InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heal My Bleeding Heart ❯ The Fight and the Pain ( Chapter 1 )

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She was now alone, so alone. The one she thought had loved her had taken her. He had hurt her. He had broken her. He had been her first, her one, or so she had thought. He had raped her and she knew, she knew, she couldn�t do it. She couldn�t continue on; and as she sat there on the blood soaked ground, she cried. The molten eyes watching the scene flashed as he waited for her next move.

Warning: Angst and citrus galore!
Parings: Kag/Inu Kag/Sess

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 857 | Status: Work In Progress

Heal My Bleeding Heart - Chapter 1 - The Fight and the Pain

Hello all,

This is my first story, and I will be trying to warn on which pages have the lemons and which do not. I will also try to keep updating as quickly as my husband and son will allow. I cannot guarantee anything though. Thank you for reading and please, leave me a review. I would like to know how I am doing!

~Arika Lestin~

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful and talented Rumiko Takahashi. I would however like to borrow Sesshy-sama for an hour-or-so. *Grins Evilly*

Warning: Lemony-Type-Stuff and Gratuitous Violence

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Miroku had been thrown against a tree and Sango's hiraikotsu had been flung back at her. Both were unconscious, and here she was running, half naked, after a full youkai InuYasha.

Her shirt was ripped completely down the front and her skirt was more than a few inches shorter in places. Her mother was going to kill her when she got back with yet another destroyed uniform. She had a few scratches and bruises, but nothing that wouldn't heal with time.

It was by sheer luck that the fight had moved away from the others, but his sword had been broken and the sheath was nowhere to be found! She had to be there to stop him; there was no other way! He might be lost forever if she didn't change him back!

Then from the corner of her eye, she saw it; red and white flashing with black and brown: InuYasha! Here he was in this tiny clearing created by their fight with that four armed beast. The monster, another one of Naraku's disgusting incarnations, was at its last.

“Blades of Blood!” InuYasha shouted as the monster was ripped in twain.

With that, the fight had ended, but there was still one problem left to Kagome, InuYasha. As she knew was necessary, she started to walk toward him showing no fear, only her very real concern. She couldn't lose him. She loved him, and she was sure he held feelings for her as well.

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Dead…Pack…Safe…

Then he heard it: another footstep. As he turned and flexed his claws, the wind shifted and her scent came to him; and as he saw her, he had but one thought as he rushed towards her:

Mine…

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She saw him: his blood-shot eyes, his bare chest, his blood stained hakama. Then she was off her feet, someone was holding her. She looked up and there he was above her; his strong arms underneath her legs and back. His blood stained hakama ruining her already shredded clothes and soaking her hair. She looked down to his chest to see if there were any injuries and that was when she noticed it, he was walking. He was walking back towards that thing!

What is he doing!? He could be hurt! We shouldn't be going back there, we should be heading back to the others!

He came to an abrupt stop, dropping her on the ground in front of the dead pile of flesh. Looking over she shuddered at the disgusting heap of mangled tissue and broken bones.

“Yours…” He grated out.

“Mine? InuYasha, why would…I…” As she looked up at him, she noticed the red eyes and jagged markings indicating his still complete transformation. She still hadn't taken care of that, had she? In this frame of mind, she got up to ask her question.

“InuYasha, come b…”

That was when he kissed her. Not the sweet tender kiss she had dreamed of, but a crushing kiss that bruised her lips and brought pin-pricks of tears to her eyes.

She wanted to pull away. She wanted to sit him. She wanted to do anything, but her body wouldn't respond. As his hand came up her side and his claws destroyed her underwear and the last shreds of her skirt, she finally managed out a whimper.

“Please, InuYasha…don't.”

With those words, he stopped his movements for a few seconds, during which he just stared at her like a she had said the sky was green.

“Mine…” He ground out, pushing her to the ground. He undid his hakama with surprising speed and, stepping out of his pants, flipped her onto her hands and knees, causing her to start crying.

She knew what was coming and she was helpless to stop it. Her body wouldn't respond. She couldn't even scream for help, not like anyone would hear her.

As he knelt down behind her, he grabbed her hips, and plunged into her, causing her to scream in shock and pain. As he set his pace all she could do was repeat the same word over and over again in-between sobs.

“…please…please…please…”

Please don't do this. Please stop. Please, you're hurting me.

As he gave one last thrust, he howled into the cool evening air and promptly went slack.

As Kagome's body gave way underneath the combined weights, InuYasha rolled off to the side, still comatose. She sat up again, struggling with her limbs. Still crying, she shakily got up, making it a few steps before falling again.

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The molten eyes watching the scene flashed as he waited for her next move. Initially he had come simply because he had heard the howl. Now, knowing it was his brother, it was simply curiosity that held him in place. He had seen this before and knew the way things normally played out, but this never did seem to be a normal ningen.

Where others had cowered before him, she had looked him in the eye and had forgone the formalities of calling him `Lord'. This one also seemed to disappear from time to time and wore strange clothing, even for a miko.

Thus, his curiosity was peaked as to her reactions to what had obviously happened before he had arrived.