InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[….] - represents a flash back.

Chapter Two

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The air hits her skin, stinging it - burning it.

And the blood, it pools around her, flowing languidly from the thick disgusting gashes.

He looks at her, his eyes somewhat sympathetic, but remains unmoving - watching as the blood continued to rise - continued to spark with her Light.

Her Mentor is near, an eyebrow raised in question, and yet, he too doesn't move, his long claws digging into the flesh of his leg.

She smiles bitterly.

They both say that they care, but she doesn't believe them.

They don't care enough.

Her blood flows faster, soaking into the thin nightgown that was once white, staining it a dark crimson.

If she had been hunting - it would have beautiful. But the pain coursing through her, the pain that they were causing her to feel, it cut deep within her, pressing at her heart - drowning her will.

They don't care enough.

They claim to love her, but they are just words of respite, they just attempt to appease her soul.

She doesn't need it - she doesn't want it.

She wants the truth, but whenever she asks they look at her strangely and her Mentor - he laughs, shaking his head slightly.

She cares for them, and yet -

She hates them both.

Her heart stings from the loss.

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Her world shattered.

And her fingers - they gripped his clothing tightly, the tears streaming down her face.

This was not how she wanted it to be, it wasn't supposed to be painful. She had thought that he would go about it gently, slowly knitting her world back together, but once again he decided to hurt her - to cause her unwanted pain.

It had happened before - when he had first tasted her Light, the very substance that allowed her to live - he had caused the pain to shoot throughout her body, drowning her in agony. She could still remember the thick red blood dripping from the wounds on her arms - the vein in her neck. She could still remember resting limply on the floor, her entire body shaking with the change that was overcoming her - she could still remember her Mentor standing above her, worry lines creasing his brows, as he kneeled closer and closer to her, one trembling hand reaching out to touch her wounds.

She could remember it all.

And - and ever since that day, she had wished for nothing more than her death, to not feel the pain any longer.

She hadn't fed at first.

It was nothing more than a dream - a pigment of her imagination. He wouldn't be coming back, he would leave her be.

But he didn't.

He came back, days after the pain, his amber eyes penetrating her very soul.

["You aren't feeding," he whispered harshly, gripping her shoulders tightly.]

He was always taller than her, she mused, falling onto the ground in a crumpled heap, her body shaking with dry sobs.

["I don't see the purpose," she replied, jerking away from him, "You are nothing but a dream."]

His energy was lacing through her, attempting to heal all the damage that her Mirror had bestowed upon her - helping to reinforce her barriers.

["I'm not some fucking dream," he bit back angrily, crouching down in front of her as she languidly combed the hair of one of her dolls, "I'm a Shadow, I'm real."]

Her Mentor crouched down next to her, placing a comforting hand on her forehead, taking note of her dilated pupils, how cold and clammy her skin had become.

["Mommy told me that Shadows don't exist. They are just stories - the kind that people make up because they have over active imaginations." She retorted, gently placing her doll on her bed.]

"Kagome," Inuyasha murmured, running his fingers through her hair, "stop trying to fight it."

["Stories?" He asked slowly, watching the girl incredulously.]

Kagome trembled, goose bumps forming on her skin as his soul raced through her body, mending and strengthening her shattering light.

["Just like the lights in the swamp. They aren't real," the little girl responded, giving him a determined look, "Youaren't real."]

Inuyasha's fingers intertwined with her own, his golden eyes clouding over in distress. The attachment of his soul - it was supposed to help her. It wasn't supposed to have this type of affect on the teenage girl.

["Your mother lied to you," he hissed coldly, his hand snaking out to wrap around her tiny bicep, "Shadows are real."]

Wounds appeared on her skin, the tiny lacerations stinging as the icy wind hit them, causing thin trails of blood to slide down her arms. Inuyasha's eyes widened in realization; his deft fingers freezing in her hair. Kagome gave a tiny yelp - the lacerations widening as Inuyasha's energy crackled in the small pools of blood - effectively shattering everything he had attempted to mend.

["No," the girl sounded, trying to pull away from him, " mommy would never lie to me! You're the liar!"]

"Fuck!" Inuyasha hissed, pulling away from the bleeding girl, watching as the tears poured down her face, her mouth opening and closing in an attempt to form a coherent sentence. But Inuyasha knew what was wrong - he didn't need to hear her say it. His eyes darted around the clearing, attempting to find the source of her pain - attempting to quell the tightening of his chest, but it was no use.

["You fucking brat," he spat bitterly, digging his claws into her skin as she squealed in pain, "if I wasn't real, then why the hell am I causing you pain?"]

