Do You Beleive in Reincarnation?

Do You Believe in Reincarnation?
Author: Ijiness
Rating: R
Summary: The shikon no tama is completed, Naraku is destroyed, and InuYasha is left with one more decision. What to wish for. What exactly did he wish that caused Kagome to vanish back to her own time and he to die only moments later from unusual circumstances? And who’s this new kid with that same name?
Coupling: InuYasha/Kagome

A/N: Okies, this is going to be the beginning of a long fic, or as long as I have planned it. I have actually written a before hand plotting of the whole story, so the only thing that should really cause me time between posts is Summer School and my lack of creative activities for transitions. This fic can get confusing, so try and keep an open mind.

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Prologue

“Kagome…” came that voice. That voice she hadn’t wanted to hear, and yet dreamed of every moment. That voice that would soon declare his wish on the little sphere he held within his palm. This was it. This moment. All of their sweat, blood, and tears, boiled down to now. “I have decided.” His clawed fingers curled around the small pink piece of glass, pulling it to his chest, his other hand covering that fist protectively. “It’s for the best.” She could do nothing but nod dumbly, glancing shortly to the Taijia woman holding onto the body of her fallen kin, the houshi at her side comforting her. They had both paused to watch the event.

“InuYasha?” she questioned to his silence, a smile crossing over his features. So gentle, caring. The auburn hues looking to be glossing though she had only seen that once before. What would he be tearing up about? ‘Kikyou is gone…’ she reminded her racing heart, eyes once again parting from his to the small mound of dirt covering tong ong gone ashes, the flowers poking from the grave swaying in the passing breeze.

“Are you ready?” He questioned, dragging her gaze back to him to earn him her nod. “Aa, then lets get this over with.” The grin faded from the sobering expression. She took this time of his silence to drink in the sight before her. There the hanyou stood, bloodied, torn and tattered. The red firerats pants she knew so well ripped in all sorts of places along the long legs, the haori that once was proudly warn half draped across his chest, the missing half looking as if it had been scorched completely from his body, the burn marks still littering the sun kissed skin along the scratches and blood. He looked like he had been destroyed, any human sporting such an apparel would have been guessed to be the undead, but not him. Not her hanyou. He was as strong as he had ever been. He protected her, her hands running up he tattered sleeves. The only reason she didn’t look so horrid was because of him, only suffering the grazing attacks that he couldn’t possibly have been able to predict. Sango. She glanced to the woman, taking in her appearance, then the houshi to her side. They both looked as if they had been drug through the same mud puddle she had, and she grinned to this. It was a difficult fight, but everything was fine. InuYasha would make his wish and they all would be alright, whatever he wished it to be. Umber hues lifted to him, his facials showing every bit of concentration as could be going on. ‘What are you thinking right now, InuYasha? What is it you wish for more than anything?’ A flash of light issuing from between the fingers that held the jewel snapped her from her thoughts, seeming to have done the same for he who held it. “Ne, it’s working.” He breathed, his chest feeling increasingly heavy with every moments passing.

“InuYasha? What’s working, I don’t notice anything..?” she trailed her query to his approach, the strong, bloodstained hand, taking hold of one of hers from its fiddling with the green fabric of her skirt. “Nani? What did you wish?” There was that smile again, though it now began to scare her, his calm appearance. He seemed at peace.

“Take this.” He told her, setting the clear sphere into her palm, wrapping her fingers about it gently. “And don’t forget what you saw here.” One of the steady hands lifted to cup her cheek within its palm, the pad of his thumb trailing the delicate curve of her skin. “Never forget who you’ve met, what you’ve seen, who who loved you. Loves you always.” He could see the tears beginning to swell from those hues staring widely up at him, her lips parting though the voice within silenced with the touch of a single finger of his. “No. Don’t say anything. Everything is over.” Her head began to slowly move side to side, long raven strands shifting too and fro.

“No, InuYasha. It’s no over.” She spoke against his wills for her silence, hands moving from between them to grip the red fabric that was still left of his attire. “No, InuYasha. Don’t make this over.”

“Kagome.” He whispered, hand that had once cupped her cheek running through the soft hair, coming behind her head to hold her still, making sure there would be no retreat as his lips came against hers. He hadn’t imagined so much warmth in that mere touch, a warmth he just now had the chance to obtain and keep. Parting their kiss he pulled her against him, hugging her fiercely. “I’ll always be with you. I promised, I’ll always protect you.”

“No, InuYasha.” She whimpered against the thick mass of matted down and bloodied silver hair, the tears running freely now. What was he saying? Why was he doing this? What was his wish?! “It’s not over.” It was all she could muster, all she could say. It was a chant in hopes he’d pull away and mock her for such foolishness as believing he’d send her home. ‘Kagome, you stupid girl, you think I’d really do that? Keh!’ he’d say. But that kiss… That one motion of his affections… It held so much. It sealed the knowledge of what she still denied. He had wished to send her home.

“Kagome.” He whispered into her ear.

“InuYaha.” She replied, choking back a sob, fingers tightening upon the fabric, sure to make sure the glass was still secure within her palm.

“Go home.” Those words echoed forever,seemseemed. The feeling of every fiber of her body beginning to grow numb causing her weight to fall onto him, though he couldn’t catch her. He didn’t even seem to have known she had fallen. The scenery changed with her descent, eyes watching while the figure of the battle field changed, the man who had held her collapsing in his place with her companions rushing to his side for aid.

“InuYasha..?” she whispered, head looking down to the object still staying stationary within her grip even as the world around her began to spin. “InuYasha…?!” her plea for his name grew louder. The feel of the soft soil beneath her feet was registered, but not used to her advantage as her knees collided with it soon after. Hands fell forward to catch her torso, though they were weak, trembling, and scared. ‘Why?’ she questioned to the silent dirt beneath her fingertips. ‘Why!? Why do this to us?! Did you not love me? Did you not know how I truly felt? Were you trying to be some sort of hero?’ She shook her head violently, shoving herself back and against one of the well’s four walls, head tilting back as her sobs began to rock her already shaking body. “InuYasha…InuYasha…” she couldn’t stop speaking his name. That one name that changed her life forever since that one year ago. He was gone. It was over. He ended it. He ended it all. Damn him. ‘I loved you.’ She cried within her thoughts, fingers tightening about the last gift he had given her before he turned her away. ‘I still do!’ His words, those final moments. ‘How could you say you loved me…’ but her heart continued to beat so rapidly, the knowledge, as befostilstill hidden behind the denial. The pain was so tightening, squeezing the muscle that wished it could only stop. Her lungs filled and her lips parted, releasing her first of many painful screams: “InuYasha!”