months, occasionally leaving to get a drink, eat, or to go to Kagome's time to discretely check on her.

(Translucent flesh and feeble bones,

The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes)

His form had greatly diminished during the course of the two months. Going from a lean well-built young man to an anorexic shell of his former majesty. He didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. Now that he was permanently human he finally realized that he never wanted to become a full youkai. He missed his hanyou form.

(We all have a little sin that needs venting)

He finally figured out what had happened. When Kagome's arrow had embedded itself into his arm, it had begun purifying his youkai blood. So in a last ditch effort to stay alive, his youkai blood had completely taken over causing him to fulfill his deepest desire but in a way that he had never wanted to happen.

(What the fuck is all this for?

[What the hell is goin' on?]

Shut up!)

But there was nothing he could do about it now. She hated him. That was proven when she caught him in the tree by her window and she tried to kill him with one of her arrows. She had fared as badly as he had over the two months. Her once glossy, silken hair, now hung limp and dull, her once rosy cheeks and lips were pale, as white as the underbelly of a fish, her eyes no longer held that fire they once had and her left cheek sported four long, ugly gashes that ran from temple to chin, a token of what he had done to her.

(Say you're me and I'm you

And they all watching the things you do

And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs

Haven't felt like this in years

The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse

Let me go and punch me into the dead spot again

That's where you go when there's no one else around

It's just you

And there was never anyone else there to begin with now was there?)

The one time when she had caught him checking on her, he had only been caught because he had seen her sitting on her bed, back to the window with one of her arrowheads poised over her wrist. When she had sliced down upon her wrist mercilessly with it, Inuyasha had nearly lost his balance from sheer shock, but caught himself on one of the braches in front of him that helped to conceal him, causing it to hit her window. When she had discovered him, she had shrieked, grabbed her bow and arrows and began to fire at him. He desperately wanted her to forgive him, but how could he expect that of her when he couldn't even forgive himself.

(So remember you're a wreck, an accident

Forget the freak, you're just nature

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean

Shit snort and blast feme

Let the head's cool and the engine run

Because in the end everything you do is just everything you've done)


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That night two months ago, Kagome's mother had found her half dead in the bathtub. Kagome had tried to drown herself after she had sat there for an eternity crying her heart and soul out, but her mother had come home earlier than expected, sensing something was wrong at home, to find Kagome submerged in the crimson water. She hadn't been there too long, only about 2 minutes at the most. They had been lucky that time. About a month later when they found out she was pregnate she had almost bled to death after she had grabbed a kitchen knife and began slicing away at her wrists and arms. From that ordeal she wound up in the hospital for a month. Amazingly she hadn't lost the baby, by some miracle, much to her dismay.

After that they had put her in the psyche ward again for a few weeks. But now she was home again. She spent her days staring blankly at the wall reliving that night in her mind and plotting her revenge. And she spent her nights in a similar fashion, although at night was when she would occasionally eat, and rarely sleep.

She spent her time much as Inuyasha was spending his. Each one was wallowing in their individual self-pity and misery.

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