And then - it stopped.

The tears continued to pour down her face, her throat tight as her body shook, the air still prodding at the wounds, causing them to sting in an almost bitter resentment. She could feel her Mentor coming closer to her, and she curled into a protective ball, hating him for all the pain that he had caused her. She didn't want him to touch her - she didn't want to look at him ever again. Her entire body ached, her soul and her barriers were once again shattered and her lips - they continued to burn with the intensity of his kiss.

The only kiss she had ever been given outside of her dreams.

She hated him even more.

["I - I don't know!"]

"Kagome?" Inuyasha asked quietly, gently placing a hand against her forehead.

She jerked away, her body protesting the movements, but trying to relay the message that she - she hated him. She hated him more than anything. She had gone to him, hoping that there would be someway to get rid of the pain - but he had only caused her more.

["I'm real," he murmured menacingly, bringing his bloodied fingers to his lips, "and you need to feed."]

"No," Kagome whispered, fixing her Mentor with a glare, "don't touch me."

["Feed?"]

"Who did it?" Inuyasha asked, kneeling down next to her, ignoring the stab of pain that racked through his body. Kagome moved away from him, wincing as the lacerations spilled more blood, but gave him a steady gaze - her face devoid of emotion, and yet her eyes expressing everything.

["Kill."]

"You did," Kagome retorted angrily, her fingers digging into the moist earth beneath her. Inuyasha growled, his amber eyes narrowing dangerously before he stood up, his arms crossing over his chest.

["I don't want to kill," the girl whispered as he scooped her into his arms, nuzzling the top of her head gently.]

"Oh fuck this!" Inuyasha growled, slamming his fist into a near by tree, "I just tried to help you and all you could do - all you fucking can do - you ungrateful bitch!"

["You have no other choice."]

"I hate you!" Kagome screamed, jumping to her feet despite her injuries, " I never asked for any of this! You - it was all you and your indecisiveness!"

Inuyasha smirked bitterly, shaking his head wearily. Kagome continued to stand, her fists clenched at her sides, her blue eyes burning with fury. Absently, Inuyasha twirled the end of his silvery locks around his fingers, his amber eyes flecked with red.

"You were innocent," he replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, "Wind punishes those who kill the innocent. And Wind," Inuyasha smirked devilishly, falling against a tree, "he will make your punishment extremely pleasurable yet painful at the same time. I don't want to fucking deal with that," Inuyasha looked at Kagome, all form of malice dissipating from both his voice and his expression, " Besides, I have already chosen."

Kagome's body went numb.

Inuyasha watched her impassively, smirking as tears began to flow from her eyes once more.

"You - you can't possibly care," Kagome whispered, her eyes lowering to the floor.

Inuyasha merely shrugged, his eyes lingering on Kagome's bloody form. "More than you know," came his almost silent reply.

"But - why?"

Inuyasha remained silent, turning his eyes towards the midnight blue sky, shivering as the icy wind caused goose bumps to rise on his ivory skin. He could feel Kagome's eyes burning into him once more, filled with anger, resentment, and disbelief.

"It's obvious I didn't give you enough of my soul to protect you from your Mirror," Inuyasha replied evasively, "I'm gonna have to get some outside help."

Kagome harrumphed, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

"You're avoiding the question," she retorted, stepping into his line of vision.

"You'd have to be pretty fucking stupid not to know the reason," Inuyasha replied before turning away from her, "go home, you need to rest."

Kagome merely nodded, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes as he disappeared.

Why? Why do you care so much?

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The woman trembled, her eyes cast downwards as he fixated that cold amused smile at her.

He was always good that - looking amiable despite the cold hatred that was swelling within him. It was what drew her to him; it was what had made him so completely intriguing to begin with. But now - now that she truly knew what he was like - now that she truly knew most of the thoughts that ran through his mind, she could not help but hate him.

She could not help but hate him because he was so powerful - because he was able to take away everything that she loved with a flick of his wrist.

And she knew - she knew that she should not have become attached. She knew that she not have allowed her childish fantasies to break past her barriers only to consume her heart.

She hated him for it.

Hated him for making her so completely weak - and yet - she loved him.

She couldn't help but love him.

Because he was simply so kind - so gentle.

When she felt him pressed against her body, both of them slick and wet, she couldn't help the shiver of ecstasy as he touched her, as his lips danced across her jaw. She couldn't help but love him as his hands stroked her body, bringing her closer and closer to her release - causing her toes to curl and tears to fall from her eyes.

She couldn't help but love him as he whispered to her, his voice low and seductive, his breath tickling her skin.

