Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Hitei
"Are you okay?"
I turn to your soft voice, letting it ring through my troubled my mind like a soothing melody. You stare at me with sad eyes, and I silently wonder what could make such a pretty thing cry.
"Can you hear me?"
I can hear you. I can hear the hesitance in your tone as you take a cautious step forward. Your hand is warm on my cheek. "What's wrong?"
Wrong? Nothing's wrong, not while you're here.
"Please, you can tell me," you whisper in my ear, my fur bristling as your lips brush against my skin.
Your soft touch is like a trigger, barraging me with echoing screams that break the pleasant moment. They pulse inside me, throughout my body. I can feel these voices.
And though their demands are unclear, there is one word I can make out perfectly.
Kill—
And something snaps.
And I suddenly remember what was wrong, and what had caused those terrible, tear-swollen eyes.
Standing with my head held high, I take in the sweet aroma that surrounds me. I'm not exactly sure what this is that streams down my fingers and wrists, but I know I've fallen in love with it. I just adore its smell and its comforting warmth. Gods I love the sheer color of it!
How amusing. That my prey actually believes she can escape. I shake with laughter at this thought.
And I sink my claws deep into her flesh, only cackling harder when the crimson spews and tickles me as it trickles down my face.
uso
korosu koto ga suki ja nai
korosanai!
onegai
sore wo yamero
onegai
yamero!
But then I see you again, and I feel your palm on my cheek, and hear your muffled sobs.
And all I can think is how terrible your face looks when you cry.
And suddenly everything is alright again.
uso
In a rush of confusion and fear I gather you in my arms, cursing myself as I feel you stiffen against me. Please don't cry. I don't want you to be afraid. Everything's alright.
uso
You're silent as you bury your face in the crook of my neck. I can feel your hot tears on my skin, and I hold you tighter to me, sinking my nose into your luscious locks in an attempt to drown out the stench of gore and sin. Your innocence is promising.
I don't know what just happened to me, whether it was a nightmare.
Or a memory of reality.
But I do know that as long as you stay with me and give me your strength, I can guarantee your safety. Though, even this is uncertain inside my throbbing heart. But I'll assure myself of this anyway, as I stroke your silk-like hair, and let my world melt away.
"Nothing's wrong . . . nothing at all . . ."