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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,959
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Two Years Ago... In Feudal Japan
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Inuyasha is the property of Rumiko Takahashi. Eric Christile and the story idea, however, do belong to me. Enjoy!
A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates. I lost my Internet in August-ish, and haven’t had the money to reconnect my phone line. I’m hoping to have it back by the end of this month, or mid November.
XxSangoxX – I’m glad you’re enjoying this story. I think you’ll like the twist I have planned.
Two Years Ago… In Feudal Japan
“Kikyou?” Inuyasha whispered, doubting his nose and his eyes. He was sure he smelled the bones and graveyard soil; he was also sure he saw one of her soul collectors fly overhead. In one frail lunge, he leapt out of the well, landing on his left knee and right hand. For a few moments, the silver strands of his hair blocked his vision, before he lifted his head, catching sight of the dead priestess.
She was staring down at him, but her expression was hard to read. A cloud of despair could be easily seen, however, the rest of her was left as a giant question mark. Was she there for the mere purpose of taking him to Hell with her? That promise he made… it seemed so long ago now. Her right hand was clutching to her bow, but her movements didn’t seem threatening.
She took an arrow and arched her bow, seemingly to point it directly at him. Inuyasha neither ran nor attacked. He simply watched her, eyes daring her to make a move. No doubt his heart began to beat rapidly, and a small piece of it chipped off. Was she about to make a repeat of what happened fifty-two years ago? Good. End this suffering once and for all.
“Stand aside, Inuyasha.”
His ears perked and faced her, as he blinked in minor confusion. Even a confused sound passed through his lips and straight at her. His eyes wandered to the tip of her arrow, and realization kicked in. She was going to seal the well once and for all. Prevent Kagome from ever returning to the Feudal Era.
A small bubble of anger began to build within him. Was it not enough that he would fulfill his promise to her and go to Hell? She wanted to prevent that small piece of joy he had in his life from ever returning. Make her memory fade away like some bewitching dream.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, not allowing his anger to blur his actions, nor his love for the dead priestess to allow her to continue.
The despair in her eyes only grew as she pulled her arrow further back. A deep purple haze began to surround both Priestess and weapon. “Inuyasha,” her voice sounded cold. “Do you plan to stop me? I must do this. Her interference with this world nearly destroyed it. To allow the possibility of her return will result in our certain demise.”
Her arms began to shake violently.
My soul is being sucked from me!
Her breath began to grow short, and her skin turn unnaturally pale. Around them, her soul collectors began to drop like flies, one by one. Lifeless. “Now stand aside.”
He almost obeyed, but his legs couldn’t move. He was horrified with the situation before him. “Kikyou, please. You don’t have to—“
My strength… It’s disintegrating!
The arrow shot. A blinding purple light headed straight for him. There was neither time to deflect the attack, nor dodge it. Not from her point blank range. It struck his right arm, dissolving it completely. Inuyasha was usually able to handle pain when he was in his hanyou state, but this pain was overwhelming.
An agonizing cry filled the forest, frightening some birds from where they rested. Inuyasha’s vision began to grow blotchy; the smell of his blood overpowered his nose. He was feeling cold, betrayed. Past the purple light, a look of great concern could be read through Kikyou’s features. And, if only for a moment, he could swear it wasn’t Kikyou who seemed so concerned; Kagome had taken her place. He wanted to reach out for her, but he felt so damn tired. Finally, he succumbed to the darkness. Peace at last.
She dropped her weapon and ran toward Inuyasha’s aid. Kneeling beside him, she cradled his head in her arms. Tears couldn’t come to a dead woman’s eyes, but the pain still loitered, powerfully, inside. She could still feel her soul being sucked from her, but was no longer surprised. The soul now belonged to Kagome. Kikyou’s task had been successful.
She rested her head atop of Inuyasha’s, rubbing her cheeks against his dog ears, and closed her eyes. Now they would truly be able to travel to Hell together. It was not her intention to kill Inuyasha by her arrow. She would never have the strength to do that, not intentionally. Fifty-two years ago, when she had thought Inuyasha had betrayed her to steal the sacred jewel, she had opted to put him in an eternal sleep, rather than force him to meet his death.
Lifting her head, only slightly, she looked out towards the dead bodies of her soul collectors, and flinched away. It only served to increase her pain. Looking back at Inuyasha’s unconscious face, she began to stroke the silver strands of his hair. It felt soft to her touch. He pulsed, and Kikyou pulled back, momentarily alarmed.
Another pulse.
She watched him, eyes narrowed, but curious. A third pulse gave-way, turning his silver strands to an onyx black. Kikyou furrowed her brow and a deep scowl overpowered her lips.
No! This is not how it was to be! Inuyasha was to…
She couldn’t finish the thought; nor would anyone know what the dead priestess was thinking. The last bit of her soul had been sucked from her at this point, and the vision of Kikyou was no more. Merely dust in the wind.
