(:Disclaimer:) I do not own Inu Yasha. He owns me.
(:A.N:) Hello! I'm sorry I haven't written a chapter in a few days but I've been really busy! Yesterday, for my class trip, I went to Universal Studios Islands of Aventure and I had sooo much fun! It raines *poured, actually* for a good 3 hours, so my friend and I went around singing annoying loud songs. (OK, so Morning Musume's song 'Popcorn Love' isn't that annoying, but when I yell it it can be...) Anyways, I slipped and fell and I think I broke my butt! lol I know thats not possible but oh well... Also I ate a lot of sushi at a restaruant that claimed to be Japanese but was actually Chinese with a sushi bar... (The kanji on the door said 'Chinese food' but I didn't notice...) Oh well. Well, enough stupid talking and on to chapter twenty-six!
Haunting Me in Dreams
Chapter Twenty-Six : Power
By : Feng Shui Goddess
It had been almost a week since Sango had left me, and I was back at my home again. My life seemed so different without either Kikyo, Sango, or my mother around, and I wasn't used to it. I was often restless and didn't know what to do with my time. Part of me felt very lonely, but another part of me was content and happy. My home was so lovely; the weather was always nice and the sky blue, the songs of birds always echoing in the sky. The more time I spent alone there, the more I knew why my mother had always loved it. Even after Father left us, she never wanted to leave our land and our home, even though I had suggested it many times. I was sad without Father in the house with us, his scent drifted in the air inside the house, and I could smell him everywhere. Of course my mother didn't notice his smell, for she was human, but if she were a hanyo or a demon she would have certainly wanted to move out of the house. I had lived there all my life, and I knew all the land around it like I knew the back of my hand. I used to explore the forest when I was young, and play with my few friends, but as I grew older I spent less and less time in the forest, because I was always so busy taking care of Mother and other things. It was hard living alone with my mother, for she was always weak and needed to be taken care of all the time. I couldin't leave the house for more than an hour without returning home due to my worry for my mother. She always told me not to worry about her, and to go out and have a good time, but I couldin't force myself to do it. The youkai children of my villiage would often laugh at me when they say me hurry home. 'There goes Inu Yasha running off to take care of his weak, dying, human mother! How pathedic!' they would yell at me as I headed home. I never did anything about it, though, because if my mother found out that I had been fighting with the other children she would be upset and worried, and I didn't want that.
I sat down in front of my fireplace, my knees scrunched up to my chest. I had lit a fire, even though it wasn't perticularly cold outside. The sound of rain echoed in my ears from outside as if poued from the sky in sheets. It was a dreary night, one that I did not like to be by myslef on. If I were younger, and my mother were still alive, I would of been cuddling up next to her in her bed, covering my ears as thunder rolled from the sky. But since I was older now, and my mother was dead, I simply sat down in front of a dimming fire, rocking back and forth all by myself. My mother had once told me that if you rocked back and forth in slow, short movements, it meant that you were feeling scared and unaware of what to do. She said that unborn children sway back and forth inside their mothers before they are born, and that is why you do it when you're scared, because it's natural. I spent a lot of that night thinking about what I was going to do next with my life, if I was going to use the Shikon no Tama or not, and if I had it in me to kill my father. I knew that it was a horrible sin to kill your parents, espicially your father. Fathers took pride in having a son, and it was said to be a blessing if you had a son. But then again, my father had often shunned down on me and hated me because I was only half a demon, meaning half power. Power... That's what all demons wanted. They would die for power, give their souls for power, do anything for power. It was sick, really, wasting your life to earn respect from strangers because you had killed more people then they had, and had forced more humans around then the other youkai. Sometimes when my father had friends over and my mother was gone, I would hear he and his friends bragging about all the 'great' things they had done. They'd say things like 'I killed an army of human soldiers travelling to a kingdom somewhere' or 'I slaid a human woman earlier because she would not move out of my way.' U would often wonder about the meaning of killing people, and why it brough demons so much joy. They all had a passion for killing things, and bragged about it all the time. I suddenly understood why my mother never wanted me to kill; she didn't want me to sink down to the other demon's level. She didn't want me to take pride in something as horrible as killing. And personally, I didn't want to take pride in something as horrible as that, either.
Later that night, I laid down in my mother's old bed. I could hear rain pounding down on my roof, even leaking in the house at times. A small candle was the only thing ommiting light, and it was sitting about a yard away from me. No stars were visable in the sky, and the moons light was very little. It was a lonely night for me, and a worrysome one at that. I stared at the Shikon no Tama that was laid down a few feet away from me. It's creamy pinkish color shined through the dark night, sending off magical and powerful vibes. The jewel still smelled of Kyozame, and a bunch of other demons that I did not know. It also smelled faintly of Kikyo... I rolled over onto my stomach, yawning. I slowly closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off into sleep.