Because he treated her with respect - because he treated her as his equal.

And she loved him for that.

But now - now he was simply so cold - distrusting, and he let her know.

He let her know that he wanted her no longer - that he was tired and angered.

Now he didn't touch her, he didn't look at her. Now his voice was harsh and cold, filled with malice and scorn. Now he dreamed of her death - of tasting her blood on his tongue - of watching as crimson rivulets dripped from his fingers.

And now, she hated him.

Now, she couldn't bear to look at him.

Because it hurt - because he didn't want her any longer.

Because he had another. One that could please him more - one that would allow his heart of ice to settle upon her - to drown her in his lust and his sorrow. And she hated him for it. Because he had promised that she was the only one. Because he had promised that he would want her - only touch her and love her. And she wanted to feel that touch once more - she wanted to be able to look into his burning crimson eyes and know that he saw only her and her alone.

But he didn't.

And she knew that.

And as she looked up at him, his eyes pinning her in place, burning through her soul with such power - it froze her heart, and reminded her of how much she truly hated him.

It reminded her of how much she wanted to see him covered in crimson - his lungs burning and his eyes turning glassy.

But it wouldn't work that way.

And she knew.

"Daughter," he whispered maliciously, striding towards her, his black hair cascading all around her.

"Master," she bowed, her hands clenched into fists at her side.

"Rise," he responded in a cold pleased voice, and she could feel his breath on her neck, heat radiating from his body.

And she did, her russet eyes immediately seeking his dark, cold expression.

But then, his hands were curling around her neck, drawing her closer, hate marring his expression - hate for her. Hate for the one he once loved.

"You know," was all he said, and at first, she wanted to tell him. But she also wanted to lie to him. She wanted to tell him that no, she didn't know - she had no idea what was going on. But as his eyes bore into hers, she knew that she wouldn't be able to. Because he would see it in her eyes - he would hear it in her voice. And she couldn't lie to him. Because as much as she hated him - she loved him as well.

"I do."

"And yet, you will not tell me," he responded, a wicked smile spreading across his face, his eyes twinkling with a wicked amusement.

"No," she whispered, feeling his heat settling around her - feeling her lungs burning and her eyes watering.

She could see it settling around them; she could see him tainting the darkness, pulling them both into it.

"But I can tell," he whispered suddenly, his lips dancing across her jaw, "it has been broken."

"Yes," she whispered, tears springing to her eyes, "it has been broken. But - but a sprite was there Master. A sprite saw what had happened, and he has gone to tell his master."

"Most unfortunate for you," he drawled, drawing back slightly.

A deafening silence reigned between them, her fear spiking inside of her, causing her chest to clench painfully and her heart to ache.

And suddenly, her scream ripped through the air, the darkness wavering slightly.

Her lungs were burning, poison pricking at her skin - tearing it, causing it to blister and bleed. And she could taste the bile on her tongue, causing her stomach to lurch painfully - her chest throbbing as pain rocketed through her body, pinching and pulling on her nerves, the Light slowly draining for her body.

All she could think of as tears sprung to her eyes, was that she wanted more - was that she needed to see her blood spilling across the floor - that she needed to fill her head with more doubts. Because it was what pleased him - it was what caused him to come to her - to take her in his arms once more and give her what she craved. What she desired.

And as she clutched at her chest, attempting to stop the blood - attempting to close the wounds as he slowly drained the Light from her body, she knew that she could not fail him. That she could not disappoint him.

Because she wanted him.

Because she loved him.

And as much as he had corrupted her heart - as much as he had tainted her mind, she knew that it could be no other way.

But as he leaned down over her, his ebony hair cascading over his shoulders - the moon illuminating his ivory skin, her heart wept.

Because she hated him.

"Break her," he whispered cruelly, "wound her, make her bleed."

"Ma-master?" Tentatively, almost as though she were afraid, she reached a hand towards him, tears staining her eyes as a thick dark red blood dripped from her fingertips, splattering against the ground.

"I want to hear her scream."

"Bu-but what about… Wind?"

"He will do his best to protect her," he replied calmly, his fingers sliding through her blood, "but then he will forget."

"And the Daughter?"

Her master merely smiled, energy crackling around them as he brought his fingers to his lips, her blood sweet on his tongue.

"Shadows," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead, "now make her bleed, Daughter. Make her come to me."

And she would.

Because she had no other choice.

Because she loved him.

She would feed off her light - she would consume it until there was nothing left. She would watch her as she broke - as tears spilled from her eyes - as she whimpered in pain as her blood flowed from her body. She would consume everything.

She would make her master proud.

She would make her master want her once more.

