InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Turns ❯ Fucking Nightmare ( Chapter 2 )
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By: theatrechick0920 
A familiar face
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 427 | Status: Work In Progress
A familiar face
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 427 | Status: Work In Progress
Oi you people had better be happy I sleep very restlessly, otherwise this story would not be written. Anyways please review. We writers live for your comments. Thanks to Fireychicka24 especially, if not for her well i probably would be wasting my time else where. oh and the song of the chapter is "Black Roses Red" by Alana Grace. It is also featured in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants movie when Lena jumps into the water when she is sad. I watched that movie today. anyways enjoy. don't forget to review even if it is to tell me it sucks or its amazing or that pinnochio has a long nose. Warning Mature Content - so you are warned.
Disclaimer: still don't own any part of Inuyasha, except for the $40 I spent on the 4 of the books but that would be it.
"Damnit...." Kagome sat up groggily opening her eyes to the dim light coming through the grimey glass of her window. Her body ached all over, her limbs ached and she didn't want to move. Mikagi had been a lot worse lately and it was definetly starting to show. Kagome sat up and pulled off her sheets. "Fuck" she said quietly, her sheets were stained crimson, she had been so tired the night before that she had forgotten to wash her cuts. No wonder she was so sore. She took a quick glance at the clock, she didn't have time to take a bath. She ran into the bathroom and washed her face, dragging a brush through her matted hair she ran back into her room and yanked the sheets off her bed into the laundry basket. She pulled on her uniform and picked up her backpack and walked out the door. Relieved that she had done her homework early yesterday she breathed easier.
Glancing at her watch she realized she was almost late. Sprinting the last bit up the steps she crashed into a tall boy, his long silver hair tied back in pony tail. He quickly caught her up in his arms.
"Are you alright?" his voice was calm and deep, it brought her back from her daze looking at this man in front of her, he was beautiful, his tan skin and muscles stood out nicely against his black shirt. Definetly not a student. She mentally shook herself, she couldnt' do this. Hastily she stood up.
"Yes, thankyou." she mumbled hurriedly running into the building. Getting away from the tall stranger as quickly as possible, her heart still fluttering. Kagome took her seat in her English class and took out a notebook.
As usual the morning passed without Kagome really registering what was going on around her. Everyone jabbing on around her and sometimes even to her. As the bell rang for lunch break Kagome left the building and headed towards the park, sketch book in hand. She settled herself on her usual bench and began to draw, not really sure what she was doing.
"Excuse me miss." Kagome looked up startled to see the same man from this morning. "You dropped this, this morning." Kagome looked at his hand as he presented a piece of paper to her. It had probably fallen out of her sketch book. Kagome nodded silently and accepted the drawing, wishing him to go away but at the same time hoping he would stay. She mentally shook herself. What is wrong with me?? I do not want him to stay. The man however had other intentions. "The drawing was quite good." Kagome nodded but kept her head down going back over her lines, it was distracting to have him in front of her, it made her uneasy. "Have you considered becoming an artist?" Kagome did not look up but only kept drawing, if she didn't respond maybe he would go away. "How old are you?" Kagome still did not answer, only kept drawing. "I wonder if I could have the drawing." Kagome turned her head up and looked at the man astonished. No one had ever asked her to let them have a drawing of hers besides the art teacher, nor had anyone ever asked her questions other then the occasional in class which she never answered, the teachers always gave up trying to make her talk.
"Sure" she mumbled quietly.
"Thankyou." He took the sketch from the top of her bag and sat down next to her on the bench. He saw her tense up at his approximity. He fought the urge to smirk, loving to back people into uncomfortable situations he asked to see the sketch she was working on.
"Um well, its not quite done and its only in charcoal." she whispered handing him the book reluctantly.
"Well so is this sketch." Touche she thought as his eyes darted back and forth examining the portrait of a little girl on the a swing. It was just one little girl amongst 4 empty swings, gashes showing across her arm and her thin legs not touching the ground. Her head was down so she did not notice the man at the corner of the picture, a hat covered his eyes as did his hand. The man did not speak for a moment. Beep Beep......Beep Beep. Kagome's watch sounded, alerting her to get back to school. The man looked up at Kagome his eyes held a degree of uncertainty but nothing more. He handed her back the sketch book. Kagome turned away with out a word. The man also got up and left in the opposite direction.
