InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of a Hanyou ❯ The Love of a Hanyou- Prologue ( Prologue )

I do not own Inuyasha in any way shape or form. It in fact belongs to Takahashi Rumiko. However the story is an original plot with the occasional original character. Please enjoy and review.

The Love of a Hanyou

Prologue

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The pulsating beat of the club's music blared relentlessly around her. Her eardrums thumping along with the beat as she struggled her way through the crowd of gyrating bodies. She pushed her way slowly towards the bright neon lit exit sign that continuously tantalized her with thoughts of freedom.

Freedom she was sure, that seemed to slip further and further away from her. She had lost sight of her friends thirty minutes ago and she knew without a doubt that it would be useless to try to find them within this cluster of heated, quivering flesh. Hopefully, she stood more of a chance of being found outside than she did inside.

Whose idea was it to come here again? Oh yeah that's right; it was her idea, her stupid lame brain idea. Sighing heavily she mustered up the last of her resolve and continued to push and shove her way towards the sanctity of quiet that she would find outside. Just when she thought that she would never make it, she noticed the silver door below the sign only ten feet in front of her. Her blue eyes filled with joyous tears of relief and she made a hasty dash towards it.

“Finally…,” she muttered as she leaned heavily against the door causing it to swing wide. She desperately sucked in fresh mouthfuls of air and glanced to both her left and right searching for her errant friends. A small cry of despair filled the air for it was obvious her friends had not realized that she was missing. Even if they had noticed they had not thought to look for her outside as she had done.

“What should I do?” Nervously she plunged her hand into her bag for her cell phone however, after a futile search; she soon acknowledged to herself that she had left it behind at home. She sighed, “I guess I should just go home. I hope everyone is alright.” She made her way across the road, heading in the direction of the Shibuya train station.

“Dear God, why me?” she muttered to herself. She fervently checked all directions and prayed that her miko senses were up to keeping her safe tonight. Sweeping a lock of black hair behind a dainty ear, she endeavored to focus her attention on her surroundings whilst promising herself a nice bubble bath once she got home, “Never again! The next time I'll be sure to keep all my brilliant ideas to myself.” She said softly, hunching her shoulders in an attempt to stave off the nightly chill.

She cursed silently to herself as she glanced down to her left at the barren streets lit by dim street lights that seemed to flicker menacingly every two seconds. After a few minutes the pungent odor of old urine and wet dog wafted up around her and she suppressed the extreme urge to gag by leaning heavily against the brick wall of the building that was in dire need of a good hosing.

After she had moved a little further down the wall, she finally allowed herself to worry about her friends, “Maybe I shouldn't have just left them behind like that.” She thought before memories of her friends just an hour ago flashed in her mind. The last time that she had spotted them, Ayumi, Yuka and Eri were out on the floor individually dancing to a wild pulsating beat with their partners.

They seemed to be enjoying themselves and even took turns in switching partners. They obviously were completely unaware of her and paid no mind to poor Kagome who was all by herself at the bar drinking a can of soda.

“There's no reason for me to be worried; they're big girls.” Kagome soon erased thoughts of her wayward friends from her mind. She quickly burrowed more deeply into the heavy felt of her coat and muttered, “That's strange; there's no one around. Well, of course, they all had the common sense to either stay at home or take a cab Kagome.” Mentally she rolled her eyes and gave a brief huff as she continued to head on her way home.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed around her and the eerie silence was broken by the sound of a can fallen to the ground and rolling to a stop against the pole of the street light. She spun around quickly, squinting to see through the darkness in the direction of the noise.

“Is someone here?” She thought to herself. She waited for only a brief two minutes before seeing the sleek black form of a wily cat dart from the alley to the safety of the alleyway on the other side of the street.

“What's the matter? You're losing it there girl. It's just a cat” she mentally congratulated herself upon effecting a voice void of any fear which was a huge contrast to what she was feeling inside as well as the small tremors that were fighting to take a hold of her body, “Anymore of this suspense and I am likely to piss myself.”