"Good girl," he whispered as poison settled around them, causing her chest to clench painfully.

And then, he pressed a kiss to her temple, her name nothing more than a gentle whisper of the wind as he disappeared - allowing the darkness to consume him once more.

But she would treasure it always.

Because he said it with such conviction - such trust.

It was the sweetest touch he had ever given her.

And as she slowly faded into unconsciousness she knew that it would remain forever in her mind, guiding her through the darkness, keeping her from death.

She couldn't help but love him for it.

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"Daughter."

Bright crimson eyes regarded her carefully, before the woman nodded, feather's dancing around her carefully - causing the woman to be instantly on guard.

"Witch," the woman retorted snidely, smiling as the woman tensed, her hands clenching into fists at her side.

"I preferred to be called Sango."

"Very well," she drawled, smirking in arrogance at the scowl that passed over the other woman's face, "I shall call you Sango."

"But what about you? Surely you do not wish to be called Daughter all the time."

"It is appropriate," she responded, growling as one of her feathers brushed against Sango's face.

"I need to speak to Wind."

"And why would brother want to speak to a lowly witch such as yourself?" the Daughter asked, her eyes twinkling in amusement.

And for the briefest moment, Sango allowed a surge of anger to take over her, before settling down quickly, folding her arms over her chest as the Daughter's feathers danced around her - tickling her skin in amusement.

"It is in regards to Inuyasha and his Seedling, Higurashi Kagome," Sango spoke, distantly aware of the fact that the feather's picked up their pace - that they were now scratching her skin - the tips becoming harder, sharper.

"And what is the news, Sango?" the Daughter asked as she reclined in her seat, her fingers moving deftly over the stone in front of her - dipping into every crevice - sliding over every jagged edge. And Sango could see the tips of her fingers tearing - blood splattering against the uneven surface.

Sango was disgusted.

But at the same time, she was amused.

"I believe, " Sango started, doing her best to ignore the sharp stabs of pain that rocketed through her body as the Daughter's feathers sliced her skin, attempting to taste her thick coppery blood, "that this business is between Wind and I."

The Daughter glared.

And her feathers - her feathers danced around her faster - their ends becoming sharper, the wind becoming colder and harsher, and more blood splattered to the ground, staining the dark earthen floor a crimson red.

"I would speak if I were you," the Daughter whispered maliciously, her bleeding fingers hovering over the stone.

"And I would stop if I were you," Sango retorted, smiling in amusement as her skin began to heal - her blood crackling with energy.

"You know as well as I do," the Daughter growled, her hands curling into fists, "that you are forbidden from using your magic here. If a single incantation even slips past those pretty little lips of yours, I won't hesitate to kill you."

"And yet, when Wind finds out that his precious little sister is refusing to let his servant speak to him, he will kill you."

"Be that as it may," the Daughter started, her bloodied fingers descending upon the stone once more, "I am still his sister, and everything must be cleared through me. And I will not allow some little witch to undermine my authority."

Sango smirked.

"But you have me mistaken, Daughter. I do not mean to undermine you, I simply wish to do my job."

"And that must start by letting me do mine."

Silence reigned over them briefly, crimson staring harshly into chocolate, the wind cold and icy around them, the crackling of blood illuminating their pale skin - flowing blood staining the earth - painting it a beautiful crimson.

And then, the Daughter's hands were dancing over the jagged stone again, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards in amusement as it slowly started to glow, illuminating the cold dark room. And for a second, the witch was able to see everything in the room - the moss covered stonewalls, the skeletons, the shadows dancing about, the death. She could see it all, but she would not allow it to frighten her. She would not allow it descend upon her heart, freezing it in place.

Distantly, she could feel the ice blanketing the room, she could feel the feathers stop dancing across her skin - and she knew.

She knew that he had heard - that he had listened to her call - that he had come to humor her.

And then she could feel his warmth dancing across her skin - she could feel his lips pressing to her temples - she could taste his blood on her tongue.

Then the sweet pressure of his lips was gone - the warmth of his body was dissipating, and she could see the Daughter bowing, her feathers positioned behind her, trembling with fright.

She could see his blue eyes glittering from the light of the stone, the small, amused smile on his face.

"You may rise, sister," he said kindly, smiling as she looked at him, her crimson eyes showing her annoyance.

"Now, Sango, what it is that you have come to tell me?"

"She has news, brother," the Daughter said quickly, bowing as her brother shot her a disapproving look.

"News?"

"Yes, Wind," Sango replied with a curt bow, "News of Inuyasha and his Seedling - "

"Higurashi Kagome?" Wind asked curiously, an eyebrow arching in mild amusement, "I am quite… familiar with her, Sango."

