Tempest in D Minor - My Dream is Her Pain by DreChan

Largo-Allegro

A/N: I wrote this story a very long time ago. Before it was called Sonatina in G but I felt that Tempest by Beethoven was a more appropriate song to name this after. As many of you know, I enjoy conflict. If I can make my characters suffer, I will. In this story, I’ve made my characters suffer a ton. This story is actually based on a dream I used to have when I was around fourteen. It’s not a nice story to read and I highly suggest that if you have problems with scenes of rape, suicide, depression to the extreme, or just plain gore, do not read this story. There are other stories on this blog that you could be reading…I think…maybe. Perhaps I should write one just for the faint of heart. Anyways, on with the story. The original was converted into a fan fiction so I have kept it that way. I hope you enjoy and don’t worry. Most of the scenes do not get too graphic. I just wanted to warn you.

Part 1 – Largo-Allegro

I had always said that seventeen was my lucky number. I somehow knew that I would make things happen when I turned seventeen. I sat in my mom’s minivan, on my way to my piano teachers’ house. I absolutely hated my piano lessons but my mom still made me go. I suddenly felt a tug at my heart. Something is going to happen today

“Kagome?” my mother said, bringing my out of my bored daze. “We’re here.”

I got out of the car, gathered my piano books, and walked to the door. My teacher, Marie Tamaki, someone who was a very good pianist for being a wolf demon with long claws, had me come to the basement, where her pianos were. I didn’t usually come by myself but my two little brothers were “sick” so I was on my own. I don’t think they really were sick. They just didn’t want to come either. Anyways, I rang the doorbell and waited. Miss Marie’s son, Koga, opened the door.

“Ah, I guess mom forgot to call you,” he sighed. “My mom’s not here. She had some kind of emergency at work so she left.”

I nodded and started to go back to the car, but mom was gone. Damn, I thought. Forgot my cell.

“Um…” I said getting his attention before he closed the door. “Can I come in? My mom left already and I forgot my cell phone. I’d call her but she’ll just be back in about an hour.”

“Yeah,” he said, letting me in.

He walked past me to the stairs, while I sat down on the couch and started to fall asleep as I always did. I don’t know how much time passed but before I knew it, Koga was shaking me awake. I woke up slightly but was still half asleep. He picked me up and carried me up the stairs. I just assumed that he was taking me upstairs because my mom was there. I was wrong. He carried me past the door and up the stairs leading to their bedrooms. He knocked on one of the doors.

“I’ve got her,” he said through the door.

“Come in,” said a voice from behind the door.

I recognized the voice but I couldn’t remember who it belonged to. Koga opened the door to reveal Inuyasha Takahashi sitting on the bed. Koga set me down on my feet in the middle of the room.

“Sorry about this, Kagome,” Koga whispered to me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked him.

He said nothing and walked out of the room. Inuyasha motioned for me to sit down next to him.

“Why are you here?” I questioned as I sat down.

“Kagome,” he said, moving closer to me. “I know you used to like me. I wanted to know if you still did.”

How does he know that?

“How do you know that?” I asked him, growing increasingly nervous.

It was true. I did used to like him. Dog demons were always beautiful with their white hair and golden eyes and even though Inuyasha was only a half demon, he was just as beautiful with his dog ears being a draw. I liked him when I was twelve but he made fun of me and my friends so I made myself get over him.

“My cousin, Rin, told me,” he replied, referring to one of my best friends from childhood. “So do you still feel the same way?”

“I…I…” I stuttered, unsure of what to say.

I had liked him. But that was five years ago.

“Hm?” he said, an extremely sexy smirk finding its way onto his face.

“Y--yes,” I finally admitted impulsively. “I do.”

I didn’t really anymore but I couldn’t say anything else. His stare was so intense.

“Good,” he said before his lips crashed against mine.

I froze. What the hell! I wanted to scream. I pushed away from him once I recovered my thinking.

“What are you doing?” I snapped.

“Kissing you,” he said, simply. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He pushed me down on the bed.

“I’m just giving you what you wanted. I know how you were. I know you wanted me. Rin told me everything.”

Rin…how could you?

“No!” I yelled, struggling.

He growled, grabbing my neck.  

“Don’t move,” he ordered, sinking his claws into my neck. “I’m going to have you now, little Kagome. It doesn’t matter how much you struggle, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

He tore at my clothes until I was completely naked under him.

“Please stop!” I cried, trying in vain to fight against his demon strength.

His claws cut me deeply as he held me down. Before he had even started to remove his clothes I was already bleeding badly. My vision started to become blurry. I tried to summon some of my family’s sacred priestess powers but they wouldn’t work for me. I was doomed.

“Please stop,” I whimpered as his hands continued to roam my virgin body. “You don’t want to do this.”

After that I blocked everything out. The only thing I felt was the pain of my maidenhood being taken from me. I knew it was over right then. I couldn’t move anymore. I wished that I could die. I barely registered a knock at the door. Inuyasha growled, put on his pants and went to the door. It was Koga. He pointed down the stars. I heard Inuyasha growl again.

“Why’s he here?” he said, putting back on his cloths, which were stained with my blood.

He went down the stairs with Koga. I could hear what they were saying.

“Where is Kagome?” asked the man downstairs. “Her mother sent me to pick her up.”