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Sesshomaru sighed, he was relived to see Kagome still here. he vaguely wondered if Kagome recognized him, but judging on how silent she stayed when she looked at him she didn't. He walked in the direction of her house, classes were almost out at NYU and he was just visiting his half brother and Father.
Sesshomaru stopped abruptly in front of Kagome's House. He was Mikagi's battered car in the drive way and he snarled in disgust. He imagined Kagome still had a multitude of scars with fresh ones forming every day. He was tempted to go into the house and tear him limb from limb. He knew he couldn't because Kagome needed a place to live for the next two months, but he still couldn't help feeling the strong rage. Sesshomaru turned and began to just walk, going no where in particular.
He remembered her before the incident, even if she didn't. He wanted desperatly to take her into his arms and hold her just to make sure she was real. Their mothers had been friends and Kagome came up with her mother every weekend during the school year and nearly lived at his house during the summer. The two had become excellent friends, she never had much regaurd for Inuyasha, his half brother, who usually stayed away from the girl and her mother. Even after his mother died they still came to visit, Arisa, her mother, became friends with Izayoi, his step mom, while Kagome and him continued to play, and Inuyasha continued to shy. Then about a month before the incident they moved to Patterson from the country, to about 15 minutes from the park where they would always play. Sesshomaru breathed deeply and headed toward a direction he knew.
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"GIRL!!!" Mikagi called from the kitchen. Kagome dropped her books and ran downstairs.
"Yes sir?" she asked tentatively.
"What is this?" He held up a letter addressed to her, obviously opened. Kagome looked closer and realized it was her acceptance letter to NYU.
"Umm I got it a few weeks ago. The university accepted me and have offered a full scholarship." Kagome said quietly.
"Did I ever say you could leave?" Kagome looked at Mikagi knowing she was treading on uncertain ground.
"No sir, but I-" Kagome did not wince as her father struck her across her face hard, probably leaving a bruise, she could smell the alcohol on his breath, she looked behind him and saw 6 empty bottles of corona and a 7th one almost gone.
"But you what?" he snarled nastily.
"I am going." This time when he slapped her, he hit with such force that she fell backwards. He punched her in the stomach winding her, then smacked her again, rendering her on the floor. Turning behind him he grabbed a knife from the platter and grabbed her shirt pulling it up. He pressed the knife point against her flesh so that it cut but not too deep to be anything fatal, he scratched a jagged No into her side. It took all Kagome's resolve not to scream out. She could not help shedding tears as her father threw the knife back onto the counter and grabbed the salt shaking it into her cut. Kagome screamed.
"DON'T YOU DARE SCREAM GIRL!!" He looked at Kagome crying on the floor and kicked her lower back. She moaned in pain as he kneeled down, his knee on her pelvis as he rolled her on her back. She looked up at her father wishing he would stop. Grabbing the knife agian he grabbed Kagome's hand and moved a little so that he could allow her leg to rest on his shoulder. Guilding her hand he made her press the knife into her flesh, cutting deep enough to bleed roughly but not enough that she would lose too much blood because it wouldn't clot. Kagome screamed and Mikagi leaned forward and shoved his mouth onto hers absorbing the scream. Kagome cringed in disgust. Mikagi dropped her hand and pushed the knife away and punched her in the side. She gasped in pain which gave Mikagi the opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth. Kagome felt her stomach knot in disgust. With her free hand she pushed him off of her, he fell backwards into the corner of the table, to lie still on the ground. Kagome got up cringing. Her side burned and she felt sick. How could he do this, what happened to the old Mikagi, the one who hoisted her onto his shoulders to watch parades, or the one who read her bed times stories? He died with mom. That much Kagome remembered. If only from old photographs. Her past was mostly a mystery from the time whe was 15 back. Kagome moved around the kitchen cleaning up the blood on the floor and throwing away the bottles, as a last thought she picked up the acceptance letter and staggered out of the room. With luck Mikagi wouldn't remember the night. She let the water run warm but not hot. Glancing at her watch she realized it was 2:30.sighing she pulled off her blood stained clothes and sank into the bath, hissing as the water went over her cuts, soothing them at the same time. She washed her hair quickly and drained the red water, heading to bed, crying herself to sleep.
