Beloved
by Nana
Inu Yasha is absolutely the best manga there is! Unfortunately, it does not belong to me. Not Inu Yasha, nor Kagome, nor (sob!) Miroku and Sango-- they all belong to Rumiko Takahashi. This writer is merely borrowing. ^^
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Prologue
The cherry blossoms swayed gently in the spring breeze, sending showers of pale pink petals onto the green grass below. Some of them caught onto the dark hair of the girl passing by, causing her to stop.
A few petals landed on her outstretched hand.
So many memories…
It had been around this time, two years ago, when the cherry blossoms were coming out, that he had entered her village and her life. And from then on, nothing was to be the same again.
She closed her eyes, remembering his smiling face, his calm, violet eyes.
He was kind. Probably the first person outside her family who was kind to her, and it had meant much that year, when she emerged the sole survivor of her clan--the legacy of a war-torn land.
But how could he have left me alone like that?
Abruptly, her hand clenched, crushing the petals.
No, he could not be kind. Not when he could do a thing like that-- after she had asked him desperately not to leave her alone. It had been so difficult afterwards.
For that he had to pay. No matter what it took, she had to find him.
Her beloved Miroku-sama…
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Gomen! This is really a ridiculously short prologue, but I promise to fix the other chapters really soon!
by Nana
Inu Yasha is absolutely the best manga there is! Unfortunately, it does not belong to me. Not Inu Yasha, nor Kagome, nor (sob!) Miroku and Sango-- they all belong to Rumiko Takahashi. This writer is merely borrowing. ^^
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Prologue
The cherry blossoms swayed gently in the spring breeze, sending showers of pale pink petals onto the green grass below. Some of them caught onto the dark hair of the girl passing by, causing her to stop.
A few petals landed on her outstretched hand.
So many memories…
It had been around this time, two years ago, when the cherry blossoms were coming out, that he had entered her village and her life. And from then on, nothing was to be the same again.
She closed her eyes, remembering his smiling face, his calm, violet eyes.
He was kind. Probably the first person outside her family who was kind to her, and it had meant much that year, when she emerged the sole survivor of her clan--the legacy of a war-torn land.
But how could he have left me alone like that?
Abruptly, her hand clenched, crushing the petals.
No, he could not be kind. Not when he could do a thing like that-- after she had asked him desperately not to leave her alone. It had been so difficult afterwards.
For that he had to pay. No matter what it took, she had to find him.
Her beloved Miroku-sama…
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Gomen! This is really a ridiculously short prologue, but I promise to fix the other chapters really soon!
