I randomly got this idea while pondering a question that keeps arising whenever I watch the series: did Inuyasha dream during the years he was pinned to the tree? Don't expect this one to be too long...maybe three chapters, tops. I just felt like writing a little something as a side note to the Ah! My Goddess story I'm collaborating on with my roommate. Enjoy!
Dreaming of You
Kikyo's hate-filled face filled his vision. Die, Inuyasha.
She wanted him to die. He had no time for sorrow or regrets. The arrow arched
into the air, and he spared a moment to watch its smooth movement. The fragile
piece of wood would be easy enough to dodge, but something in him wanted
nothing more than to feel the sharp bite of the glowing arrowhead.
At the last second he tried to move, cursing his cowardice, but underestimated
the speed of the projectile. As the tip pierced through the outer layer of his
haori, every single nerve ending in his body erupted into flame. The fingers
clutching the necklace went numb, and he vaguely watched through horrified eyes
as the jewel went tumbling out of his reach.
Inuyasha tried to lunge forward, but by then the arrow had carved its way
through muscle and bone to his back and embedded itself firmly in the bark of
the tree.
As if in a dream, the hanyou watched the glowing sphere fall. It thudded softly
on the ground. The pain in his chest pulsed once and he felt the magic tug at
his mind, urging him down to sleep. He tried to fight it, forcing accusing
golden eyes over the angry villagers, marking each face to memory. Their shouts
were muted, as if his ears had been stuffed with grass. In the seconds before his
eyes closed, they met the pained figure of the priestess. Dark lifeblood
trailed in rivulets down her arm, but the fury in her face was untouched by the
great pain in her body.
Darkness descended, allowing time for only one final thought: How did we
come to this?