*Pain
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Chapter 1
Pain - A feeling of physical hurt or great unhappiness.
Pain, you get hurt by those you love and those that are your enemies. But I ask you which is the cause of greater pain?
Does the betrayal of a loved one hurt more than being run through by the point of a sword at a battle?
Does it hurt more when the cutting words of your enemy mirror those of your friends and family?
The final question is different though, is it better to love your enemy then devote your life to a friend who will always stab you in the back?
How do you choose when they are both one and the same?
************** *****************
The field was a blood bath. There were dips in the valley that made lakes of red, red, blood. The grass was no longer green, or even living. The valley was deaths reincarnate. Bodies of soldiers and youkai lay everywhere haphazardly arranged. Foe had fallen next to foe and friend had no place beside the littered carcasses of comrades.
Death was a living breathing entity. The valley was a literal wasteland and the setting sun reflected the scarlet of the blood on the battlefield. There in the center of the battlefield was Naraku. He was laughing blood dripped messily from his mouth. His laugh was one of triumph not the one of deceit that was usually the only one we heard.
"It is time Inuyasha the last battle is at hand! You have been a thorn in my side since the beginning." Said his voice the same deceitful voice that rang with truth that only one of the forsaken can use.
"Then lets fight Naraku!"
Inuyasha leapt at him the speed at which he did was by no means his best. With little effort Naraku dodged. The wind blue harshly and I saw the sense of purpose fill both Sango and Miroku. With deadly intent in their eyes glittering ruthlessly, they made their way to the battle the combatants fighting as if this were but a game.
The tetsusaiga flew in the air a silver flash in the quickly darkening sky. The clouds converged overhead obscuring the last fading rays of sunlight.
With little caution Sango and Miroku rushed into the battle between Inuyasha and Naraku. It was then that I realized that Inuyasha was no longer simply fighting Naraku but was playing a game. The game of death and life to the victor would go life to the lost they would truly be.
When Sango and Miroku started to attack Inuyasha left them to battle it out alone. He turned to me his eyes blood red with blue pupils. Two jagged purple scars were on each side of his face. His eyes wee filled with lust, lust of blood and, I was shocked to realize, lust of the flesh.
His eyes met mine over the valley and I felt fear. Fear of my friend and fear of what was to come. I turned to run but before I got far I was pinned down to the dirt. He had jumped and landed on my back knocking me to the ground with him.
He flipped me over his face was so close to mine, his hot breath heating the skin and giving me shivers, fear. He could smell the fear scent come off me in waves and I saw his lips curve into a sneer.
With his claws he ripped the clothes off me. I shivered but now I was to far gone to care whether it was from fear or cold. He pushed me on my back and pinned me their. I had no will to fight him; I would have given him this willingly had he asked. I closed my eyes I did not want to see the face of my betrayer, my friend, the man I fell in love with.
I opened my eyes in shock and pain as he broke through the proof of my innocence the one gift that I was free to give the man of my choice. The moon overhead was bleed to a hazy red, reflecting the blood that now stained my naked body.
The grunts the screams the evil cackle all combined to make a symphony of pain. As Inuyasha reached his climax I heard the screams of Sango and Miroku. A third scream of a wildcat, youkai, died as abruptly as it started. With dawning comprehension I realized that Miroku Sango and Kilala were now dead. The only friends I had in this god forsaken time were dead. Shippo I remembered, Shippo my little kit was still here to keep me going.
I needed to live for my little one. The sound of a sword through flesh broke me from my thoughts. I looked into Inuyasha's wide surprised GOLDEN eyes; I saw the red of his blood cover his body dripping down onto mine. With the last of his strength he heaved of me and fell to the side the sword already removed form his back by Naraku.
Even with all the hurt and pain he had caused I still cared for him, but now I could no longer love the hanyou as I once did. I put my hand to his cheek. I barely heard his whispered words of regret.
"I forgive you Inuyasha." I told him softly, but I knew I would always be frightened of hi, always haunted by his spirit.
He smiled softly his eyes closed and he whispered the name of his love before going in the hands of the lord of death. I had known from the start that he could never love me, would only see the shadow of what my soul once was.
