Innocence Lost | By : DarkRoseBlood Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 6323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author Notes: *clucks tongue* Was supposed to be smutty pwp. Actually came out as smutty thing with angsty somewhat cliche torture-story kind of a plot. Unbetaed as well. Bleh.
For Evi-chan, because she’s the only one who can make me write InuKag (albeit in my own twisted way). My eyes burn at the canon-ness. Hope you enjoy!
disclaimer: I don’t Inuyasha. It’s sad, I know.
warnings: crude language; InuKag with citrus-flavored angst.
Comments and constructive criticism are love. o_O
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Innocence Lost
by scelerus animus
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She was innocent in that all too naive and all too fuckable way.
Innocence shined from wide, unusually child-like eyes, sweet lollipop blue generously gushing blueberry-flavored naiveté, unknowingly tempting the world around her with her far too short school uniform skirt and soft, milky-white, virgin legs.
She was the kind of modest girl who would blush if someone mentioned her virginity in front of her but would also flush in naive pride of the fact. She was the kind of girl a boy would bring home to his mother and the two would become instant friends; the kind that still firmly believed in her foolish views of the world, the kind that one would often want to slap her back into harsh reality but really couldn’t touch because she looked too delicate, too innocent.
And still she had the innocence, in her pouty mouth and starry, blueberry-flavored lollipop gaze and smooth flawless china doll skin, that was begging to be fucked and de-virginized.
And, oh holy fuck, did Inuyasha want to be the one that claimed her innocence. Pound it out of her as he pounded into her. And he would be, if only because he was a stubborn bastard—one that knew he was a damn sexy stubborn bastard who got what he wanted.
Normally, he wouldn’t have gone for her type. The giggly, school-girl type with that sickeningly saccharine innocence, which after too long a period spent in her company inevitably would make him want to bash her head and tape her mouth shut so he wouldn’t have to listen to her annoyingly naive ideals.
Normally, he couldn’t give a damn about the girls he screwed.
Nevertheless, one day—a normal, boring day like any other—while ditching class, he had happened to walk pass some abstract classroom and had seen her. Had seen that innocence sparkling in those oddly alluring, uniquely bright eyes. Had heard it in the way she laughed at a comment made by one of her equally annoying, giggly friends. Had tasted it in the way she took another generous lick of the candy lollipop she oh-so innocently rolled between slender white fingers. Had heard it in the loud, definite smack and pop that wickedly sounded through the still air as she sucked on her sinful candy.
And oh, fuck yeah, how had Inuyasha wanted to claim and uncaringly devour that innocence at that moment.
Delicious fantasies of milky-white skin, innocent blueberry eyes, and luscious cherry-red lips swimming recklessly in his head, Inuyasha smirked as the teacher called out the girl’s name.
Kagome Higurashi.
Predatory golden eyes flicked once more to girl before Inuyasha easily jumped down from the tree in which he had been perched as he watched her. Absently, Inuyasha licked his lips as he exited the school grounds.
Oh hell yeah, he would definitely claim Kagome Higurashi’s innocence and fuck it—and her—to oblivion.
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And he did. Fuck her, that is.
With one sinful smirk, Inuyasha had pushed her against a wall. And fucked her. And what had made it that much more satisfying was that she had allowed it; eventually, she had given in. To him.
Greedily trailing eager hands across her delicious milky-white skin, he had uncaringly torn her pale blue shirt, cupped her generous perky white breasts, squeezed, and watched with a triumphant golden gaze as she threw her head back and moaned.
Her voice was young and innocent and breathless. It was pure sweet victory to his ears.
Inuyasha taunted her with whispered words, rough but pleasurable touches, and watched as she melted in his grasp.
Then after more appetizing caresses, he had delved under her too short, too tempting skirt and ripped her baby pink panties off. With another shudder and more mewling, begging sounds, she had urged him on.
Inuyasha had teased her more, feeling, rubbing that sweet innocence, before, with one feral growl and thrust, he had entered her.
Her scream alone could have brought him to come, sweet and pained but still pleading with him to continue. So, naturally, he did.
And as he pounded into her, her cries of ecstasy and painful pleasure like victory bells ringing in his ears, Inuyasha reflected that she had proved to be a good challenge, a thrilling chase, and an excellent fuck. Even when he had to actually murmur sweet nothings and say those annoying three little words that innocent girls such as her lived to hear simply to get her, Inuyasha decided that it had been worth it.
Worth it to claim those supple lips and luscious skin. Worth it to devour and claim that innocence shining in her blueberry-flavored lollipop gaze.
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Three months later, as Inuyasha awoke feeling sick and groggy, in a darkened classroom, with dried blood clotted on the side of his head and matted into his prized white hair, he wondered if all of it had truly been worth it.
“You told me you loved me,” a distantly familiar saccharine voice murmured.
Though, now, that jarringly sweet voice sounded like skull-splitting gongs ringing incessantly, painfully in his head. Too dizzy to even sit up, Inuyasha slumped back to the cold linoleum.
When his golden gaze was able to clear enough to discern the peculiar shadows that lazily played across the classroom, Inuyasha finally recognized that the trembling form only five feet away from him to which the disturbingly familiar voice belonged.
Kagome Higurashi.
Even in his dazed state, Inuyasha could tell she was a mess. Her once immaculate, pristine uniform was noticeably dirty and wrinkled as if she had not cared or bothered to change it in several days. And she shook glaringly violent shudders that ran throughout her entire body. Slender fingers fiercely gripped the chair on which she half sat, half-sprawled, as if she could barely hold herself up.
In the forbiddingly dark room, Inuyasha noticed the only things that actually stood out was her milky-white skin eerily glowing against the surrounding blackness, and her pearly, crystalline tears glistening as they streamed down her pale face—her pale lovely face that was now twisted into a haunting look of pure agony.
Yes, those two things were initially prominent in the shifting shadows of the room as well as the telltale shine of the barrel of the gun, already stained with a glossy splash of crimson from when she had hit him over the head, that she held pointed at him in one oddly steady hand.
“You told me you loved me and you lied to me,” she muttered again in a mellifluous, sweet, strangled voice.
But perhaps what frightened Inuyasha the most, besides her tortured face, her hollow voice, even the polished gun pointed unwaveringly at his head, was her blueberry-flavored lollipop gaze staring directly at him, broken and lifeless.
Innocence gone. Innocence not only devoured, not only destroyed, but utterly, infinitely obliterated. By him.
“I…” Inuyasha started but couldn’t finish. He tried once more to stand but realized his hands—hands that had run eagerly over her smooth, milky-white skin—were harshly bound.
Horror flooded into his stunned golden gaze, like the torrent rapids of a shattered dam that could never be stopped.
Tilting her head, allowing stray wisps of raven hair to fall across her pale agonized face, Kagome slowly smiled, sweet cherry lips curved into an empty, cruel smirk.
Then she pulled the trigger.
~ Owari ~
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