Rumiko Takahashi owns Inu-Yasha, not me.*sobs* LOL ^^
My Own Inu-Yasha Adventure: Chapter 5
Here it is, the final chapter to my Inu-Yasha adventure. This is the one you've all been waiting for and the end of it all. Afterwards I might put up my other Inu-fic with my friends and I in it, it's pretty funny in their opinion, but I'm wandering from the subject.
Naraku was silent. From what I could tell he was still gazing into the flames. I didn't think he would say anything at all, then he surprised me and did what I thought he wouldn't.
"My story begins. . .more than fifty years ago. . ." Naraku started, "on a rainy day, just like this one. . .I was a mere child, abandoned and helpless, lost in a muddy street. The village I was in had been raided by demons only moments earlier and I was the only known survivor. Lying in the road were the bloody, mangled corpses of the recent villagers. Blood mingled with mud, intensifying the sight's horrificness. Blood. . .random body parts lying about. . .half-eaten corpses. . .destruction. . .desolation. . .I will never forget that day. . .no matter how hard I try. . ."
"I know. . .it must have been horrible. . ." I told him, not moving from where I sat, pressed against his warm back.
". . ." Naraku quickly glanced at me, then returned his stare to the flames and continued. "I was an orphan anyway, what did I care if the village was burning and everyone had died? What did I care if I had nowhere to go? I didn't have anywhere to go in the first place. . .but I did care. . .I wondered why they had not killed me. . .Why they had not torn out my heart as they had the rest. . .This was the beginning of my evil turn. . .I wandered about, alone. . .afraid. . .and without adequate supplies of food and water. . .Everywhere I went I kept hearing the same thing. . .'Get out of here you little rat!' or 'Filthy kid! Scram!' I couldn't go anywhere. . .there was nowhere for a child such as myself. . .and then I met her. . .A sweet woman. . .with long blond hair and blue eyes. . .I was crying one day, somewhere in some forest and she heard me. Wondering what it was, she searched and found me. Comforting me, she asked, 'What's wrong? I know, you're hungry, aren't you?' She took me in. . .gave me a home. . .I thought nothing could go wrong. . .but that was a mistake. A month later, while I was returning to her house from the markets, I heard her scream. I dropped the bags in my hands and ran inside to find a band of thieves vandalizing the house with her held at sword point. I was afraid. . .I didn't know what to do. . .and then they saw me. . .'Leave him alone! Please!' the woman cried hysterically. The men ignored her. One of them took me by the collar of my robes, then threw me against the wall. Next, he drew his sword and advanced towards me. 'No! Let the boy live!' the woman cried, 'Let him leave!' The men laughed and ignored her. The one who had thrown me against the wall ignored her as well and advanced still towards me. The woman broke from her captive's hold and ran over to shield me. 'Stupid bitch!' the one advancing replied, then he took her by the shoulder, spun her around, and slit he throat. . .Blood spilled over her kimono, over her murderer, and over me. . .Her corpse fell to the ground before me. . .that's when I snapped. . .She had kept a sword around, and I knew where it was hidden. I ran, ran for my life, with the thieves chasing after me. They were too slow, though. I reached the sword before they could stop me and started to attack. I don't know what happened afterward, just that they were suddenly dead before me. I shook in fright, dropping the sword, and then I ran. I didn't know what else to do. . ."
". . .Naraku. . ." I didn't know what else to say. "I'm. . .so sorry. . ." I tightened my embrace.
"Don't be. . ." Naraku told me. "I ran. . .terrified. . .away from my fears and troubles. . .like a scared baby kitsune. . .abandoned and alone. . .but I only found myself running into more trouble. I ran into an army of demons. They found my talent with swords useful to their purposes. I joined them in vandalizing villages, murdering innocent people, and burning cities to the ground. Soon I lost all sense of emotion, nothing bothered me. . ."
". . .Except the death of her. . ." I finished. "It must have been. . .so hard. . ."
