Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or anything associated with it. Including moonlit nights beside a lake with a hot guy and his lady love.
Moonlit Nights
The moon.
Everything revolved around the moon.
The moon was what brought them together.
Now, the moon would be what pulled them apart.
They had met through the moon. Stargazing, entranced by the wondrous beauty of the night sky. If they had been walking, the two would have crashed into each other.
He had discovered this young maiden, sitting by the lake. He'd been out on a patrol – something he secretly relished; this was his time to be alone, to appreciate the beauty of the moon in solitude. It was something he always did, an unchanging routine. And yet, this one night, a small, fragile figure sat down next to him.
"The moon is what holds all life together. It is truly the one point of stability in all life, with its trait of always changing but remaining the same."
She had said this, and he had been puzzled. It was a truly cryptic statement, unfit for such a small being.
He asked her what she meant, and she replied. He was interested in this girl's mind, the way she thought. Even the way she spoke captured him. And so he asked to meet her again.
The two met through the moon, and continued to meet through the moon. When the moon rose, it was the signal to meet, hidden from everyone, bathed in the pale light of the moon.
He had known her for countless cycles, yet still did not understand her. She brought him through understanding with every word she let slip. The lure of the unknown, the dark side of the moon, was what brought him out, night after night.
And it was the dark side of the moon that pulled him into deep, fathomless love with the mortal.
They loved each other through the moon. And when he told her that his son had a moon himself, a crescent, on his very being, she told him,
"It must be wonderful, having the moon in sight throughout the day. And yet it must be a different moon, because each and every is unique."
That was when she asked to bear his child.
"If it would have a moon, I would do anything."
He told her that it wasn't him, it was the boy's mother who had passed on the crescent. But she insisted, she replied that even if she could be a little closer to the blood that held the moon, she would be happy. And he agreed.
The moon had brought them together. Now, the moon would bring them a child.
He was happy. This delicate creature, so in love with the moon, so in tune with the true beauty of life, carried his child. The child that would be the legacy of the moon.
And the legacy of the moon carried them through the nine cycles, through the deadly fights that he was bound to participate in, through the dragon's attempt to control his lands.
But those were outside elements. Those did not matter. The moon would never change.
She heard a howl, a howl so familiar it wrenched at her heart. She knew he had fought, and she knew he would come. All for the moon. She reached up and caressed its image, dressed in clouds and stars. The moon had brought her love. The moon had brought her her child. But the moon could not care. He was fighting his way towards her, in this castle. She knew he was wounded. She knew he would die fighting for her. For their child.
For the moon.
The moon had given her everything.
Now, the moon would take it all away.