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Don't Speak

Inuyasha sat outside his house with a grin on his face. He looked down at the paper that lay on his lap as his shouts filled the background. She would be so proud.


It made him smile whenever he thought of that moment. Of the look on his face when he saw the message. That feeling of triumph, of victory. That realization that he could win this. That he could do this.

All the pain that followed afterwards was nothing. Nothing compared to that glorious moment of victory.

"Why don't you say something, eh?" he sneered.

Inuyasha almost laughed. But it was too soon for that. He glanced at his schoolbag that lay next to him. It was almost time for school, wasn't it?

Inuyasha broke into a grin. This was going to be great.


Kagome blinked in surprise. Horror crept into her expression as she took in Inuyasha's various injuries. It was more than just a black eye. There were cuts and bruises all over his arms and face. Just looking at him caused her physical pain.

"Oh, Inuyasha-!"

But she was caught off-guard by his grin from ear to ear. He had to be in unbearable pain, likely sore all over but he had this persistent grin plastered on his face.

And then, there were the flowers. A big bouquet of white roses in his hand.

Kagome's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why'd he bring those to school? Unless-! Unless-! Kagome's growing giddiness was side-tracked by the motion of his hand reaching up to his face.

He pulled off the red X on his mouth with the tiniest hint of a wince and Kagome's was confused all over again.

But then-! But then, he opened his mouth.

Kagome's eyes went wide.

"I love you."

It was faint. His voice was weak from lack of use, but she heard it. It was not just the sound that was beautiful but the words.

Her eyes swelled with tears. Nothing in this world could make her happier.

He held out the bouquet to her.

Kagome could only cry in happiness.

Sorry it's so short but if I added anymore, I felt it would dilute the ending.

Oh, anyone who was wondering who the abuser was, it's not Sesshomaru, don't worry. If you've read any one of my other stories, especially The Plan, you can probably figure out who it is.

I think, as for finding a way to get you guys the original fiction version, I'll probably just have to do what WitchyGirl66 did with her story, Elevator Music, which I adored, and just email it to you guys.

So if you want the original fiction copy, just make sure to somehow get me your email address (it might be easiest just to put it in a private message since I don't know how else to get it)!



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