"Like I said, 'I lost all sense of emotion,'" he told me, but I knew this was a bit of a lie. "I remained with these demons until their army was wiped out by an army of demon exterminators. They took me in, a scrawny teenage boy, and gave me a position in their army. I grew into a well-fighting warrior. It was fifty years ago when there was a major battle between the exterminators and a band of demons. By then I knew about the sacred shikon-no-tama and its abilities and my heart only became more tainted. We went into battle and lost. I was the only one left standing of the exterminators, sweating and breathing heavily, as I glanced at the mangled, bloody, and muddy corpses on the ground. Before I knew it, the demons were upon me, breathing their fiery flames of death. My cries for help and my pleas for them to stay away were all in vain. The next thing I know is that I'm in this cave in the care of Kikyo. . .I'm sure you know the rest. . ."
I didn't reply.
There was silence for a long while. Neither of us talked and neither of us moved. The only sound was the crackling of the flaming wood. Then, Naraku turning in my embrace and, soon, was the one embracing. I didn't know how to react. This was very. . .and there are no other words that come to mind to describe it. . .un-Naraku-like. . .What was I supposed to do but embrace him in return? Soon he was shuddering, then I felt tears falling upon my near naked shoulders. Naraku was crying. . .
"Naraku. . .my dear Naraku. . ." I stroked the long black hair of the half-demon.
Soon after, I fell asleep in the half-demon's arms. I tried my best not to, but succumbed to it amazingly willingly.
I awoke sometime late in the afternoon the next day, from what I could tell; again, I found myself alone. The fire had fully died now and the sun shone through the breaking clouds. It was quiet, silence now broken only birdsong, and peaceful. I felt better, my headache gone; as was the fever.
I closed my eyes for a moment in the sweet serenity. I felt at peace, but there was a longing inside for home. I wanted to go home, now, so badly. It was true that I also wanted to stay. . .to remain by Naraku's side, but I very much so just wanted to go home. . .to sleep one night more in my bed, then return.
Naraku stepped in with a couple of fish in hand. He walked over to me and rest a hand upon my forehead and was silent still.
"Seems you're better now," he told me, preparing another fire. "Good. You can return home."
"Yes. . .home. . ." I sat, "but I don't feel right leaving without giving my name. . .I have yet to tell it to you. . .It's Sakura. . ."
"Nice to have met you. . .Sakura. . ." Naraku told me. "Hope you like fish."
'Sakura. . .' the word replayed in my mind.
"I. . .love fish," I told him as he started to clean the dead creatures.
"After you eat, I shall escort you back to the well. . ." Naraku added.
"Yes. . .okay. . ." I replied.
"You must vow never to return here. . ." Naraku told me as if he knew I had the urge to return. . .to remain beside him. . .
"I. . ." I started, but knew this was right, "I will not return. . ." My eyes were closed and my head was facing downward at an angle.
Nothing more was said as Naraku finished cooking the fish in silence; then we ate in the same silence. I was too tired, still, to speak, and I don't know about Naraku, who does except himself?
Afterward, Naraku led me to the well. There were absolutely no interruptions and all was silent. At the well, we just stood facing each other while averting our gazes from each other.
". . .Bye, then. . ." I turned to face the well, preparing to jump into my own time.
"Wait!" Naraku stopped me.
I turned, finding myself face-to-face with the dark-eyed demon. For a moment I thought he would kiss me, then he said, "Don't mention this to anyone," after averting his gaze.
"I won't," I told him, also averting my gaze. "Good bye. . .Naraku. . ."
I jumped and was soon transported back to my own time. I climbed from the well and headed home, Naraku still on my mind; I couldn't stop thinking of him, no matter what I did. I fell asleep that night dreaming about him and his terrible past. What he had told me would leave an imprint in my life and changed the way I looked at people forever; nothing would be able to destroy the painful memory.
The next morning, when I awoke, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote:
"To See Into the Heart of a Villain
To see into the heart of a villain
Is to see true pain and sadness itself. . .
What comes from within. . .
Is something that will tear our hearts to pieces. . .
They have suffered more than we imagine. . .
More than anyone can imagine. . ."
Let me not that I do not know what truly happened to my dear Naraku before he was housed in the cave by Kikyo, but I guess you already knew that. LOL =^^= I just love Naraku, that's all. Call me crazy, but being evil makes 'em all the cuter. Another great example of this is, who else but, Sesshoumaru!! XD Anyway, thanx for your reviews 'n stuff, maybe there'll be a sequel, I dunno yet. I haven't figured anything good out. Until next we meet!!!
