Wowee zappo. Could you convince my Doctor Who readers to respond so quickly and so much? Thanks. .
Disclaimer: Chibi!Sesshomaru's been chewing on my leg because I've been giving chibi!Inuyasha all the jelly babies, but does that let me own InuYasha? 'Course not.
SIAPNIAN: Lookit me, I'm a noob! :D
WARNING: Un-betad.
-BAD WOLF-
He was running. He didn't know why, he just knew he had to run, run forever. Maybe if he ran quickly enough he could erase the image of Kagome from his mind. Maybe if he ran, the pain would stop, and the rage.
A few months ago he would have just shrugged and wandered off to complete the quest on his own. What was different? What had changed? He didn't even react this badly when he learned Kikyo was dead. Kagome was basically Kikyo, wasn't she? So what was so different about them? Why could he handle Kikyo's death (but not her coming back; that was just too weird) perfectly well, but broke down at Kagome's?
"I'm not breaking down," he snapped at himself.
His face itched where his blood had dried on his skin, crimson tears marking out his grief. The lacerations were almost closed now, of course; he wished they wouldn't. The pain gave him something to dwell on besides Kagome's broken body lying all on her own.
The Shikon shard she had been holding bit into his hand and he flinched as the jagged edge tore into his palm. He should use it, came the dim thought. Become a pureblood, finally escape the curse that had been hanging over him since his unusual birth. He'd always wanted that, hadn't he? So why couldn't he bring himself to do it?
She'd not wanted him to change. She'd wanted him to stay just as he was, an orphaned half-breed outcast. Did she still have that vague power over him even now?
His necklace hung around his neck as if it were made of boulders, refusing to warm against his skin, the power which had always thrummed rhythmically through it gone, silent, dead. There was a time when he would have killed Kagome without a single thought, left her body without a backwards glance, just to get the thing off of his neck, but now? He almost wished she'd show up and say The Word. A great deal of him would hurt quite a bit for some time afterwards, but at least she'd still be there to ruthlessly torment him.
He shook himself. What was he doing? He didn't need Kagome. What was all this ranting about that damned necklace? He hated it when she did that. Hated it. Why did he want it now?
Because Kagome would be there, said part of him patiently. She would still be alive.
Shippo had probably come across her body by now. Maybe he had been killed with her, lying just a few feet away. Maybe somewhere out there there was a tattered child's body, bushy tail drenched in red.
Did it matter?
Kagome, a part of him whimpered. His gaze hardened. He would not break down. She was just a girl. A human girl. He knew people who ate people like her for lunch.
Used to know. He killed them all.
To defend her.
This wasn't helping.
A splinter of the jewel he held in his tightly clenched hand broke off, embedding itself in his flesh, and he hissed in pain. He should use it. Kagome didn't matter. She...
The human part of him shrieked defiance at that and that train of thought abruptly ended.
He just knew he had to keep running. Perhaps he could outrun her spirit if it came to bid him farewell.
Perhaps he would outrun his humanity, let that part of him die with Kagome, so he could get on with...
...What was there to get on with now? He knew he should be doing something. What was it?
A forest loomed in the distance and was suddenly before him; he didn't bother slowing down, didn't bother dodging, just carried on running as quickly as thought. Twigs whipped at him, tangling in his hair, pulling at his clothes, tearing rends in his exposed skin.
It didn't matter.
His side burned. He gasped for breath and that only made it worse. His vision clouded, though he didn't know why. He felt fresh dampness course down his cheeks and told himself it was blood.
He was barely aware of something large and brown speeding towards him before it struck him.
There was pain for a moment, and then everything went completely, mercifully black.
-BAD WOLF-
"Lord Inuyasha?"
Inuyasha wanted to say something rude, but he couldn't even open his eyes. Why couldn't he open his eyes? He tried to reach up and touch his face and found that it was a distinctly odd shape. It hurt like hell, too, and his hand dropped back to the ground.
"What happened?"
"Shut up," he croaked, sitting upright. "I'm not in the mood for this."
"Where is Kagome?"
"I said SHUT UP!" He lashed out, crushing the flea to the ground. There was a little squeak, then silence. Inuyasha's claws cut into his palm and he unclenched his hand, extracting the talon-like nails from the punctures, before getting up with infinite grace. He scratched at his eyelids a little; dried blood flaked off and he blinked, vision slowly clearing, although the headache remained. The forest rudely tipped and spun at him and he growled at it to stop.
It didn't.
He glanced at his hands, the Shikon still embedded in his palm, the laceration oozing blood. Why hadn't it been absorbed already? It should be long gone; its power should be coursing through him. But there it was, calmly sitting in the rend in his flesh.
He picked it out and studied it in the half-light. It glittered, crystalline, where it wasn't stained crimson.
Half of the blood was Kagome's.
He snapped his hand shut over the shard, unwilling to be reminded of how he had found her. New wounds were added to his growing collection, but he barely noticed the pain now.
"Lord Inuyasha—"
"She's dead, okay?" he snapped. "Now leave me alone."
He made to walk away. Pain stabbed through his left leg and he limped a little, but at least he could walk.
"Lord Inuyasha, it is far from impossible to bring her back from the land of the dead."
Inuyasha froze, one foot in mid-air. He lowered it to the ground, turning to stare at the flea.
"For instance, your brother—"
Brother. Sesshomaru.
Rin.
Tenseiga.
The pain in his side, the tears in his skin, the bruises all over him, were all forgotten in an instant.
Inuyasha started running.
-BAD WOLF-
Does it suck yet?
If I said any sort of anything against canon, tell me and I'll fix it. If I can't fix it, call it AU.
By the way, since (for some reason) this is getting more attention than I thought it would ever get, my sister Seacarda Fox Shadow and I are working on an Inuyasha/Doctor Who crossover. And yes, I know that hardly any of you know what the hell Doctor Who is, much less that it exists in the first place, but it is Seacarda's first story and she would REALLY love some feedback. Which, might I add, a grand total of one person gave her. So if you could... go over there... that would make her very happy.
Thanks for reading the demented products of my imagination!