Sex and Drugs | By : btrkun Category: InuYasha > General Views: 4978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN:So I
guess I better answer some ‘questions’ pertaining to this story. Ally is my name, but all my works are under
the surname btrkun, so there should be no doubt who
is the author of this story. Ally and btrkun are the same person. This story IS posted on FanFiction.net, but I
cannot expect it to remain on FF.net as long as I am planning on writing
lemons, limes, and solos. FF.net has recently
eradicated three of my favorite stories because of citrus scenes. These scenes were not all that bad in
comparison to what can be found on this web site. And since I do not wish to
have my creative genius (my, aren’t I cocky today?) limited because of the
rules FF.net has set into place I decided to post this story on aff.net as
well.
So there should be no qualms anymore. Any other story you may have read that is
incredibly similar, but not duplicate, to this one has stolen the idea from me
and this story. This story and its plot
is 100% original. And I am fully aware of two stories and authors that have
plagiarized and copied this story. This
is the original. Do not be fooled by the
other imitators. ^.^
All okey-dokey? Now, here’s the 4th chapter. I
must call my bank now, because apparently $500 has gone missing from my savings
account. Oh goody! I cannot tell you how PISSED I am….
Disclaimer: I have never owned Inuyasha, though in some sick
perverted way I suppose it would be nice to *grins* … my, my, my, aren’t I the Miroku?
Sex and Drugs
Chapter 4: Another dark secret
Kagome woke the next morning to the sound of harsh rain
still slamming against the dirtied window.
Her eyes didn’t want to seem to cooperate and kept opening then closing,
as if in protest. Then she realized why
she didn’t want to wake up. It wasn’t
even morning, the sky was still black, a foreboding
color that made her wary.
Lightening flashed, briefly illuminating the room
highlighting objects and creating creepy shadows on the wall. You know, the ones you see as a child, the
ones that makes a person believe there really is a witch in the bedroom with
them.
Thunder soon followed, and Kagome winced at the loud noise
and wondered vaguely what time it was.
She had no recollection of what had happened only hours before but was
beginning remember something. It was
almost a déjà vu type of feeling.
She glanced around the room and as a streak of lightening
flashed across the sky once more she saw a dark figure in the chair by the
window. It was Inuyasha, this she could
tell immediately by the long, white, messy mane of hair that fell to his
mid-back and the two ears that were perched on top of his head. He wasn’t wearing a shirt like earlier that
day but he looked infinitely scarier, and – she was afraid to admit – powerful
because of the dark shadow he was in.
He didn’t look up as she approached the chair, her feet
shuffling across the floor, her mouth wide open in a yawn. His ears twitched slightly in her direction
acknowledging that she was awake but still he said, and did, absolutely
nothing. Her sense of foreboding
increased.
Thunder crashed again, this time so loud that it made her
jump, yet he still did nothing. It was
only when she was standing directly beside him that he spoke.
His voice was disturbing… strong and powerful, and
angry. “Why did you have that panic
attack?”
“What do you mean?”
She was taken aback at first, not really knowing what to say or
think. Had she had another episode? She
prayed that she didn’t… not in front of the person that seemed to despise
everything about her other than her figure.
“Don’t be stupid. You had a fucking panic attack and I want
to know why.” He spoke calmly, though she could still detect anger with each
word he spoke. Why was he angry?
And then it hit her. The
movie, then the flickering of the power, the blackout, the shortness of breath,
the feeling of overwhelming terror griping her very soul, and then she
remembered nothing; it was as if someone had clonked her over her head with a
mallet, like in cartoons.
“Oh. That.”
“That? That’s all you
have to say?” His voice steadily rose with each word. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He would never be able to get the answers he
needed if he yelled at her. “That?!”
“It happens from time to time. I can’t really… help it.”
“What caused it?” He
continued softly. All this time he remained almost impassive by staring out at
the city. He couldn’t look her in the
eyes. It would be too dangerous, he
decided, to look her in the eyes. If he
did then he knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her say it. He had to know if what he had read in the
little black book he found, behind the book shelves, was true. If it was true,
her father was dead. He would kill him.
“Just… bad memories, really. From when my mother died,
mostly. She died a while ago in a
car accident.” She tried to explain. Her
mother hadn’t really died in a car accident all those years ago, but Kagome
knew she couldn’t tell Inuyasha how she really died without raising suspicion
or asking questions.
“Liar.” He gave a soft disbelieving chuckle then
stood up. He loomed a full head above
her and stared at her with fire in his eyes.
“She didn’t die in a car crash, and you know it. She died because of him didn’t she?”
Kagome stared at him with wide eyes. He knew about her father, but how? Thwas was no way of him knowing unless Miroku
had said something but he was gone, so how did Inuyasha know? “What?
What are you talking about?” She
lied, trying to avoid the situation.
“Your mother died because of your punkass drunk father. He’s abusive, isn’t he? He came home one night drunker than any other
night and came on to your mom, only she wasn’t in the mood so she told him
no. But he didn’t appreciate his wife
denying him something he truly wanted, did he Kagome?”
Kagome shook her head with shock. Old memories came
flying back with a vengeance, and though they were past the point of hurting,
Kagome could still see the fear in her mother’s eyes.
“Then, he started pushing her around and yelling.” Inuyasha’s face scrunched up in anger and he
took a step towards Kagome. She took two
steps back, not from fear… no, shs nos not afraid of him… it was because of the
memories that were flooding back, and the truly angry voice that sounded so
much like her father’s. “Your mom
started yelling back, didn’t she? But
she wasn’t strong enough and was forced against the wall like some whore.”
