Inuyasha: The Untold Story
Summary: After witnessing the brutal murder of his mother, Inuyasha grows up with a different mindset. And what's with his human form? Dark Inuyasha
Author's Note: Hey readers. I know I really shouldn't be attempting anymore stories but this one is still up in the air. It's a 'test' chapter to see if I get any good reviews. Since I've never seen a dark Inuyasha story, I don't know how receptive this one will be. If enough people like it, I'll continue with it. Just tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
Chapter One
The smell of rotting corpse and old blood saturated the space occupied by 6 year old Inuyasha. Hugging his knees, he stared vacantly at the severed head of his mother. Tears continued to make their way down his chubby cheeks, leaving only two thin lines of skin untouched by blood or bits of flesh.
He studied her face, taking in the look of fear and terror that was now permanently etched into her porcelain features. At the same time, his mind was assaulted with images of his mother being hacked to pieces, of her screams as their blades bit into her soft pale skin, spraying crimson all over the walls, the floor boards...him.
He could still hear their laughter as they watched her struggle across the floor to reach him, blood gushing from the stumps where legs should have been. Most of all, he remembered the look in her eyes before they grabbed her by the hair and cut through her neck. Her body flopped on the floor as blood spurted out in a grand display, further coating everything in its path.
Inuyasha had kicked and screamed, trying his best to save his mother, pleading with them to stop but it was all in vain. He ended up blacking out soon after they murdered her.
When he did come to, he was surprised to find that the men that killed his mother were strewn all over the room, completely dismembered. Their insides were littered on the floor, much like his moms. His morbid curiosity didn't last long, however, once his eyes again rested on the remains of the woman who took care of him, made him feel loved.
So there he sat, hugging his knees, staring at her head. It was while doing this that he felt an uncomfortable numbness begin to settle in his chest. Hoping that maybe his mom could take it away, he hesitantly crawled towards her. Once he reached her, he carefully placed her head in his lap and gently rocked it back and forth, humming a soft tune. It was something she used to do when he was little.
As he hummed, softly stroking her pillow soft hair, the corners of his mouth began to twitch. The humming was quickly replaced by a low, hollow chuckle that turned into a full blown manic laugh. His rocking became increasingly faster as a huge smile stretched across his face, hot tears still continuing their journey down his cheeks. This only lasted a moment, though, before the smile fell and his lower lip quivered.
"Mommy, come back," Inuyasha whispered as he cried himself to sleep, holding the only thing left of his mother tightly.
I know it's short but I did it on purpose. Like I said before, this is just a test chapter to see if anyone would like me to continue. Please review