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Never go back	By : KiraIsJudgement Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN Thank you Niako for your review. I love getting them : ) I hope you enjoy where this story goes. Going take some big twists from here on.
　
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I turn to face the him. With all my might I force my eyes to crack open and barely catch the sight of shoulder length silver hair standing out like a beckon against the gloomy darkness.
“Kagome?” he inquires.
　
　
　
　
“Kagome? Are you certain, My Lord?” the women asked the first familiar, and therefore welcoming, person I’ve encountered since my return.
“Do not question me. This is without a doubt the same miko that my brother once idealized.”
My heart both flutters and sinks at his statement. He has just removed all doubt that his is Inuyasha’s older brother, Sesshomaru. Finally someone that can help me.
On the other hand, did he say ‘once idealized?’ As in, used to? No longer? Has Inuyasha moved on? Has he really forgotten me?
Right now I need to not focus on that horrible possibility. What I need to do is get out of here and back on my feet so I can find my love. Though Sesshomaru might not be my first choice in saviors, I definitely won’t complain. No way would he, even with being one of the biggest insensitive, heartless, cold, jerks of all time, would leave me here like this. Any second I am expecting to hear the death screams of my captures as Sesshomaru slices them to pieces. He would kill a human for a lot less then the crimes these have committed. This is gonna be good.
“Sorry, My Lord. I didn’t mean to insult you. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her, I hadn’t even recognized her. Not that she looks much like what I remember, her body’s a mess.”
“What happened to her?” Shessomaru blunty asked. I can feel the tension as Hikari stumbles over his tongue. He’s obviously scared. Good, the bastard should be.
“S-sorry My Lord. If I had known you knew the girl I would have made her off limits and held her for you. Um… I believe that she is not permanently damaged… She should recover quickly. I can have her cleaned and…”
“I do not enjoy repeating myself. What has befallen the miko?” I close my eyes and smile. Well at least I think I’m smiling. My mouth is so sore, I’m not even sure, but who cares? Not me. I’m enjoying listening to Hikari squirm and piss off the one guy with a worse temper than Inuyasha. Now I kinda do wish that Tarou was in here too.
“Well, I… She was being very unruly, and was taught to behave.” Hikari finds his resolve and states that as calmly as he can. Like letting me beaten and assaulted is a normal and acceptable act.
The tent becomes eerily quite as Sesshomaru youkai presses in closes to me. His face is right next to mine, and I can’t help but shudder. Why do I feel so afraid? I know he wouldn’t hurt me, not like Tarou had at least, but I feel sick just having him close. My stomach turns as his cool breath tickles my neck. Something that would have made me blush in the past, now makes me ill. Is this how my body will act when a man is too close from now on?
“She is unaware of her situation and acts like a beaten child, trying to shut herself off from the world. She does not even recognize me.” He backs away. “I have no use for a miko that is broken, nor the time to wait for her to heal. Come. We’re leaving.” As Sesshomaru and the woman both turn to leave the words really hit me.
What? I do too know my situation. And I know how fucked up it is. And I know it’s you, Sesshomaru. To hell if I’m going let you leave without taking me with you. I am not broken, damn it!
I yell out his name, and curse him for being such an asshole, but only a whimper comes out. But that seems to have worked, because he stops and slowly approaches my side.
“Miko. If you really wish to leave here then you must say so. I will remove you from this situation only if you can prove to me that you still hold your wits. You must do this for yourself.”
I force my eyes open and focus through swollen lids and tears. He’s a bit fuzzy, but still looks much like I remember. Ivory skin with the brilliant claw marks on his cheeks and the blue crest moon adorning his forehead. His kimono is pristinely white, but instead of the colored honeycomb and flower design it one had, it now has thick black stripes at the cuffs and diagonally across the chest. He doesn’t look a day older then when I first met him and still has his normal deadly, cold, expression. But something different...
“You cut your hair.” It was a whisper, but the words really did come out. Only problem is, now he’ll think I’m crazy. ‘You cut your hair.’ That’s what I say as my plea for help? My proof of self awareness? What’s wrong with me? I bite my lip, waiting for him to pronounce me insane.
“Load her on Ah-Un. She’s coming with us.”
　
　
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The fact that Sesshomaru didn’t kill my captures was a horrible let down, but at least he didn’t pay for me. He only informed Hikari that I now belong to him and we were leaving. Too bad Hikari didn’t fight that decision.
