Breaking Faith by Aurora Antheia Raine

Silver Haired Savior

This chapter is dedicated to Smortz in thanks for her being my first beta in five years, starting from this very chapter.

Warnings: Attempted rape. If this is not for you, please refrain from reading. Thanks!

For The Lovely Miko's Weekly Quotes and Prompts Challenge.

Prompt: Tears

Quote: When I see you smile and know that it is not for me is when I will miss you the most.

Beep. Beep.

“You’re giving up on a pretty big promotion,” he stated with a sigh. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I would never pick my career over you,” Kagome replied, flashing her brilliant smile at him. “There will be other promotions, but there is only one Tamura Kouga.”

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “What if you never get another promotion like this?”

“I’m not moving to the other side of Japan. Not when everything I want is here,” she insisted.

He wanted to continue arguing with her and let her see that she was making a foolish mistake, but the sensation of her lips upon his own had all of his thoughts flying out the window.

Beep. Beep.

“Stop stalling and come on.” He crouched down and braced himself for the added weight he would feel at any moment

“I’m too heavy,” Kagome retorted stubbornly as she crossed her arms, refusing to move from her spot.

“You’re my woman and I’m going to take care of you. It’s not like you can walk with a cast on anyway.”

“No, and you can’t make me.”

He turned around to look at her, still in his crouching position. “Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Don’t make me start shouting about the night you decided to take advantage of me while I was sleeping,” Kouga threatened with a smirk.

A light blush stained her cheeks, but Kagome still didn’t budge. “You wouldn’t.”

“Hey, you there!” Kouga suddenly shouted, pointing to a random passerby, “Let me tell you about the night I had last weekend! I was sleeping on the couch, waiting for my girlfriend to come home an--”

He was abruptly cut off as Kagome quickly hopped towards him twice on her good foot before launching herself at Kouga’s back, clasping a hand over his mouth in the process.

“Shut up,” she hissed in his ear, “or else you’ll never get any ever again.”

“I knew you would see things my way,” he replied suavely once she removed her hand, completely disregarding her threat.

He wrapped his hands securely around her thighs and with a grunt, he quickly stood up and tilted precariously for a moment before finding his balance.

“If you drop me, you’re dead,” Kagome threatened as she circled her arms around his neck.

“Trust me, babe, there’s no way I’m dropping you.”

As soon as the words left his lips, he tripped over his own foot and fell over sideways into a nearby bush with a loud crash.

Beep. Beep.

With great effort, his eyelids slowly fluttered open, and he released a low groan at the blinding lights. His entire body was sore, and the breathing tube attached to him was awfully uncomfortable. He was trying to clear his hazy vision when he heard a startlingly loud feminine voice.

“Doctor, he’s awake! Come quick!”

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came forth. With difficulty, he swallowed what little saliva he had in his mouth and tried again. “Ka-Kagome?”

“It’s nice to finally see you awake, Mr. Tamura,” a male voice replied instead. “I am Dr. Ito Jinenji. I was worried about you for a minute there, but you are a very fortunate man.”

“Wh-what happened?”

Jinenji looked down at his clipboard to jot down a few notes before responding. “Someone shot you with the intent to kill. Luckily, they missed your heart by a fraction of an inch. Despite that, if this young lady hadn’t seen you on the streets, you would have died, regardless.”

“Kagome?” Kouga asked weakly, “Was it Kagome?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I didn’t catch her name.” Jinenji frowned when he didn‘t see her. “She must have stepped out of the room though. I’m sure she’ll be back. She refused to leave your side ever since you were admitted into the hospital.”

“It must be Kagome. Only she would care so much for me.” Kouga sighed, feeling himself relax at knowing Kagome was safe from harm.

“I want to keep you here for a few days for observation,” Dr. Ito concluded. “In the meantime, make sure to get plenty of rest and don’t move around too much. We don’t want your stitches opening.”

“Yes, doctor. Thank you.”

