Gambling Away My Love by Inumaru_Rapture

1: Gambling

Three years following the conclusion of the final battle with Naraku, the wishing away of the Shikon no Tama, and the beginning of the lives of the Inutachi in Edo, Kagome finds herself in an uncomfortable compromised position. Should she stay with her husband, the man who betrayed her trust, or should she take his hand, and seek the help of her brother-in-law? RATED M. READ THE WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gamble Away My Love

by Inumaru_Rapture

May 13th, 2010

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. That otherworldly privilege belongs to the ever brilliant Rumiko Takahashi. I bow before her omnipotent mind.

Author's Warning: WARNING (I'm only saying it once, folks) This chapter is going to have Rape, Anal, Group-sex, and all sorts of other uncomfortable situations that many will find tasteless, gross, and/or really nasty. I am going to tell everyone right now, I don't want to hear a word about how blah blah shouldn't have happened, or “that's just gross.” You have your warning.

((I will, however, bow to the consideration of the Moderators if this story is deemed too... “Ick” for Dokuga. At which time, further plans for this story will be made.))

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1: Gamble

Kagome brushed her bangs back from her chocolate eyes, lips pursed in concentration as she took a brief moment to pause in her duty. The sweet smell of crushed mint had her lips twisting into a smile as the medicinal scent brought her to a relaxed ease. Her hands, calloused from the hardships of archery, wood-cutting, and other mundane everyday tasks done within her home village of Edo, were busy gripping a pestle as she ground the herbs into a paste.

The sweltering heat of the summer was nothing new to this 20 year old woman who, no more than 6 years ago, had been pulled out of Modern (Air Conditioned) Tokyo into the untamed Ancient world of the Sengoku Era. At first, she had wanted nothing more than to return to the comforts of her time, her home, and her mother's arms, but as fate continued to draw her destiny so in tune with that of the Sengoku Era, she found herself falling in love with the time, the people, and the place of Ancient Japan.

The otherworldly adventure of finding and befriending a certain dog-eared Hanyou, a hentai monk, a troubled demon-slayer, and an orphaned kitsune youkai, Kagome found herself lost within her own fairy tale. Sure, three years after the 'happily ever after' ending of her fairy tale, she could look back on all the struggles, hardships, and strife with an easier heart, but at the time, she was constantly in turmoil. How could they ever beat the Hanyou Naraku? Would they ever find and defeat his heart? Would Inuyasha ever give up his past love, Kikyo for her... Kagome?

Kagome smiled to herself, her eyes glancing down at the red string tied around the ring finger of her left hand. Although it was not tradition, Inuyasha had given her a ring. Not made of precious metal or adorned with glittering gemstones, but a simple strand of his firerat haori, woven three times around her finger and tied with a knot.

She remembered that day well. It was, after all, her wedding day.

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Sango and Miroku had been laid out to heal inside a deep niche within a rocky alcove of a pine forest. The heavy scent of pine washed around them, masking them in an almost sticky haze. Naraku had been defeated, the jewel wished away, and now, all that was left was time to rest, heal, and begin anew.

Kagome had been busy grinding herbs in her stone mortar, much like she was doing on that hot summer day three years later, when Inuyasha had approached her.

“Kagome,” he had whispered her name, so quietly, so hesitantly, it had made her eyes widen. “I've been thinking a lot,” he had continued, not allowing her time to speak. His hands, rough with years of sword-play and survival fighting, gentle on her silken skin. “And I...” He had hesitated.

“What is it?” Kagome had asked, worried that he would be leaving on some soul-searching mission now that Kikyo was finally dead and laid to rest.

“Fuck, why is this so hard?” he had growled. Kagome distinctly remembered mentally rolling her eyes as he slurred out the next sentence: “Willyoubemywife?” It had taken her a minute to recover, the words to process, and her mouth to drop open.

“Eeeh?” She had asked, sounding all too surprised for her own liking. His white fuzzy dog ears had flattened into his hair.

