He tried to go down the well, honestly he tried. He high-tailed it for the ledge as if Souta and Kagome's mother were after him for retribution...which he wondered why they hadn't dished out yet. He gave a half-hearted look over his shoulder to the grounds through the doorway before jumping in. Before the magic could swallow him up, a claw suddenly shot out and pierced wood, getting massive splinters, but keeping him in the future.
He was suddenly so panicked at the thought of going back... He vaulted off the side and ran to Goshinboku and sat on a high branch. There was nothing he could do but watch and listen over the shrine, but he felt compelled to stay. Inu nature perhaps? He was definitely loyal to Kagome, and the thought of leaving her like this he didn't like.
It was so stupid – Kagome was dead. He was slowly coming to grips with himself, but it was hard. A lot still denied it, one of the many reasons he couldn't make himself leave. He remained in the same spot, the same position...listening to her family's grief until after the sun went down and they slept.
He watched the moon with dull, sad eyes, following its trail over muted lights from light poles. He was getting tired from this piling on him, hungry from not eating in a few days, and thirsty. But it was a small thing to overlook given the ultimate reason.
It was almost dawn by the time he bothered a thought of leaving his spot and venturing another glance. If it was anyone else, he would've berated them on not being able to let go, but he had so little time left. He never kept up with Buddhist traditions, didn't even know if Kagome was, but humans never left the dead untended to for long.
He hopped down and made for the window, feeling bad for going inside the house when not invited. Sure he did without many times to Kagome's room, but he always knew she never minded. Even when they were fighting...he could sense a small spark of happiness at him being near...
The smell of death rushed out as the window inched a crack and a sleeve went to his nose. The herbs stuffed in her wound smelled too, but covered little of it. It was a punch in the gut to stare at her and associate that kind of stench.
He stood over her, seeing she hadn't been moved since he put her here yesterday. He took Tessaiga out and angled it against her nightstand, slowly kneeling and taking a hand. It was heavy and hard to intertwine in his fingers and his jaw clenched.
"I hate to see you this way. Even when Kikyou took your soul for that brief bit of time you were never this bad." His head bowed near her, moving hand to rest of over his head. "This one time...if you open your eyes...I'll let you pet my ears. Just this once mind you, don't think you can get away with doing it as much as you used to. Just...open your eyes for me...tanum..."
Her silence and stillness ate at nativity without mercy. His denial crumbled and with it came defeated tears.
He gave a meek cry, face pressing into her mattress to keep quiet. "Why...why you?? I would've given any part of my body and lived with that handicap if it kept you alive. Why wasn't I faster?? What did you do to deserve this?! The gods should've taken me! Kikyou already cursed me once...I would've gladly taken eternal sleep than being here without you..."
His shoulders shook a few times before a quiet squeaking came to his ears. He shot up with a gasp, berating himself for being so preoccupied, and dumbly stared at Kagome's mother in the doorway. A hand covered her mouth, tears streaking her face.
"Yahari..." She whispered, taking a few steps inside. "I didn't know what to think...when I saw you two. But I know now you wouldn't have let it happen if you could've stopped it."
He looked to Kagome, forgetting his tears, figuring the woman couldn't see them in the darkness. "I wouldn't let anything happen to Kagome. I never wanted any of THIS to happen."
He solemnly looked up when the mother stood above him. He gave her a glance before she kneeled and a hand extended. He was too curious at what she'd do to move and was mildly taken aback when soft skin touched cheek. He blinked in shock, heart aching at the motherly comfort she provided by that simple caress. The woman wiped away his tears on both sides and he let her, too preoccupied in wondering why she was being so nice.
Lips tilted as she stared. "I know you would've protected her." Hands went to his and cupped one, looking to it. He wanted to flinch back, feeling like a monster he was. He was shocked again when the back of his hand was rubbed against cheek. "You're very strong, but gentle with her. I knew the second I saw you in our kitchen so long ago...and the way you held her when you came. I harbor no ill will toward you for this." Aged brown glittered. "Kagome was a strong person. She was very smart and knew the right decisions to make. I am proud of her for everything she's done in her life. If you must dwell on something, dwell on those things. Think of all the brave things she's done while with you."
