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A/N: A voice rings out almost evilly. ITS HERE! Shawn here, and its time for installment ooooooffffffff The Huntress Kin!!! This is set exactly one week after the battle. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Eternal life, its not possible. Inuyasha was thinking along these lines as he took step after step. Dully, almost mechanically, he felt his body raise when his foot stepped onto the well, twenty of their many jewel shards in a pouch at his side, he dropped forward, he fell, through fire, through water, through darkness. And when he found himself again he bagan to climb.
In the darkness a small form lay on the bench by the well and cowered hugging its ribs. Souta began to cry softly, silent tears running down his face. His ribs were bruised, but he was worried they might be broken.
Souta now wouldn't move, the pain was so intense, he didn't think he could move at all. And he wasn't about to try. He heard a familiar sort of thud, and even as he cried, coughing up blood -which mixed with that which came from the wounds on his bare chest- he knew someone was coming from the well. What he saw was the form of someone emerging from the well. Immediately he whimpered out a simple question. "Kagome?"
Inuyasha continued, and snapped out of his feeling of morbidity when he heard the boys sniffling and whimpering, and his question. "No, its me, Inuyasha." He sat on the side of the well, the boy hidden in the shadows. "I want Kagome." He said through what Inuyasha guessed were his sobs. "She can't come right now...." He reached into the pouch and removed the small jar containing a few of their Shikon shards.
The resulting light was emanating strong enough to show Inuyasha everything. The boys pajama top was gone, revealing a bloody chest, the blood from which was staining his pajama pants. The boys face was bruised and swollen and he clutched his ribs as if they were in great pain.
But the thing that hurt Inuyasha the most to see... was the tears. The tears were flowing from the boys eyes constantly, quickly, un-stifled by the eyelids that covered up the ebony beneath.
Inuyasha stood and made his way toward the boy, a feeling of immense sadness over coming him. It would always torture him to see a Higurashi cry. He sat down softly beside Souta and carefully lifted him so that his head rested against Inuyasha's chest, and he was in the Youkai's embrace, the tears came stronger now, and he was pretty much babbling against Inuyasha's chest. "Who did this to you Souta?" Silence. "Who, Souta? Tell me." Silence, then softly, the silence was pierced, an almost welcome piercing, yes a very welcoming piercing, until that is, Inuyasha understood it. "Mom."
A/N: A voice rings out almost evilly. ITS HERE! Shawn here, and its time for installment ooooooffffffff The Huntress Kin!!! This is set exactly one week after the battle. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Eternal life, its not possible. Inuyasha was thinking along these lines as he took step after step. Dully, almost mechanically, he felt his body raise when his foot stepped onto the well, twenty of their many jewel shards in a pouch at his side, he dropped forward, he fell, through fire, through water, through darkness. And when he found himself again he bagan to climb.
In the darkness a small form lay on the bench by the well and cowered hugging its ribs. Souta began to cry softly, silent tears running down his face. His ribs were bruised, but he was worried they might be broken.
Souta now wouldn't move, the pain was so intense, he didn't think he could move at all. And he wasn't about to try. He heard a familiar sort of thud, and even as he cried, coughing up blood -which mixed with that which came from the wounds on his bare chest- he knew someone was coming from the well. What he saw was the form of someone emerging from the well. Immediately he whimpered out a simple question. "Kagome?"
Inuyasha continued, and snapped out of his feeling of morbidity when he heard the boys sniffling and whimpering, and his question. "No, its me, Inuyasha." He sat on the side of the well, the boy hidden in the shadows. "I want Kagome." He said through what Inuyasha guessed were his sobs. "She can't come right now...." He reached into the pouch and removed the small jar containing a few of their Shikon shards.
The resulting light was emanating strong enough to show Inuyasha everything. The boys pajama top was gone, revealing a bloody chest, the blood from which was staining his pajama pants. The boys face was bruised and swollen and he clutched his ribs as if they were in great pain.
But the thing that hurt Inuyasha the most to see... was the tears. The tears were flowing from the boys eyes constantly, quickly, un-stifled by the eyelids that covered up the ebony beneath.
Inuyasha stood and made his way toward the boy, a feeling of immense sadness over coming him. It would always torture him to see a Higurashi cry. He sat down softly beside Souta and carefully lifted him so that his head rested against Inuyasha's chest, and he was in the Youkai's embrace, the tears came stronger now, and he was pretty much babbling against Inuyasha's chest. "Who did this to you Souta?" Silence. "Who, Souta? Tell me." Silence, then softly, the silence was pierced, an almost welcome piercing, yes a very welcoming piercing, until that is, Inuyasha understood it. "Mom."