“Will you marry me?” He had enunciated slower, his cheeks flaming red. Kagome had blinked before an ear splitting smile had crossed her face and she flung herself at him, mortar and pestle flying. Kagome couldn't remember how many times she said yes, or how many kisses she placed upon his face, or how many kisses they shared, or exactly how both Sango and Miroku were beside them in an instant congratulating them and showering them with flower petals when they were supposed to be inside healing... or how Miroku had performed the rights of their marriage that night, despite Shippo's hesitant question over whether Miroku was really qualified or not...

Kagome giggled into her forearm as she wiped the sweat off her upper lip, pestle still in her grip. She looked up and surveyed the scene around her.

Village children played happily in the dusty road as their parents toiled in the rice patties, water up to their calves, backs bent. A donkey brayed somewhere out of her line of vision. A dog barked as he romped with the children, tail wagging madly. The gentle chatter of the blacksmith working on a new set of horse shoes. The women laughing as they wove fabric for the upcoming winter only 5 months away. Such a life she had never imagined. Such a simple existence was unfathomable in the future, and she found herself loving every minute of it.

Yes, life was hard and uncomfortable. But she wouldn't ask for anything else. After working so hard to defeat Naraku, feeling the sweat and burn of her muscles working only served as that much more reinforcement that she was alive and she didn't die and she wasn't in hell or heaven... or floating in some random place, dead. Dead. She could be dead.

She smiled. But she wasn't dead. She was alive. The blister on her foot, the cramp in her back, the pain in her hand from clenching the rock pestle so tight were all signs of that. And oh, was the pain welcome, resented, and loved.

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Kagome brushed back her bangs as she bent over the bubbling stew she was cooking for dinner. Miroku and Sango were expecting their second child, and Kagome was having the couple over for dinner. Although married longer than their friends, Kagome and Inuyasha were still childless, much to Kagome's disappointment. She wanted a family. She wanted little hanyou children running around calling her mommy. She wanted to see the pride in Inuyasha's face when he held the child she bore for him. They had talked about it, yes, and she understood his hesitancy over the possibility.

She understood his reserves about bringing a child into the world to perhaps follow in his own footsteps—alone and fighting for survival. No matter how many times they discussed it, he always asked to: 'wait, one more season.' And she did. She waited, patiently. She drank the herbs that would help avoid pregnancies to help placate him so they could have sex as freely and frequently as he chose. Sure, she wasn't the happiest about it, but she bore the burden as just one more fact of life.

Turning her attention to the stew, Kagome threw in one final ingredient and gave the pot a final stir before setting back on her heels. A gentle knock at the door had her wiping her brow on her arm as a moderately heavily bellied Sango stepped under the raised tatami door and into the hut.

“There you are!” Kagome smiled, standing with more grace than would befit a humble village miko.

“Sorry we're a bit late,” Sango apologized, hugging Kagome to her. “Miroku couldn't figure out how to tie the sling.”

“You've had little Kohaku for six months, and he hasn't figured it out by now?” Kagome laughed as Miroku walked in the hut with a sleeping black-haired Kohaku strapped to his chest.

“That was a ploy, Kagome-chan, to get her to bear me another child,” Miroku laughed as Sango slugged him in the arm (any other type of hit would be detrimental to the child attached to him). As he chuckled, Kagome watched his eyes survey the hut, and she felt herself grow slightly embarrassed. What if they noticed? She brushed it off with only the slightest hesitation and moved to Miroku.

“But Miroku,” Kagome said, hugging him, “she's already with your second!” Kagome hit his other shoulder, just to even out the pain. He changed tactics, eyes sparkling.

“What smells so good? Surely you did not prepare a feast just for us!”

“No, it's just for Sango and me. You boys get gruel,” Kagome said in a voice that was reminiscent on a certain tall, white, cold taiyoukai lord they all knew and ….respected...

“If I didn't know any better...” Miroku stated, swallowing hard.

“Oi, wench, where's the grub?” A loud, brash voice called from outside. Kagome frowned as Kohaku woke and started bellowing his displeasure. Inuyasha, ears plastered to his head, sauntered into the hut.

“Sorry,” he said as Sango pulled the wailing Kohaku from the sling tied to his father, “I didn't know you were here.”

