This is a short one shot, obviously not related to the series, but involving the characters. I hope you enjoy it. Please R&R (Also, I'm always looking for a great story to read, so send me a message if you have a recommendation .)
Morbid Death By: Kat57
The intoxicating stale scent was making him nauseous. The stark white sheets, the outdated lemon cleaner smell; it all indicated an essence of death. Clenched fists at his sides, he gazed around at the employees. A robust, elderly gentleman stalked by in a lab coat. He passed by Inuyasha in a busy manner, avoiding eye contact. Nurses and medical technicians sat about on computers, answering telephones, and chatting to one another lazily.
Inuyasha began grinding his teeth together. These people were so used to the decayed aroma and the sight of death, that they turned their heads at teary eyes. He wasn't sure whether to resent them, or sympathize for them. At a height of about six feet, Inuyasha stood and made to the nearest nurse. Everything in his vision was white, a very barren white. He clung to his dark denim jacket draped across his arm.
The nurses' badge read "Glenna". Inuyasha approached her and her gaze fell upon him and minutely softened. She gestured to the doorway to her left, and then almost instantly, reverted back towards her lit monitor. Stiff legged and jaw snuggly in place, he continued through the indicated door. Halls and halls of coughs, blood gurgling, and machine noises clucked in his ear. He could hear them for, what felt like, miles of that damned place. That hypocritically white place. Death was mysterious, black, and dark.
He curved right, tracing the numbered doors with his eyes, but wouldn't dare touch them. That deathly chill was harassing him, mocking his pity even. Death himself was practically laughing at his watery, golden eyes. What right did Death have to question him? I continued watching Inuyasha, and damning Death for his audacity. My own ghostly visage wafted above my lover, hesitantly reaching my transparent fingers to touch his cheek. Nonexistent tears pleaded with me to be released, but I could not commit.
Inuyasha had made it to room 354 now; my room. Or, at least, it was my room. My comatose body lay on those blindingly white sheets. I wanted so badly to tell him to stop coming here. I was already gone, and the sooner he moved on, the sooner I could. However, I was left here to share in his misery. We were all each other had, and now he was alone, left grasping a dead lover's hand. The first drop hit my body's hand, and I swear if I could breathe still, I would have stopped as the first tear trickled down his chin.
Life was cruel to us, but Death was being morbid. He had an odd fascination with taking away all of our loved ones, while life emanated misery for we that remained. Actually, Inuyasha was all that remained, considering I was supposed to have already departed. Inuyasha sat with my lifeless body for quite some time. His tears never ceased, and he never once dropped my bloodless fingers from his warm ones. I wondered how much longer this would last; this parallel dimension, where we both were so close to one another, yet so far away. I've still yet to decide which is worse; Life or Death?