His jaw clenched and he quickly looked to Kagome to keep his tears hidden. He wanted to say something, but couldn't get words past. He wasn't good with words as he was his sword.
An ear twitched when movement outside the room came. He looked over in time to find youthful brown staring. "Inu-niichan..."
All he could manage was a small nod in acknowledgement. Gold followed the boy as he slowly plodded in a step.
"Ah, Souta...you need to be in bed. You need your sleep."
"Okaasan...may I talk with Inu-niichan for a second?"
He was curious as to what Souta had to say and stood. "It's okay...I'll make sure he doesn't stay up long." He met brown and got a nod before the mother left the room, quietly clicking the door shut behind her.
Souta stopped next to him in front of the bed and looked down. He eyed the boy in silence, casting a few looks to Kagome. Finally, Souta's head bowed, eyes closing. "Neesan was...brave, ne?"
He nodded. "Aa. The bravest ningen I ever saw." Of course he wasn't counting Miroku or Sango, but Souta didn't need to know about that.
"Yokatta... Ano ne, Inu-niichan...what happened?"
Gold met serious brown. He considered divulging scraps of battle, knowing Souta wanted to know how Kagome died, but Souta was still a boy. He cast a small look to Kagome. "That's not something you should be asking. You're too young for –"
A tiny hand gripped his sleeve. "Onegai...I'm only a child, but Kagome was my neesan. Can't you say a few things?"
He didn't want to give in, but figured it might help. Gold looked to pale skin and ebony. "She was injured during our final battle with Naraku...the main enemy to the shikon. She fought the best I've ever seen. You should be proud of her."
"I am. I was always proud of neesan...being able to juggle two lives. I'll never be able to measure up, but I can try."
It was a sudden decision, but it felt right. He went with his gut and grabbed Tessaiga. He stared at the frayed edges of the hilt, the dull, black casing he always treated roughly. Such a magnificent he really do this??
With a small shake, he faced the boy and extended his hand. "This is Tessaiga...I give it to you to protect from now on. You'll never be able to live the way Kagome did, she was special. But you can never let any living hanyou or youkai try to possess this sword. This is important; I'm counting on you to keep it safe. If I live through the ages, I'll come back for it."
Souta's face lit up as the sword was exchanged. "Hai! Yakusoku - I'll keep it well hidden and guard it with my life!"
A clawed hand plopped on shaggy brown in an affectionate gesture. "I know you will. Be sure you keep that kind of strength with you through your life." He managed a small grin before giving Kagome his attention.
It was time to go...his heart was saying he had no place here with Kagome's family anymore. He never belonged with them and was overstaying his welcome by their grace. He turned toward the window and hopped to the sill.
"Ah! Inu-niichan -"
He turned and looked back. "Oboeteite." Without giving Souta a chance to answer, he jumped away and made for the well again.
After landing on his own time, he didn't know why he gave away the only thing holding his youkai blood back. But in a way, it made sense. He had nothing to live for now that Kagome was gone, so why worry about his life? Handing Tessaiga over – not knowing how long the well would work – was stupid, but he lived without it before.
He knew Souta would guard it to the best of his abilities. He knew he could trust the kid with one of his only possessions. Even if he didn't live hundreds of years – he was only a hanyou after all – it would give the boy something to remember him by.
He sat in Goshinboku till a familiar presence reached him. He ignored looking down, content to wait for the little urchin to climb to him.
"How long were you planning on staying over there??" There was a familiar biting to his ears and he swatted Shippou away with less intensity than normal. He still wasn't in the mood for anything. "You didn't even think we'd want to know how everything went after you left? Think baka!"
He gave a halfhearted glare to the kitsune, shifting to his previous stance. "What do you want gaki?"
Shippou fumed for a second before heaving a sigh and sitting in front of the hanyou. Green looked to the scenery for a while, sadness coming back. "Nee...how DID it go? Did they...b – bury her yet?"