-Sakura =^_^=
My Own Inu-Yasha Adventure: Chapter 5
Here it is, the final chapter to my Inu-Yasha adventure. This is the one you've all been waiting for and the end of it all. Afterwards I might put up my other Inu-fic with my friends and I in it, it's pretty funny in their opinion, but I'm wandering from the subject.
Naraku was silent. From what I could tell he was still gazing into the flames. I didn't think he would say anything at all, then he surprised me and did what I thought he wouldn't.
"My story begins. . .more than fifty years ago. . ." Naraku started, "on a rainy day, just like this one. . .I was a mere child, abandoned and helpless, lost in a muddy street. The village I was in had been raided by demons only moments earlier and I was the only known survivor. Lying in the road were the bloody, mangled corpses of the recent villagers. Blood mingled with mud, intensifying the sight's horrificness. Blood. . .random body parts lying about. . .half-eaten corpses. . .destruction. . .desolation. . .I will never forget that day. . .no matter how hard I try. . ."
"I know. . .it must have been horrible. . ." I told him, not moving from where I sat, pressed against his warm back.
". . ." Naraku quickly glanced at me, then returned his stare to the flames and continued. "I was an orphan anyway, what did I care if the village was burning and everyone had died? What did I care if I had nowhere to go? I didn't have anywhere to go in the first place. . .but I did care. . .I wondered why they had not killed me. . .Why they had not torn out my heart as they had the rest. . .This was the beginning of my evil turn. . .I wandered about, alone. . .afraid. . .and without adequate supplies of food and water. . .Everywhere I went I kept hearing the same thing. . .'Get out of here you little rat!' or 'Filthy kid! Scram!' I couldn't go anywhere. . .there was nowhere for a child such as myself. . .and then I met her. . .A sweet woman. . .with long blond hair and blue eyes. . .I was crying one day, somewhere in some forest and she heard me. Wondering what it was, she searched and found me. Comforting me, she asked, 'What's wrong? I know, you're hungry, aren't you?' She took me in. . .gave me a home. . .I thought nothing could go wrong. . .but that was a mistake. A month later, while I was returning to her house from the markets, I heard her scream. I dropped the bags in my hands and ran inside to find a band of thieves vandalizing the house with her held at sword point. I was afraid. . .I didn't know what to do. . .and then they saw me. . .'Leave him alone! Please!' the woman cried hysterically. The men ignored her. One of them took me by the collar of my robes, then threw me against the wall. Next, he drew his sword and advanced towards me. 'No! Let the boy live!' the woman cried, 'Let him leave!' The men laughed and ignored her. The one who had thrown me against the wall ignored her as well and advanced still towards me. The woman broke from her captive's hold and ran over to shield me. 'Stupid bitch!' the one advancing replied, then he took her by the shoulder, spun her around, and slit he throat. . .Blood spilled over her kimono, over her murderer, and over me. . .Her corpse fell to the ground before me. . .that's when I snapped. . .She had kept a sword around, and I knew where it was hidden. I ran, ran for my life, with the thieves chasing after me. They were too slow, though. I reached the sword before they could stop me and started to attack. I don't know what happened afterward, just that they were suddenly dead before me. I shook in fright, dropping the sword, and then I ran. I didn't know what else to do. . ."
". . .Naraku. . ." I didn't know what else to say. "I'm. . .so sorry. . ." I tightened my embrace.
"Don't be. . ." Naraku told me. "I ran. . .terrified. . .away from my fears and troubles. . .like a scared baby kitsune. . .abandoned and alone. . .but I only found myself running into more trouble. I ran into an army of demons. They found my talent with swords useful to their purposes. I joined them in vandalizing villages, murdering innocent people, and burning cities to the ground. Soon I lost all sense of emotion, nothing bothered me. . ."
". . .Except the death of her. . ." I finished. "It must have been. . .so hard. . ."
