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Glass shattered against the wooden wall, its loud crash warring with desperate pleas. They were silent to his pounding ears, their very existence blurry through his watery eyes. Why? Why would she leave him – alone – after promising so much? He hated her, hated them. His heart throbbed painfully – was it something he did?
"Inuyasha, please!" Sango's trembling voice did nothing to sooth him. He roared in his anger and threw another glass, yet another object from her time, another reminder.
"Inuyasha!" Miroku shouted hoarsely, "she'll come back! Kagome would never-"
The entire house shook as he punched the wall. Sango stumbled back in shock and nearly tripped over the remnants of torn bedding strewn throughout the once cozy home. Suddenly, he turned and faced his two friends, acknowledging them for the first time since his rampage began.
"Get the fuck out." His voice felt gravelly and constricted. How long had it been since he had spoken to anyone? Both Sango and Miroku regarded him with worried looks and the latter stepped forward with an outstretched hand. Inuyasha flinched back and growled low. He cared about them, didn't want to hurt them, but they didn't understand – could never understand. "I'm destroying this fucking hut whether you're in it or not." The finality of his tone made them retreat. Regretfully they stood outside in the decimated forest and watched tearfully as Inuyasha ravaged the wooden home and tore it apart from the inside out.
When the last wall crumbled to the ground he fell to his knees and roared his despair. His hands were bloodied and raw but he didn't give a shit. He could feel himself going insane from being constantly surrounded by her fading scent. This house, their house held too many painfully beautiful memories.
He vowed that day to never feel heartbreak again.
One.
The humans were at it again. Just when he thought their incessant warring was over the pathetic race started up another shit storm. When would they ever learn? He turned a cold shoulder to all their affairs.
Instead, he slowly worked his way up the destructive youkai hierarchy. Who knew an icy bastard like Sesshomaru would turn out to be his greatest ally? Together they eliminated rival clans and took their rightful place as heads of the youkai world. Power suited him. It dimmed the throbbing ache inside his chest. The one left by her.
The life of a warrior was unpredictable and he thrived. Familiarity suffocated him. He was constantly on the run, in a battle, winning.
When news of Miroku and Sango's deaths reached him he barely flinched. Humans were so weak and undependable. Regardless, for the first time in decades, he ventured back to that cursed village to pay his respects. The sight of the well nearly made him retch, but he suppressed the unsettling emotions and overpowered them with one he knew well – anger.
The wall around his heart thickened.
Two.
Their empire grew, but he didn't really give a rat's ass. It was just something to do. Every so often he questioned its purpose and quickly tampered those thoughts. He learned it did him no good to think beyond the next year, hell, the next day. Time was something he had plenty of.
Since Sango's death he had taken over guardianship of the Tama. At first he had simply sealed it away in a desolate region and nearly forgotten about it. The protective charms had worked well and soon the jewel became more of a myth than a legend. Few sought it out and none got past its barriers. In a particularly quiet year he purposely sought it out and fought through the vicious spells for something to do.
When the faintly pink, crystalline orb was once again in his possession he nearly gave into the relentless desire to wish upon it – for her. Sheer willpower stopped him. He didn't need her, wouldn't need her.
Three.
He was restless. A dooming sense of boredom weighed heavily upon him. The demon world bowed to him and his infuriating brother and he had no real desire to conquer the humans. He knew they overpopulated them in the end anyways, so why bother?
So he began searching for a concealment spell, something that would allow them to blend in when they inevitably merged together. His search upturned an amassment of knowledge – folklore for the disbelieving. Most of it was useless, but it gave him a task. A small fortune was his passive reward.
The Tama hung listlessly around his neck. It rarely glowed and simply rested against him like an ugly piece of jewellery. He had destroyed the cursed collar long ago. She removed the necklace before she betrayed him, but it still took him over a century to obliterate the actual beads. It hadn't been as satisfying as he had hoped.
News of Shippou's first heir made its way to him through the grapevine. A small pang caught him off guard. In retrospect, he could have taken better care of the brat. Sango and Miroku may have raised him well, but he knew a human family was lacking for a full youkai. He was just so angry then, he couldn't have possibly raised a kid. Nonetheless, he allowed the small hurt to chip a fragment off his facade. The brat could have at least written. He hadn't even known he found a mate.
Four.
He sighed and peeled off the small child that clung to his head, wincing as its claws tangled his hair. She wailed at the loss and instantaneously pouted – a look he was never able to resist. Golden eyes were wide with tears. Stifling the urge to roll his own, he twitched his ears for her amusement. How in the hell had Sesshomaru found a willing female?
The growing family sparked a dark desire within him. He hadn't thought of having his own since her. His chest felt heavy as imagined their children. They would have been so loved, so nurtured. The Tama flickered feebly, feeding off the first trickle of desire from him in centuries. Inuyasha forcibly suppressed his foolish desires. Never again. He would never fall for female trickery ever again.
Five.
His head throbbed in pain. He'd take a bloody battle or raging oni any day over this torturous paperwork. He struggled to remember the few popular brands he'd been exposed to during his short stints in the future. Sesshomaru found a near giddy sense of delight in the vicious world of finance. It made their small family respectably wealthy, but Inuyasha was sure the bastard found more pleasure in gutting the unsuspecting. A modern form of crucifixion.
He buried himself in work, and whenever he felt the inkling, his education. There was a lot to learn and it helped ease the constant sense of aimlessness. The humans had come up with a lot of crap, most of it useless, but he was ecstatic when ramen made its glorious re-entry. She didn't cross his mind as much these days, and when she did, he felt little more than a passing sense of regret. The anger was gone, but so was the sorrow.
It was when he caught a passing glance at the iconic dragon and yellow-red background that he realized it was her time. The accumulating centuries didn't quite register with him, but he had suffered through enough pathetic rounds of video games with Souta to recognize that symbol. Immediately, the width of his television, and size of his cell phone became much more significant. Panic set in and his young nephew cried out for help when he fell to the ground. She was back.
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