Author's Notes
Please excuse any spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, and ooc-ness although I tried really hard not to include any.
This was just one of those random ideas that came to me last night and I couldn't resist writing down and typing up. It's also my first attempt at an Inu-Yasha fanfiction. If you're wondering, I'm basing this off of episodes 1-74 of the subtitle anime and the first movie. Kay?
Please REVIEW! This is a one-shot so I won't have another chance to ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha. That's simple enough, isn't it?
His life was made of pieces: It was like someone had broken a thousand mirrors and
forced the shards together leaving him with hold and gaps. And worse than that, there
was one piece missing.
Inu-Yasha sat high atop a tree, bathing in the light of the moon.
He hated moments like this. These moments, when his anger and hatred ran out and
left him full of sorrow and remorse, but full of grateitude for the few things he had in life.
It was in these moments that he missed his mother more than anything. These
moments where he wished for Sesshomaru to stop hating him and be his brother.
These moments wher he wondered if the wooden flute his father made him was still in
his room in the palace where he had hidden it before he left. In these moments he
hoped that after they destoryed Naraku (his fogiveness never reached the evil hanyou)
Kagura would be free of him; she had, after all, kept his secret. It was in these
moments that he wished for Kikyou to let go of her anger and hatred and pass on
peacefully. These moments he overlooked the annoying remarks of the kitsune and
felt sorry for the other orphan, and also oddly responsible. These moments he felt
grateful for Sango and Miroku for sticking around and putting up with him despite all the
screw-ups he made. These moments he was thankful to Kaede for letting him hang
around the village and convincing the villagers he wasn't an evil demon. These
moments he was glad to have Myouga guiding him, despite his coweridice, he was wise
and his advice had saved him a few times.
He hated these moments more than he hated being human, because at least when he
was human, he could be enraged at the loss of his senses and not worry, or care about
the world around him. And even when he was human, he could still fight. In these
moments, all he could do was wait for them to pass.
A few times he hadn't managed his usual anger and quick temper in front of the others
as well as he should have. But then Shippo would pull off one of those comments, like
"Inu-Yasha, quit thinking, it's scary." and then he could get mad at the kit for that.
He supposed it really scary for Shippo to see him think, because they usually saw him
thinking when things were going wrong.
Lately things seemed to be going wrong more and more often.
He sighed, he would have to go get Kagome tomorrow, if she didn't come back on her
own. She probably wouldn't. They had gotten into an arguement again before she ran
off through the well. At least it hadn't been about Kikyou.
Inu-Yasha never compared the two anymore. He knew the truth. If Kikyou's soul was
in Kagome, it had morphed drastically. He only compared them when he needed to
remind himself what happened to Kikyou when she got close...
He had tried so hard to make things work with Kikyou. Things had almost fit, almost
clicked. But they hadn't, instead they had ended in disaster.
With Kagome...things clicked into place almost instantly and she slid in to take her
place at his side.
Kagome was his missing piece.
It had scared him when he first figured it out early on. It wasn't suppose to work that
way after all. He had been ready to give everything to be with Kikyou, and he had tried
to so hard to make everything fit into place, but it wouldn't work. Still, he had kept trying,
things seemed close. They would have been seeing that Kagome was Kikyou's
reincarnation. But it didn't matter that things were close, they still weren't fitting
together. But he had kept trying... until the end came.
Then this little girl had come along and boom! everything suddenly started to fall into
place.
He pushed he away. If he let her get close she would end up just like the other two
women who had been allowed to see even a bit of his heart.
Like his mother and Kikyou- she too would die.
He had to keep her close to him though. He was getting far too use to working with all
the pieces to let her leave. Shard-hunting was an excuse these days, they hadn't found
any for a long time.
He had a hard time balancing things sometimes. He had to keep Kagome around and
near him, but under no circumstance was he to allow her to get too close. But he had
been slipping up more and more often.
The moon began to dim and soon the sun rose to take its place. The hanyou smiled
ruefully, he didn't thing that he would be able to pull together his usual anger and
outrage for the day.
'Maybe I shouldn't try?'
He immediately shook his head quickly as if to knock the ridiculous thought out of him
head.
'No, they've got enough to worry about.'
The sun was fully risen now, and the hanyou stood up on the tree branch and shook the
remains of the night off before jumping down. It was time to start the day.