Author's Note: Has anyone ever asked you, "What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow?" That was my sole inspiration, that and some other popular fanfic theme based on some depressing gothic idea(s). Oh yeah, fallen wind told me a story that almost made me cry, something I don't do very often. This is a way of expressing my sadness; yeah, I was kinda depressed when I wrote this, sorry! This story coincides with a song titled My Last Breath by Evanescence (hence the title of the story). Hey, every song has a story, every story has a song. This is the first story I've written of this type, so bear with me, please! Oh, by the way, this is really important: do NOT skim through this story or else it will NOT seem good and it will NOT make sense, pay close attention to the flashback of the battle, and the song, My Last Breath, is being told from MY (the author's) perspective, NOT INUYASHA'S. Enjoy if it is worth enjoying.
Disclaimer: Hmm? Oh, yup, yeah, right, that's me; neither "InuYasha" nor "My Last Breath" is mine. Darn, they're both really good, too. "InuYasha" belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, and "My Last Breath" is a song by Evanescence. Can't blame a girl for dreaming, now can ya? ^_~
My Last Breath
hold on to me
you know I can't stay long
all I wanted to say was I love you and i'm not afraid
can you hear me?
can you feel me in your arms?
This world, I can't bear to live in this damned world any more, not since everyone I've ever cared about died.
So now, I'm just wandering on my own, like I used to be back when. Where the hell was I supposed to go?! No one wanted a stupid hanyou, not even a kid, neither ningen nor youkai. It was just me; it's still just me, on my own, all alone…
Instead, I trained to become stronger, stronger than stupid, useless emotions, stronger than stupid, useless mortals who spat on my back and yelled obnoxiously into my sensitive ears… not to mention play with my ears…
I chuckled softly to myself, relieving the strange concentration of stiff tension that had accumulated about the silent wood. "But not strong enough!" I announced plainly, challenging the heavy quiescence. "Not strong enough."
With a steady humdrum pace, I trudged along the forest terrain, bumping carelessly into trees decrepit as I. My mouth remained shut, shunning the constant pains and raw bruises. Life was forsaken in this land of mourning.
She taught me so much and was my only real friend, though I despised her presence. Others had tried, but none could comprehend the responsibilities of having a deadly companion. I feel so stupid now…
Continuing on my trek to some unknown destination, I laughed again, straining to mute the snickers. No longer had I control over myself: loud and compelling, my maniacal laughter rang throughout the dead woods. My feeble debilitated attempt to stir some life into anything at all failed insignificantly. Life truly was forsaken here.
Why the hell do I care? I never cared for this damned world before so why all of a sudden? No, I don't care; I don't give a shit anymore. In this world, hope was beyond renounced to me. She was my world, but now…
My crazed laughter turned to bulging tears. Although I held no equivocation when I released my insane cachinnation, I chose instead to protect whatever meager pride I had left, so I fought back my emotions. Despite the fair day, sun shining and all, my face remains hidden under shadows of devastation and depression.
Why did she leave me? I need her more than anything. She was all that kept me comforted and sane; hell, she was my sanity.
I stopped. Silence once again dominated. Somehow, I had stumbled upon the Goshinboku and the mysterious well that had the ability to manipulate the stream of time, connecting her era to my own. Memories came flooding back to me, making me cringe under the ponderous weight of it all.
Once, I lay against this god tree. Limbs bound by vines, life bound by fate, I was sentenced here for my blinded deed. I was helplessly locked in a cage, key thrown away. But the key came back; she was the key.
"K…Kagome…" I fought once again to drive back the tears. No I can't cry, not now. Falling upon my knees, I grasped wildly at the earth beneath me, trying to release my aching pains and frustrations that way.
No, it's not working. Nothing is working. "Damn it!" I exclaimed. Thoughts leaked through my impotent firewall. "Nothing's working!"
"InuYasha," someone called with some degree of calmness and serenity.
That's her voice. That's hers!