His jaw clenched. Of all things to ask, Kagome would be the touchiest for a long time. "I didn't stay that long, but no they didn't. Happy? Now go away."
Shippou glared. "Oi! Can't you just be civil this once? I'm trying to make amends here! Kagome never - never wanted us to fight after all..." There was a beat of silence as the two beings stared at the sky, minds busy. "Nee...Inuyasha..."
He looked over when Shippou didn't answer. Agitation was clearly written in his fidgeting. "What? Out with it."
Shippou huffed, but blushed a little. "Y – you're not...all that bad...for a hanyou..." Immediately after confessing, the kitsune jumped down and turned into a pink bubble to soften his landing. He took off for the village after, not letting him get anything in.
He watched before looking back to the sky. The barest of smiles appeared as he digested Shippou's words.
No one else came to speak with him the rest of the day and he finally left the high perch in search of food. He didn't feel like hunting anything, so gave a slow walk through darkness. He stopped at the top hill and watched for a while, seeing torches burn and a few late nighters.
He blinked at a familiar pose, but felt like brief company and started down. He had a feeling the idiot was waiting for him anyway...the whole afternoon or the past day was unknown. "Oi...you think youkai are going to attack? There's nothing worthwhile in this village anyway."
Dark eyes opened and met gold. An amiable smile formed. "Shippou tells me you left before the burial."
"Keh! So what if I did??"
"I can understand. It was hard enough for you to bring her back."
He glared, but plopped down and shoved hands into sleeves. "What would you know..." He mumbled, futilely trying to keep his cover. He wondered if acting indifferent even mattered.
"I know more than you do now. While you were away, Sango and I talked. We've decided to marry when some of the pain passes and see about rebuilding her village. She wants to carry on the dream of taiji-ya and I have no heart to stop her."
He looked over in shock, feeling envy that his friends got their happy ending. "Keh...no more groping the women?"
"He knows better than that."
Gold looked back to magenta-lined eyes. He nodded and got one in return as Sango sat on the small porch. "You two are rather noisy for such a time of night. But now that you know...I was thinking of giving it a few days. I couldn't do anything so soon after –"
Miroku turned and gave a reassuring smile. "We've waited this long haven't we? A few more days won't be a problem."
The two shared a soft glance and watching them made every dream he thought of with Kagome surface. He was angry, sad, wishful, longing, and massively envious. "At least some of us get to be together." He snapped. He hopped off the porch with every intent of leaving, but a hand fisting his hair stopped him.
"I would think you'd understand Inuyasha."
He swatted Miroku away and turned. They faced him, faces unreadable. "Keh... That's your problem – you assume too much."
"Houshi-sama is right Inuyasha. We all know you and Kagome-chan should've gotten together as much as she tried to get houshi-sama and myself together. We learned our lesson and aren't going to wait anymore than we have to."
He snorted and looked away, lips pressing together. He should've known this was coming, they were promised to each other after all. He should've been happy or at least relieved he didn't have to hear the monk's stupid requests on women anymore...but it only confirmed that he would soon be left alone again. Sango and Miroku would go off together and start a new life; Shippou would probably stay with Kaede, since they got along well; and Myouga could be anywhere by now.
Still...he was a little happy. White covered his eyes as he turned for the tree. "C – congratulations."
"Matte Inuyasha."
He whipped around and caught something before he knew what it was. His fist opened and gold widened. "Kore wa!"
"You dropped it during the...that whole incident the first night. Kagome-sama meant for you to have it and I couldn't let it get lost."
He gave a dry look. "You were thinking of wishing on it weren't you?"
Miroku blinked, giving a sheepish smile. "Ah...ano ne...sore wa..." He cried out from a sudden conk on the head. "I wouldn't really Sango – honest!"
"Sure. You know that's Inuyasha's!"
He stared at the thing he sought in the beginning, the thing of so much trouble in his life. Those he loved died by this jewel. It wasn't worth all the power in the world if he couldn't have Kagome by his side. Not to become a full youkai - his heart's desire in the past.
"I don't want it."
"EH??"
"But...Inuyasha! Kagome-chan wouldn't want you to throw it away where any youkai could use it!"
