:dodges various items thrown at head for not posting Epilogue to Election:
Okay! Okay! Iknow that you guys don't exactly want to see another story popping up until I finish Election right?
:much agreement from crowd:
But!This is a cool story that I've been working on since basically last summer and I think it's really good. It was originally planned to be a one-shot, but I decided to post the kinda prelude-ish thing here first. That way if anyone had any questions or confusion I could clear it all up before I post the big thing.
Anyway... Tell me, you guys, if you want me to continue... Reviews make me insanely happy you know...
He once thought that what he feared most was non-acceptance. But he had learned that not everyone was going to accept him for what he was, and it bothered him sometimes, but eventually, he'd gotten over it. No big deal, right? Then he had been impersonated and lost the one girl he'd ever loved. Kikyo was the only one who loved him. The only one who even regarded his existence. For a while he even thought she was the only one he could ever love. Then he was betrayed in revenge by Kikyo, before either of them learned the truth. And for the longest time afterward, he feared he would never gain her forgiveness and that killed him inside. But she showed no signs of doing anything except manipulating him and dragging him to the fiery depths below. And she had once tried to kill someone very dear to him and he wouldn't forgive her for that, because he would wholeheartedly blame himself if that were to occur.
But recently, something, and someone much more important than Kikyo had come to light, the very same person Kikyo had tried to kill. He had injured this person, without having any memory of doing so. He had caused her physical pain after nearly three years of typical (as in not really meaningful) verbal abuse, and this was the worst thing he could have ever done. She had never feared him, in fact she always found a way to bring him back from that state of mind. Well, it wasn't really a state "of mind", because he always seemed to be "out of it" during that time. "It" being his mind. Anyway, that was what she was trying to do this time, bring him back. It's not like what had happened wasn't something he had never put into perspective, on the contrary, it was something he thought of often. Yet, only now, after this incident only described as "absolutely terrifying" by its witnesses, was the true extent of his deepest hidden fear revealed.
Fighting against the feelings of guilt, remorse, and even desperation rising in his chest, squeezing at his heart and constricting his already shallow breathing, he stared down at her. There, for all the world to see was what he had inflicted. Just the knowledge that he had caused the sight before him and the unmistakable scent of her blood on his hands was enough to make him sick. Turning away from her, while she was being tended to by Kaede, after being "healed" by his normally cold-hearted half-brother (which had concerned a lot of begging and bargaining on his part), the hanyou named Inuyasha began to dwell on the occurrences of the last forty-eight hours...