Origins of the pinky swear
End of my world.
I will always remember that night, the night my life was turned upside down. It's cruel how much your life can change in a mere second.
That's all it was, one moment she was breathing the next she wasn't. One moment I had hope, a mother, the next I felt so much sadness no one should be allowed to feel ... I was alone.
She died peacefully, painless, she had been sick some time, but no matter how bad her condition had apparently had been she never showed any kind of illness, at least not that I noticed, until one day she just collapsed and never got up again. She died in her sleep, with a familiar smile on her face, I knew that smile all too well. It was there on her face whenever she told me stories about my father, the man she loved so desperately.
At least that was a comforting thought, she had found happiness at last, she was free from all the sorrow and pain the living felt. But still that didn't change anything, nothing at all, it still left me all alone, I never felt so hollow I never realized how great a deal of my heart she possessed, how great a part she had taken with her. I clutched my hand at it, a feeble attempt to hold the few remaining pieces in place. I never cried so much in my life, I've heard stories about pain and sadness can become so great that you actually felt it physically, I never believed it.
Until now that is. Before she died, she made a final request to the people of the village, she pleaded that they'd take care of me, to take me in until I was old enough to live on my own. She had faith in them that they'd at least had enough kindness in them to not leave her ten year old son all alone in the world. The bastards didn't even respect her that much, as soon as her body was buried and the ceremony was over, they casted me away.
At first I refused to leave her grave ... the bastards didn't even give me that much. They punched and kicked me, they tore me away from her resting place. That is when I started running, they threw insults and stones at me until I was out of their reach, but that wasn't enough for me to stop running. I didn't care about anything else but to run, it felt good actually it felt as if I left all the pain and sadness behind me, they were there I could feel them but it was as if they were just too slow to catch up to work their evil powers of torture to their full extent. So I just kept running and running, through the forest over the fields across the river, for two moons. Until I couldn't run anymore, out of exhaustion I crashed down in a grass field.
It was early in the morning, the sun was peeping over the horizon. Moments later, the pain finally caught up and crushed me, I don't know how long I lay there face down in the muddy grass sobbing, weeping until I had no more tears, memories came crashing to me, memories I wanted to forget. I felt so lost, I had no purpose anymore, I doubted that I even had one to begin with. I'm a hanyo, a freak of nature I shouldn't even exist.
I remember everything about her, her scent, her tears, her smile, her love. I turned on my back and just watched the sky it was lighter now, the sun was trying to blind me so I shut it out. I lifted my hand to block it's rays, when I saw something glittering on my finger, I brought it closer to my face to see what it was, a single drop of dew hung on my pinky, slightly reflecting the rays of the sun. To me it was more than a mere drop of dew, it was a memory, one that I wanted to forget, but nothing seemed to be able to block out the images that came flooding in front of my eyes.
The last memory I had of her, our last conversation. She was lying down, her white delicate skin was even paler then it had been, her eyes carried think rims under them, she was too weak to even lift her head up, still she found enough strenght to pad my head in that loving way she always did.
"Mommy?" I squeaked.
"my boy, Inuyasha, listen to me" I nodded and scooted closer to her and held her cold hand to my face, "be proud of what you are my son, you have nothing to be ashamed for" she started crying then "you have to promise me something ... promise me that you'll stay alive ... no matter what happens to me you'll live" she was out of breath the entire time she was speaking, why was she so weak? It scared me to no ends.
"mommy, please don't go don't leave me behind" I pleaded.
"I'm sorry my son, I'm human ... my time is up ... please Inuyasha promise me"
"I promise, mommy I love you mommy" I kissed her hand that I kept against my cheek.
"I love you too my beautiful, brave little man and I'll promise you something in return ... I will always be right here in your heart" she tried to pull her hand to where my heart was, but the feeble force behind it was heartbreaking.
"you promise ? " I managed to squeak out.
"yes my darling I promise ... live well my son ... know that I love you so much ... I always will" I wept the tears away that were streaming down her face and stared at the little water orbs that trailed down my hand, to the little drop on my pink.
I kissed her tear away, hoping that maybe this little part of her would remain with me.
"you lied mommy, you're not here, there's nothing, left here" I sobbed, I remembered, the way the villagers ignored her final wishes and turned their backs at me, I would not disrespect her that way.
I kissed my pink again, "I promise mommy, if that is your wish, I'll stay alive as long as I can, I swear it"
With that I fell asleep in the middle of the grass, I knew I would be plagued with dreams of her leaving me, I didn't care. If I wanted to survive I had to regain my strength. I would do anything for her, even if she did not held her end of the promise, I would never break this promise to her.
an: alright, first Inuyasha story ever!!
I know the first chapter was kinda dark ... alright very gloomy
I hope you liked it and if not that's fine too
bye Annie
