Little Red Riding Hood
A/N: Now, this is not your everyday little red story. This will include rape, violence, and death. If you do not want to read my take on this classic tale, then please, don’t read it. I just intend to take this for all its worth, and hope that you enjoy it.
DISCLAIMER: In no way, ever, will I own Inuyasha. Also, I do not own "Little Red Riding Hood"
Kagome was running. Never before was she running like this. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her head, thump, thump, thump. Her chest heaved uncontrollably as she tried to breath in the harsh cold air in quick, short gulps.
“This is not happening!” She thought.
Her side had already begun painfully throbbing from the unexpected sprint she was performing, but she needed to keep going. She had to keep going. She knew the moment she stopped to catch her breath that it would be too late. He would have her.
She knew now that he could have her if he so chose, but the fact that he wasn’t closing the distant between them was terrifyingly comforting. It was a sign that maybe he was letting her go; maybe she would make it to safety. She seemed to be getting a second pump of adrenaline as she thought this.
“I might be safe!”
As she ran past the trees she stopped only to catch her breath momentarily. She dared to look behind herself to see if the inu-demon there. A sigh of relief filled her as she saw that she was not being trailed. Unconsciously tears began to flow down her face, happy that she was indeed no longer being hunted.
Kagome was lucky, for now.
Her journey had begun several days ago back in Kaede’s village. Word had been sent from a village on the outside of the western lands that a demon had been murdering various members of the village. No known cause had been found, however, the main target had been men.
“As a miko it is ye duty to rid the world of demons!” Kaede said, shoving Kagome out the hut and towards the waiting horse.
Kagome attempted, again, to reason with the old woman. “I am not a fully trained miko Kaede! I could be killed if I go by myself! Besides, wouldn’t it be smart to simply wait for Inuyasha to return from his journey to the south?”
Kaede roughly shoved her forward, nearly knocking the young girl down.
“Nay Priestess, Thou hath already sent word of ye’s arrival by tomorrow evening. To wait any longer would bring certain death to more villagers. Ye are more than capable to handle any demon. Ye underestimate the training thou hath provided.”And at this Lady Kaede dismissively waived her hand at the girl.
Kagome dropped her head in defeat and resigned her argument. Kaede was right; she could handle any demon at this point. With the jewel gone, and the strongest demons merely a third of Naraku’s power, Kagome would be fine. She could control her power very well and her aim with a bow mirrored that of a trained marksman. This was merely an inconveinence.
Her journey took her only a day and a half and she arrived at the village slightly before noon. She was dressed in the typical miko attire, the very same that Kikyo herself wore, if only so the villagers would treat her with respect, instead of as a witch and outcast as they had often done when she wore her school uniform.
The villagers high priestess greeted Kagome with a low bow and addressed her, “Lady Kagome, it is an honor to have you here to rid our village of this foul plague.”
Kagome bowed in return, “Please, you honor me by requesting my presence when there are so many better demon slayers than myself.” She smiled her cheeky smile, hoping that this would be an easy situation.
“Come; follow me, as I will explain why your presence is required.”
The priestess’s hut was quite extravagant for her being a simple priestess who possessed little to no miko powers, but Kagome attributed this to the simple fact that perhaps she was so used to living in the small shack back in her own village that perhaps this is how regular priestesses are treated.
The woman guided Kagome to a small stool near a table and sat across the way. “You see, my child,” She began. “We live close to the western lands, and unfortunately the Lord of the West reigns on them. And as you know…”
She spoke of the people needing more space and stretching out of the village and stepping on Sesshomaru’s land. She explained how key villagers had been found slain, as if to deter the village from branching out. Kagome half listened, knowing full well that the old woman expected her to be on speaking terms with the Lord of the West and requesting that he leave the poor villagers alone.
Kagome inwardly sighed; Sesshomaru taking any advice from her was unlikely, if not impossible. She was ready to stop Lady Mitoku from continuing when she noticed the drop in her voice.
“And so you see, my grandmother is living on his land. I am certain he is aware of this, and as much as I am for the expansion of my people, the life of grandmother is not reasonable.”
