All of Inu Yasha was created by Takahashi Rumiko, being the great genius
that she is.
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For awhile, sitting on that plain stained with blood, I evaluated meaning.
The meaning of life, death, hate and love. Why, at that spot and moment, I
was surrounded by all those things at once. Life was saved. Death was
fresh. Hate and love were prevalent in my heart, directed all at one
person.
Inu Yasha.
His head rested on my lap. My fingers were smoothing his hair, the softness of the tiny threads sliding through my fingers. My tears fell onto his dead face that was smudged with blood. A massive hole was embedded through his chest, much bigger than the one Sesshomaru gave to him years ago.
He had sacrificed himself for me. He had died for me. All because of one thing.
Love.
He wanted me to be happy. Sadly, at that moment, I felt as if he had failed. I was not happy, was never going to be happy. I lost the person most important to me in life. I did not want to go on without him, because life would then be an empty void. He never understood anything, much less understand what his absence would do to me. Because of all this, I hated him.
Now, in the present, a year later, I have still not been able to look back at those memories without feeling a bitter feeling in my chest. Yet, I have begun to move on from the memories of the Sengoku-Jidai, of the friendships I had and the love I shared. The Bone's Well will not let me pass through any longer. If anything, that time was a long and fitful dream, full of triumph and regrets.
I do wonder from time to time of how they are doing. There was only two people who died at that battle. The rest went on with their own lives, now free from the fear of the spider-demon. I pondered if they thought of me also, if they still remembered the girl from another world.
I reach the train stop, lowering my bag to floor. Breathing out another sad sigh, I look to the right to see if the train was coming yet. It obviously is not there, but something still makes me take a second look. Large, angry golden eyes. Along with those familiar eyes is a mouth shaped into an angry scowl framed by white hair cut beneath the shoulders.
No.
He must feel my eyes boring down on him, because he looks in my direction. He gives an annoyed glare in my direction, and then looks ahead, that classic "feh" penetrating from his lips.
Now, I think, don't overreact. Don't run to him. You know he's dead. You can still remember the stench of his blood on you.. I stop myself. No more thinking about that. Feeling a little out of place, I approach him. He gives me another side glance. "What do you want, wrench?"
My heart takes a leap, but I cannot find the words to express it.
He huffs uncomfortably, "Would you stop staring at me like that?!" An American accent, I note. It couldn't be him. But that doesn't change the fact that they're so alike..
I look away quickly, a blush raising to my cheeks. "Gomen nasai. It's just.. you look like someone I once knew."
"Feh," he says again, now crossing his arms, obviously trying to avoid eye contact.
I stand back, and notice his uniform. "You go to my school, don't you?" I say quietly, a smile crossing my lips. I have not smiled in a long time.
His glance move toward me again, more awkward than before. "Yeah, so?"
"I haven't seen you there. Are you new?"
He absently reaches the back of his neck and scratches it nervously, still trying to avoid my steady stare as he spoke, "Yeah."
I bring out my hand, an American greeting. "My name is Higurashi Kagome, 3rd year at high school. Nice to meet you."
He raises his left eye brow, still eyeing me in an untrustful way. Still, he takes my hand and gives it a good shake. "Inu Yusuke. Third year also." Afterwards, he quickly goes back to crossing his arms, looking straight into blank space.
Inu Yusuke. Just a coincidence?
The train pulls up. He picks up his bag, a blush crossing his cheeks with a strained expression of calmness on his face. His begins to rush forward, but I put my hand on his arm to stop him. He looks back at me, surprised.
"Do you want to sit together, Inu-chan?"
He blushes again, and manages to say with a grimace (maintaining his manliness, of course), "Feh."
I grab his arm, egging him on, "Is that a 'yes', then?"
"Yes!" he yells impatiently, "It's a 'yes'! Will you leave me alone?"
I smile mischievously, and hand the ticket man my money. He does so also, but giving me a cock-eyed expression at the same time.
Don't you realize, little Inu-chan? There's no way in hell I'm ever going to leave you alone.