~*Dream*~
"Wake up, Inu Yasha, or you'll be late with meeting your friends... It's a lovely day..." a sweet, gentle voice drifted into my ears, gently easing me from my sleep. I could hear the faint creaking of an old rocking chair tilting back and forth. I slowly opened my eyes, blinded by the morning sun. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked behind me to see my mother sitting in her old rocking chair, peacefully humming a soft tune to herself. "Good morning, sleepy head. I see you're finally up. I've been calling you for several minutes now." I nodded, and slowly stood up, "I'm sorry, I had a long day yesterday. How are you feeling today, Okaasan?" She smiled her lovely sorrowful smile, "I'm fine. Promise me you won't ruin your day with your friends by worrying about me, okay? I can manage a day alone by myself." I sighed, "alright, Okaasan, I won't worry. I'll only be out for a few hours, anyways." She laughed, "you're like an adult, Inu Yasha, worrying constantly about things you can't change. I want you to have fun, and enjoy being young." I nodded, "yeah, okay. Well, I'm going to get ready now, okay?" She smiled, stood up and walked out of the room.
Later that day, I heard a knocking at the door. I quickly walked over, knowing it was my friends. I opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake my mother who was sleeping in the corner. My friends Yozora and Kazuhiko stood in the doorway, smiling. They were both full blood demons, their parents being friends with my father. Yozora was 9, and Kazuhiko was the same age as me, 10. "Hey Inu Yasha, what's up?" Kazuhiko asked. "Ah, nothing much. What're we gonna do today, anyways?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe we can go hang out around the village or something," Yozora said, sighing. Personally I hated going to the village, I hated how other people treated me there. Nevertheless, I nonchalantly agreed, not wanting to seem weird. Kazuhiko pointed to my mother sleeping in the corner. "Who's that?" he asked. "My... Okaasan..." I said, afraid of what they would say to me. Yozora sniffed the air, "but, she's human. You're a youkai, aren't you, Inu Yasha?" I shook my head slowly, "no... I'm a hanyo." Kazuhiko and Yozora snickered in unison. "Hanyo? A hanyo? How pathedic!" Kazuhiko laughed. I let out a small growl, clenching my fists. "You shut up. Both of you," I said, snarling. "What're you gonna do, hanyo?" Yozora asked, mockingly. I slowly shut the door to my house, making me stand outside next to my two 'friends'. I outstretched my claws, feeling then digging into the skin on my hands. "Hanyo!" the two chanted, over and over again. Not being able to control my anger anymore, I grabbed both the boys by the necks, Kazuhiko's neck in my right fist, and Yozora in my left. I let my claws dig into their skin a little bit, making the boys wince in pain. "Never, and I mean never, insult me again. Or you both shall die." I let them go, watching them hurriedly run away. I never saw either of them again.
(:A.N:) That chapter was a little longer then usual, so I'm happy! Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW! Please? Please? Pleaseeeeeeee? Arigato! -Mae-
(:A.N:) Hello! I'm sorry I haven't written a chapter in a few days but I've been really busy! Yesterday, for my class trip, I went to Universal Studios Islands of Aventure and I had sooo much fun! It raines *poured, actually* for a good 3 hours, so my friend and I went around singing annoying loud songs. (OK, so Morning Musume's song 'Popcorn Love' isn't that annoying, but when I yell it it can be...) Anyways, I slipped and fell and I think I broke my butt! lol I know thats not possible but oh well... Also I ate a lot of sushi at a restaruant that claimed to be Japanese but was actually Chinese with a sushi bar... (The kanji on the door said 'Chinese food' but I didn't notice...) Oh well. Well, enough stupid talking and on to chapter twenty-six!
Haunting Me in Dreams
Chapter Twenty-Six : Power
By : Feng Shui Goddess
It had been almost a week since Sango had left me, and I was back at my home again. My life seemed so different without either Kikyo, Sango, or my mother around, and I wasn't used to it. I was often restless and didn't know what to do with my time. Part of me felt very lonely, but another part of me was content and happy. My home was so lovely; the weather was always nice and the sky blue, the songs of birds always echoing in the sky. The more time I spent alone there, the more I knew why my mother had always loved it. Even after Father left us, she never wanted to leave our land and our home, even though I had suggested it many times. I was sad without Father in the house with us, his scent drifted in the air inside the house, and I could smell him everywhere. Of course my mother didn't notice his smell, for she was human, but if she were a hanyo or a demon she would have certainly wanted to move out of the house. I had lived there all my life, and I knew all the land around it like I knew the back of my hand. I used to explore the forest when I was young, and play with my few friends, but as I grew older I spent less and less time in the forest, because I was always so busy taking care of Mother and other things. It was hard living alone with my mother, for she was always weak and needed to be taken care of all the time. I couldin't leave the house for more than an hour without returning home due to my worry for my mother. She always told me not to worry about her, and to go out and have a good time, but I couldin't force myself to do it. The youkai children of my villiage would often laugh at me when they say me hurry home. 'There goes Inu Yasha running off to take care of his weak, dying, human mother! How pathedic!' they would yell at me as I headed home. I never did anything about it, though, because if my mother found out that I had been fighting with the other children she would be upset and worried, and I didn't want that.
