Inuyasha fic : The Pain in My Heart

[saraste]

Fandom: Inuyasha
Rating: PG-13, mentions of rape(not very graphic)
Warnings: darkfic, angst, blood... sappiness??
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi, I make no profit...

A/: Thank you to Alzilur, you really inspire me to write this. Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu!

Chapter Three

Kaede gasped as she first saw Miroku rushing into her hut. In his arms he carried Inuyasha who was vey baldy injured, his face disfigured. She looked into the monk's face.

”Naraku.” He quipped.

Laying the hanyo down carefully, Miroku's hands lingered a bit on his pale bloodied hand, caressing it briefly. Kaede bustled in the background, searching her shelves for salves, herbs and bandages.

Miroku continued to put pressure to the part of cloth ripped from his own robes at against a deep gash in Inuyasha's chest. Along the way to the village he had bound what wounds he could, leaving the hem of his robes torn. He had felt the other's heartbeat getting slower, faltering, but miraculously never stopping. It was faint but it was there.

And now, here, when he had got there and had time to think he found himself afraid. 'What if I won't ever have the chance to tell him how much I love him, that all that is just an act? Please, please don't leave me..'

They dressed and treated the hanyo's wounds in silence.He was covered in blood and most bones in his body were broken or even shattered. Naraku had seemingly slashed at him with all he had. Miroku looked away when Kaede tented to the wounds that Inuyasha had in his tighs and elsewhere. He could not help but feel incredibly quilty for not being there, not when Inuyasha would have needed it. He didn't want to even begin to imagine what kidn of torture of body and mind he had gone through.

Naraku had raped Inuyasha.

Raped him and tortured him and taken all the hanyo had away. He had mauled his insides, ripping at him, making sure he would be in excruciating pain, breaking him. If the hanyo survived, most of the wounds would heal. But not those of the heart.

Kaede frowned deeply when they finally looked at his face. Naraku's miasma had seeped deep into into the wounds. The flesh around his eyes was puffy and bloated, dark liquid continuing to seep from the wounds. She dabbed them with a clean cloth, treated them with all the herbs she had and bandaged them.

”I'm worried about his eyes... They look bad.”

Miroku could just nod. For what would he have said? Dark liquid seeped through the cloth.