A.N.
Hey guys! Long time no see! So I've got an idea in my head, and this is the start of it… but I want to see how it will be reciprocated before I make too big of a deal of it. I kind of wanted to have Inuyasha wake up in Kagome's time post-Naraku. Here, he would encounter Kagome's family and they tell him she never returned from the Feudal Era after the last time the two of them had come to visit together. Instead, they found an old scroll telling the tale of a fierce battle of humans and demons and that's how Inuyasha finds out about what happens during the final battle and whatnot… but here's a little teaser for you for now…. Let me know what you guys think.
Telling You I'm Sorry
"Inuyasha!" An ear twitched at the sound of someone calling his name. He was in mid-leap, heading for one of his long runs. He turned his head, his interest piqued. Once he realized what was happening it was too late. His eyes widened as he watched something whiz towards him. Time stood still for the hanyou as the arrow sliced through the summer heat, the twang of a bowstring snapping back into place sang through the silence. He tried to stop his movements, tried to evade it before the impeding doom washed over him. He only grunted as the arrow sunk deep into his flesh, just above his heart, his golden eyes wincing as his brow furrowed. He could smell his own blood; feel the burn of purification course through his body. At first he couldn't understand who would shoot a purification arrow at him, and once he did realize he lost all feeling in his body. He thought she loved him, thought they were to be together… why would she do this? What did he do to deserve this? It felt like slow motion as his body was hurled into the trunk of the Time Tree. He looked to where the arrow had come from; a few hundred meters ahead of where he now stood pinned. His golden eyes held nothing but confusion and hurt as they followed the young girl out from behind a tree. He could smell her tears; surely she hadn't meant to hit him? He still just couldn't understand. She made no movement to come free him, instead, the miko sunk to the forest floor, raising her arms to her face to shield them from the sight. Sobs racked her body, knowing just how much she was betraying him by doing this. Slowly but surely, his world began to lose its focus; his head became fuzzy as sleep threatened to take a hold of him. He dared not lose this battle, not until he had gotten an explanation.
"B-but why? I..I thought…" It was to no avail. His eyes drooped as his head rolled forward, his silvery locks flowing over his shoulders as he went limp, darkness consuming his world. He never saw the raven-beauty clad in miko attire again. Only one thing flashed through his mind before he was completely gone: Why?
As if already knowing the question he was asking her, the miko gave her silent reply. I'm so sorry Inuyasha, but it's better this way. Please understand. She slowly walked up to the Time Tree, every few steps checking to make sure the spell had taken effect and that he was in a deep sleep. She climbed onto one of the taller roots so she was face to face with the silver haired hanyou before her. Carefully, she reached for his prayer beads and closed her eyes as she began to pour her powers into them. A soft pink glow enveloped both her and Inuyasha until she finished. Before opening her eyes she kissed his lips softly, a fresh batch of tears rising to her eyes. This was all she could do for him. Here he would be safe from Naraku and the final battle.
"I'll come back to free you once its over, I promise. I'm sorry." Slowly she made her way down the root and back onto the grass of the clearing and then began to walk away, her hakama billowing in the wind behind her. When she was far enough away, she placed a protective barrier around the area, shielding the hanyou from any unwanted guests. Taking one more look at the sleeping figure, the miko turned to leave, knowing she would be leaving her heart here in this clearing.
Kagome never came back to free Inuyasha from the Time Tree. It would be here that he slept for the next 500 years.