InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ Betrayal ( Chapter 4 )

Untouchable

By: Enchanted Angel

Chapter 4: Betrayal

I awoke when I felt another presence in my room. I heard a steady heartbeat belonging to someone else and felt a demon aura in the room. “You're awake.” His voice cut through the night stillness. I rolled over slowly in my bed to look at him.

 

He was dressed in a black silk robe, sitting in one of the large plushy chairs next to my bed. His eyes had an eerie glow to them in the moonlight. My eyes drifted to the dark red marks in his cheeks and the crescent moon mark on his forehead. I wasn't used to seeing them—he usually had make up on them to make him appear human.

 

I rolled over onto my back and sighed, immediately taking note of a small bug crawling on the ceiling. Something about me was different. All of the sudden, flashbacks of what had happened hours before flew through my head like a movie without sound.

 

First day of work…Naraku tried to rape me…what Naraku said…the stiletto…his voice in my head…the pain of his claws in my neck…

 

My eyes widened and my hands instinctively flew to my neck, expecting to feel bandages and stitches…but I came up with nothing. Just smooth skin.

 

I looked over to Sesshoumaru, confused. “What happened?” I asked him.

 

He raised a slim silver eyebrow at me. “You don't know?” he asked me in a calm voice.

 

Annoyed and wanting an answer, I snorted and glared at him. “Don't play games with me right now.” I said sharply.

 

I sighed and rubbed his temples. “Well…” he began slowly. “There's not really an easy way to put this.” He said quietly.

 

I waited patiently for him to answer me, becoming more increasingly aware of the strange look in his eyes.

 

“Well Kagome…you're a hanyou now.”

 

I stared at him, unbelieving.

 

“Kagome, it was the only way…” he said. I noticed something different in his eyes this time; it almost seemed like he was pleading with me.

 

I turned to face the other wall while digesting the new information.

 

Only one word was running through my mind: how? The only way I was aware of a human becoming a hanyou was through sexual intercourse. My eyes widened as realization hit me. `Did he?' I thought incredulously as a gasp escaped my lips. `Did he do the very thing that he was preventing Naraku from doing?' I thought wildly.

 

Anger. Pain. Betrayal. Unbridled rage.

 

`How could he?' I thought furiously, hot tears of anger began to slowly make their way down the side of my face.

 

Kagome. His voice in my head. I sat up and whirled around to face him.

 

“How are you doing this? How do you even have the nerve to talk to me?” I hissed at him. His face remained emotionless.

 

“It's not what you think Kagome.” He said softly, his face still void of any feelings.

 

“How do you even know what I think?” I asked him vehemently. “Can you read my thoughts?” I asked him laughing bitterly with a humorless smile on my face.

 

He didn't answer.

 

The smile vanished as I realized that he could indeed read my thoughts.

 

It's not what you think Kagome. He repeated.

 

I raised an eyebrow. Then how was it Sesshoumaru? How do I know that you're no better than Naraku? I remember what he said and I can tell you right now that it would not have been consensual.

 

What I did is not important, but I most certainly did not have sex with you Kagome. You flatter yourself for thinking I would. His amber eyes were now burning with anger.

 

I glared at him angrily. You can leave now.

 

He stood up and strode silently towards the door. He opened it and stepped out, but before shutting the door, he paused and looked at me. I saved your life. He thought before closing the door with a soft click.

 

I stared at the shut door for a few seconds before flopping back down in my bed. I then reached over, shoved a pillow into my face, and screamed.

 

~ Sesshoumaru ~

 

Furious, I stormed into my room, vaguely hearing her scream in a pillow—a feeble attempt to relieve her of her stress.

 

I snorted at my pity for the girl. Rather the pity I had for the girl. No longer.

 

`My stupidity. My naïveté. My weakness. Why did I care? Why didn't I just let her die? Why did I have to be so generous to spare her life? She sure as hell doesn't appreciate it.' I thought bitterly.

 

I mentally kicked myself in the ass for being so kind. I treated her with compassion and saved her miserable life and she repays me by being angry at me? Seething with anger, I grabbed Toukijin from the pegs on the wall and headed outside to the courtyard to let off some steam.

 

`I should have corrected her.' I thought grimly, gritting my teeth as I stalked through the mansion, heading towards the back door. `Now she thinks I raped her.' I snorted remembering Naraku's words. `I can't help it for thinking dirty thoughts like that…' I rationalized mentally. `I'm a guy after all, and she just has a hot body.' My mind unconsciously drifted to think of her shapely form. Her long slender legs…her tight and toned stomach…her large and full breasts. As much as I hated to admit it, everything about her was enough to drive any man wild with lust. I forced the images of her body out of my mind and opened the glass door to leave the house.

 

The cool night air embraced me deliciously. I stood in the center of the flower courtyard and inhaled deeply, willing myself to calm down. I then unsheathed Toukijin with a metallic swish and gave it a few experimental strokes in the darkness.

 

`Should I tell her the truth?' I thought, brow wrinkled up slightly as I swung at an invisible foe. `Should I tell her that I, Sesshoumaru, sliced my own wrist in order to save her miserable life?'

 

I laughed at myself and shook my head. I knew I would never be able to force those words out of my mouth—even if I wanted to. I knew my pride wouldn't let me. I chuckled darkly and swung again, careful not to create any energy waves that could possibly damage my surroundings. `Why the hell should I care what she thinks?' I thought, becoming more and more frustrated as the confusing thoughts swirled through my head. `I shouldn't care. I saved her out of obligation. If I let her die, Inu would have killed me for not trying!' The more I thought about it the more confused I became.

