A/N: First Short stroy ever. I tired to use some more suggestive and thoguht provoking sentences for this. Yes, I am training to try and write a novel equal to and if not slightly les than works such as The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald) or Their Eyes Were Watching God (Hurston). Tell me what you think..
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
I Chose You
Inuyasha, nestled high above the disillusioned world, laid in a tree. The white clouds had already ridden past, leaving their darker trails, shading the sky. Nothing could be seen through the haze, not the glow or not the peace; no light arrived on the world. He took the sleeve of his haori and brought it all across to shield skin from the cold air.
He hadn't thought about it, hadn't cried about it, hadn't cared about it: about her.
The dark gave rise to a new appearance of the forest. Tree trunks, withered and broken, mangled and bent, aligned the forest floor. Bare canopies covered the sky, hands without fingers, reaching toward the dark. Water, constant and rhythmic, fell from some of the lifeless bodies, leaving puddles. Some, overflowing, made their way to the base of their tree, enriching the roots and quenching the thirst. The hunger.
A few charred remains from the flames remained. Licking around each other, the embers pranced from log to soil, embedding their hatred for the future. Some tried desperately to grab onto other trees, any tree - even their tree - only to die horrifically in the waters below. And still the others stayed, some merely waiting, the others dancing their own day, sensual and sweet.
He let his hands, his fingers, trace the imprint on his heart; his movements were fluid, decisive, tracing the tanned skin of his lover. Skin, warm and living, that begged, pleaded, for him.
Inuyasha lost his balance, falling back upon the healthy bark of their tree, cringing with every movement made. His silver hair, now worn and sullied - mingled with hers - coloring the air a perfect shade of gray. She pressed for him and he pressed back, she moved for him and he moved with her. Every action, every word having meaning. Continuing, their words and antics went on, past the haze until the trails left by the clouds disappeared, new clouds forming in the distance. All orange and pink in color.
Neither moved for some time, fatigued from everything in the past. Every hurtful thing, every promised left broken, every humiliating command; shattered in an instance.
Eventually, his lips curled into a sly smile, his fangs skimmed every inch of the soft, velvet skin on her neck, leading the way up to her ear. He paused only for a moment as something caught his eye, only to have to widen his expression even further.
There on the ground, laid his haori and her skirt, as well as her shirt, muddied by the moist ground.
With that, he ended it: every doubt, every fear, every uncertainty about reality.
"I chose you."
End Notes: Comments? Questions? Go easy, it is my first Short-story after all.