"Like I said, 'I lost all sense of emotion,'" he told me, but I knew this was a bit of a lie. "I remained with these demons until their army was wiped out by an army of demon exterminators. They took me in, a scrawny teenage boy, and gave me a position in their army. I grew into a well-fighting warrior. It was fifty years ago when there was a major battle between the exterminators and a band of demons. By then I knew about the sacred shikon-no-tama and its abilities and my heart only became more tainted. We went into battle and lost. I was the only one left standing of the exterminators, sweating and breathing heavily, as I glanced at the mangled, bloody, and muddy corpses on the ground. Before I knew it, the demons were upon me, breathing their fiery flames of death. My cries for help and my pleas for them to stay away were all in vain. The next thing I know is that I'm in this cave in the care of Kikyo. . .I'm sure you know the rest. . ."
I didn't reply.
There was silence for a long while. Neither of us talked and neither of us moved. The only sound was the crackling of the flaming wood. Then, Naraku turning in my embrace and, soon, was the one embracing. I didn't know how to react. This was very. . .and there are no other words that come to mind to describe it. . .un-Naraku-like. . .What was I supposed to do but embrace him in return? Soon he was shuddering, then I felt tears falling upon my near naked shoulders. Naraku was crying. . .
"Naraku. . .my dear Naraku. . ." I stroked the long black hair of the half-demon.
Soon after, I fell asleep in the half-demon's arms. I tried my best not to, but succumbed to it amazingly willingly.
I awoke sometime late in the afternoon the next day, from what I could tell; again, I found myself alone. The fire had fully died now and the sun shone through the breaking clouds. It was quiet, silence now broken only birdsong, and peaceful. I felt better, my headache gone; as was the fever.
I closed my eyes for a moment in the sweet serenity. I felt at peace, but there was a longing inside for home. I wanted to go home, now, so badly. It was true that I also wanted to stay. . .to remain by Naraku's side, but I very much so just wanted to go home. . .to sleep one night more in my bed, then return.
Naraku stepped in with a couple of fish in hand. He walked over to me and rest a hand upon my forehead and was silent still.
"Seems you're better now," he told me, preparing another fire. "Good. You can return home."
"Yes. . .home. . ." I sat, "but I don't feel right leaving without giving my name. . .I have yet to tell it to you. . .It's Sakura. . ."
"Nice to have met you. . .Sakura. . ." Naraku told me. "Hope you like fish."
'Sakura. . .' the word replayed in my mind.
"I. . .love fish," I told him as he started to clean the dead creatures.
"After you eat, I shall escort you back to the well. . ." Naraku added.
"Yes. . .okay. . ." I replied.
"You must vow never to return here. . ." Naraku told me as if he knew I had the urge to return. . .to remain beside him. . .
"I. . ." I started, but knew this was right, "I will not return. . ." My eyes were closed and my head was facing downward at an angle.
Nothing more was said as Naraku finished cooking the fish in silence; then we ate in the same silence. I was too tired, still, to speak, and I don't know about Naraku, who does except himself?
Afterward, Naraku led me to the well. There were absolutely no interruptions and all was silent. At the well, we just stood facing each other while averting our gazes from each other.
". . .Bye, then. . ." I turned to face the well, preparing to jump into my own time.
"Wait!" Naraku stopped me.
I turned, finding myself face-to-face with the dark-eyed demon. For a moment I thought he would kiss me, then he said, "Don't mention this to anyone," after averting his gaze.
"I won't," I told him, also averting my gaze. "Good bye. . .Naraku. . ."
I jumped and was soon transported back to my own time. I climbed from the well and headed home, Naraku still on my mind; I couldn't stop thinking of him, no matter what I did. I fell asleep that night dreaming about him and his terrible past. What he had told me would leave an imprint in my life and changed the way I looked at people forever; nothing would be able to destroy the painful memory.
The next morning, when I awoke, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote:
"To See Into the Heart of a Villain
To see into the heart of a villain
Is to see true pain and sadness itself. . .
What comes from within. . .
Is something that will tear our hearts to pieces. . .
They have suffered more than we imagine. . .
More than anyone can imagine. . ."
Let me not that I do not know what truly happened to my dear Naraku before he was housed in the cave by Kikyo, but I guess you already knew that. LOL =^^= I just love Naraku, that's all. Call me crazy, but being evil makes 'em all the cuter. Another great example of this is, who else but, Sesshoumaru!! XD Anyway, thanx for your reviews 'n stuff, maybe there'll be a sequel, I dunno yet. I haven't figured anything good out. Until next we meet!!!
-Sakura =^_^=