The Hanyou Prince
Chapter II
I didn't understand.
"Of course you don't. You're technically not Kikyou." In the time that it took for him to recompose himself, he figured out that I wasn't the woman he had been waiting for—technically. Apparently I was her reincarnation, if you believe in such things. I had challenged him on this.
It was then that my notion of this boy changed. He gave me a dirty look and said, "Obviously she has something to do with you. She died here, on your shrine five hundred years ago. She's your freaking ancestor, you idiot." Some prince, right? But it gets better, I promise.
We sat in silence for another little while, and it felt like an eternity. I didn't even know what to do with myself. But before I could help myself, I began asking personal questions. How long was he lingering around the shrine? Why didn't Grandpa ever report seeing a dog-eared boy in the well-house? What had caused him to be stuck here?
Inuyasha looked at me with distaste, "You're nothing like her."
"Well, I'm sure that's for the best. I mean, wouldn't want you crying and everything now, would we?" I snapped back, insulted that he would compare me to a woman I had never even met. It's not like the whole set up was my fault.
"I've been here about five hundred years," he said after another few moments. I almost choked on the breath I was taking. Five hundred years is a long-ass time! "Kikyou is the name of the priestess who guarded this village back then." And suddenly, Inuyasha became somewhat of an open book. Without even knowing it himself, he began telling me his story, painting pages of what he had seen and done in the past.
"Were you and Kikyou in love?" It wasn't hard to tell. The way he had so tragically collapsed when he first saw me was enough evidence. He didn't say anything in response to my question, but sometimes nothing needs to be said. "What happened?"
"I'm a hanyou. Half-demon. And because Kikyou could never turn her back on her duty as a priestess, I left." He had turned away from me at this point. I could not see his face, but I could hear the sorrow in his voice. My heart suddenly ached for his loss, and my inexperience with the realm of love.
"I'm sorry to hear that." There were still many questions unanswered, but I figured that he had told me enough for now. We sat in silence; Inuyasha was staring at the wall and I had about a million things popping in and out of my head. If Souta managed to get the door unlocked, would I never see Inuyasha again? I wanted to know more about his story, about Kikyou's story. I was pulled in before I even had a chance to put up a fight.
"You know," he suddenly spoke again. "She never did say that she loved me."
I asked one more question, "Did you?"
Inuyasha was silent again.
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END CHAPTER TWO
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