I was always her copy, even as a youkai Inuyasha saw me as the mate that he lost to death. It was a never-ending game, a game for love and trust and hate and betrayal. I looked at Naraku form my vulnerable position and I shivered.
There in his eyes was the spirit of the damned of one that had set into motion his own death at his own expense. He now looked desperate as a man being dragged to hell. I realized that it was Onigumo. What was it that he was fighting for? I reached out with a ghost hand of purifying power and sent it to the frozen figure of Naraku.
With almost a joyous cry he fell to the ground dead. A spirit white and transparent drifted from the body. It drifted towards me, and when it stopped it bowed.
"I thank you Miko for your gift. Please take my apologies for what I have done."
"I will never forgive you but I take your thanks."
"Very well I hope you never have to face Naraku again." _______________ __________________
The first thing I did when I left the battlefield was take a bath in the hot spring that I used the night before with Sango. On the side I had Sango's weapon. Miroku's staff and prayer beads lay next to Sango's. Tears were coursing down my cheeks.
I had to get clean I had to erase the evidence of what happened. I needed to get rid of the blood. Why did the blood not leave it clung to me like it was a part of me now? Would I ever be able to forget this day? Forget what happened? Would I ever be able to be normal? Can I face anybody in this time?
No I must leave. I will one-day comeback for shippo. I will tell him the truth then but now I will leave and not look back for only a little while.
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I picked up the mementos of my friends, Miroku's staff and prayer beads, Sango's boomerang, and the last that I could not leave behind Inuyasha's tetsusaiga. My backpack now only held my sleeping bag and a torn set of clothes.
I walked towards the bone eaters well tears of pain and regret falling from my eyes.
I will not look back. I will be strong.
The grass seemed to become duller with every step I took and a cold wind made the tree's sway.
The path is clear and theirs no turning back now.
The sky was steadily darkening with my thoughts. Soon rain came pouring down, as if crying the tears that I now could not. Now my tears had stopped and I can no longer cry.
I jumped into the well when I reached it an as I crawled out of it I curled up on the floor and laid their. Thunder and lightning booming it's own lullaby.
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Chapter 1
Pain - A feeling of physical hurt or great unhappiness.
Pain, you get hurt by those you love and those that are your enemies. But I ask you which is the cause of greater pain?
Does the betrayal of a loved one hurt more than being run through by the point of a sword at a battle?
Does it hurt more when the cutting words of your enemy mirror those of your friends and family?
The final question is different though, is it better to love your enemy then devote your life to a friend who will always stab you in the back?
How do you choose when they are both one and the same?
************** *****************
The field was a blood bath. There were dips in the valley that made lakes of red, red, blood. The grass was no longer green, or even living. The valley was deaths reincarnate. Bodies of soldiers and youkai lay everywhere haphazardly arranged. Foe had fallen next to foe and friend had no place beside the littered carcasses of comrades.
Death was a living breathing entity. The valley was a literal wasteland and the setting sun reflected the scarlet of the blood on the battlefield. There in the center of the battlefield was Naraku. He was laughing blood dripped messily from his mouth. His laugh was one of triumph not the one of deceit that was usually the only one we heard.
"It is time Inuyasha the last battle is at hand! You have been a thorn in my side since the beginning." Said his voice the same deceitful voice that rang with truth that only one of the forsaken can use.
"Then lets fight Naraku!"
Inuyasha leapt at him the speed at which he did was by no means his best. With little effort Naraku dodged. The wind blue harshly and I saw the sense of purpose fill both Sango and Miroku. With deadly intent in their eyes glittering ruthlessly, they made their way to the battle the combatants fighting as if this were but a game.
The tetsusaiga flew in the air a silver flash in the quickly darkening sky. The clouds converged overhead obscuring the last fading rays of sunlight.
With little caution Sango and Miroku rushed into the battle between Inuyasha and Naraku. It was then that I realized that Inuyasha was no longer simply fighting Naraku but was playing a game. The game of death and life to the victor would go life to the lost they would truly be.
When Sango and Miroku started to attack Inuyasha left them to battle it out alone. He turned to me his eyes blood red with blue pupils. Two jagged purple scars were on each side of his face. His eyes wee filled with lust, lust of blood and, I was shocked to realize, lust of the flesh.