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A/N: Sorry these chapter's are so short. Usually I write quite a bit but between work and friends I have little time to write. Also my little brother and sister are constantly demanding the computer and unfortunatly I have to comply, hence writing at night when they are asleep and I can think more towards writing by just letting words come out. I can't write well when i'm awake. its kinda weird. Anyways Next chapter will be longer I think. ohh and look down in the left hand corner of this page. you see that button that says submit review go? well hopefully you know what to do with it.
Disclaimer: still don't own any part of Inuyasha, except for the $40 I spent on the 4 of the books but that would be it.
"Damnit...." Kagome sat up groggily opening her eyes to the dim light coming through the grimey glass of her window. Her body ached all over, her limbs ached and she didn't want to move. Mikagi had been a lot worse lately and it was definetly starting to show. Kagome sat up and pulled off her sheets. "Fuck" she said quietly, her sheets were stained crimson, she had been so tired the night before that she had forgotten to wash her cuts. No wonder she was so sore. She took a quick glance at the clock, she didn't have time to take a bath. She ran into the bathroom and washed her face, dragging a brush through her matted hair she ran back into her room and yanked the sheets off her bed into the laundry basket. She pulled on her uniform and picked up her backpack and walked out the door. Relieved that she had done her homework early yesterday she breathed easier.
Glancing at her watch she realized she was almost late. Sprinting the last bit up the steps she crashed into a tall boy, his long silver hair tied back in pony tail. He quickly caught her up in his arms.
"Are you alright?" his voice was calm and deep, it brought her back from her daze looking at this man in front of her, he was beautiful, his tan skin and muscles stood out nicely against his black shirt. Definetly not a student. She mentally shook herself, she couldnt' do this. Hastily she stood up.
"Yes, thankyou." she mumbled hurriedly running into the building. Getting away from the tall stranger as quickly as possible, her heart still fluttering. Kagome took her seat in her English class and took out a notebook.
As usual the morning passed without Kagome really registering what was going on around her. Everyone jabbing on around her and sometimes even to her. As the bell rang for lunch break Kagome left the building and headed towards the park, sketch book in hand. She settled herself on her usual bench and began to draw, not really sure what she was doing.
"Excuse me miss." Kagome looked up startled to see the same man from this morning. "You dropped this, this morning." Kagome looked at his hand as he presented a piece of paper to her. It had probably fallen out of her sketch book. Kagome nodded silently and accepted the drawing, wishing him to go away but at the same time hoping he would stay. She mentally shook herself. What is wrong with me?? I do not want him to stay. The man however had other intentions. "The drawing was quite good." Kagome nodded but kept her head down going back over her lines, it was distracting to have him in front of her, it made her uneasy. "Have you considered becoming an artist?" Kagome did not look up but only kept drawing, if she didn't respond maybe he would go away. "How old are you?" Kagome still did not answer, only kept drawing. "I wonder if I could have the drawing." Kagome turned her head up and looked at the man astonished. No one had ever asked her to let them have a drawing of hers besides the art teacher, nor had anyone ever asked her questions other then the occasional in class which she never answered, the teachers always gave up trying to make her talk.
"Sure" she mumbled quietly.
"Thankyou." He took the sketch from the top of her bag and sat down next to her on the bench. He saw her tense up at his approximity. He fought the urge to smirk, loving to back people into uncomfortable situations he asked to see the sketch she was working on.
"Um well, its not quite done and its only in charcoal." she whispered handing him the book reluctantly.
"Well so is this sketch." Touche she thought as his eyes darted back and forth examining the portrait of a little girl on the a swing. It was just one little girl amongst 4 empty swings, gashes showing across her arm and her thin legs not touching the ground. Her head was down so she did not notice the man at the corner of the picture, a hat covered his eyes as did his hand. The man did not speak for a moment. Beep Beep......Beep Beep. Kagome's watch sounded, alerting her to get back to school. The man looked up at Kagome his eyes held a degree of uncertainty but nothing more. He handed her back the sketch book. Kagome turned away with out a word. The man also got up and left in the opposite direction.
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Sesshomaru sighed, he was relived to see Kagome still here. he vaguely wondered if Kagome recognized him, but judging on how silent she stayed when she looked at him she didn't. He walked in the direction of her house, classes were almost out at NYU and he was just visiting his half brother and Father.