Kagome found herself sitting more alert, more attentive in this single moment than the whole 20 minutes that Lady Mitoku had been talking.
“You mean that you have your grandmother, an old woman, alone, on Sess-, Lord Sesshomaru’s land!”
Kagome caught her slipup of Sesshomaru’s name, but could not hide the disgust that was evident on her face. It’s not that she didn’t care about the villagers being slain; she assumed it was because they were trespassing on Sesshomaru’s land and he was simply letting them know that it would not be tolerated. She understood from the demon’s point of view regarding their “expanding” onto his land and she knew that the villagers were well aware of the consequences of their decisions.
The main villagers requested her here to speak on behalf of them for Sesshomaru, or to kill him. Kagome knew that regardless of how powerful she was now, or even in the future, that the Inu-demon’s powers made hers seem like a sparkler among fireworks. There wasn’t a real solution here for the village, but the grandmother was the main concern now. She was in immediate danger, if not dead already, and Kagome seriously doubted that she truly was aware of the situation her granddaughter had put her in.
“Child you must understand, she is frail and old, there was no where else we could’ve placed her! You think I want my grandmother dead?” The old miko started, tears beginning to form in the corners of her wrinkled eyes. “The constant cloud of filth that surrounds this city was blackening her breath, deteriorating the mind, destroying the memories of her youth.” She begun to sob then, uncontrollably dry heaving.
Kagome sighed. The grandmother was most likely suffering from Alzheimer’s disease or Dementia. She reached her hand out then, grabbing the Mitoku’s and squeezing reassuringly. “Don’t worry; I will retrieve your grandmother.”
Mitoku attempted a smile, but it caused more tears to form. “Thank you! Thank you Lady Kagome. You are our town’s savior!”
At this Kagome pulled her hand away and looked sternly in the old woman’s face. “I am not saving your town; I am saving your grandmother. You are venturing into Lord Sesshomaru’s land and are well aware of the consequences of those actions. I don’t believe your grandmother is well enough to comprehend that.” She stood then, gathering her brown hooded cape, “You understand don’t you?”
Mitoku looked at her, partially in disbelief, “Are you not able to save this town? We thought by requesting The Lord of the West’s kin that you would be able to speak on our behalf.”
Kagome shook her head gently, “I am not kin to Lord Sesshomaru. At one point, yes, I was going to be, but things have changed. I am merely an old acquaintance; one whom would do well to stay far from his path.” Yes, things have changed in the four years since her reemergence from the well.
Inuyasha and Kagome were going to be together forever; at least that’s what they innocently believed. It was wonderful for about a year, and then before either one of them realized, they were moving away from each other.
Simple discussions turned into drawn out arguments that would leave both left with a broken heart. It could start out about the color of the sky, and before they knew it they were in each others face shouting venomous words that were meant to hurt but instead shattered their souls.
She tried to make herself believe it was because they were from two different worlds, but the truth was that after Naraku was killed; there was no more need for each other. Inuyasha was still deeply in love with Kikyo, and unfortunately that created a deep rift in Kagome.
She almost even gave herself to him, telling herself that if she gave him what was most precious to her that he would turn around and give her himself.
That was part of their argument most days. He felt he was ready; Kagome wasn’t. Anytime that he wanted to be physical she found herself pulled away. He wasn’t for her. She couldn’t explain that feeling that told her this, but she believed it. Fortunately for her, that voice that kept telling her, “no” was right.
They had lain together many nights before, but had never done anything beyond grinding and heavy kissing. Tonight was going to be different. This was going to be her big night, and he was going to finally love her, and only her.
They both went to bed, quickly spooning each other. Inuyasha buried his head in her neck and whispered, “I want you so bad… I wish you knew.”
And at this he kissed her neck. He knew she wouldn’t go any further, but if he could just convince her to help him just a little he knew he would be okay. He slowly grinded his groin into her bottom, praying to God that she wouldn’t sit him.