For right now, it will have to do. Once I find Inuyasha, we will return for proper revenge. I am just so happy to be out of there, vengeance will have to take a back seat.
The ride on Ah-Un’s back was a lot smoother then I thought it would be, which was a relief. Even gliding through the air on a beast that doesn’t even look like it could run much less fly, strained my abused body. Every little movement sent waves of pain through me, but thankfully the trip was short. Soon I found ourselves landing in a small clearing in the woods.
I did my best not to react at the strong arms holding me, hoping not to make him rethink his decision, as I was lifted off the two headed dragon bridal style and brought inside a small hut. He laid me down on a straw bed then left the woman the task of caring for me.
That was three days ago. I spend all day resting and healing from my wounds. Now that I have regain some consciousness I can finally see, and feel, the results of my disobedience towards Tarou.
Boot-tipped shaped bruises litter my body. And in many places skin spilt into ragged tears from the sheer power of Tarou fists impacted my fresh. I have several broken ribs that keep me as still as I can possible remain. Every move I make set them ablaze in agony, even breathing must be done carefully to keep from wincing. The smell of infection creeps up my nostrils from a particularly deep laceration on my right cheek bone.
My attacker had slammed my face against the rough tree bark with such force that it ripped off a inch long piece of fresh. The wound wasn’t too deep, and with some proper cleaning, would heal up quickly enough. But I would never look quite the same again. My once blemish free face will forever now remind me of the horror of that night.
This little house is painfully still and they let me sleep. No one has even tried talking to me yet, not that I think I could hold a conversation anyways, so I’ll gratefully take the time I need to heal.
I’ve heard Sesshomaru come and go quite often outside. I hardly sense his aura in the house. I know I am holding up their travels and it seems he isn’t one for staying putting. Not exactly how I pictured him, always thought he would be a lot less antsy then this. I thought he would be calmer, more collected.
The woman, who I still haven’t been properly introduced to, has taken very good care of me, being careful with my body while cleaning my cuts and changing my bandages. She reminds me of Sango with as intelligent, caring and strong as she is, except that she’s much older than my friend. This women is about the same age as my own mother.
The house is quiet. I feel safe. Strange how I’m mad at myself for that. Last week I was doing my best to sleep through women screaming, but now I am cuddling up in blankets in blissful silence. I’m ashamed. The old me wouldn’t be willing to take this freedom so easily while leaving others to suffer, but I can’t help them now. I couldn’t even help myself. Still can’t. Every time I close my eyes I see the blank expressionless eyes of the girls, the blood dripping from the abused bodies, or the sinister grin of Tarou. As soon as possible, I will go back and save those girls. I will kill those bastards.
“Hello, Kagome.” I turn to look at my caretaker as she stands beside my bed.
She’s wearing a suit much like Sango’s demon slayer outfit, except for without the splash of pink. This one is fully black and grey. Which she looks great in it, obviously very fit, even through she was to be pushing forty. Her body looks like one of a twenty year old fighter. Wish mine was that toned. Her shoulder length black hair is pulled back tightly into ponytail, keeping it out of her sweet, but age-worn face, and she smiles kindly at me. She seems so familiar, but I just can’t place her.
She pull out a long sword from her obi, laying it down in front of her and kneels beside me.
“Kagome, can you speak yet? We must talk.”
I haven’t even tried speaking in days. I want to get through this with it being as surreal as possible, talking makes me acknowledge this is really happening.
“Y-yes,” my voice cracks from lack of use.
“Good. Please explain some things to me. How’d you end up in a place like that? When did you come back? And why are you here? It’s not safe for you anymore.”
“Um, those guys took me from Edo. I came for Inuyasha. I came to be with him.” She goes wide-eyed at the mention of Inuyasha name. She knows something.
“You know him. Where can I find him? Please, tell me where he is. I need to see him.” I scramble to my knees, ignoring the pain, and cup the woman’s hands in my own. I give her my best puppy dog face, but she goes tight-lipped and sad eyed as she looks away. “Please, tell me? I love him.”
The front door creaks open and Sesshomaru enters. He walks up next to the woman, lays a clawed hand on her shoulder and stares cautiously at me.
I stare up at him hopefully. He of all people would know where Inuyasha has gone and how I can find him. Excitement overcomes me when he opens his mouth to speak.
“My brother is dead.”
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