Loss
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,141
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
I Don't Remember My Palm
Title: Loss - I Don’t Remember My Palm
Authors: Stardreamer
Fandom: Inuyasha
Rating: R for psychological nudity.
Codes: Angst, Character Death.
Summary: This came out of brainstorming for another version of Loss which was a 1st person mental narrative type story. The result was a very nasty evil black little plot bunny that produced this. It is not nice. It is evil sick and twisted. Be warned.
Disclaimer: Miroku and other Inuyasha characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and are used here without permission. This work is not made for profit and may not be used for such.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
POC: dreamerman90-fanfic@yahoo.com
I don’t remember what my palm looks like. I haven’t seen it since I was child. Wrapped away under purple cloth and pray beads, holding the terrible death and destruction in check. That destruction that will someday devour me like it did my father.
I remember the day well; the roar of the wind, the priest holding me back and then father was gone. Until today that fate had been my greatest fear. It was the reason I searched so hard to find a woman willing to bear me an heir, someone to continue my line and see revenge on the one who had put this curse upon me.
Then I found her, a warrior maiden of great beauty and strength. I knew in my heart that she was the one. It was not easy at first; she couldn’t see my true qualities and didn’t understand my gentle arts of wooing her. But then came the day that she secretly accepted my proposal. We kept it a secret, our growing love, for the day the battle was won. But fate was not to be kind.
She was so beautiful in the battle, flying through the air on her great fire cat, beside me as I unleashed the terrible destructive darkness in my hand that devoured all in its path. I never knew what struck me, some club or thrown rock. I was stunned and staggered around. I never even saw her, only heard too late, the scream. Funny I can’t even remember her face now; I only hear that scream over and over.
I look at the others now sleeping, exhausted from the battle. They say that they don’t blame me. That it wasn’t my fault. But I can see in their eyes that they feel differently. All I know is that I have never felt so alone before. I realize now that there is a greater fear than my father’s fate and it is to be forever alone.
I stand up and quietly walk out of the camp and into the dark woods. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I am going to see what my palm looks like.
Authors: Stardreamer
Fandom: Inuyasha
Rating: R for psychological nudity.
Codes: Angst, Character Death.
Summary: This came out of brainstorming for another version of Loss which was a 1st person mental narrative type story. The result was a very nasty evil black little plot bunny that produced this. It is not nice. It is evil sick and twisted. Be warned.
Disclaimer: Miroku and other Inuyasha characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and are used here without permission. This work is not made for profit and may not be used for such.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
POC: dreamerman90-fanfic@yahoo.com
I don’t remember what my palm looks like. I haven’t seen it since I was child. Wrapped away under purple cloth and pray beads, holding the terrible death and destruction in check. That destruction that will someday devour me like it did my father.
I remember the day well; the roar of the wind, the priest holding me back and then father was gone. Until today that fate had been my greatest fear. It was the reason I searched so hard to find a woman willing to bear me an heir, someone to continue my line and see revenge on the one who had put this curse upon me.
Then I found her, a warrior maiden of great beauty and strength. I knew in my heart that she was the one. It was not easy at first; she couldn’t see my true qualities and didn’t understand my gentle arts of wooing her. But then came the day that she secretly accepted my proposal. We kept it a secret, our growing love, for the day the battle was won. But fate was not to be kind.
She was so beautiful in the battle, flying through the air on her great fire cat, beside me as I unleashed the terrible destructive darkness in my hand that devoured all in its path. I never knew what struck me, some club or thrown rock. I was stunned and staggered around. I never even saw her, only heard too late, the scream. Funny I can’t even remember her face now; I only hear that scream over and over.
I look at the others now sleeping, exhausted from the battle. They say that they don’t blame me. That it wasn’t my fault. But I can see in their eyes that they feel differently. All I know is that I have never felt so alone before. I realize now that there is a greater fear than my father’s fate and it is to be forever alone.
I stand up and quietly walk out of the camp and into the dark woods. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I am going to see what my palm looks like.