InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Your Love Will Keep Me Strong ❯ Hell's Master and It's Slave ( Chapter 1 )

Your love will keep me strong

Chapter One

 

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She knew he was there, staring at her. She could feel his eyes burning into her back. He wanted acknowledgment, but she was bound and determined to defy him. Instead of turning she just held her stomach protectively, back facing the angry youkai before her. With a hint of a growl he grabbed her arm, twisting it painfully until their eyes met. She didn't scream, wince, or feel pain. She was too numb, too wrapped up in herself. His snarl didn't faze her. She didn't feel even the crushing blow as he sent her sprawling to the ground. She didn't remember picking herself up. All she felt was loneliness and sadness. Emptiness. Her heart had long died along with her soul. She wasn't alive. She was little more than what Kikyo once was. What she wouldn't give to die, to stay dead, if he'd only let her.

        The damn sword tensusiga! Always bringing her back if her frail body gave out. Death was such a beautiful thing for her. When all the sores on her body disappeared, and she saw the love of her life, and her children. But they'd been dead five long months. She'd been drained of her essence. What was keeping her going? What was letting her fight? Nothing. Nothing except the fact she knew that she'd be brought back every time she died. Suicide was horrible. He killed her twice when she dared do it, bringing her back, and beating her unmercifully. Her whole body ached. He liked her the most. She was his best slave. He loved abusing her body, twisting her into nothing.

 

She had nothing.

 

She was nothing.

        She picked herself up again. Slower this time.

 

She didn't feel his claws rip at her body over and over. She didn't feel his teeth clamp on her throat. She didn't scream, wince, or feel any pain. She just saw that familiar blue light rushing around her body, and the brainwashing feeling of peace. She saw the golden eyes of the one she loved, stare into her. She felt his hand gently caress her bruised and beaten body. Every part of her he touched healed, and he kissed her gently. A little girl and two little boys ran up to her. She kissed them. Every kiss they returned kicked down the walls around her dead heart.

        Suddenly she was ripped away from them, pulled back to the cold, dark bedroom. It was too late to draw into herself. The whip cruelly slashed down at her. She screamed as it tore open flesh, and old wounds bled again. Black blood trickled down to her toes, drenching the carpet. Finally she didn't feel the pain. She was gone, somewhere deep inside herself. His snarls barely heard, his words bouncing off her. She stared at the blood red pools of darkness, no life moving inside them. Suddenly his eyes became the yellow eyes of the love of her life. She smiled, letting herself feel.

        < font color="black">He laughed at her gullibility and the cruel whip came down on her again. The blood red pools of darkness quickly replaced the golden eyes. After two whimpers she retreated into herself. A flicker of annoyance flashed in his eyes. He was smiling like a manic, his eyes begging her to scream.

 

But she couldn't feel anything.

 

Finally, the first part was over. That was the best part of her daily torture. Because he finally undressed himself, slamming himself into her. She could always feel that pain. She didn't scream, she didn't wince. She just accepted the pounding he was giving her.

        Tears slipped down her swollen face, turning pink when they mixed with her own blood. Her eyes were glazed over, her body breaking down again. She welcomed death, as the slight knowledge of his release into her now empty shell. The blue light enveloped her and once again she was greeted. This time not by the yellow eyes of love of her life, but the brown ones of her best friend. They hugged, and a man leaning on a golden stick joined her. The friend and man kissed eyes full of love and trust. They touched her shoulder, and once again she was back, tensusiga beside her.

        The golden eyes of the love of her life stuck.

 

She smiled a bit, completely away from the pain. She closed her eyes, imagining those golden pools screaming their love. She remembered the childish giggles as he told her he loved her. She remembered their kiss. She remembered their becoming one. She remembered the look on his face when she bore him their first son. She remembered the love in his eyes when he first held his baby girl. She remembered the joy that radiated off him as he kissed his youngest son. When she opened her eyes he was gone. She got up from the hard floor, going to the chamber pot. Behind it she pulled out a dead rose, she kissed it. He came up behind her, snatching it from her grasp. He slashed her neck; she felt the pain and peace of death. He brought her back too quickly to meet the ones she loved. As he tore the rose to pieces, she cried silently.

 

Yet she couldn't feel a thing.

 

Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.

(End)

 

I know it was a bit short, but it'll get longer as the story progresses. My beta is currently on vacation so I may mis-spell things and butcher the grammar system. My apologizes.

 

~Tru Valentine

 

(Update: 2/26)