I sat down in front of my fireplace, my knees scrunched up to my chest. I had lit a fire, even though it wasn't perticularly cold outside. The sound of rain echoed in my ears from outside as if poued from the sky in sheets. It was a dreary night, one that I did not like to be by myslef on. If I were younger, and my mother were still alive, I would of been cuddling up next to her in her bed, covering my ears as thunder rolled from the sky. But since I was older now, and my mother was dead, I simply sat down in front of a dimming fire, rocking back and forth all by myself. My mother had once told me that if you rocked back and forth in slow, short movements, it meant that you were feeling scared and unaware of what to do. She said that unborn children sway back and forth inside their mothers before they are born, and that is why you do it when you're scared, because it's natural. I spent a lot of that night thinking about what I was going to do next with my life, if I was going to use the Shikon no Tama or not, and if I had it in me to kill my father. I knew that it was a horrible sin to kill your parents, espicially your father. Fathers took pride in having a son, and it was said to be a blessing if you had a son. But then again, my father had often shunned down on me and hated me because I was only half a demon, meaning half power. Power... That's what all demons wanted. They would die for power, give their souls for power, do anything for power. It was sick, really, wasting your life to earn respect from strangers because you had killed more people then they had, and had forced more humans around then the other youkai. Sometimes when my father had friends over and my mother was gone, I would hear he and his friends bragging about all the 'great' things they had done. They'd say things like 'I killed an army of human soldiers travelling to a kingdom somewhere' or 'I slaid a human woman earlier because she would not move out of my way.' U would often wonder about the meaning of killing people, and why it brough demons so much joy. They all had a passion for killing things, and bragged about it all the time. I suddenly understood why my mother never wanted me to kill; she didn't want me to sink down to the other demon's level. She didn't want me to take pride in something as horrible as killing. And personally, I didn't want to take pride in something as horrible as that, either.
Later that night, I laid down in my mother's old bed. I could hear rain pounding down on my roof, even leaking in the house at times. A small candle was the only thing ommiting light, and it was sitting about a yard away from me. No stars were visable in the sky, and the moons light was very little. It was a lonely night for me, and a worrysome one at that. I stared at the Shikon no Tama that was laid down a few feet away from me. It's creamy pinkish color shined through the dark night, sending off magical and powerful vibes. The jewel still smelled of Kyozame, and a bunch of other demons that I did not know. It also smelled faintly of Kikyo... I rolled over onto my stomach, yawning. I slowly closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off into sleep.
~*Dream*~
"Wake up, Inu Yasha, or you'll be late with meeting your friends... It's a lovely day..." a sweet, gentle voice drifted into my ears, gently easing me from my sleep. I could hear the faint creaking of an old rocking chair tilting back and forth. I slowly opened my eyes, blinded by the morning sun. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked behind me to see my mother sitting in her old rocking chair, peacefully humming a soft tune to herself. "Good morning, sleepy head. I see you're finally up. I've been calling you for several minutes now." I nodded, and slowly stood up, "I'm sorry, I had a long day yesterday. How are you feeling today, Okaasan?" She smiled her lovely sorrowful smile, "I'm fine. Promise me you won't ruin your day with your friends by worrying about me, okay? I can manage a day alone by myself." I sighed, "alright, Okaasan, I won't worry. I'll only be out for a few hours, anyways." She laughed, "you're like an adult, Inu Yasha, worrying constantly about things you can't change. I want you to have fun, and enjoy being young." I nodded, "yeah, okay. Well, I'm going to get ready now, okay?" She smiled, stood up and walked out of the room.
Later that day, I heard a knocking at the door. I quickly walked over, knowing it was my friends. I opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake my mother who was sleeping in the corner. My friends Yozora and Kazuhiko stood in the doorway, smiling. They were both full blood demons, their parents being friends with my father. Yozora was 9, and Kazuhiko was the same age as me, 10. "Hey Inu Yasha, what's up?" Kazuhiko asked. "Ah, nothing much. What're we gonna do today, anyways?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe we can go hang out around the village or something," Yozora said, sighing. Personally I hated going to the village, I hated how other people treated me there. Nevertheless, I nonchalantly agreed, not wanting to seem weird. Kazuhiko pointed to my mother sleeping in the corner. "Who's that?" he asked. "My... Okaasan..." I said, afraid of what they would say to me. Yozora sniffed the air, "but, she's human. You're a youkai, aren't you, Inu Yasha?" I shook my head slowly, "no... I'm a hanyo." Kazuhiko and Yozora snickered in unison. "Hanyo? A hanyo? How pathedic!" Kazuhiko laughed. I let out a small growl, clenching my fists. "You shut up. Both of you," I said, snarling. "What're you gonna do, hanyo?" Yozora asked, mockingly. I slowly shut the door to my house, making me stand outside next to my two 'friends'. I outstretched my claws, feeling then digging into the skin on my hands. "Hanyo!" the two chanted, over and over again. Not being able to control my anger anymore, I grabbed both the boys by the necks, Kazuhiko's neck in my right fist, and Yozora in my left. I let my claws dig into their skin a little bit, making the boys wince in pain. "Never, and I mean never, insult me again. Or you both shall die." I let them go, watching them hurriedly run away. I never saw either of them again.
(:A.N:) That chapter was a little longer then usual, so I'm happy! Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW! Please? Please? Pleaseeeeeeee? Arigato! -Mae-