She took large steps forward when the stairwell to the underground train station came into view and gave a small sigh of relief when she stood five feet away from the edge of the deck moments later. She took a quick glimpse at the train's schedule and sighed when she noticed a train's arrival in another ten minutes.

She took a deep breath to calm her jittered nerves and glanced up at the large clock illuminated on the far wall, silently begging the train to arrive post haste. Taking another agitated glance towards the stair well and then back to the empty entry way where the train would be making its appearance. The strange sensation of being watched started to creep up her spine and she couldn't shake the feeling that whatever was out there was moving closer towards her.

“Screw this! I'm out of here!” Spinning around, she beat a hasty retreat back towards the stairwell. Kagome did not know when she was struck and knocked unconscious but the only thing she noticed as her world was swallowed slowly by complete darkness was the feeling of hot breath on her neck and that of being lifted from the ground. “Dear kami, I'm going to die,” were her last thoughts.

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A lone figure stood pacing back and forth in a straight line, near the old well that lay on top of a hill, over run by vines. The well projected a strong aura of old magic and seemed to emit waves of an ominous nature. This however did not seem to deter the figure from pacing agitatedly before it, glancing every so often over the edge of it as though waiting for something to emerge from within its dark depths.

“Where is that wench?” the figure growled, as it stopped mid- step to glance up at the sky. The stars seemed to twinkle tauntingly at him, almost as if to say that his wait was futile. Inuyasha clenched his claws into a tight fist and growled menacingly into the night.

“Why isn't she here yet? She's four hours past the time!” A few minutes of indecision passed, before he let out a grunt of disgust and swiftly jumped into the well. Inuyasha closed his eyes when a flash of light appeared enveloping his body and a sensation of warmth coursed through him.

For just one brief moment he felt a sense of peace wash over him before he was brought back to reality with an abrupt awareness of the biting, damp cold night's air. He took in a deep breath, before coughing violently at the swift intake of mold, dander and damp, decaying soil that seemed to clog his sensitive nose.

Raising the extended sleeve of his hakama to his nose, he swore violently and vehemently wished that the cloying scents that ran rampant in the small, run down shack that housed the well would disperse. Inuyasha bent his knees and with a mighty push was able to leap over the lip of the well with exaggerated ease and made a hasty exit from the shack.

He sprinted towards the two- storey house that sat not more than twenty feet from the well, trying in vain to hold his breath against the bombardment of horrid scents that were affiliated with the modern era that Kagome lived in.

“Kami, the things that I do for this wench, she better believe that she owes me two months' rations of ramen for this”, he muttered quietly to himself, before lifting his fist and pounded heavily against the strange shoji (paper sliding door) that was made of wood.

He tapped each clawed finger of his hand against his upper thigh as he waited impatiently for it to open. He was in no mood to wait but deigned it not worthy to risk his back by breaking the door down. Whether he liked to admit it or not, the wench got her way some of the time simply because he did not wish to risk her wrath and a sore back.

Mostly however, he relished in provoking her. She had this uncanny ability to bring out his more basic demonic instincts. Whether she realized it or not, the arguments were simply a way in which demons conducted their courtships. Since she was too weak to physically fight against him, he had no other option but to endure a longer and less satisfying route in order to ensure that no harm came to her.

The chit was clueless though, since every time he sought to dominate her she either subdued him and ran off to her own time or subdued him and then spent most of her time ignoring him.

“Silly girl, you can't escape me? I'm your destiny and you're mine”, he growled out into the cool night air. Nevertheless in time she would come to find the true meaning of her place within his pack, within his heart, within his bed.

At that last thought, he blushed heavily and cursed his demonic instinct. The wooden shoji swung swiftly inward before he got the chance to further reprimand his wayward thoughts, only to glimpse the worried face of Kagome's mother. Her dark eyes quickly took in the sight of his red clad body before glancing beyond him to the well house door and then quickly to her left towards the shrine steps. Higurashi- sama's eyes swung back to his own, and took in his puzzled frown before expelling a breath and letting him in.