“With that nose of yours? Surely you jest,” Miroku stated, but caught the strong stench of sake on his friend's breath. “But then again...” Sango shot a curious look to her husband as Inuyasha swaggered by without even a 'hello, how are you?'

“Meh, anyway,” Inuyasha plopped onto the ground and picked up his chopsticks.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome growled at him, cheeks red in embarrassment. “I asked you not to see your friends today... You knew Sango and Miroku were coming for dinner.”

“Yea, yea, less talk, more grub, eh?” Inuyasha slurred. Kagome's lips tightened into a fine line as she was conscious of her friend's kind avoidance of the display. They had their heads together as they quieted baby Kohaku with small bounces and rocking, his father's hand on his head.

“Why don't you come back when you've sobered up? I'm not feeding you just to see my fine cooking end up on the dirt outside the house.”

“Fine cooking? What fine cooking?” Inuyasha asked, laughing. He turned to Miroku, who's face was pinched in a frown as his violet eyes regarded the drunk hanyou across the firepit. “Do you see any fine cooking?”

“Oswari.” Kagome said calmly, but the force at which Inuyasha's face met the tatami mat below him, and the resounding crack that accompanied it, spoke levels of just how angry she was. The only bright side was the squeal of laughter that came from little Kohaku. Three sets of wide eyes glanced at the now giggling, gurbling baby who was now noming on his fist. Miroku's left hand, left his son's head momentarily in surprise.

“Did he just...” Miroku started

“Giggle at 'the Command'?” Kagome finished, astounded.

“That's it, Bitch,” Inuyasha growled, clawing his way to his feet, his nose spilling blood across the now destroyed tatami mat. “I'm outta here.” He grabbed his sword, tipped over the pot of stew, causing the surprised shouts of all three humans as they scrambled to get out of the way, and disappeared out the door. Kagome cried out in pain as she grabbed the pot with her bare hands and righted it, pulling the entire thing back over the now exhausted fire, and away from it's original direction of Sango and the wide-eyed Kohaku.

“Kagome!” Sango and Miroku's voices cried out in unison as Kagome peeled her badly burned hands off the wrought iron pot that had once been Kaede's.

She blew on her hands, tears prickling the corners of her eyes as she hobbled on her knees to the bucket of water reserved for cleaning and dunked her hands in with a hiss. The water steamed momentarily with the smallest hiss, but the exhalation of breath that left Kagome's mouth was a much, much longer hiss of pain.

“You two okay?” She asked, glancing over at them. Somewhere in her subconscious, she knew they were okay. She hadn't heard a single hiss or gasp of pain from either of them. If that had been the case, she probably would have started seeing to their wounds before dunking her hands in the water.

“Why do you ask of others before you ask of yourself?” Miroku demanded, his hands clenched into fists. “Is this how he treats you?”

“No, no. You've got it all wrong,” she defended him. She defended his behavior, his words, his actions, his implied meanings behind everything. She defended him. She was a good wife. She defended her husband.

“Then explain, imoutosan,” Sango begged, Kohaku high on her shoulder, her arms wrapped around him securely.

“It's just...” Kagome pulled her hands out of the water, the aching throb making her hiss again. “It's hard to explain.”

“Do try, imoutosan,” Miroku insisted as he dug through her leaf wrapped stores for a numbing salve she could use for the burns. He took the tops of her hands in his scarred palm as he gently dabbed the salve onto the burns.

“I know it is not according to custom to talk about my husband to anyone outside the two of us, but...”

“Screw custom,” Sango snapped, standing and moving to sit beside her husband and the sister of her heart. “Talk.” The blatant and open demeanor she had grown to love had Kagome snort a small laugh.

“Fine. Since last year, about the time Sango announced she was pregnant with Kohaku,” Kagome started talking. Once she started, however, she found she couldn't stop. “Inuyasha started gambling with some of the other men in the village. I didn't think of it at the time. He said he was making friends and passing the time. With no demons to slay around Edo, I gave him his innocent pastime. I... I should have put a stop to it right away. He's been coming home drunk, gambling to all hours.” She shrugged her shoulders, hissing as Miroku placed a bit too much pressure on her hand. His gentle apology had her continuing in a softer voice.