Sango regarded Wind carefully, a scowl on her face as her eyes narrowed, and behind him, she could see the Daughter vibrating with slight anger, her tiny white feathers spinning furiously around her body.

"Familiar?"

"He's been visiting her in her dreams," the Daughter spat, her feathers quivering dangerously.

Wind turned, his fists clenched together tightly, as he leveled his sister with a glare, silently daring her to speak against him again.

"I would ask you to hold your tongue, Kagura."

"You ungrateful bastard," Kagura growled, shaking with rage, "it's not my fault that you're slipping into the dreams of a whore!"

And suddenly, she was flung back against the way, her feathers frozen in the air as Wind snapped his fingers.

And his shadows were surrounding him, caressing him gently as his sister glared at him harshly, her feathers falling to the ground in a heap.

"I suggest you learn to be more respectful, Kagura."

"Daughter. You shall call me Daughter," Kagura growled before her feathers surrounded her, blocking her from sight.

Sango couldn't help but smirk vindictively, wincing in pain as one, single, solitary feather sliced through her skin, reminding her of who she served - of who she obeyed. And Sango couldn't help but hate her for it - hate herself for not being able to be stronger - to have obtained her powers at an earlier age.

But Wind had protected her from it.

Wind had wanted her to stay innocent - to allow her to grow into a beautiful young woman before giving her tainted powers. And for that, she was slightly grateful. But she knew that as long as she remained a lowly witch, Kagura would forever smite her, she would forever remind her that she was weaker - unable to lead in the way that she wanted to.

She resented Wind for it.

"How is she?" Wind asked, his voice suddenly soft, snapping Sango out of her reverie.

"She is," Sango hesitated, attempting to find the right words, but failing miserably, "I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Start from the beginning," Wind suggested, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Inuyasha is jealous," Sango replied, watching curiously as Wind sat in front of the stone, his fingers moving across the jagged surface with expert precision. However, unlike his sister, Sango noticed that he didn't tear his skin - that he didn't bleed.

"Of that, I am aware," he said, his eyes becoming half-lidded, "but it is the price he must pay for tainting an innocent. Surely you are aware of the fact that he has already been punished, yes?"

"Yeah," Sango said, suddenly uncomfortable, "I have spoken to him on many occasions in fact. And…"

"And?"

"Higurashi Kagome hates him."

"Sango," Wind started, sounding almost exasperated, "I have summoned you hear to bring me news, not to speak to me of the things that I am already aware of."

"Very well," Sango replied, looking oddly disappointed, "but you told me to start from the beginning."

Wind arched an eyebrow in question.

"Fine," Sango growled, understanding the simple gesture, "Her Mirror is leaving her weak and injured. Every time she attempts to feed, her Mirror shows up moments later, and drains the Light from her - making her weak and unable to function. She suffers from blood loss, and spends most days in her room sleeping - attempting to regenerate her broken barriers."

"And has Inuyasha done anything to prevent this?" Wind asked, his fingers freezing over the glowing stone.

"Yes," Sango started, smiling as she saw Wind open his mouth to speak, "but it happened only after I spoke to him and told him that you would come and deal with everything you're way, and he was not in fact happy with that."

"So he did in fact go to help his Seedling?"

"Yeah," Sango replied almost dejectedly, "but when he tried to join their souls to help strengthen her barrier, her Mirror managed to break the connection - she melted into Higurashi's body without her Mentor being able to notice and broke the connection."

"So you're saying?"

"Yeah," Sango said stiffly, her chest clenching painfully, "Kagome is now unbound."

Wind smiled calmly.

"Good."

And then, they both disappeared into the darkness, the luminescent glow of the stone fading into nothingness.

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He touches her slowly - gently.

And for once, she is happy.

She is happy because he has shown that he cares - that he wants her.

And for the briefest second, she can tell that he is happy too.

But then, she sees him frown, and his hands wrap around her waist, drawing her near - holding her close to him.

And she can taste his fear - she can see his doubts.

'Don't leave,' he whispers, as he runs his fingers through her hair, his blue eyes sparkling oddly.

And she smiles, because she understands.

Because she doesn't want to be hurt again.

'I won't,' she replies, clutching his arms tightly.

But he can tell she can't keep her promise - that she won't be able to fulfill it.

Because both of them lie.

Both of them are afraid.

But it is his dream, and she is beautiful.

She is an illusion.

But he doesn't care.

Because it only makes him crave her more.

And he'll have her.

His Chosen.

His Innocent.

His Kagome.