I Do Not Own Inuyasha
Before the Music Dies
By Anonymous Malink
Preview – Those Midnight Dreams
He never liked winter but I never saw him react quite like this. It was like he was completely lost to the world. All disconsolate was where I last left him. It seemed like forever since I last saw him smile, no, last heard his voice. It is such a dark time to be talking about this though, like it was the true reason.
Are you even aware of whom I am?
I am a demon to those who know me. A friend to others. I never was sure myself, I asked but I never received. I thought it was all about me, but I was gravely wrong. I remember the story completely. But I'm not allowed to tell them to just anyone. What would you take me for, a simple minded fool? Yes, that, and nothing more.
What I can tell you was the 'story' of which I spoke. I will narrate a story, and explain the story within that story.
I know you simply want me to narrate the story plainly and simply, but you would not understand. I hardly understand to this date. It's all so vaguely haunting.
Inuyasha was very close to my heart, in a platonic way. Believe me when I say I am not homosexual. It is hard for me to say, but I was very pained the day the report from his general practitioner came. It said very clearly that he would day, when approximately he would die, and how he would die. If it were me getting this letter I would die right there, but Inuyasha was hardly afraid, or at least he didn't show it.
But Inuyasha never showed anything but anger. I would imagine he was pissed, and would express it verbally and physically. But he didn't. He read it silently, threw it in his coat pocket, and went straight from my apartment to his house. I was slightly concerned at the time, not being able to read the letter. When I arrived, I looked at the counter and saw it. I read it, and that is when Inuyasha came down from upstairs.
I used the bathroom and when I returned I saw a roaring fire in the fire place, and he was smiling over it. I checked the counter and I immediately knew what he did.
He was unusually calm for the next few days. I investigated and found a source. A few sources in fact. The sources were easy to find as they littered the ground you walked on as well as filled the streets you worked on.
He was so simple, yet so complex. It was like every time I saw him I could barely keep from crying. But I knew it was uncalled for. We would both regret that action later on.
It was like one of those unforgettable midnight dreams. You get them almost every night, wake up in a cold sweat, and then realize it's only twelve or so. You try to fall back asleep but it doesn't work. You get something to drink, maybe wash your face off with cold water, go back to bed, and yet you find yourself thinking. Perhaps not about the dream at all.
Inuyasha was a midnight dream, and when you last thought it was possible… you would fall back asleep.
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And youve got us feelin alright
A.N/ This is a preview to a story I have been thinking about writing after Library is finished.
