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Ake Garasue: Satsu	By : DuonoTsuin Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ake Garasue: Satsu

Disclaimer:

I do not own characters from Inuyasha that this fanfiction includes. However, the five original characters (OCs) -Kiyone
"Ki" Musume, Ragaraja "Raj" Akuen, Kojin Okabore, and Koshi and Jikun Yowa- are my creations. I do not condone the
content contained within that is disagreeable. Do not read if you cannot handle the subject matter emotionally, mentally,
and physically- not that Sango had a choice. Please read Warnings (below) before reading. Translations of the Japanese
names and title used are available following the story.
Warnings:

Lots of adult language and content. Rated NC-17 for violence, sick and twisted content, severe angst, rape/non-consensual
sex, dark/depressing subject matter, sad/tragic circumstances, death, physical and sexual abuse, incest, torture of body,
mind, and soul, as well as het and yuri/femslash pairings. You have been warned.
Pairings:

Ragaraja Akuen(OC) x Sango Garasu. Kohaku Garasu x Kiyone Musume(OC). Many others/various. (See Warnings.)
Notes:

Read after the story.

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Dedicated to "H.G."

- Because someone has to live.

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Inspired by a true story.

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Ake Garasue: Satsu

- previously titled "Shades of Red"

Written by Duo no Tsuin

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Just a little farther . . .

Snow crunched beneath her ice cold feet.

In the distance, she saw a glimmer- light.

Almost . . .

Stumbling up the steps and falling into the mass of the solid oak door, she reached a shaking hand to press the lighted
doorbell button. Beneath her, her legs buckled and she slid down the door's length to lay on the "Welcome" mat beneath her.

"Who the Hell is out- oh my god! Koshi! Koshi, get out here!"

Shaking, the couple opened the door that was streaked with a dark substance. On their doormat that read "We---me," due to
a growing dark puddle, was a naked young woman- her only clothing was a tied white cloth, dotted with maroon in what at
first seemed to be tiedyed manner, crumpled loosely around her neck. Dark trails of that supposed "dye" shade lined her
bare back- mixing with locks of her brown hair and turning them almost black. Behind her, more dark puddles in the shape
of footprints could be seen leading up the stairs from the snow.

Blood.

"Is she . . . " The woman trailed off.

The man identified as Koshi sank to his good knee and grasped a pale wrist.

"Does she have a pulse?"

No movement. "She's so cold-"

"H-hel . . . "

The couple jumped at the muffled sound.

"Help . . . me . . . "

"She's alive! Bring her in!"

The husband nodded, but as he grabbed her arms, the wet skin slipped out of his now drenched hands. "Th-there's so much
blood. How can she . . . "

"Call 9-1-1, Koshi!"

The man stumbled back inside to the phone. Stained hands shaking, he dialed.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

The older man stumbled over the words to the operator as his wife left to get blankets. "A-a girl just wandered up to our
house. She has no clothes and she's bleeding- badly. There's snow outside-"

"What is the address there?"

He gave the address and their names, "Koshi and Jikun Yowa," as the wife returned and placed the blankets around the
body. Quickly, their patterns were mulled by darker blemishes.

"We've wrapped her in blankets; her skin looks blue. Please, is there anything else we can do for her? Should I move her?
She's lost a lot of blood- but she's conscious, I swear-"

"Sir, it's alright. Stay calm. I'll tell you what to do . . . "

"What did they say, Koshi?"

"They're telling me now."

The stoic voice of the woman on the phone added, "But most importantly, yust ust not let her sleep, do you understand?
She may wao, bo, but she can't. If she does, then she may die."

"Phone . . . " The girl reached a bloody hand out for the phone. Somehow, she had dragged herself off the cement porch and
into the foyer of the house. The man's wife went to her side and helped her inside as gently as she could.

"Sh-she wants to talk to you." He handed over the phone, attempted to lift her into his arms- his back protesting at the act-
and was told to let her be. He did as the girl asked and left to get more towels as his wife closed the door.

"My name is Sango Garasu," the girl began. "I was visiting my boyfriend Ragaraja Akuen at his house that he rented along
with Kojin Okabore and my younger brother Kohaku Iro Garasu. The address is . . . "

"That's miles away, Koshi," the woman whispered to her husband as the girl related the address to the operator. "H-how
could she?"

"It's alright, Jikun," he said as he laid a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder. "Let her speak- while she can."

"Before I die or lose consciousness, I want to tell you that I've been raped, shot in the back of the head, and I've lost a lot of
blood . . . so I might not have long to tell you-"

An audible gasp could be heard on either end of the line.

Showing her true nature for the first time, "Go ahead, Miss," the operator consoled.

The girl summons more mysterious strength to tell her story- knowing it would all be recorded.

"We were all together, Kojin, Kohaku, his girlfriend Kiyone Musume, Raj, and I in that house. We don't even know how it
began, really. One minute we were watching tv on the couch and these two guys- they looked like brothers- burst into the
room waving their guns and threatening our lives if we didn't do what they said."

Sounded common enough.

"They directed us to a bedroom. Once inside, they told us to take off our clothes. We complied. What else could we have
done. But then they told the guys to get into the closet. We tried to follow, but they grabbed us from behind and wouldn't let
us.

"The guys wanted to rush the intruders. I could tell it from the certainty in their eyes; three against two seemed like great
odds to all of us at the time. But we forgot the other two factors that weighed the odds against us."

The guns.

"They each held a gun to our heads and told the guys to do what they said or they'd kill us. I screamed out, 'Don't worry
about me, just get out of here!'

"The one holding the gun to Ki forcibly turned her head and looked her in the eye. 'Honestly, do you want to die?' Ki just
shook her head mutely. He pushed the gun harshly against her head and looked at me. 'Do you want her to die?'

"What choice did I have, I shook my head.

"'Good, now since no one wants to die, just do what we say and we'll leave.'

"'Promise?' Kiyone asked.

"They flashed two of the most blood curdling grins I have ever seen. Such menace. 'Promise.' If only we had known what
was to come. Maybe then we would have chosen death from a firearm.

"'A-alright, then,' she whispered. 'Don't worry, Haku,' she said to my brother. She was strong. So much stronger than I had
ever hoped to be.

"The others dragged little Kohaku into room telling him to be strong. And as the door was closed behind them, I knew that
we, the girls who wanted to be strong, had sealed our fate. All they could do was listen from inside.

"And then . . . then they-" She swallowed her gasp. "Ki. I'm so sorry for they made me do to you . . . "
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