Jinenji left the room as quietly as he had came in and Kouga was left alone. He looked around at his hospital room and noticed his personal belongings sitting on the table beside the bed, sealed within a clear plastic bag. Pulling his cell phone out, he paused to stare at his wallpaper - a photo of him and Kagome.

A soft smile appeared on his face as he took in every one of her beautiful features. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to see the red-headed woman practically skipping into his room.

“Kagome…,” he whispered adoringly to himself.

All at once, the woman skidded to a complete stop and quickly backtracked to hide herself just outside his door. Unable to resist; however, she peeked inside and saw him with the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. Throughout the years she had known him, never once had he looked at her like that. Tears filled her eyes and a hand grasped at her chest where her heart was, emotional pain coursing through her.

“Why have you never looked at me like that, Kouga?” she whispered to herself. “I’ve tried so hard to be everything you’ve ever wanted… but it’s never enough. Whenever I see you smile and I know it’s not for me, that is when I miss you most because it‘s at that moment, I realize you‘re further out of reach than I had expected.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed a sob, but that didn’t prevent her tears from falling.

- A -

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Kagome’s body continued to tremor, but all she did was stare at him blankly, taking in the anger shining in his gleaming red eyes. His long, black hair was tied back, but his bangs still fell into his eyes. The seconds ticked away in tense silence, but he was no less intimidating than he had been when he first appeared. Who was this man and what was he doing inside her bathroom?

“I said, what the hell are you doing?” He snapped, walking closer to her. “I don’t like repeating myself, bitch.”

“That’s not my name,” Kagome retorted, glaring at him through the steam. As if suddenly recalling her state of undress, she quickly pulled the shower curtain over her body. “Now, get out. I don’t have to answer to you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He grabbed her by the upper arm and hauled her to her feet, pushing her against the wall with a force so strong, she couldn’t prevent her head from connecting with said wall. Her vision swam but she would receive no mercy. “Who do you think you are, to make such a mess of the room we have so graciously offered you?”

She closed her eyes and refused to speak. He shook her roughly in response, his nails digging into the flesh of her arms. “You have no idea what you’ve done and the wrath you will be dealt with once he finds out.”

Still, she didn’t speak and he grew increasingly violent.

“You haven’t yet figured out what your role is, have you?” he sneered.

“What do you mean?” Kagome asked meekly, wincing as his nails finally pierced through skin, leaving deep crescent marks upon her.

He leaned in close to her - uncomfortably close, before speaking as if taking a sick pleasure in pressing himself against her nude body. “You are nothing. Simply a means to an end. A  way of getting revenge against your dead boyfriend for the wrong he committed. You think we will treat you kindly? You are wrong.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

He laughed bitterly. “So the bastard was too much of a coward to tell you then? Fine. Let me enlighten you. He murdered an innocent five year old child in cold blood and the father of that child wants revenge.”

Immediately, horror filled Kagome’s eyes. Not Kouga; her sweet, loving Kouga. He didn’t have a streak of malice in him.

“You’re wrong,” she whispered.

“No,” he stated firmly. “You’re wrong and now… you’ll pay.”

“You’ve already taken him from me. What more do you want?” Kagome whimpered as she began to cry softly.

With a malicious smirk, he roughly cupped her sex in the palm of his hand as the other one traveled to grasp her neck. “You.”

She tensed. Fear and panic coursed through her body and she began to struggle with wide eyes.

“No!” Kagome screamed, trying to shove him away from her. In one quick movement, he backhanded her and she went flying to the sink. Before she could run, he was behind her, bending her over the counter while unzipping his slacks. She continued to struggle but he only laughed. “Yes, keep struggling. That’s what I like.”

She felt something at her backside then and froze. It was no use. He was too strong. She was about to be defiled and yet, she could do nothing about it. Loud, hysterical sobs tore from her throat as she felt him prodding her entrance.

She squeezed her eyes shut and prepared for the pain - but suddenly, the weight of him was gone.

Blinking in confusion, Kagome turned around and saw him sprawled on the floor. Standing above him with tight fists, was a silver haired man even more intimidating than her almost rapist - if that was even possible.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Naraku?” Her savior asked through clenched teeth.