Tears of Red
Inuyasha Centric / Implied InuKag
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Summary: The only devils in this world are those running around in our own hearts, and that is where all our battles should be fought.
-Mahatma Gandhi
This was written for challenge on livejournal.
Inuyasha looked down at his blood drenched claws in confusion.
Where had it all come from?
He could make out someone else's besides his own amongst it, which meant someone had been wounded by him.
Along with the blood, bits of white material were torn and wedged between his fingers and claws.
Someone he knew wore it that he could recall.
But who?
He took a moment to analyze the scent and his mind raced knowing it held a familiar aroma to it. Hidden, locked away, his psyche wouldn't allow him to remember.
Was it too painful to remember? Yes, that had to be it.
Inuyasha fished through his thoughts, memories, anything.
A sudden dread washed over him. 'Whose blood is this?'
Heart was racing; adrenaline picking up speed, Inuyasha rushed forward trying to find the source of blood, trying desperately to break free of the youkai that held him prisoner of his own body. It had to be someone close to him, someone important. With so little blood, in no way could it be an enemy. It looked as though he prevented as much damage as possible.
The smell held a light scent, a woman's.
His eyes flashed amber briefly, a flash overshadowing his sight as a memory plagued him.
A girl. Long midnight hair. Always a smile.
Always loving, embracing arms.
Body hunched over in pain, Inuyasha ripped out a cry of fear and terror through his throat and into the air.
He wanted to fall to the ground, huddle up into a ball and never walk.
Tears wanted to welt in his eyes but they drowned in the redness, bleeding crimson instead.
"Kagome…" He whispered to himself and bit his lower lip. 'How could I?'