Over the Hills and Far Away
Chapter One
By: Rachynn
Disclaimers:
I do not own Inuyasha.
I do not own "Over the Hills and Far Away", the song upon which this fic is based on.
Listen to the version by Nightwish, though it's originally by Gary Moore.
It's AWESOME.
Although, if you know the song, you may know the ending.
Unless I decide to be original.
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"You stand here, convicted of murder." The bailiff's voice was thunder in his ears, though he was half way across the room. "What do you have to say for your self?"
Nothing, he thought. He couldn't say anything.
His hands were tied together with rough rope and hung in front of him. He wore old clothes with holes in them; his feet were bare and freezing cold. On this early spring morning, he was a wretched sight. He stood ostracized, away from everyone else. He snuck a glance at his wife, hoping to find the strength he needed that she so often gave.
What he saw almost made him ready to accept the executioners axe right here and now. She stood alone, the rest of the people crowed into the court room avoided her like she had the plague. She wasn't looking at him, but down at the ground, her head buried in her chest, hair covering her face. She seemed older than her age. It sickened him to know that her current state was his fault.
"Do you have anything to say in your own defense?" The bailiff spoke again, for the accused was testing his patience.
Inuyasha gazed once more upon his once beautiful wife before turning to the bailiff once again. "No." he said simply. It would be useless to try; the court had already condemned him with their hearts, if not with their mouths. He couldn't say were he was when the crime took place. No one could find out.
"Then you are condemned to be guilty. For your crime you are damned to banishment on a secluded prison-island."
There was a murmur amongst the onlookers. They had expected this. For the crime of murder, one was sent to a prison-island, secluded alone for an amount of time unknown to the prisoner. Contact with the outside world was nearly impossible.
He accepted the bailiff's sentence without a word. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the soldier's at the door moving towards him. He turned his back to them and stared at his wife. They were separated only by distance, and the box of bars that contained him, but what he wouldn't give to be close to her right now.
"Kagome," He said softly, not caring if anyone else heard. His words were for her and her alone. She lifted her head slightly, and he saw her pale face, shimmering in the dim light. He felt a stab of pain in his heart at the sight of her tears.
"I'll be back, so just wait for me."
His own tears threatened to fall, but he held them back in a sensitive, yet manly sort of way. He felt firm hands encircle his upper arms and the pressure he felt there let him know that the soldiers were here to take him away. He managed a smile in Kagome's direction before he turned towards the soldiers and allowed himself to be led away.
"Just tell them you're innocent!" he heard someone scream. He whipped his head around to see Kagome on her knees, holding on to the railing that separated the gallery from the rest of the court room. She was sobbing. "Just tell us where you were that night and they'll let you free. You didn't do this Inuyasha!"
His heart broke. The soldiers pulled him away again, but he tried to struggle.
"Just wait for me Kagome! I love you!"
It was all he managed to say before the court room doors shut, cutting him off from the only world he ever knew.
He didn't murder anyone. He had an alibi, but he couldn't tell anyone. To reveal the truth would be to suffer a fate worse than imprisonment.
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This plot line is so cliché.