His eyes met mine over the valley and I felt fear. Fear of my friend and fear of what was to come. I turned to run but before I got far I was pinned down to the dirt. He had jumped and landed on my back knocking me to the ground with him.
He flipped me over his face was so close to mine, his hot breath heating the skin and giving me shivers, fear. He could smell the fear scent come off me in waves and I saw his lips curve into a sneer.
With his claws he ripped the clothes off me. I shivered but now I was to far gone to care whether it was from fear or cold. He pushed me on my back and pinned me their. I had no will to fight him; I would have given him this willingly had he asked. I closed my eyes I did not want to see the face of my betrayer, my friend, the man I fell in love with.
I opened my eyes in shock and pain as he broke through the proof of my innocence the one gift that I was free to give the man of my choice. The moon overhead was bleed to a hazy red, reflecting the blood that now stained my naked body.
The grunts the screams the evil cackle all combined to make a symphony of pain. As Inuyasha reached his climax I heard the screams of Sango and Miroku. A third scream of a wildcat, youkai, died as abruptly as it started. With dawning comprehension I realized that Miroku Sango and Kilala were now dead. The only friends I had in this god forsaken time were dead. Shippo I remembered, Shippo my little kit was still here to keep me going.
I needed to live for my little one. The sound of a sword through flesh broke me from my thoughts. I looked into Inuyasha's wide surprised GOLDEN eyes; I saw the red of his blood cover his body dripping down onto mine. With the last of his strength he heaved of me and fell to the side the sword already removed form his back by Naraku.
Even with all the hurt and pain he had caused I still cared for him, but now I could no longer love the hanyou as I once did. I put my hand to his cheek. I barely heard his whispered words of regret.
"I forgive you Inuyasha." I told him softly, but I knew I would always be frightened of hi, always haunted by his spirit.
He smiled softly his eyes closed and he whispered the name of his love before going in the hands of the lord of death. I had known from the start that he could never love me, would only see the shadow of what my soul once was.
I was always her copy, even as a youkai Inuyasha saw me as the mate that he lost to death. It was a never-ending game, a game for love and trust and hate and betrayal. I looked at Naraku form my vulnerable position and I shivered.
There in his eyes was the spirit of the damned of one that had set into motion his own death at his own expense. He now looked desperate as a man being dragged to hell. I realized that it was Onigumo. What was it that he was fighting for? I reached out with a ghost hand of purifying power and sent it to the frozen figure of Naraku.
With almost a joyous cry he fell to the ground dead. A spirit white and transparent drifted from the body. It drifted towards me, and when it stopped it bowed.
"I thank you Miko for your gift. Please take my apologies for what I have done."
"I will never forgive you but I take your thanks."
"Very well I hope you never have to face Naraku again." _______________ __________________
The first thing I did when I left the battlefield was take a bath in the hot spring that I used the night before with Sango. On the side I had Sango's weapon. Miroku's staff and prayer beads lay next to Sango's. Tears were coursing down my cheeks.
I had to get clean I had to erase the evidence of what happened. I needed to get rid of the blood. Why did the blood not leave it clung to me like it was a part of me now? Would I ever be able to forget this day? Forget what happened? Would I ever be able to be normal? Can I face anybody in this time?
No I must leave. I will one-day comeback for shippo. I will tell him the truth then but now I will leave and not look back for only a little while.
________________ ______________________
I picked up the mementos of my friends, Miroku's staff and prayer beads, Sango's boomerang, and the last that I could not leave behind Inuyasha's tetsusaiga. My backpack now only held my sleeping bag and a torn set of clothes.
I walked towards the bone eaters well tears of pain and regret falling from my eyes.
I will not look back. I will be strong.
The grass seemed to become duller with every step I took and a cold wind made the tree's sway.
The path is clear and theirs no turning back now.
The sky was steadily darkening with my thoughts. Soon rain came pouring down, as if crying the tears that I now could not. Now my tears had stopped and I can no longer cry.
I jumped into the well when I reached it an as I crawled out of it I curled up on the floor and laid their. Thunder and lightning booming it's own lullaby.