“I'm sorry Inuyasha that was rude of me”, she moved back from the door's entrance in order to allow him to pass the threshold. She glanced once more into the darkness towards the shrine steps before hesitatingly closing the door. More than a bit confused at Higurashi- sama's strange behavior, Inuyasha stood stoically near the door with a frown and inquiringly raised a dark brow.

Higurashi- sama glanced up at Inuyasha and seeing his frown, was quick to divulge the reason for her angst. “Oh kami…,” she let out a small sob before wrapping her arms about her waist. “Kagome went out with some friends earlier but hasn't come back yet. It's already 1:00am and she hasn't called”.

Inuyasha felt the tension that was emitted from Higurashi- sama's small frame. He smelt the sweat of her anxiety and he saw the minute tremors that coursed through her body. As he continued to gaze upon her, he felt a flash of white cold fear shoot through him.

He spared only a second to think about what he should do before whipping the wooden shoji to the side and without a care for any humans that might be out, he leapt down the long flight of steps in front of the shrine to the concrete ground below. He stopped to take in a deep breath, ignoring the odors of smoke, metal, and other fumes too noxious to name and he dashed in the direction that Kagome's scent was the strongest.

Once outside the suburban area of Kagome's home, he flew up to the roof top of the nearest building and continued to leap from one roof top to another, mindful of the ever present scent of his woman. Before too long, Inuyasha was in the heart of downtown, and he managed to track Kagome's scent down to a red building that stunk of human waste and arousal.

It was apparent that Kagome's scent lead there, mingled with a thousand other scents. He was relieved to discover that a more recent trail led away from the large, loud building that stunk of humans and the heavy musky scent of their arousals that lit up the area.

His eyes were squinted down to nothing more than narrow slits, all senses tuned in towards the dark street. Anyone who stopped to look closely at him would have noticed first his strange apparel and then the furry white appendages twitching atop his head.

They would have been too busy wondering why the young man was dressed for Halloween a month too early instead of pondering on the eerie glow of his eyes, reminiscent of those of an animal. Before too long, he followed Kagome's trail towards the subway station but he did not go any further.

There was a presence of two other scents, both of which stunk of smoke, sake and old sex. Why were they there? Why so close to his Kagome? He took the stairs quickly, only to be struck by the high stench of Kagome's fear and blood. The bastards had done something to Kagome; that was obvious.

He could feel the anger come upon him like a huge tidal wave intent on nothing but destroying everything in its path. He closed his eyes and took only a moment to allow the hate to consume him as he took another deep breath in order to memorize the scent of the human filth. His hand fell heavily against the hilt of his sword in a desperate attempt to stave off the hot surge of youkai that pulsated through his veins.

He struggled valiantly not to lose his sanity and not dash off in frenzied pursuit of his prey but still yet the transformation fought to prevail. Kagome's safety came first; he could deal with the bastards later. When he finally opened his eyes, the flare of his youkai had bled the cornea of his eyes to a deep crimson so reminiscent of blood. As he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, he curled back his lips, as he felt the fangs within his mouth lengthen.

He flexed the claws of his hands, as they too lengthened, in an effort to relieve the tingling itch for blood shed and the feel of tearing flesh. He felt his muscles bunch and tense in preparation of the hunt. He let all other thoughts in his mind go as he became intent on his purpose, his kill. They had his mate and there was nothing that they could do to stop him from taking her back.

“Mine”, was the only word that was growled out from under his breath. The stark blue pupils of his eyes took in the debris left behind from the men's shoes. The debris led off the raised dais of the station and into the depths of the darkened entryway.