 

And I hate being confused.

 

I knew that at the moment when she was laying in my arms, bleeding through the five punctures in her neck, my idiot hanyou of a brother was the last person on my mind. I growled and stuck Toukijin in the grass. I kept on telling myself that I didn't care for her, but I knew deep down that I was just lying to myself. Thoroughly frustrated beyond belief, I sat down in the grass next to my sword and removed the hair tie that held my hair back, allowing my silver hair to be swept in the wind.

 

I sat like that quietly, silently contemplating my uncharacteristic feelings for the new hanyou girl. It was then that I heard a soft sobbing sound coming from her bedroom. I sheathed Toukijin and stood up, immediately noticing that the sobbing got increasingly louder—she had stopped holding back her wild emotions. I started walking closer to her window on the second floor and was almost immediately hit with the scent of blood mixed with tears. Alarmed, I jumped silently up to land with feline grace on her windowsill. The strong metallic smell of blood hit me full force. I popped the window lock with my claws and quietly slid the window open.

 

The sight before me almost made me sick to my stomach.

 

She was in the bathroom, leaning over the bathtub with a dagger held in her hand. Large amounts of blood pooled around her and was dripping down the side of the marble bathtub. I could see that she had indeed slit her wrists many times, but her hanyou abilities cause her wounds to heal within minutes. She was bleeding for numerous slits in her wrists and a deep wound in her stomach which was rapidly healing. Her forearms were covered with blood and her white bathrobe was stained a deep red; her skin almost transparent. Her sobs echoed off the tiled walls as she continued to cut herself, each sob getting louder with pain as the metal sliced through her skin. She cursed softly whenever she saw the skin beginning to seal up again and raised the dagger to cut it back open so it would continue bleeding.

 

I had seen enough.

 

I strode up to her and grabbed her arm before she could allow the dagger to touch her skin again.

 

She gasped and looked up at me with swollen red eyes. They immediately narrowed in anger as she recognized me. “Leave me alone,” She hissed. “let me die. Don't save me again Sesshoumaru.”

 

I looked at her with blank eyes. Do what you wish Kagome; just make sure it's what you want. I thought.

 

The anger momentarily faded away in her eyes. She looked down at her bleeding wrists, tears falling down from her cheeks and mingling with her blood.

 

I hate you. You took away something I have been saving for twenty-two years.

 

I stared down at her, my face still a mask void of emotion.

 

You still think I took it away? I snorted audibly. She looked up at me with surprise.

 

So you didn't?

 

`She needs to know.' I thought. `She needs to preserve her sanity.' I swallowed my pride and shook my head.

 

She began sobbing even harder, the bloody dagger clattering to the floor, forgotten. Thoughts and emotions swirled through her head with such speed and incoherency it hurt my head to try to read her mind. Then, a calm moment—the eye of the storm.

 

“How?” She managed to choke out. I could tell it was taking all her self control to keep from breaking down once again.

 

I glanced down at the dagger on the floor. “By mixing my blood with yours.” I said quietly.

 

I could see the walls she had so carefully built up to allow her to go through with her grim task crumble behind her eyes. The very reason she was trying to commit suicide was proved wrong with six words. Then an overpowering rush of emotion radiated from her, taking me completely by surprise—guilt.

 

I looked up to see more tears falling to the floor, diluting the red pools flooding the bathroom floor.

 

I continued to stare at her while a mental war raged behind my stoic amber eyes.

 

`Should I comfort her?' I thought, watching Kagome's shoulders shake with the force of her sobs.

 

Someone banging on the door brought the both of us back to reality.

 

“Kagome! Kagome what's wrong? I know you're in there Kagome! Please open the door!” both Kikyou and Inu Yasha's voices drifted through the door.

 

Kagome's eyes shot wide open and she looked up to me for help.

 

Don't let them see me like this… She pleaded.

 

Our eyes locked momentarily once more and I nodded.

 

Even though this girl was in my debt, no one deserves to see her like that—especially Inu.

 

I strode towards the door to distract them while she scuttled around, frantically trying to clean her mess up as well as herself with towels.

 

I cracked the door open a tad and poked my head out. Inu tried to push past me and into the room but I held him back.

 

“Everything is ok,” I said quietly.

 

He snarled at me. “The entire hallway smells like blood Sesshoumaru, don't give me that bullshit! Is she ok?”

 

“She's fine. She was about to do something stupid but I stopped her.” I growled at him. “Everything is under control ok? She really doesn't need more people seeing her in the condition she is in right now.”

 

Kikyou stared at me with a strange expression on her face for a while, but finally nodded and turned to leave.

 

Inu Yasha turned around and stared at her incredulously. “Kikyou!”

 

“We'll see her tomorrow…” she said. “Come on.” She said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards their end of the hallway.

 

He sighed with resignation and gave one last look at the door before following her.

 

I watched them leave and looked back at Kagome, who was sitting on the tub's edge staring at the dagger in her hands.

 

“Don't do anything stupid again.” I said quietly.

 

Then I walked out the door and closed it softly behind me.

 

 

A/N: Sorry that took so long! I'VE BEEN BUSY!! AHHK! I'M BEHIND IN MY CHAPTERS!! REVIEW.