Because of Loving You by Maria-Salvatore29

Hurt

Chapter 3: Hurt

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

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I left my little Shippou with Sango yesterday before I met up with Sesshomaru. I can't bear the thought of letting my son stay at our house where Kikyou and Inuyasha insisted to live in. They really have no shame!

But when Sango told me that Inuyasha took my son home, I suddenly felt nervous and sad. He still cared for our little boy despite everything.

Maybe...maybe...my husband only needed some time...maybe, he will come back to me again. And maybe, Kikyou was just so lost right now...maybe she needed someone to—

"You stupid kid! You're one spoiled brat!" I heard Kikyou's furious voice and a child's cry. My child's cry.

Quickly, I unlocked the door to our house and entered our living room only to see my son kneeling on the floor clutching his swollen face with tears in his eyes. Kikyou keeps hitting him blindly.

Rage pulsed through my veins, my heart grieving and weeping for my abused son. Here was my cousin who took my husband away from me, the whore who tore my family apart, and she dared to hurt my son. A slut like her was beating the child I carried inside my womb for months, the one I cared for so many years, and loved with all my heart.

"Bitch!" I hissed. Kikyou looked up from my son to me, looking startled.

I didn't waste any time. I grabbed her away from my son and slapped her with all the strength that I had left.

She fell down the floor from the impact for my slap. She stared at me with stunned brown eyes. One of her black stiletto heel was taken off her foot when she fell. She looked helpless.

My son grabbed hold of my pants, crying relentlessly.

Breathing hard with anger, I didn't break our eye contact until Inuyasha came. I stared at him with icy blue eyes and he stared back impassively.

Without saying a word, he walked towards Kikyou's fallen form. He kneeled next to her and put her foot back in her shoe.

I trembled in anger.

"Let's go," he whispered to her. Helping her to stand up.

"Are you really this thick-faced?" I asked in an unbelieving voice.

"Kagome—" He started in an exasperated voice.

"You're really going to side with that whore after what she'd done to Shippou who is your son? You're really choosing her over your own child?!" I asked, my voice pitch getting higher and higher in anger.

"I'm sure there's an explanation. Shippou must have done some—" he defended, his gaze lowering down to weeping Shippou.

"I don't care what Shippou did!" I screamed.

"Don't scream at me—"

"The point is, she has no right to hurt my son. She has zero right!" I started to cry. "She beat him. She hurt him. Still, you're with her? What kind of man are you? What kind of father are you? You're such a—"

"Shut up!" He yelled. "Shut up. Okay? Just stop! You have no right to question my role as a father and—"

"She hurt your son! She hurt him badly and you're here yelling at me for defending him and I have no right to question you?"

"I just want to solve this calmly and you're not making it easy because you're so hysterical and—"

"How can I be calm?" I asked, trying to stop the tears that kept flowing from my eyes. "How? Look at my boy. Look!"

"Please don't fight. Please stop fighting. Mama, please." Shippou cried, pulling at my trembling hand.

"See? This is affecting the child—" He said, as if all of this were my fault.

"Yes." I said in a eerily quiet tone. "You should've thought how your actions can affect our defenseless child."

"Let's go, honey," Kikyou pulled Inuyasha, looking at me with contempt as her cheek grew swollen from my slap.

I glared at her. "You—" I pointed at her. "You're the reason why everything is mess right now! You—" I tried hitting her again but Inuyasha gripped my hands tightly.

Kikyou started to cry, and cradled her injured cheek. Looking for empathy, and pretending to be a damsel-in-distress. My fool of a husband believed the act.

"Enough!" He demanded, glaring at me. He pushed me away from the two of them with enough force to make me stumble down the floor. Shippou cried harder and hugged me around my neck. But, Inuyasha didn't care at what he'd done. He pulled Kikyou towards his arms, cooing at the bitch, and led her out.

I hiccupped from so much sobbing and cried out, "How can you hurt me this way?"

He halted, but didn’t glance back.

"After everything I've done for you…how..?" I asked, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I love your cousin," he said, as if that explanation solved everything. "She is more than you could ever be.” He looked at Kikyou, then whispered at me. “I'm sorry.”

I felt as if he slapped me with a paddle. I heaved on the floor. I sobbed together with my six-year-old boy who was stuck in the middle of this. "Mama," he cried, hugging me tightly.

Even if I cry black tears right now, he will not come back. Even if I cry black tears the pain wouldn't stop. I want the pain to stop. It hurt so much.

I cradled my little son and cried until he fell asleep in my arms. I rocked back and forth, my mind blank, and my chest felt pinched. I tried getting up from the floor but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to move anymore. I didn’t want to feel this pain anymore. I—

The door creaked open. I looked up to the visitor, and my gaze locked with Sesshomaru.

He stood there with an impassive face. His cold gaze softened when he saw me. Slowly, he walked towards me and knelt. "Kagome?" He whispered, caressing my tear-streaked face.

"There's nothing else inside me but sadness," I whispered as tears started to form in my eyes again. "It hurts so much!"

He pulled my son and me close. He cradled both of us until there were no more tears to cry.

"The black tears won't stop falling from my eyes." I sobbed.

"Black tears?" He asked, stroking my messy hair.

"Yes, the tears of grief." I replied, feeling empty.

"He doesn't deserve your tears," he stated firmly. "He doesn't deserve to receive anything from you anymore."

"There's nothing more I could give. I've already given him my all." I said, my voice wavering. "I want all this to end…"

"Don't let him break you," he admonished. "If you break apart, they win."

I looked at my poor son, and thought of how much he needed me now more than ever. I can’t let them win.

I suddenly felt a spark of strength within me.

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Prompt: The Soundtrack Challenge – Black Tears

Word Count: 1100