Escape from Pain

Escape from Pain

Hiya! here's my second fic. Just editing, no new chapters. Brief break from my story Artificial Love. I had a bad day so I decided to take it out on some random characters. Enjoy!


Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha. I’m not lying. No one has a gun to my head right now at my apartment and is making me say this. (eyes man with gun to her head) You really shouldn’t come and HELP ME.

Blood.

It flows freely from us both.

Cocky bastard. You’re just as badly beaten as I am.

Why do you smile so smugly?

We face each other. Steady, and watching. Searching for the smallest weakness. Waiting for an attack.

I will strike you down first.

We attack simultaneously. Running at each other like crazed men, while cries of battle, of promised pain, and our victories, pour from us into the chill night air.

The chill of that same air gnaws at my flesh, making my wounds cry out all the more in their crippling agony.

Still grinning I see.

I’ll soon put an end to that.

A whisper from you as we pass. Barely audible over the ringing and spark of our clashing steel.

“What are you waiting for, kill me.”

My eyes widen. Had I heard correctly? Do you now wish to die?

A faint excitement flows through me at the thought of your blood on my hands. You’re disgusting blood that is nothing more than an illusion. Trickery.

Why do you wish to die? All that you have ever cared for was your own life.

And ending the lives of others.

Alright then. I will grant your wish. Because you’re sadistic. Because killing you would be the easiest thing to do. The easiest thing in the world.

We come at each other again, and I can almost smell your death in the air.... But you stop.

Why have you stopped?

You lower your head to me. Is this where you beg me to kill you, precious?

Won’t even fight me anymore will you?

What a pity.

I stalk toward you, mildly annoyed when I see no fear in your eyes.

What a shame.

“I’m sorry.”

“What was that?” I reply, hoping to anger you. I want a fight, not an execution.

Sadness is what I see in you. Your eyes are brimming with tears.

How pathetic.

“They’re gone.... And that BASTARD!”

I see a glimpse of the anger that I was searching for in you, but it quickly wisps away. It wasn’t meant for me, anyway.

“He lied.... I’m alive because of a lie....”

Sadness quickly sweeps back over you, and now the tears fall. I HATE you for making me give a damn. For bringing me into your pathetic little life, that is soon to be over.

You taunt your executioner.

“Please... please just kill me.”

A sob escapes hoarsely from your throat.

DAMN it, why won’t you FIGHT! How could someone such as you, who I thought to have no true emotion, give up so completely. You seem cowardly to me now. Cowardly, and weak. And I hate you for it.

A teardrop hits the ground.

“I’m the only one.... The only one left.”

Two drops. Three.

Your expression is blank. You hold something so tightly in your hand, that small drops of blood fall to the ground to mingle with your tears. It was his. It belonged to the one closest to you.

I stalk towards you, and you tense before me. Ready for an attack.

Ready to die, to end your loneliness.

I know all about loneliness.

I once respected you. Still do in a way, but now pity, coupled with empathy, stays my hand.

For the moment.

I feel a love for you, as you stand broken and bleeding before me. Broken more in spirit than in body. A vague love, that someone might feel for a passerby humming a heartbreaking melody. For a bird with a broken wing, or a tree that has seen centuries yet is still beautiful in its antiquity.

That is the love that I feel at the moment, though you don't deserve it.

I appreciate you.

I will mourn your loss.

Pausing before you, I lean in to place my hand on your shoulder, and my lips near your ear.

“I give you... release.”

Upon the breath of my last word I drive my deadly claws into your chest. As you slump lifelessly foreword, I lift you into my arms.

I know that you aren't dead. Not yet.

A grassy rise in the ground catches my eye, and I lay you down gently. Your breaths come to my ears wet and shallow. Your eyes fill with pain.

And gratitude.

You were my enemy. I always have thought of you as my enemy. But you were a person also. You took care of the people that you cared for.

I’d hate to think what I would do if everyone that I cared for was gone.

You were my opponent.

You were a worthy opponent.

That vague love that I had felt earlier springs up in me again, as I see a smile slip slowly onto your face. For some reason that I cannot explain, it drives me to lean down and place a small, yet tender kiss on your lips... before I pluck the jewel shard quickly from your neck.

I can’t look at you as I do this. I avert my eyes instead to an angry sky. It seems to be threatening me with a storm. So what. It wont change anything.

Nothing ever changes.

I know that if I were to look down at you, only your bones would meet my eyes. I will bury those bones, because you deserve at least that much.

From the man that killed you.

Bankotsu.

You should have stayed buried.

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Inuyasha heard Kagome’s calls, but was unable to answer. He sank to his knees, then, losing the last of his strength, fell to the ground, unable even to catch himself. His life was leaving him, as was his blood, from the wounds that ran ropy and jagged throughout the length of his body.

His blood soaked frame lay on the frostbitten grass of the desolate field, though cloaked as he was in the dark crimson fur of the fire rat, to an onlooker, nothing in his appearance would suggest that he was dying.

Only his snowy white hair, which was splattered in places with dark, foreboding red, gave testament to how grievous his injuries really were.
He smiled. It was just his luck to die this way.

Alone.

Inky black lashes fell over liquid gold eyes, as the hanyou’s breath, which floated vaporous into the cold night, gradually stopped forcing it’s way out of his chest.

He left this world. To join all those who had died before him.

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I still would like to give a big shout out to Venus of Heaven, who has reviewed every chapter that I have written so far in my story Artificial Love. (even when she had a broken arm) I’m really sorry that it got erased. You all should check out her fics. She has some really great plot ideas.

Also I would like to thank all of the future reviewers of this story. If you have stories of your own, I’ll try to return the favor. If you don’t... well you still have my gratitude. Happy reading!

Inuyasha: What am I doing here?

Immortality lost: I don’t know what ARE you doing here. This fic isn’t supposed to have a dialogue after the story.

Inuyasha: I don’t know! I was just sleeping with Miroku, when all of a sudden, BAM I’m killing Bankotsu. This shit isn’t in my contract.

Immortality lost: Well at least you got to kiss him.

Inuyasha: (glares at Immortality lost) I can’t work like this. Pick a fic and stay there.

Immortality lost: (snaps fingers and sends Inuyasha to spend some time with the penguins in antarctica) Hope that fire rat coat keeps you warm, you picky, puppy eared, doodle.(turns to readers) See ya when I see ya!