A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates. I lost my Internet in August-ish, and haven’t had the money to reconnect my phone line. I’m hoping to have it back by the end of this month, or mid November.
XxSangoxX – I’m glad you’re enjoying this story. I think you’ll like the twist I have planned.
Two Years Ago… In Feudal Japan
“Kikyou?” Inuyasha whispered, doubting his nose and his eyes. He was sure he smelled the bones and graveyard soil; he was also sure he saw one of her soul collectors fly overhead. In one frail lunge, he leapt out of the well, landing on his left knee and right hand. For a few moments, the silver strands of his hair blocked his vision, before he lifted his head, catching sight of the dead priestess.
She was staring down at him, but her expression was hard to read. A cloud of despair could be easily seen, however, the rest of her was left as a giant question mark. Was she there for the mere purpose of taking him to Hell with her? That promise he made… it seemed so long ago now. Her right hand was clutching to her bow, but her movements didn’t seem threatening.
She took an arrow and arched her bow, seemingly to point it directly at him. Inuyasha neither ran nor attacked. He simply watched her, eyes daring her to make a move. No doubt his heart began to beat rapidly, and a small piece of it chipped off. Was she about to make a repeat of what happened fifty-two years ago? Good. End this suffering once and for all.
“Stand aside, Inuyasha.”
His ears perked and faced her, as he blinked in minor confusion. Even a confused sound passed through his lips and straight at her. His eyes wandered to the tip of her arrow, and realization kicked in. She was going to seal the well once and for all. Prevent Kagome from ever returning to the Feudal Era.
A small bubble of anger began to build within him. Was it not enough that he would fulfill his promise to her and go to Hell? She wanted to prevent that small piece of joy he had in his life from ever returning. Make her memory fade away like some bewitching dream.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, not allowing his anger to blur his actions, nor his love for the dead priestess to allow her to continue.
The despair in her eyes only grew as she pulled her arrow further back. A deep purple haze began to surround both Priestess and weapon. “Inuyasha,” her voice sounded cold. “Do you plan to stop me? I must do this. Her interference with this world nearly destroyed it. To allow the possibility of her return will result in our certain demise.”
Her arms began to shake violently.
My soul is being sucked from me!
Her breath began to grow short, and her skin turn unnaturally pale. Around them, her soul collectors began to drop like flies, one by one. Lifeless. “Now stand aside.”
He almost obeyed, but his legs couldn’t move. He was horrified with the situation before him. “Kikyou, please. You don’t have to—“
My strength… It’s disintegrating!
The arrow shot. A blinding purple light headed straight for him. There was neither time to deflect the attack, nor dodge it. Not from her point blank range. It struck his right arm, dissolving it completely. Inuyasha was usually able to handle pain when he was in his hanyou state, but this pain was overwhelming.
An agonizing cry filled the forest, frightening some birds from where they rested. Inuyasha’s vision began to grow blotchy; the smell of his blood overpowered his nose. He was feeling cold, betrayed. Past the purple light, a look of great concern could be read through Kikyou’s features. And, if only for a moment, he could swear it wasn’t Kikyou who seemed so concerned; Kagome had taken her place. He wanted to reach out for her, but he felt so damn tired. Finally, he succumbed to the darkness. Peace at last.
She dropped her weapon and ran toward Inuyasha’s aid. Kneeling beside him, she cradled his head in her arms. Tears couldn’t come to a dead woman’s eyes, but the pain still loitered, powerfully, inside. She could still feel her soul being sucked from her, but was no longer surprised. The soul now belonged to Kagome. Kikyou’s task had been successful.
She rested her head atop of Inuyasha’s, rubbing her cheeks against his dog ears, and closed her eyes. Now they would truly be able to travel to Hell together. It was not her intention to kill Inuyasha by her arrow. She would never have the strength to do that, not intentionally. Fifty-two years ago, when she had thought Inuyasha had betrayed her to steal the sacred jewel, she had opted to put him in an eternal sleep, rather than force him to meet his death.
Lifting her head, only slightly, she looked out towards the dead bodies of her soul collectors, and flinched away. It only served to increase her pain. Looking back at Inuyasha’s unconscious face, she began to stroke the silver strands of his hair. It felt soft to her touch. He pulsed, and Kikyou pulled back, momentarily alarmed.
Another pulse.
She watched him, eyes narrowed, but curious. A third pulse gave-way, turning his silver strands to an onyx black. Kikyou furrowed her brow and a deep scowl overpowered her lips.
No! This is not how it was to be! Inuyasha was to…
She couldn’t finish the thought; nor would anyone know what the dead priestess was thinking. The last bit of her soul had been sucked from her at this point, and the vision of Kikyou was no more. Merely dust in the wind.