She surprised him when she quickly turned around and kissed him passionately. She silently begged that he didn’t notice the red in her cheeks.
Inuyasha, surprised by this sudden boldness in Kagome, encircled his arms around her waist and moved so that he was above her. He wanted to remain dominant during their encounters, even if she was the one being bold. To show her that he was in charge he quickly removed her shirt, exposing her chest to him.
Kagome blushed profusely. True, while he had seen her completely naked before, this was not something they usually did together. He bent down and begun caressing her breasts with his hand, being wary of the claws. Her breathing became short as she begun feeling the beginnings of arousal due to Inuyasha’s hands.
He noticed the change in her breath and took advantage of the fact that she wasn’t stopping him. Inuyasha was sure that she would’ve stopped him when he pulled her shirt up, but when she didn’t he decided he would take this as far as it could carry him.
“God you’re beautiful.” He said as he engulfed her nipple. Kagome arched her back in the unexpected roughness of his tongue. He assaulted her breast, alternating between them with his mouth before tracing circles around her stomach.
“This is it,” Kagome thought, “Time to do it!” She pushed away the nagging sensation she was developing as Inuyasha removed her bottoms. He quickly removed his clothing and moved his member toward her unopened flower.
He moved his claws down toward her clit and rubbed up and down the slit with his engorged head, feeling her wetness.
“God you’re so fucking wet Kikyo.”
And at that, time froze for both of them. Inuyasha knew what he said the second it left his mind, and he knew Kagome heard it too. He looked away; too shame faced to do anything as Kagome hurriedly grabbed her kimono and threw it on, running out the door.
That was the last time they shared a home together. Kagome moved into her own hut not too far from the village, but far enough that Inuyasha couldn’t casually pass it either. They didn’t speak for almost a year, even though the hanyou tried to apologize and make it right. Eventually they became close again, but Kagome, realizing that his heart was destined to remain true to a dead woman, decided to remain nothing more than friends at best.
Even now, as she thought about the past with him she felt her eyes water in front of the older miko. “Lady Kagome, I did not realize that you were not kin to the great Lord of the West, and I am sorry to drag you into the trials and tribulations of my unfortunate village, but please help my grandmother.”
Kagome quickly dried her tears and smiled at the woman. “I will help your grandmother. As for your village…” she peered off towards the western sky, “I am afraid that villagers will continue to die as long as you remain committed to trespassing on Lord Sesshomaru’s land.” Mitoku did not protest this time, but instead turned towards her wardrobe.
“My grandmother’s mind is almost gone, Lady Kagome. She comes and goes between our world and that of her broken memories.” She sobbed a little at this. “When I was a child my mother would send me to her wearing a red cloak. I would bring her sweets, dinner, clothing…but mostly I would bring my company.”
Kagome could hear the heartbreak in the woman’s voice as she retold the memory to the young miko.
“Now, she doesn’t even remember my face most days. I try to heal her, but she is afraid of me and does not even recognize my face. I am her granddaughter, but yet she screams when I draws near and I feel such a heart wrenching pain when she begins calling for me to help her… to save her. Most of the time I can only get close to her if I wear the red cloak from my childhood…”
Kagome knew where this was going, and she understood. The grandmother’s disease affected so much of her grandmother’s mind that she wasn’t sure what was causing it, and blamed it on the village. She most likely assumed that by moving her out of the village would help, but Kagome knew the truth. Her grandmother was dying, and no one could save her right now. Even in her own time period they struggled with the debilitating diseases that caused such problems.
“Perhaps if you wore the cloak, she would not fight you. She might come with you without a struggle. Perhaps she may come out of her dementia.” The old miko held her head with a small shimmer of hope that Kagome could help.
Kagome smiled, “Maybe she will.” She did not want to cause the priestess to lose any hope that she held out on the situation. “I will leave immediately.”
The priestess explained the route to get to her grandmothers house to Kagome. She would need to cross a small river and journey about five miles through thick, snowy woods to reach the home. Kagome, confident that she would be safe, begun her journey.
“Over the river and through the woods! To grandmothers’ house we go!”