Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Inuyasha or any characters
pertaining unless I create a character for the sole purpose of adding to
the plot of the story. I'm sorry I have to repeat myself but I don't really
want to be sued. I'm in a dark mood so this is going to be a dark fic.
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Gleaming Dagger
By: Moonlight Jade
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A petite and fragile looking girl lay crouched in the lush grass of the forest. Her eyes
were slightly red, betraying the fact that she had been crying. Her mahogany locks covered her
face as she lay, broken and crying. Her shoulders shook from the constantly flowing tears. Mud
was caked to her skin and clothing, she didn't even try to clean it off of herself. She didn't care
how she looked right now. The only thought running through her head was of the pain she was
feeling. She racked her brain trying to think of a way to rid herself of the pain. Only one
resolution came to her. In order to rid herself of her pain, she must first rid the world of herself.
The flow of tears increased at this thought. She would have never thought herself to be so weak
but here she was, sitting in the grass, crying again, and thinking of suicide.
The girl forced herself from the ground, holding onto a nearby tree for support. Slowly
and as quietly as possible, she made her way to the village that was like a second home to her.
She could see it in the distance, she quickened her pace slightly. She wanted to get it all over
with. The sooner she did this the sooner she would rid herself of this constant pain. She wiped
her eyes. No one need know she had been crying if she ran into someone before she went
through with her plan. She was walking through the village, heading toward the familiar hut of
her elderly friend. She ignored the peculiar stares she was receiving from some of the villagers.
She stepped foot inside the hut and looked around, making sure that no one was inside.
Once inside she looked around for any kind of sharp object. Suddenly she saw the dagger under
some cloth in the corner. It belonged to her friend, for her own protection if someone was to
attack her inside her home. The girl quickly tore a section away from the material and wrapped
the dagger in its blue depths. She tucked it away in her shirt before making her way back out of
the hut and heading in the direction of the forest on the skirts of the village. As she made her
way through the beautiful trees, tears again began to well up in her eyes. She threw herself down
at the base of her favorite tree, The God Tree.
She pulled the dagger from her clothes and looked into its shining depths. The blade was,
of course, silver. The only exception to the silver was the small blue crystals instilled in the also
silver hilt. The beauty of it awed her. She was somewhat relieved at the thought of being slain at
the hands of something so beautiful. With shaking hands, she brought the dagger's blade against
the flesh of her wrist. The girl dragged the blade across her skin and watched as her own blood
spilled from the wound. Slowly, but surely, she felt her life leaving her as the sticky mass
surrounded her body.
Suddenly a silver haired boy appeared, standing above her bloodied body. He looked
down at her in utmost shock and sorrow. He witnessed the blood leaving her wrist as she
dropped the dagger on the ground. She felt weak and didn't even seem to notice that there was a
boy above her. He leaned down towards her and pulled her fragile form into an embrace. Tears
fell from her eyes, mingling with the blood that now covered her body. How ironic it seemed to
her that everything she ever wanted could only be obtained through something so tragic. How
long had she desired to be embraced like this before? For the first time since she had met the
boy, she saw him cry. He was crying for her. She began to get weak, she knew it would not be
long now. She smiled weakly at him. He never showed he cared until it was too late. 'Typical of
him,' she thought to herself, 'that he would wait until my demise to truly embrace me.'
He was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes. Even if he hadn't been there, he
would have been the last thing she saw, fore he was always on her mind. As she was lost in the
darkness, all the sounds of the forest around her ceased to exist. But even through the sudden
silence, she heard him call her name....
'Kagome...'
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So what did you think? Please review. Um... should I continue or do you want it to stay like this. What do you think would happen if I did decide to continue it? I like to hear these things. I'll only write more if people want me to so review review review.
Moonlight Jade
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Gleaming Dagger
By: Moonlight Jade
- - - - -
A petite and fragile looking girl lay crouched in the lush grass of the forest. Her eyes
were slightly red, betraying the fact that she had been crying. Her mahogany locks covered her
face as she lay, broken and crying. Her shoulders shook from the constantly flowing tears. Mud
was caked to her skin and clothing, she didn't even try to clean it off of herself. She didn't care
how she looked right now. The only thought running through her head was of the pain she was
feeling. She racked her brain trying to think of a way to rid herself of the pain. Only one
resolution came to her. In order to rid herself of her pain, she must first rid the world of herself.
The flow of tears increased at this thought. She would have never thought herself to be so weak
but here she was, sitting in the grass, crying again, and thinking of suicide.
The girl forced herself from the ground, holding onto a nearby tree for support. Slowly
and as quietly as possible, she made her way to the village that was like a second home to her.
She could see it in the distance, she quickened her pace slightly. She wanted to get it all over
with. The sooner she did this the sooner she would rid herself of this constant pain. She wiped
her eyes. No one need know she had been crying if she ran into someone before she went
through with her plan. She was walking through the village, heading toward the familiar hut of
her elderly friend. She ignored the peculiar stares she was receiving from some of the villagers.
She stepped foot inside the hut and looked around, making sure that no one was inside.
Once inside she looked around for any kind of sharp object. Suddenly she saw the dagger under
some cloth in the corner. It belonged to her friend, for her own protection if someone was to
attack her inside her home. The girl quickly tore a section away from the material and wrapped
the dagger in its blue depths. She tucked it away in her shirt before making her way back out of
the hut and heading in the direction of the forest on the skirts of the village. As she made her
way through the beautiful trees, tears again began to well up in her eyes. She threw herself down
at the base of her favorite tree, The God Tree.
She pulled the dagger from her clothes and looked into its shining depths. The blade was,
of course, silver. The only exception to the silver was the small blue crystals instilled in the also
silver hilt. The beauty of it awed her. She was somewhat relieved at the thought of being slain at
the hands of something so beautiful. With shaking hands, she brought the dagger's blade against
the flesh of her wrist. The girl dragged the blade across her skin and watched as her own blood
spilled from the wound. Slowly, but surely, she felt her life leaving her as the sticky mass
surrounded her body.
Suddenly a silver haired boy appeared, standing above her bloodied body. He looked
down at her in utmost shock and sorrow. He witnessed the blood leaving her wrist as she
dropped the dagger on the ground. She felt weak and didn't even seem to notice that there was a
boy above her. He leaned down towards her and pulled her fragile form into an embrace. Tears
fell from her eyes, mingling with the blood that now covered her body. How ironic it seemed to
her that everything she ever wanted could only be obtained through something so tragic. How
long had she desired to be embraced like this before? For the first time since she had met the
boy, she saw him cry. He was crying for her. She began to get weak, she knew it would not be
long now. She smiled weakly at him. He never showed he cared until it was too late. 'Typical of
him,' she thought to herself, 'that he would wait until my demise to truly embrace me.'
He was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes. Even if he hadn't been there, he
would have been the last thing she saw, fore he was always on her mind. As she was lost in the
darkness, all the sounds of the forest around her ceased to exist. But even through the sudden
silence, she heard him call her name....
'Kagome...'
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So what did you think? Please review. Um... should I continue or do you want it to stay like this. What do you think would happen if I did decide to continue it? I like to hear these things. I'll only write more if people want me to so review review review.
Moonlight Jade