Disclaimer - No I don't own InuYasha, sadly.
So yeah, another story from me. And I promise to make it a happy one this time! Yes, this is amazingly short, but it's only a prologue, and prologues in general are short. I will try and update as soon and as often as I can! (chapter 1 is currently in progess... and it's really, really long :S )
So here goes!
--
If you have ever been in love, so much so that you would lay down your own life so that your sweetheart might live, then you will know why I did the things I did in the story I am going to tell you.
Except one thing, I didn't lay down my life. I carried on living, for 500 years, so I might come across her existence once more.
If you're reading this, because you think it could be a good piece of fiction. Then great. I'm happy for you. I'm happy that you have convinced yourself that none of this ever really happened to me or the people I loved. I'm happy that you think this is just… fiction.
I had never been accepted into either of the two worlds from which I came, for half of my blood is that of a demon's, and the other half is human. Humans hated me. They howled and jeered at me until my ears bled and my eyes streamed with with tears. Demons were no different. To them, my blood was dirty, disgusting, and filthy. I remember one night, when I was just a little whelp, I was on my own in the woods and I was attacked by demons of all forms. They clawed at the bear skin on my arms and legs until they shone with my own blood. That was the first night I ever killed. I was only young, just trying to defend myself. I felt my claws tear the flesh apart, felt them slide between tendons, tearing skin.
I hated doing it, I felt guilty, even if the souls of those demons were evil, and I felt that nothing deserved to die. But it was instinct. If I hadn't done it, I wouldn't be here now.
My story doesn't have a beginning, or an end.
It just starts.
It starts somewhere in the depths of my heart, and finishes somewhere in my throat, choking me until the tears of guilt roll down my cheeks, staining my face with shame.
But wouldn't you feel the same, if the girl you love, is forever fated to a timeless battle she did not start, all because you had destroyed her faith in you? Don't get me wrong, my best intentions were at heart, as always, I wanted to keep her safe, out of the way of harm. I pushed her away to protect her. How wrong I was.
It was horrific.
She was lost to the darkness because I wasn't there to protect her. She lost herself because of my ineptitude, because she thought I wasn't going to come. And I didn't. I never, ever uttered those words to her that would have saved her.
I could hear her screaming, but it was like being trapped behind a mirror, she was only an illusion, and I was just a painful memory in the depths of her psyche.
It was then I realised just how precious she was. But she was so delicate, so fragile. Because she was a human. Only then did it occur to me that it was easy to lose yourself, if you were a human.
For it only took a moment to doubt. One tiny blip in her faith. Because of me.
I don't remember ever feeling so vulnerable in all of my life, for the one thing that kept me going was suddenly torn from me, like a plant torn by it roots from the soil that keeps it alive.
But I would not give up.
I would not let her be destroyed by the demons of her soul.
For I already knew how I could prevent her death.
And so my story has begun, and it all started with me, a 'worthless' hanyou, by the name of Inuyasha.