Okay, this chapter is a little tiny bit longer than usual. I hope you enjoy it, for those angst lovers. And before the crazed Inuyasha fans leap all over me, I have to say he will survive. It ruins the chapter a bitmopes but I would rather be moping than mangled. Enjoy......
Chapter eight
dying
Inuyasha groaned, his head pounding. He was in a tree. What? What the heck was he doing here? Lord, his head hurt. And where was Kagome? He couldnt smell her anywhere. He couldnt smell anything for that matter.
It was dark. He sat up, in the process banging his head painfully on a tree branch. The sudden, unexpected pain, though nothing compared to previous experiances, cleared the last cobwebs from his brain.
He was human, that was obvious. He had been captured after Miroku...arghhh. He wished his head would stop hurting so much. He was a human. He hated the new moon, but there was nothing he could do about it. Come to think of it, the sun should have risen a while ago.
"Inuyasha."
Inuyasha tried to stand, but in doing so, felt the world aound him shift and lurch.
In seconds the tempermental man realized that he was standing, and that was why he had had no success in standing before. He was bound, but it was so dark he couldnt see what he was bound with.
Darn these human eyes! Inuyasha fumed. He couldnt see anything and would be so unbeleivable grateful for morning.
Morning. That thought jolted him into the realization that he might never see morning. That this prolonged transformation might be his last. It made him aware of the dire situation he was in.
He was human. That was a fact. Keh. Inuyasha was frustrated. It wasnt like him to do that terribly much thinking, but if - wait.
Wait.
What was he doing?! Naraku had spoken, obviously challenging him, and his mind was wandering. He struggled to move, but couldnt. He struggled to speak, but couldnt. Naraku! How had he done this? Kaede-Baba will know. Ill ask her later... His mind was wandering again.
In the deep recesses of his heart, he knew he was dying. He became vaguely aware that it was only shock that kept away the waves of nausea.
Chapter eight
dying
Inuyasha groaned, his head pounding. He was in a tree. What? What the heck was he doing here? Lord, his head hurt. And where was Kagome? He couldnt smell her anywhere. He couldnt smell anything for that matter.
It was dark. He sat up, in the process banging his head painfully on a tree branch. The sudden, unexpected pain, though nothing compared to previous experiances, cleared the last cobwebs from his brain.
He was human, that was obvious. He had been captured after Miroku...arghhh. He wished his head would stop hurting so much. He was a human. He hated the new moon, but there was nothing he could do about it. Come to think of it, the sun should have risen a while ago.
"Inuyasha."
Inuyasha tried to stand, but in doing so, felt the world aound him shift and lurch.
In seconds the tempermental man realized that he was standing, and that was why he had had no success in standing before. He was bound, but it was so dark he couldnt see what he was bound with.
Darn these human eyes! Inuyasha fumed. He couldnt see anything and would be so unbeleivable grateful for morning.
Morning. That thought jolted him into the realization that he might never see morning. That this prolonged transformation might be his last. It made him aware of the dire situation he was in.
He was human. That was a fact. Keh. Inuyasha was frustrated. It wasnt like him to do that terribly much thinking, but if - wait.
Wait.
What was he doing?! Naraku had spoken, obviously challenging him, and his mind was wandering. He struggled to move, but couldnt. He struggled to speak, but couldnt. Naraku! How had he done this? Kaede-Baba will know. Ill ask her later... His mind was wandering again.
In the deep recesses of his heart, he knew he was dying. He became vaguely aware that it was only shock that kept away the waves of nausea.