"I didn't say I was getting rid of it!" He retorted, fisting it. He wished his strength was enough to shatter it to dust. "I don't want to wish for anything. I don't want to be a youkai anymore and that's all I wanted!"
'All I want is Kagome and I can't have her. I wouldn't be so horrible to wish her back to life. By now she's buried under dirt.' His eyes burned a little and he shoved anger to the forefront to hide it.
"This jewel is nothing but a pain in my ass. Fuck this stupid thing!" He turned and ran back for the solitude and quiet of the forest.
-----
He didn't spend much time at the village except to make sure it wasn't getting attacked and kept an ear out for the wedding. He never saw a Buddhist wedding before and curiosity was peaked.
There was nothing to do except sleep and catch food, and he was definitely wishing Kagome was back. Most of the day was spent delved into all kinds of memories dating back to their first meeting.
Just before sunrise three days later, Miroku woke him from a nap with a rock aimed at his head. He nearly killed the monk, wishing he had Tessaiga, but refrained from doing so as he at least didn't fall from Goshinboku.
"Time to go Inuyasha." Miroku smiled. He nodded and followed. Miroku explained the procedures and what they would have to make due with.
He sat in attendance at the front with half of the village, watching Kaede in front of the pair. He noticed Miroku didn't change his robes, but Sango was given a white kimono and a few red accessories for luck by some of the women.
She reminded him too much of what Kagome looked like when he returned her, and what she should've looked like if everything turned out fine. He was forced to look away lest he let himself be overcome by everything again. He didn't want to spoil their day, as they were his friends after all.
Incense was burned and he covered his nose against it, even though there was a small wind. The pair clasped hands and bowed to Kaede and the offering. A few words to Buddha from Miroku. A young woman from the village brought a bucket of water and set it before the trio before retreating. Miroku and Sango only washed their hands and faces to purify themselves, as water was hard to get this time of year.
Miroku apologized for not being able to get Sango a ring, but she batted him away by saying she would lose it in a fight anyway. She also apologized for not being able to get one and he said her loyalty was better than any ring.
That got him a dry look and laughter from everyone.
There were no scriptures to read from, as this was a very small and rather poor village, so Miroku recited what he knew from memory for himself and Sango. A bottle of sake was passed up front with a glass and Kaede poured. Neither had any family to pass it to, so the pair drank it themselves, claiming their lineage, and having a sip for their relatives.
Miroku leaned forward and took one of Sango's hands in his, reciting the marriage vow. From what he could see, Sango wasn't required to say it back, but she did. Kaede ended everything by declaring them man and wife and the two bowed in thanks for her presence.
Kaede was the best choice out of any priest or priestess out there. She was a good friend, wise, and very powerful. He agreed with their choice, even if he called her an old hag. He held respect for her, though he wouldn't let her know that.
-----
Miroku and Sango only stayed a few days before getting their things together and requesting his presence. He left Goshinboku again and met them at the bottom.
"Walk with us for a few miles Inuyasha." Miroku requested.
A brow arched. "What good is that going to do??"
Sango smiled. "Just humor us Inuyasha. We're going to be busy after this and we'd like you to see us off."
A pit in his heart opened up. They were really leaving him to this fate. He couldn't blame them – he didn't want to be around them anyway. They were married and had a life to start together. He wasn't going to lag around and smell them at night and be forced to see some of his more erotic thoughts concerning Kagome.
"Fine. Let's get going." He led the way around, taking it relatively slow. He remained a few steps in front as before, hands in sleeves. No one said a word, but he could smell how happy they were. He fought jealousy the whole way, wanting to yell at them for flaunting it in his face.
A few miles out, a light bop on his head from Miroku's staff made him whirl around. "What was that for?!"
Dark eyes were sad despite the congenial smile. "I think that's good enough. We wouldn't want to keep you from things."
Sango elbowed Miroku, but stepped forward. She looked torn on what to do, settling for a low bow. "You know where we'll be. If not, I'm sure you can track us down if you ever feel like company."
"Keh."