“I used to worry, but he said they've been taking trips to the next town to see more friends, and I just don't know.” Miroku released her hand. “You see what he's like. He's always been rude and brash, but now... I worry about him. I don't think alcohol is good for anyone, especially when they wallow in it as much as he has been.”

“This gambling,” Sango said softly, “is that why your home is so empty?” Kagome flushed heatedly and curled her hands as best she could and pulled them to her chest. Staring at them, she tried not to think of all the beautiful possessions Kaede, Totosai, the Village of Edo, Sango, Miroku, Shippo, and almost everyone else she had met along their journey had made for her and Inuyasha as wedding gifts. The walls of her home used to be littered with scrolls, paintings, and a few bronze sculptures, courtesy of Totosai.

“He said he'd be able to win it all back,” Kagome muttered. She was so intent upon her hands, she missed the look of worry that passed between her two best friends.

“Kagome...” Sango whispered. Kagome sniffed, laughed, and sat up.

“But it's okay. Inuyasha said we could try for a baby,” she smiled. “He said he thinks he's ready for the responsibility.” She noticed the concerned looks that passed over their faces.

“If this is what he thinks being responsible for a baby is,” Sango growled, “he's got another thing coming to him.” Kagome's sad, tight lipped smile shone the truth of her agreement.

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Kagome lay in bed that night, the stew having been cleaned up by Sango and Miroku, as she could not use her hands. She had held a sleeping Kohaku and breathed in his baby smell and ached. She ached for the way her life was turning out and she ached for the pain of living. She didn't think things could get this bad, but sometimes, people aren't mean to 'throw down roots' or 'nest'. Maybe they should take up traveling again... but no. Kagome was the village miko. She had to stay. The only apprentice she had was Lord Sesshoumaru's ward, Rin. But Rin was barely a girl of 13, coming into her miko powers. There was no way she could be the miko to an entire village.

Kagome opened her eyes and stared at the dark ceiling, the smoldering heat of the day dissipating as a gentle breeze blew in through the star-filled windows. She could hear the rowdy laughter of the men as they drunk at the brewer's half a village away. Were it not for her status as a wife, she would be over there dragging him home by his ear. Were it not for a wife's place in Sengoku Era Japan... well... She sighed and held her hands up in front of her face, staring at the white bandages in the meager moonlight.

The rowdy laughter was getting louder, Inuyasha's swearing mixed in the mess. The laughter got louder.

“Just shut up. Shut the fuck up. Give me a minute,” Inuyasha went to hush the guys down the stretch of houses, as if the neighbors weren't up late listening to any form of gossip against the dysfunctional mixed-couple's romantic life. Kagome wished she lived closer to Sango and Miroku. She wished she could just leave all the drama of this little village for just one night.

“Oi, Onna,” Inuyasha's dark voice called from the doorway of their hut. She did not answer him. “Kagome, I know you're awake.” Using her name against her, was he?

“Yes. I am awake. I am not talking to you,” Kagome ground out.

“No, look. I'm sorry. I'm going to make everything right. I've found a way to fix everything,” he was stumbling into the hut, knocking over her mortar and pestle. Kagome sat up in bed, her bound hands in her lap. He was on her knees beside her. “Look, you just gotta do one more thing for me. For us. Then we can start our family. We can have however many brats you want.” Kagome's eyes squinted up as she pulled a 'that kinda stinks' face at him.

“No, really. You just gotta do one thing....well...” here he sniggered. “More like...four... things...” He glanced behind him and Kagome followed suit. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he meant. Four sweaty, hairy village men stood, in the front foyer of their hut.

“You can't be seri..” she was cut off but Inuyasha's fast hand as he stuffed a roll of bandage in her mouth. She cried out in surprise, then pain, as he grabbed her hands and forced them together, palm to palm, the scarred skin stretching and breaking. The smell of her own blood snapped her out of her shock and she tugged to get her hands out of his grip. His claws dug into the flesh of her wrists, stilling her movements as he tied her hands together.

