The Doll
By Final Serenity
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Prologue
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He sat there alone, his eyes searching the simple corners of the small shop. It wasn't big by any means and most people that came in were the rich or grandparents looking for the perfect present for their spoiled children or grandchildren. He didn't care either way what they wanted. All he cared about was himself…his own heart. It had been torn and ripped through so many times he couldn't remember. Each one he thought could have been the person to break the seal of his heart, to show him the truth behind the closed doors of what he called the black hole that had been his organ of life.
And every time he was disappointed.
There had been one time, one true and honest moment that throughout everything he'd been through, that one person could break the barrier between his freedom and the confines in which he is in now. Alas, no matter the price that was paid on his part there was never the one that could be the light that could truly show him the difference. His hope thin, forever like the strings of tattered yarn, faded into a dull pointed memory that stayed down within the depths of the pit that should be his heart.
There was no hope.
No one could save him.
Why should he expect anyone too?
He, himself was nothing.
The rain poured it would not lighten up and nothing in the world could say anything to stop it. Though the droplets of water bathed the world in its natural glory, there were but two who noticed not the great gift of the sky.
They stood for hours just watching staring at one another. One clutching his side in attempts to stop the blood, and another holding her shoulder for the wound was fatal no matter even if she were to give her soul for it to be healed it would not. This was to be her final battle nothing she did or should say would return the most precious thing she owned, however…she did not intend to die with the knowledge that he would live a life that he had always dreamt. A terrible and fierce tyrant he would become.
His betrayal was far to painful to let anyone else knowingly suffer the pain she had, by his hands…even more so by his cruel heart.
That was why they were here. Why this battle took place for she knew she could not let him go on could not destroy so many more hearts like he had done to hers. Her death would go unnoticed, the world would never know her, and she would be just another tragic incident of time. At least she could die knowing that she had done something worth while…something that would spare at least a few in the future, perhaps even the world from him.
"I won't let you do this."
Pausing for a moment she took a deep breath, one more closer to her last.
"I will not live, I cannot kill you…but I can stop you from doing to others as you have done unto me."
"You'd like to think I would let you live that long wouldn't you," his mocking reply.
"No matter I will do this one last thing…I shall save those from you in this time, and the future."
At that moment she saw a blinding flash of white light, so bright she clutched her eyes closed. Knowing all to well what was to occur in the moments to come with her last strength, her last breath she invoked the words of ancient incantation that would surely place him in an everlasting cursed state.
In that last final breath of the word a sharp stabbing pain protruded into her side; it jerked her body hard, her mouth slurring the last word changing it from one to another. It changed everything as she hit the ground her eyes widening as she looked across the wasteland that had been tortured by their battle.
To her horror instead of some type of naturally made thing, something else lay in his stead. Perhaps this was better…it would serve even a greater purpose, could show him on a grander scale how to truly care for someone.
Yes…this was even better than what had once been intended for the man she loved.
He would be forever confined into a body that he could not move.
He would forever watch the world pass by him without being able to put a say into it.
He would be placed into the hands of people who could show him love…
This would be his curse…and maybe one day…this would give him the greatest gift.
He hated her. More than he anyone in his entire living days had he never hated anyone as much as he hated her. She had destroyed his life, had taken away everything and left him with nothing. All he could do was sit and watch over the ages how the world had changed, it really was amazing that he lasted all this time. Even so, no matter what, he wished he was dead or rather destroyed. They had come and gone, children by the plenty. Some were rotten and nasty, rude and tore him to pieces.
But somehow he had survived. Women would fix him for their children and he would be passed along when they were too old, he went through household after household, city to city. Across the sea and through the mountains…and each person he was with he found he could not love. He had figured that was how he was to get out of this, how to break this curse. That bitter girl cursed him because he did not love her back. Like the saying went.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Though he chuckled, yes she had been scorned, but he took her life. She was no more and he had been the one to kill her. That…was priceless.
In the end he found though the words could leave his mouth, the love in his heart was none existent.
He hated this.
He hated her.
He hated being…
A doll.