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In the past,he...
His past was tragic...
No one could understand his past...
His past was full of tragedy and heartache...
He's the way he is,because of his past...
Well,fuck the bloody past if it was so damn bad.
Inuyasha growled from his place up in the tree of their latest and greatest campsite-snicker-located right by a pretty,fucking,little lake.It was so serene it made his stomach try to rip itself asunder,one reason for his foul mood.
He was listening to Kagome give a retelling of his past to the rest of the little rag-tag group,in attempt to explain his bad temper today.She had got a habit of that;blame his past and temper for anything and everything-even the weather-and tell the nearest person around about it.It resulted in more pity looks and sighs than he cared to count.
And whenever he opened up his mouth to tell her to shut her own-sit boy!-he got a face full of dirt.
You stupid,mother-fucking bitch!
He really hated her when she did that.And she did it often.
So,to make it less of suspense,he decided to hate her all the time.Better than waiting around just to eat earth to express his anger.
And just why was he so angry in the first place?
The bitch did it again.
Little over a week ago,they had confronted Naraku at a shrine he had just recently took over.Everything had been going perfect.Sango,Miroku,and Kirara were wiping out the lesser youkai while he charged it,Tetsugia blazing.
It broke through Naraku's barrier with ease.He never would forget the look of fear on that bastard's face as he walked towards him.
Victory was in his grasp,as he raced forward,intent on chopping that asshole's head off and take the jewel once and for all...
But then...
In an attempt to 'help',Kagome had fired one of her arrows right at Naraku's hand,where the jewel rested.
Instead of knocking the jewel away from him,it hit the Tama dead on.
It really sucks to see your dreams go up in smoke for the millionth time.
The blast of energy when the arrow hit had knocked both him and Naraku away.And from there,lying on his back,he saw all those beautiful shards that he had-bleed,sweated,and wept for-collected,disappear into the skies again.
No,no,no,no,no!
At first,all he could do was just stare at the sky.Then,for the first time in a long time,he felt bitter tears sting at his eyes.He sat up slowly,and wasn't surprised to see Naraku had already escaped.Everything else was just a daze for him.He couldn't even stand to look at Kagome.
And that's when she declared herself his own personal historian,blaming everything that made up who he was to be at fault.
Was I the one who shot the fucking arrow!
But of course,the little bitch would never dream it was her own fault.Not sweet,precious and pure Kagome.She went on as if nothing had happened,as if she had not just shattered the most important thing in his life,again!
Kikyou had been lain to rest...
Kagome could rot in hell for all he cared...
The jewel was it,the only thing he could look forward to...
And it was gone from his grasp,probably for good this time.
He could see where this quest was going,and it would result in him dying by a demon,or spending the rest of his life looking for those damnable shards.
He didn't like either of the choices.
The jewel was gone,Kikyou was gone,his dream was gone.
What do I have left to fight for?
...nothing.