It was wonderful. But only for some. Kagome tossed in her bed, having a
nightmare of a strange man with white hair and dog-like ears resting on his
head. It was a reoccurring dream she had every month. She would awaken
sweat-soaked and shivering, with tears bubbling in her eyes.
She had gone to doctors, therapists. But no one could even think of what
the cause could be. Ever since her fifteenth birthday..
Two years. Two wonderful years. Inuyasha and Kikyou lived together in the small village. The village that never was burned by Inuyasha, or smitten by the Jewel. Young Kaede never received the horrid wound to her face. Shippou's father had not yet met his mother, but both were alive and well. Miroku was not yet alive, either, and his father's hand was free of the black hole that once led to his death. And Sango's village was, and would always, be filled with voices, and one day the sound of a baby's cry rang out and she entered the world. Even Sesshomaru had a benefit of his hanyou brother's wish. He once again had two arms, and maybe he would keep them this time. But what about Kagome? She was forgotten. Inuyasha never thought about her. Perhaps it was because that without the Jewel she would of never gone to the Warring State Era in the first place. Or perhaps he just didn't want to remember her: to remember another person who fell to an unknown fate because of him and the Shikon No Tama.
But whatever the reason was, only one person could remember that moment on the cliff and Kagome's well being was Kagome herself. And she was yet to be born, thousands of years in the future her parents were yet to even meet, let alone have a daughter and a son. And Kikyou and Inuyasha shared once again the love that they had once had. Years and years passed by. They had a quarter-demon child they named Azaki. She was like them both, in a way. She was blessed with both the power of magic and archery and the brute strength of a youkai. And she had the beauty of her mother, with sterling silver hair and hazel eyes dabbed with specks of gold. She was her parents pride, their joy. And Inuyasha was happy. So very happy. But that is not way his fate was written.
It had been fifty years. Fifty! Kikyou had aged obviously, her jade hair more white than black. But Inuyasha looked only a few years older, and their daughter looked to be around the age of fifteen than forty-five. And they were happy.
It was a beautiful night. The moon shined happily, as if it had an emotion. "To our fiftieth year together." Inuyasha said. "To us." The pewter glasses clanked. Nothing spectacular, they had always lived like that. But everything was perfect. So perfect. Too perfect. Kikyou stood up and so did Inuyasha, and she leaned on her youkai husband's shoulder, a smile covering her every feature. The two just stared at the moon for a moment, taking in its silver beauty. "We'd better get back. Azaki will get worried if we're out too long." "She's just like you." Inuyasha chuckled, breaking their embrace and bending down to gather the small woven basket that had held their diner. And a bow snapped, the sound of an arrow cutting through the arrow deafening. "Kikyou!" Inuyasha caught her falling body, the shaft of an arrow deeply imbedded in her heart. "Kikyou..!" "Inu.Yasha.I.I..l-love."She fell silent, her head falling lifelessly onto his arm. "Kikyou! Kikyou!!!!" He sobbed. He could hear the lack of heartbeat; she was gone. He stared at her face and then his eyes fell on the arrow that had taken his wife's life. "Who's out there? " He growled, his claws outstretched as he softly laid Kikyou's body on the ground. "Inuyasha." That voice. So familiar. "Kagome?" "Inuyasha, Inuyasha.don't you know that the past can't be changed?" She chanted, almost hissing as she emerged from the veil of the forest. "Why.?" "Are you sad, Inuyasha? Are you mad? You were never sad when you banished me!" She screamed as another arrow flew from her bow. Inuyasha expertly caught the arrow in his hand, crunching it into dust in anger. "Your were to be happy, in your own time. That was another reason. You would never remember me, remember the youkai that hunger for you blood. I...was also doing it for you.." "Lies, Inuyasha! It you had worried about me you would have never left me.." "Leave you? I never did, did I? Otherwise you would have never remembered me." "The dreams.." Kagome realized. "Yea." Inuyasha scoffed "But, why were they so horrible?" Kagome asked, shivering. "Only because that was what you wanted." "What?" " You felt no more..happiness..towards me." Inuyasha said. "Only unconscious anger. Thus me-well, the dream me- felt anger towards you." He then looked into her eyes, hatred cold and fierce in them. "you never had to come back. You could have stayed. Instead you ruined me.. " he muttered, looking down at the face of Kikyou. "You ruined me." It hit her like a ton of bricks. "I."
