I don't see how this is necessary but I don't own everyone's favorite Inu-
Hanyou, period.
Prolougue
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"Inuyasha."
The voice was distant but clear, a rising siren of softness in the dark.
"Inuyasha, please"
The voice was louder now, practically calling into his ear.
"Inuyasha. It hurts, Inuyasha."
'No. Please no.'
"Inuyasha, help me"
'Stop it.'
"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt Inuyasha?"
'No, no stop'
"Am I dying?"
'Kami no. No'
"Inuyasha..."
He sat up with a distressed yell, a sheen of cold sweat plastering the sheets of his bed to his chest and back, very much awake. Reaching up with shaking hands, he tiredly rubbed his face, exhaling a broken breath into them as he willed himself to stop the tremors his nightmare had caused him. He looked to the neon green digits of the clock on his nightstand; they read a steady 3:08. Swinging out of bed and onto unsteady feet, he meandered his way into his bathroom, automatically reaching out to turn on the light. As he leaned on the porcelain of his sink, staring at his haggard reflection with squinting eyes, he muttered one word before bowing his head in defeat.
"Kikyou"
A/N: updates soon to come, hope the prologue sets this fic up properly.
Prolougue
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"Inuyasha."
The voice was distant but clear, a rising siren of softness in the dark.
"Inuyasha, please"
The voice was louder now, practically calling into his ear.
"Inuyasha. It hurts, Inuyasha."
'No. Please no.'
"Inuyasha, help me"
'Stop it.'
"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt Inuyasha?"
'No, no stop'
"Am I dying?"
'Kami no. No'
"Inuyasha..."
He sat up with a distressed yell, a sheen of cold sweat plastering the sheets of his bed to his chest and back, very much awake. Reaching up with shaking hands, he tiredly rubbed his face, exhaling a broken breath into them as he willed himself to stop the tremors his nightmare had caused him. He looked to the neon green digits of the clock on his nightstand; they read a steady 3:08. Swinging out of bed and onto unsteady feet, he meandered his way into his bathroom, automatically reaching out to turn on the light. As he leaned on the porcelain of his sink, staring at his haggard reflection with squinting eyes, he muttered one word before bowing his head in defeat.
"Kikyou"
A/N: updates soon to come, hope the prologue sets this fic up properly.