This is an early birthday gift for Winter Ashby, and is dedicated to her! I wish you a very happy birthday, Ash! I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. I do however own the cyber cookie that I shall now give to Ash. :hands Ash cyber cookie: Now I don't own that either!
Void
It was strange.
He had always felt the pull, the power, the strength. The end was like a secret that only it knew, and it would never tell him, because it always felt pleasure out of making him think.
So that's what he would do.
He would think, and think, and think, and he would do this day after day, night after night until the sun would set, and it would be time to leave again on a journey that seemed endless.
Sometimes he would contemplate such thoughts of eternal emptiness and tragedy. What was endless? Did it really last forever, like it said it did? Did it really not have a certain shape, or certain endpoint where things would have to be released?
It did not appear so.
The void would swallow and eat, not pausing to chew. It would never choke, and it would never stop until he had to force it to take a breath by covering its mouth.
Because sometimes, the void could be a real glutton. And gluttony was a sin.
Where was his end? Was his end endless? He would think for a long time, and he could never understand the relevance of that.
But that was fine. Because after awhile, he would linger in his thoughts of endless tragedy and an eternal void that would one day eat him alive.
Because it was endless, and it never stopped being hungry.
So he would wonder if she could stop the hunger. He wondered if she could fill the void with her glowing power and eternal purity.
He wondered if she could erase the sin.
Because he was an eternal void whose purpose was to eat and eat until he would swallow himself whole, because he could never stop. It was a sin.
But she had done many miraculous things in the past. Perhaps he had always wondered if she could make it stop. He wondered if she had voids of her own that needed to be patched.
He wondered if he could do it.
So he would sit and think, and would think some more until it became a barrier that only they knew of.
Of all the false promises and lost hopes, this one was strangely important to both of them.
Perhaps one day they could both be patched. Perhaps one day their emptiness could be filled. Perhaps one day their sins would be erased. Perhaps one day they could help each other.
Or perhaps they would be swallowed together.
But that really didn't matter. Because in the end – where was the end again? – he came to a conclusion. And that conclusion was still something he would ponder.
They both had their voids to fill.