Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stronger ❯ Deadly Alternatives ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I seriously revised this whole chapter. I never realized how bad it actually was until I reread it the other day. I’m actually going to revise all the chapters that need help. The others will be revised as I see fit.




Title: Stronger

Genre: Romance, Angst

Pairings: Kagome/Yusuke

Rating: M-mature may not have lemons

Type: Crossover

Summary: Her blood was flowing and she watched it, fascinated. Already she could feel her soul dying. Little by little, cut by cut…

Disclaimer: I do not own either Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. They both belong to their respective owners.
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St ronger

Chapter 1- Deadly Alternatives

----------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
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In the end she supposed it really was her fault. No matter how hard she tried to push the blame on Inuyasha she was the one who had started it. Though he was the reason, he hadn’t made her pick up that knife and begin her long and soulless journey into self-defamation. Striking herself where it hurt deepest. She insulted herself, slighted herself, and accused herself of being things that she knew she wasn’t nor ever would be.

‘You stupid girl! Do you think you’ll ever amount to anything? You can’t even shoot a bow properly. No wonder Inuyasha loves Kikyou more.’

She always said this after she missed another shot with her bow. But then, as if the words spurred her on, she would pick up and try again. Try, at least, until Inuyasha insulted her himself and she turned away, hiding unshed tears. The others would look on in pity and sympathy and she would have to hold back even more tears. She would squeeze her eyes shut and clench her fist repeatedly.

‘I don’t want your sympathy’, she would think.’ I don’t need it! I have plenty of my own.’

But they still gave her those looks and tears would track down her cheeks creating pale salty trails on her creamy skin. Then she would storm from the clearing angrily and violently, tears blinding her surroundings. She would come back hours later, eyes dead and refusing to answer any of the questions her comrades who deliver her, choosing instead, to lie on her mat eyes shut tight. No one dared bother her after that. Except for Inuyasha.

Through all of it, Kagome still loved him. It hurt, so much, to do so but it was impossible to her. But there was always the possibility of Kikyou coming back, taking Inuyasha away from her; so she said nothing. Keeping her emotions bottled inside wasn’t good, she knew, but she had supposed that in this case it was perfectly fine. That she would take her aggravation and grief put it into fighting and looking for the jewel shards.

No one had bothered to tell her that it wouldn’t work.

So she had looked for an alternative, ranging from studying to reading and to books. None of them worked as properly as they should have. She tried yoga, hoping it would calm her senses, and it did. Until Kikyou gave him another visit, that is. Kagome supposed her world was crumbling around her. So she would sneak off into the woods at night and cry or throw rocks at Inuyasha-like trees. Those were hard to find. But then, but then she found another alternative.

Kagome had realized almost two months ago that the only remedy for pain was more pain. In some twisted way it gave her a new pain to focus on, instead of the one that was gnawing so ferociously on her heart. She reveled in it, almost feeding off of it like a parasite, pushing herself so off the brink that she momentarily forgot why she was doing it in the first place. She smiled as she did it, sometimes going so far as to laugh loudly and hysterically for long periods of time, throwing her head back in delusional delight. After her ‘doctor sessions’ (as she referred to them in private) she would clean up the area, replace her shirt, and quietly walk back to camp.

She always left the cut bleeding.