In the Nighttime
by Eleventy Nine

Disclaimer: Inuyasha is copyrighted to its respectable owners, whom I am not connected to in any way, shape, or form. No copyright infringement is intended by the writing or online sharing of this story. If anything, I am more likely to kiss Miss Takahashi's feet in awe than attempt to steal her work.

Warning: Dark themes andnon-consensual sex ahead, all involving a minor. Think before you read, my dears.

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They say that in the nighttime, the monsters come out.

They leave their pits and caves and roam the earth, driving terror into the hearts of those who sense their presence. One look into their eyes is enough to drive you mad, they say. And every time you scream, they get a little stronger.

A lot of people don't believe in them. They say thay it's just a story, meant to scare children and make adults look like fools. An old tale, meant for fun.

But monsters are real. I know, because I've seen one.

He's always there, watching me, stalking me like the hunter he is and the prey that I am.

During the day, I'm safe. He'll only look at me.

But in the nighttime, he doesn't hold back.

I pretend to be asleep when he slips into my bed, brushing his bare chest against my back. I keep my eyes and mouth shut tight when he snakes his arms around me, pressing his lips into my neck and whispering my name.

"Kohaku,"

I bite my cheek in the same place every night when he runs his tongue from my throat tomy shoulder, thendown to my chest.

And when he tires of his games and presses his lips roughly against mine, I squeeze my eyes shut so tight I think I've gone blind. I stay that way as he presses into my leg, making sure I know that he's aroused, and when he flips me over, covering my small body with his own. I don't make a sound until he forces my legs apart and positions himself above me, his black waves of hair falling around my face like a curtain.

Even then, the sounds I make are all but silent; tiny whimpers that only serve to excite him more. He presses his face into my back, and I feel him grin before he thrusts half of his length into me.

Every time, I scream when he enters me, the hot tears dripping down my face. Even though I know it eggs him on, I am helpless to stop the cries that escape my mouth. Every time, I writhe beneath him, desperate to escape.

Every time, I fail. My screams do make him stronger, and he thrusts into me in a savage rhythm for what feels like an eternity. When he is finally spent, he collapses with a moan, crushing my body beneath him.

Eventually he leaves, after pressing a disgustingly gentle kiss to my forehead, and somehow I'm able to sleep.

They say that monsters come out in the nighttime.

They're right.

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fin.