“Stop! That’s enough, Inuyasha! I get it! I lied!
I’m sorry!” Kagome yelled out, but he
continued his advance.
“Then your mom neared the stairs, crying no less… blinded by
tears I suspect. And then your bastard
of a father smacked her across the face.
She tried to regain her balance but slipped on the rug and went flying
down the stairs! Didn’t she, Kagome?”
Kagome started crying again, silent tears from the past made
their way down her cheek. Inuyasha
immediately felt guilty. He realized he
made her relive a horrible memory that she would have been better without, he
felt like an ass.
“Gods, yes! He freaking killed her,
but it wasn’t intentional! He hit her not realizing the stairs were behind
her! She fell! That’s all it comes down
to you bastard! She fell!”
Inuyasha reached out to wipe away a lonesome tear but Kagome
smacked his hand away and took another step back>
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“Kagome, I’m sorry…” he started.
“Don’t say that to me!
You’re not sorry, an ass like you could never be sorry. You’re too arrogant and proud… safe in your
own little world, blissfully ignorant of everything else that goes on. Don’t you dare say sorry to me unless you
know what it feels like! to have your own father, your
own flesh and blood, do something that terrible!” Kagome yelled.
The tears in her eyes had dried, leaving only blotchy red
patches on her cheeks and puffy pink eyes to remind Inuyasha of the pain he
inflicted on her. He had no right to feel sympathy for her, he knew that. But it wasn’t sympathy he felt. It was something close to admiration. Admiration for the way she had dealt with her
father for all those years and still managed to find happiness.
He let her continue ranting and screaming about her father
and what ad dad done to her and her mother until her voice was hoarse and her
throat sore. When she had calmed down
considerably, quite a few minutes later, he continued.
“Why didn’t you tell me?
Why didn’t Miroku tell me?”
“What was I supposed to say, Inuyasha?” She started. “Hi! My
name is Kagome and I’m coming to live with you because my father almost raped
me and unintentionally killed my mom! Nice to meet you!” She said sarcastically. “I didn’t want Miroku’s friend, or anyone
else knowing that some poor girl with a tragic past was living with them. I didn’t want the sympathy. I didn’t want the ‘I’m sorry’ or the ‘is
there anything I can do?’. I didn’t want that! I just wanted to live like a normal teenager,
with friends, a social life, possibly even a boyfriend. I feel SO much better now that I’m out of
that house, and for the first time in my life I feel safe and secure knowing
that I’m rid of him forever.”
“But how can you go on… just like that?” He snapped his
fingers to get his point across.
“It’s not easy, Inuyasha, but I’m working on it.”
“But-“
“No buts! No more buts.
I had a bad childhood with a terrible role model who dubbed himself a father. That’s all there is to it. Please, just try to forget about all of it, I
know I’m trying to. Don’t burden
yourself with my hurts that are pretty much gone. I was hurting for a long time, but now I’m
almost all better because I’m away from the source of all my pain. So please,
don’t feel sorry for me.”
“But what about the scalding hot showers and the flinching
and the-“ Kagome interrupted him once more.
“I told you, I’m working on it. Wouldn’t you feel like taking hot showers to
get rid of the dirty feeling? The feeling that you won’t ever be clean? Maybe I won’t ever stop taking hot showers or
flinching when people unexpectedly touch me on the shoulder. Maybe I won’t, but that’s for me to deal
with. If you think that’s bad you should
have lived in that hell hole of a house with me.”
The both of them fell silent not really knowing what to say
now that the truth was out. In full
honesty, Kagome realized how much Inuyasha had actually helped her. He listened to her scream about the past
eighteen years without question. She
felt as if a lead weight had been removed from the bottom of her stomach.
When Kagome raised her head she saw Inuyasha give her a
small, warm smile. The first true smile
he had ever given her. It made her feel
all funny on the inside.
Inuyasha wed Ked Kagome as she opened the envelope a few
steps away from them. He couldn’t help
but think about her and her dilemma. How
could she still be so composed after years of torture? Inuyasha decided he neede kno know more aboutr. Mr. More about her past. More about her father. And then he could help her in any way that he
could. He couldn’t explain this feeling,
this need to protect her.
And then he felt her heart speed up and then he saw her
hands grip the paper until it crumpled beneath her touch. Her faced was drained of all color and her
body shook with fear.
“Kagome? Inuyasha?
Is that okay with you?” Inuyasha spun
around and focused in on Miroku and Sango.
They were waiting for some kind of answer.
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“Hn?” He asked, his senses still in tune with Kagome.
“Weren’t you listening?
Sango offered us a place to stay at her family dojo provided we work
there and train there as her apprentices.
We’ll probably have to quit our jobs since it’s so far away. What do you think? Free housing? Free food? Some exercise and the smell of fresh pine?”
It was obvious Miroku wanted to go.
“Yes! Let’s go! How generous of you Sango! I’m so happy I’ll
be able to get to know you better!” It
was Kagome who spoke, anxiety evident in her voice. Inuyasha nodded almost reluctantly, still
aware that her heart was beating too quickly, her face was pale, and the smile
on her face was forced. “What do you
think Inuyasha? Isn’t this… great!?” She
asked suddenly chipper.
“Yeah… great.” He stared at Kagome
in the eyes, his gaze burning into hers asking questions that she could not,
would not answer. She turned her head away from his penetrating stare, refusing
to confirm his beliefs.
What’s going on? What’s this all about, Kagome? It can’t have
been from him, could it?
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