AN: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! R/r! toooooootles!!
Two years. Two wonderful years. Inuyasha and Kikyou lived together in the small village. The village that never was burned by Inuyasha, or smitten by the Jewel. Young Kaede never received the horrid wound to her face. Shippou's father had not yet met his mother, but both were alive and well. Miroku was not yet alive, either, and his father's hand was free of the black hole that once led to his death. And Sango's village was, and would always, be filled with voices, and one day the sound of a baby's cry rang out and she entered the world. Even Sesshomaru had a benefit of his hanyou brother's wish. He once again had two arms, and maybe he would keep them this time. But what about Kagome? She was forgotten. Inuyasha never thought about her. Perhaps it was because that without the Jewel she would of never gone to the Warring State Era in the first place. Or perhaps he just didn't want to remember her: to remember another person who fell to an unknown fate because of him and the Shikon No Tama.
But whatever the reason was, only one person could remember that moment on the cliff and Kagome's well being was Kagome herself. And she was yet to be born, thousands of years in the future her parents were yet to even meet, let alone have a daughter and a son. And Kikyou and Inuyasha shared once again the love that they had once had. Years and years passed by. They had a quarter-demon child they named Azaki. She was like them both, in a way. She was blessed with both the power of magic and archery and the brute strength of a youkai. And she had the beauty of her mother, with sterling silver hair and hazel eyes dabbed with specks of gold. She was her parents pride, their joy. And Inuyasha was happy. So very happy. But that is not way his fate was written.
It had been fifty years. Fifty! Kikyou had aged obviously, her jade hair more white than black. But Inuyasha looked only a few years older, and their daughter looked to be around the age of fifteen than forty-five. And they were happy.
It was a beautiful night. The moon shined happily, as if it had an emotion. "To our fiftieth year together." Inuyasha said. "To us." The pewter glasses clanked. Nothing spectacular, they had always lived like that. But everything was perfect. So perfect. Too perfect. Kikyou stood up and so did Inuyasha, and she leaned on her youkai husband's shoulder, a smile covering her every feature. The two just stared at the moon for a moment, taking in its silver beauty. "We'd better get back. Azaki will get worried if we're out too long." "She's just like you." Inuyasha chuckled, breaking their embrace and bending down to gather the small woven basket that had held their diner. And a bow snapped, the sound of an arrow cutting through the arrow deafening. "Kikyou!" Inuyasha caught her falling body, the shaft of an arrow deeply imbedded in her heart. "Kikyou..!" "Inu.Yasha.I.I..l-love."She fell silent, her head falling lifelessly onto his arm. "Kikyou! Kikyou!!!!" He sobbed. He could hear the lack of heartbeat; she was gone. He stared at her face and then his eyes fell on the arrow that had taken his wife's life. "Who's out there? " He growled, his claws outstretched as he softly laid Kikyou's body on the ground. "Inuyasha." That voice. So familiar. "Kagome?" "Inuyasha, Inuyasha.don't you know that the past can't be changed?" She chanted, almost hissing as she emerged from the veil of the forest. "Why.?" "Are you sad, Inuyasha? Are you mad? You were never sad when you banished me!" She screamed as another arrow flew from her bow. Inuyasha expertly caught the arrow in his hand, crunching it into dust in anger. "Your were to be happy, in your own time. That was another reason. You would never remember me, remember the youkai that hunger for you blood. I...was also doing it for you.." "Lies, Inuyasha! It you had worried about me you would have never left me.." "Leave you? I never did, did I? Otherwise you would have never remembered me." "The dreams.." Kagome realized. "Yea." Inuyasha scoffed "But, why were they so horrible?" Kagome asked, shivering. "Only because that was what you wanted." "What?" " You felt no more..happiness..towards me." Inuyasha said. "Only unconscious anger. Thus me-well, the dream me- felt anger towards you." He then looked into her eyes, hatred cold and fierce in them. "you never had to come back. You could have stayed. Instead you ruined me.. " he muttered, looking down at the face of Kikyou. "You ruined me." It hit her like a ton of bricks. "I."
AN: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! R/r! toooooootles!!