~
Author's Note: I know the reincarnation of Inu Yasha may seem a little OOC compared to the original one (less violent), but you must realize that since Inu Yusuke was raised in a more civilized environment, he will probably be more.. um, civilized. ^^
Inu Yasha.
His head rested on my lap. My fingers were smoothing his hair, the softness of the tiny threads sliding through my fingers. My tears fell onto his dead face that was smudged with blood. A massive hole was embedded through his chest, much bigger than the one Sesshomaru gave to him years ago.
He had sacrificed himself for me. He had died for me. All because of one thing.
Love.
He wanted me to be happy. Sadly, at that moment, I felt as if he had failed. I was not happy, was never going to be happy. I lost the person most important to me in life. I did not want to go on without him, because life would then be an empty void. He never understood anything, much less understand what his absence would do to me. Because of all this, I hated him.
Now, in the present, a year later, I have still not been able to look back at those memories without feeling a bitter feeling in my chest. Yet, I have begun to move on from the memories of the Sengoku-Jidai, of the friendships I had and the love I shared. The Bone's Well will not let me pass through any longer. If anything, that time was a long and fitful dream, full of triumph and regrets.
I do wonder from time to time of how they are doing. There was only two people who died at that battle. The rest went on with their own lives, now free from the fear of the spider-demon. I pondered if they thought of me also, if they still remembered the girl from another world.
I reach the train stop, lowering my bag to floor. Breathing out another sad sigh, I look to the right to see if the train was coming yet. It obviously is not there, but something still makes me take a second look. Large, angry golden eyes. Along with those familiar eyes is a mouth shaped into an angry scowl framed by white hair cut beneath the shoulders.
No.
He must feel my eyes boring down on him, because he looks in my direction. He gives an annoyed glare in my direction, and then looks ahead, that classic "feh" penetrating from his lips.
Now, I think, don't overreact. Don't run to him. You know he's dead. You can still remember the stench of his blood on you.. I stop myself. No more thinking about that. Feeling a little out of place, I approach him. He gives me another side glance. "What do you want, wrench?"
My heart takes a leap, but I cannot find the words to express it.
He huffs uncomfortably, "Would you stop staring at me like that?!" An American accent, I note. It couldn't be him. But that doesn't change the fact that they're so alike..
I look away quickly, a blush raising to my cheeks. "Gomen nasai. It's just.. you look like someone I once knew."
"Feh," he says again, now crossing his arms, obviously trying to avoid eye contact.
I stand back, and notice his uniform. "You go to my school, don't you?" I say quietly, a smile crossing my lips. I have not smiled in a long time.
His glance move toward me again, more awkward than before. "Yeah, so?"
"I haven't seen you there. Are you new?"
He absently reaches the back of his neck and scratches it nervously, still trying to avoid my steady stare as he spoke, "Yeah."
I bring out my hand, an American greeting. "My name is Higurashi Kagome, 3rd year at high school. Nice to meet you."
He raises his left eye brow, still eyeing me in an untrustful way. Still, he takes my hand and gives it a good shake. "Inu Yusuke. Third year also." Afterwards, he quickly goes back to crossing his arms, looking straight into blank space.
Inu Yusuke. Just a coincidence?
The train pulls up. He picks up his bag, a blush crossing his cheeks with a strained expression of calmness on his face. His begins to rush forward, but I put my hand on his arm to stop him. He looks back at me, surprised.
"Do you want to sit together, Inu-chan?"
He blushes again, and manages to say with a grimace (maintaining his manliness, of course), "Feh."
I grab his arm, egging him on, "Is that a 'yes', then?"
"Yes!" he yells impatiently, "It's a 'yes'! Will you leave me alone?"
I smile mischievously, and hand the ticket man my money. He does so also, but giving me a cock-eyed expression at the same time.
Don't you realize, little Inu-chan? There's no way in hell I'm ever going to leave you alone.
~
Author's Note: I know the reincarnation of Inu Yasha may seem a little OOC compared to the original one (less violent), but you must realize that since Inu Yusuke was raised in a more civilized environment, he will probably be more.. um, civilized. ^^
