Shikon no Go
The Language of the Shikon
A Fanfic in 100 Chapters
By DQBunny
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DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of "Kendo no Go: A Fanfic in 100 Chapters" by Akai Kitsune. Her story in turn is a parody of "In the Language of Love," a story by Diane Schoemperlen. My thanks and appreciation goes out to Akai Kitsune for letting me borrow her fic idea! "Inuyasha" is the property of Takahashi Rumiko.
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Chapter 54: Yellow
The color of the backpack that you unearth from the back of your closet, covered in dust and littered with bits of broken crayon from childhood adventures long forgotten.
You empty it out and shove life's necessities into it - clothing, tolietries, first aid kit, textbooks and, as an afterthought, a couple packets of ramen that would make an easy meal.
The color of the instant ramen that you prepare for the first time in the middle of a medieval battlefield. But, the disgust for the surroundings is tempered by the wonder in your companion's eyes as he samples the dish for the first time. You smile as he eats ravenously, then wonder when the last time was that he had a full meal. He asks if you're going to finish yours and you hand it over, noting the baggy clothing covering an almost too-thin body.
The color of your fear as the one you've grown to love loses control over his body and turns into a full youkai. You swallow and refuse to leave him, knowing that no matter how dangerous he gets that he would never hurt you. Even if he did, you would not turn your back on him, because he has walked alone for too long.
The color of his eyes, the shade of old, fine gold, hard as he glares at the battlefield and vows to protect you. Sometimes, they sparkle like a child's, usually when he's mangling the young kitsune that accompanies you. They're dull and sad when he speaks of his lost love, who has rejoined the earth with part of your soul and bits of dirt and bone. You can't describe them when he looks at you at times, deep and full of secrets, and you wonder if it's possible for him to love you as much as you love him back.
The color of the backpack that you unearthed from the back of your closet, now filled to the brim with everything that you need for life in the Sengoku Jidai. You start to lift it, but find it too heavy. Suddenly, he is there, taking the burden and slinging it over his shoulder. You follow him to the well, and just before going over the edge, he reaches for your hand. You take it and look into his eyes and he gives you a rare smile.
Then together, you jump into the well.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: While this is out of style with the other color chapters that I've done, it is done in the original way that "In the Language of Love" is done with these color-themed chapters. It was pretty neat to tell it from an omniscent narrative point of view. Akai-san's chapter fit as well. The original title for this chapter was "Yellow," and I kept the term for this one. Yes, Inuyasha's eyes are gold, but it's the same color family.
The Language of the Shikon
A Fanfic in 100 Chapters
By DQBunny
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DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of "Kendo no Go: A Fanfic in 100 Chapters" by Akai Kitsune. Her story in turn is a parody of "In the Language of Love," a story by Diane Schoemperlen. My thanks and appreciation goes out to Akai Kitsune for letting me borrow her fic idea! "Inuyasha" is the property of Takahashi Rumiko.
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Chapter 54: Yellow
The color of the backpack that you unearth from the back of your closet, covered in dust and littered with bits of broken crayon from childhood adventures long forgotten.
You empty it out and shove life's necessities into it - clothing, tolietries, first aid kit, textbooks and, as an afterthought, a couple packets of ramen that would make an easy meal.
The color of the instant ramen that you prepare for the first time in the middle of a medieval battlefield. But, the disgust for the surroundings is tempered by the wonder in your companion's eyes as he samples the dish for the first time. You smile as he eats ravenously, then wonder when the last time was that he had a full meal. He asks if you're going to finish yours and you hand it over, noting the baggy clothing covering an almost too-thin body.
The color of your fear as the one you've grown to love loses control over his body and turns into a full youkai. You swallow and refuse to leave him, knowing that no matter how dangerous he gets that he would never hurt you. Even if he did, you would not turn your back on him, because he has walked alone for too long.
The color of his eyes, the shade of old, fine gold, hard as he glares at the battlefield and vows to protect you. Sometimes, they sparkle like a child's, usually when he's mangling the young kitsune that accompanies you. They're dull and sad when he speaks of his lost love, who has rejoined the earth with part of your soul and bits of dirt and bone. You can't describe them when he looks at you at times, deep and full of secrets, and you wonder if it's possible for him to love you as much as you love him back.
The color of the backpack that you unearthed from the back of your closet, now filled to the brim with everything that you need for life in the Sengoku Jidai. You start to lift it, but find it too heavy. Suddenly, he is there, taking the burden and slinging it over his shoulder. You follow him to the well, and just before going over the edge, he reaches for your hand. You take it and look into his eyes and he gives you a rare smile.
Then together, you jump into the well.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: While this is out of style with the other color chapters that I've done, it is done in the original way that "In the Language of Love" is done with these color-themed chapters. It was pretty neat to tell it from an omniscent narrative point of view. Akai-san's chapter fit as well. The original title for this chapter was "Yellow," and I kept the term for this one. Yes, Inuyasha's eyes are gold, but it's the same color family.