In her panic, her sense of hearing sharpened. Along with the roar of her blood and the frantic beating of her heart, she heard Inuyasha whispering.

“It won't take long. Just one night. Then I'll be fine. One night. I'll be fine.”

A sick mantra. The sound of the ties coming undone from the coarse reed clothing. The sound of their heavy weight against the tatami mats. The sniggering, slobbering sound of their drool. The sound of their meaty fists running over their engorged penises. The sound of Inuyasha's mantra as he broke a hole in the wall of their hut and tied her bound wrists to a wooden beam.

Her eyes widened as she continued to scream at him from behind the bundle of bandages. She tried to sit him, but she couldn't make the word come out clear. Fierce tears stung her eye as Inuyasha backed away, his ears pulled tight against his head. He was still repeating: “Just one night. I'll be fine.” Over and over, those words.

Kagome tried to snarl at the first of the men as he came close. She kicked out at him, catching him on his thigh.

“Ooh! No wonder why you like the priestesses,” one of the men chortled, guzzling more sake from a container. “They must love it rough.” The men laughed, leering at her. She kicked out again, but her leg was caught by another man. She smashed him in the nose with the heel of her other foot. He cried out and let her go, clutching his nose.

“The bitch!” He moaned. Kagome snarled at him, a caged she-wolf ready to break whatever came close to her.

“She's going to pay double for that,” one of the two uninjured men said, turning to Inuyasha, who was watching with wide eyes and a lusty look on his face.

“Yea, yea, sure,” Inuyasha replied. Kagome screamed in righteous anger as the largest man flopped on her legs, pinning her. The man she kicked in the thigh grabbed her sleeping yukata and tore it off her shoulders. Kagome struggled, her hands pressing together roughly as she pulled on the tight wrappings around her wrists, blood trailing down her arms.

“Oh, Inuyasha,” the man left still standing said, a sultry groan to his voice. “How did you know to prepare her with blood and everything for me?” Kagome snarled at him, her top lip risen, her teeth clamping down on the bandages as the man leaned over the other two bumbling with her breasts. His breath stunk of rot and sake so bad, it smelled like he ate manure before getting drunk. Kagome pulled on the ties holding her arms above her head as the man leaned in and ran his rancid tongue up her arm, following a bright red trail of blood.

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Kagome was naked before them, her own blood dripping from her hands onto her forehead and into her eye. Her legs folded and tied so that they were in the kneeling position and spread painfully wide. Her legs were turning blue from the lack of blood getting to them, the feeling in them passed long ago. She had been and was continued to be violated by two men at once. She was held aloft by one man's burly, dirty hands, his penis jammed within her bleeding anus. Another pumped into her equally abused and bleeding vagina. Semen, both dry and drying covered her breasts, belly, face, and thighs. The blood had caked on her arms was slowly stopping as her hand and new wrist wounds closed.

Two of the men, ones who had already spent their 'payload' inside her vagina and ass, were reworking their flaccid penises over her body, across her face, and against her toes. Their soon hard penises ejaculated more milky semen onto her, coating her skin even more with their filthy essence.

Despite the overwhelming urge to keep her eyes closed—to not see these disgusting men treating her in such an atrocious way—she opened her furious chocolate eyes to glare death at her husband. Her disgust was final when she saw him leaning against the door frame of their home, pants around his ankles, as he ran his hand over his engorged cock, eyes wide on the torture he had induced upon her. Her outrage turned to fury, her fury turned to hate. And the Shikon no miko was tainted.

The man in her ass grunted, and she felt, once again, the pain of sperm fill her anus. The man in her pussy finished quickly after. They dismounted, and stood back, grunting with sick pleasure as their white cum was forced from her body.

They dawn was breaking when they pulled on their clothes, laughed a hearty 'Thanks,' and sauntered off down the road.

Inuyasha used a single claw to cut the ties around her arms and legs. She fell into a crumpled heap on the floor beside their soiled bed. Numerous body fluids squishing from where they were soaked into the tatami mats.

He left without another word to her, leaving her with her legs seized, trembling from exertion and blood loss, and hating him more than she had ever hated Naraku.

Japanese word help:

imoutosan – younger sister