Sesshomaru stopped abruptly in front of Kagome's House. He was Mikagi's battered car in the drive way and he snarled in disgust. He imagined Kagome still had a multitude of scars with fresh ones forming every day. He was tempted to go into the house and tear him limb from limb. He knew he couldn't because Kagome needed a place to live for the next two months, but he still couldn't help feeling the strong rage. Sesshomaru turned and began to just walk, going no where in particular.
He remembered her before the incident, even if she didn't. He wanted desperatly to take her into his arms and hold her just to make sure she was real. Their mothers had been friends and Kagome came up with her mother every weekend during the school year and nearly lived at his house during the summer. The two had become excellent friends, she never had much regaurd for Inuyasha, his half brother, who usually stayed away from the girl and her mother. Even after his mother died they still came to visit, Arisa, her mother, became friends with Izayoi, his step mom, while Kagome and him continued to play, and Inuyasha continued to shy. Then about a month before the incident they moved to Patterson from the country, to about 15 minutes from the park where they would always play. Sesshomaru breathed deeply and headed toward a direction he knew.
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"GIRL!!!" Mikagi called from the kitchen. Kagome dropped her books and ran downstairs.
"Yes sir?" she asked tentatively.
"What is this?" He held up a letter addressed to her, obviously opened. Kagome looked closer and realized it was her acceptance letter to NYU.
"Umm I got it a few weeks ago. The university accepted me and have offered a full scholarship." Kagome said quietly.
"Did I ever say you could leave?" Kagome looked at Mikagi knowing she was treading on uncertain ground.
"No sir, but I-" Kagome did not wince as her father struck her across her face hard, probably leaving a bruise, she could smell the alcohol on his breath, she looked behind him and saw 6 empty bottles of corona and a 7th one almost gone.
"But you what?" he snarled nastily.
"I am going." This time when he slapped her, he hit with such force that she fell backwards. He punched her in the stomach winding her, then smacked her again, rendering her on the floor. Turning behind him he grabbed a knife from the platter and grabbed her shirt pulling it up. He pressed the knife point against her flesh so that it cut but not too deep to be anything fatal, he scratched a jagged No into her side. It took all Kagome's resolve not to scream out. She could not help shedding tears as her father threw the knife back onto the counter and grabbed the salt shaking it into her cut. Kagome screamed.
"DON'T YOU DARE SCREAM GIRL!!" He looked at Kagome crying on the floor and kicked her lower back. She moaned in pain as he kneeled down, his knee on her pelvis as he rolled her on her back. She looked up at her father wishing he would stop. Grabbing the knife agian he grabbed Kagome's hand and moved a little so that he could allow her leg to rest on his shoulder. Guilding her hand he made her press the knife into her flesh, cutting deep enough to bleed roughly but not enough that she would lose too much blood because it wouldn't clot. Kagome screamed and Mikagi leaned forward and shoved his mouth onto hers absorbing the scream. Kagome cringed in disgust. Mikagi dropped her hand and pushed the knife away and punched her in the side. She gasped in pain which gave Mikagi the opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth. Kagome felt her stomach knot in disgust. With her free hand she pushed him off of her, he fell backwards into the corner of the table, to lie still on the ground. Kagome got up cringing. Her side burned and she felt sick. How could he do this, what happened to the old Mikagi, the one who hoisted her onto his shoulders to watch parades, or the one who read her bed times stories? He died with mom. That much Kagome remembered. If only from old photographs. Her past was mostly a mystery from the time whe was 15 back. Kagome moved around the kitchen cleaning up the blood on the floor and throwing away the bottles, as a last thought she picked up the acceptance letter and staggered out of the room. With luck Mikagi wouldn't remember the night. She let the water run warm but not hot. Glancing at her watch she realized it was 2:30.sighing she pulled off her blood stained clothes and sank into the bath, hissing as the water went over her cuts, soothing them at the same time. She washed her hair quickly and drained the red water, heading to bed, crying herself to sleep.
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A/N: Sorry these chapter's are so short. Usually I write quite a bit but between work and friends I have little time to write. Also my little brother and sister are constantly demanding the computer and unfortunatly I have to comply, hence writing at night when they are asleep and I can think more towards writing by just letting words come out. I can't write well when i'm awake. its kinda weird. Anyways Next chapter will be longer I think. ohh and look down in the left hand corner of this page. you see that button that says submit review go? well hopefully you know what to do with it.