He sounded familiar but in my traumatized state I could place it.

“Upstairs,” Inuyasha said. “What’s it to ya?”

There was silence for a moment.

“What is that on your shirt?” said the man.

“It looks like--”

“Blood?” Inuyasha interrupted.

I just knew that Inuyasha was smirking when he said that.

“What have you done?” the man yelled.

I heard the sound of someone being punched, a thud, a pained groan, and someone running up the stairs. I hoped and prayed that it wasn’t Koga or Inuyasha. The door opened to reveal Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha’s older half brother who had secretly been my friend for years.

“Kagome,” he murmured as he ran over to me.

I said nothing as I stared into his golden eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks both from the happiness of his rescue and the horror of what had just happened to me. He said nothing else as he pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around me, being careful of my wounds. He then picked me up and carried me down the stairs. Inuyasha was just starting to get up from the floor. I guessed that Inuyasha was the one who had been punched, judging from the amount of blood gushing from his nose. No one, not even Koga, tried to stop us as Sesshoumaru carried me out of the door, though I could feel Inuyasha’s eyes burning into my back. Sesshoumaru put me in the back of his car and drove off.

“Where are you taking me?” I rasped, my energy all but spent.

“Hospital,” Sesshoumaru said simply. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. I’ll call your parents and the police when we get there.”

“No!” I shouted as best I could. “Don’t call anyone! And don’t take me to the hospital! I don’t want anyone to see me this way. Please, Sesshoumaru.”

I heard him groan as he continued to drive. The car stopped and I expected him to tell me we were at the hospital but he didn’t.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Wait!” I exclaimed. “Where are we?”

“Pharmacy,” Sesshoumaru answered. “I don’t have any bandages and you’re going to need a lot. Don’t worry. I’m not going to take you to the hospital and I won’t tell anyone. I’ll take you to my place.”

I nodded as he got out of the car. He came back a few minutes later with several bags. He put them in the car and began driving again. He drove me to his apartment. He got me out of the car and carefully ran me up to the second floor. He didn’t want anyone to see us and get the wrong idea. I was still bleeding very badly. He opened his door and set my down on his couch before heading back out to get the bags. Then he went to, what I assumed was, the bathroom. It had been a long time since I had been to his apartment since he had been away at college. I could hear bath water running. After a while he came and carried me to the bathroom and removed my makeshift clothing. He sat me down on the side of the half-full tub, dipped a washcloth into it, and began washing the blood away from my body. I didn’t even have the energy to feel embarrassed because of my nakedness. Tears started to run down my cheeks again.

“Kagome?” he said gently. “Tell me what he did to you. I need to know.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t tell him. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t tell him that I was raped by his brother. The pain from my wounds had faded, aside from the unfamiliar ache between my legs. The only pain I felt now was because he was there, caring for me in my pitiful state.

When I was just a little girl of six and he was ten, we met, our mothers being best friends in high school. I was immediately taken with him, this quiet little boy with white hair, and I wished that he was too. We didn’t see each other much, just every Christmas and for a few events in between but he was always on my mind. After I turned thirteen, we became friends after I had gotten over Inuyasha. We had been best friends ever since then but I still hoped that one day we could be more. Now here he was; washing now impure body. Everything I was saving for him, my first kiss, my virginity, had been taken from me. I’d never felt so dirty.

He finished washing me and then dried me off took me back into the living room to dress my wounds. When he was done he dressed me in a shirt of his and laid me back down on the couch.

“Talk to me, Kagome,” Sesshoumaru ordered. “Tell me what he did to you.”

“How can you ask me that?” I asked him weakly. “You washed me. You saw his claw marks on my hips. You saw the blood at my thighs. You’re a full demon. I know you smell exactly what he did to me.”

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes in dissatisfaction.

“I had hoped that I was wrong, Kagome,” he grimaced, making me feel guilty for snapping at him.

Tears began to pour down my cheeks like a fountain. I couldn’t hold in my sobs anymore. Sesshoumaru gathered me in her arms, holding me against his chest as best he could without injuring me further. I cried for hours and he just sat there holding me. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him. But what right did I have to do so. Everything I wanted to give him was gone now.

Eventually my sobs quieted. Sesshoumaru laid me back down and called my mom to tell her I would be staying with him for a few days, which was often did, having been friends for so long. Then he went into the kitchen to make me something to eat. I wasn’t hungry but he insisted, trying to take my mind off of what had happened. But I couldn’t forget. The look in Inuyasha's eyes was burned into my mind. Sesshoumaru brought out some Miso soup for me to eat but I refused it. I couldn’t eat. Instead I felt sick, sick to my stomach. I yelled for Sesshoumaru to take me into the bathroom. He did, and I used what little strength I had to scramble over to the toilet to empty the contents of my mostly half-full stomach into it. Sesshoumaru held back my hair and rubbed my back until I was done. Never in my life had I felt so filthy. I just wanted to disappear.

Sesshoumaru took me to his room and laid me down on this bed. He covered me with the blanket before getting in with me. He pulled me close to him and I buried my face in his chest. We always cuddled like this but it was different this time. I’d never felt so vulnerable. I wrapped my arms around him and finally let the exhaustion take over as I finally bid that horrible day goodbye.   

 

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