The fools could not have gone far obviously whilst carrying his woman's body. With a great burst of speed he dashed down the darkened entry, ears, eyes and nose alert to anything that might tip him off to their whereabouts. He came to an abrupt stop ten minutes later, when the cloying scents of the bastards became strong.

Along with the scent of smoke and sake came the strong, overpowering scent of their arousals. He had little time for more thought, when he let out a savage snarl and drove forward, intent on killing every and any single thing that so much as moved. A second later, he came across a small alcove to his left and not minute later he heard a small, weak whimper.

The scents of the two men had merged with several others, suggesting that this was a meeting place. Peering intently into the alcove, he made out the small motionless pale glow of flesh. His eyes widened imperceptibly, before he recognized that pale flesh as that belonging to him.

“Kagome”, he growled as he rushed forward to gather her up into his arms. She was naked, what was left of her clothing was ripped from her body and laid as rags at the back of the alcove. His grip tightened around her and he only let up a slight bit when she gave out a loud groan. The scent of her blood and the arousal of the men lay heavy upon her.

He bent down to his knees and placed her back on the ground, only to bring his nose to the cold flesh of her body. He sniffed his way from her neck down to the very crevice of her sex, taking care to avoid the various cuts and a particularly nasty gash on her side close to the scar left behind by Madame Centipede. Once there, he gave another savage snarl when he discovered that both of the original men's seed were spilled within her body mixed in with her virgin's blood.

He shrugged off his red outer coat and threw it across her body. He strode over to the pile of rags that were her clothing, tearing it into several long strips. Kagome was cold and she had lost a lot of blood, he needed to make certain that she was safe before he continued on with his hunt for the men that did this. He was careful with her, tender even as he bandaged the more serious of her wounds. His face contorted with anger as he surveyed the extent of her injuries.

The animals that did this to her would both pay with their lives along with the others that had stood aside and watched. He took one last glance at his surroundings, taking deep breaths, memorizing the myriad of scents that clung heavily to the alcove. Letting out another low growl, he headed back towards the terminal exit, his intention to make his way to the Higurashi shrine as fast as possible.

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Higurashi-sama did not know what she should've expected when Inuyasha found Kagome and brought her home with him, however it was not to find her bundled up in nothing but his haori and Inuyasha himself looking about ready to pounce on any who so much as dared to look at her.

She opened the door wider and he wasted little time in crossing the threshold to stride across to the living room. She quickly closed the door to follow him, turning on the overhead lamp as she did so. There was nothing on this earth that could have prepared her for what she saw.

Inuyasha had placed her daughter on the couch; the stark white of her skin illuminated more by the black of it. The blue black bruises and the deep cuts that still seeped blood on said skin were enough to bring bile surfacing to her throat. Her baby looked so pale and broken, the clothes that she wore before going out were no where in sight.

Who had done this? Why had they done this? She could not suppress the sob that emerged from her throat and she fell heavily against the wall before sliding down to the ground. Her hands came trembling up to lie against her mouth as though to stop the moans from coming out.

When he heard the first moan, Inuyasha turned his head sharply to his left as he moved away from the couch. When he saw Higurashi- sama sprawled out on the floor, guilt slammed into him. If he had been here he could've prevented Kagome from leaving. This was all this was his fault, if only he had come sooner. As if from a distance, he heard the heavy footfalls of the old man coming down the stairs.

“Itsuko? What going on… Kami!” the old man came to an immediate stop when he noticed his daughter's slouched position on the floor. His eyes then swiveled to the red eyed demon that stood protectively over the unconscious body of his grand daughter.

Even though the demon's clothes were red, he was able to see the large, wet spot that made it an even deeper hue. His eyes widened even more when he discovered the source of it. “Oh kami!” before any other thought could be filtered through his brain he dashed out of the room to the nearest phone that he could find.

His thin fingers trembled mightily as he attempted to dial the emergency number. When he got the assurance that an ambulance would be on the way, he took in a deep breath and prayed fervently to Kami above that his grandchild would be alright.