The staff whapped a foot for that, but Miroku stepped forward with his right hand extended. "Attacking you and Kagome-sama turned out to be the best blunder of my life Inuyasha." He glared, but Miroku ignored it. "Sango is right. Just don't feel like company TOO soon, ne?"
Sango blushed and punched a shoulder, making Miroku withdraw his hand before it could be shaken. "ANYWAY! I think we'll take our leave." A hand reached out and grabbed Miroku's ear.
"Itai! Sango, let go of my ear!"
"I will later."
He listened to their bantering, watching as they headed away. A few dozen paces, they turned and waved as if knowing he'd still be where they left him. Kirara turned from Sango's shoulder and blinked adorable eyes a few times, giving a soft trill that spoke more than words needed. He nodded to the cat and she moved to watch the road.
The pit opened up a little more as he was forced to squint to keep them in good view. The road soon took them from his sight, trees blocking them off. Their steps faded from his ears. He stood like a statue for a few positions of the sun, only moving when his feet got tired.
Another set of people attained their destinies that he wasn't apart of. What did he expect? He didn't want Miroku around in the beginning as competition for Kagome, and Sango tried to kill him when they first met.
They were good people and he was glad to know them, even if this was goodbye. They didn't say the words, but everyone knew he wouldn't visit. He wasn't going to interfere with their lives now that they left him behind to get started on it.
He didn't know how long he'd live without Tessaiga by his side, but had no desire to go back for it now.
He sighed, slowly making his way back. "Sesshoumaru might as well come and get it over with." He groused. Gold absently looked ahead, watching the forest trickle back in as he neared. He noted Shippou in the middle of the path and stopped some distance. "NOW what do you want gaki??"
"Kaede-obaasan wants to talk to you."
"Heh? About what?"
"She says you'll have an idea before you get there." Shippou jumped up and landed on his head, grabbing an ear for support and pointing the way he came. "Iko."
A brow ticked, but he was not in the mood to be angry. Right now, he just wanted to be left alone. "Oi...get off me."
"Sheesh you're sure no fun anymore. What happened to the old days??"
He continued - able to kick the nuisance off if needed. "What happened to wanting to make amends??"
Shippou blushed, remembering his words. "Y – yea well...someone has to get you back to normal! Ah HEY!" Shippou gave a cry of annoyance as he was picked up by the fur of his vest and dropped to the ground. Tiny paws removed dirt from the trail and green glared. "Oi, what was that for??"
"You have feet you can use. Don't use me as a transport." He mumbled, walking around.
He stopped at the bamboo screen, burrows furrowed in wonder. 'Just what does she want? It can't be about the shikon can it??' A hand went into the pouch of his sleeve and a finger ran over the bulge concealing said item. 'I have nothing to wish for, but Kagome gave her life to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. She would be angry at me if I gave it up so easily to anyone.'
He pushed the curtain aside and was met with the old woman in meditative stance. "I don't intend on making any wish, so you don't need to ask about it." He turned, pausing to wait until Shippou got inside before dropping the flap.
"It's not about that."
He looked back. "Eh?? What else is there??"
A wrinkled finger pointed at him. "Have you given any thought to that?"
He blinked and slowly walked in, sitting at the edge of the platform. A hand went to his neck and the weight around it. "This?"
'The necklace I was cursed with. The thing she kept holding over my head to keep my from acting inappropriately. It changed me more than I thought it would...'
"What ABOUT the rosary?"
"I can have it removed if you like."
Stunned gold looked up. "Nani?? How? Kagome was the only one who set the word. She's the one who has to remove it!"
Kaede's head shook. "Kagome activated it and bound you to her. I was the one who made the spell and put it on you. Either of us can remove it. Since Kagome is...I am the one you need to go to."
He stared hard at the fire pit in the center. Remove it?? He wore it so long he only knew it was there when Kagome sat him. After a while, he learned to ignore it pretty well.
'Take it off...I could. It's been a bane to my existence since she first uttered that humiliating word. But...this is all I have of her now besides the shikon...but that wasn't hers to begin with.' Fingers grasped polished black beads, twirling them idly. Part of him was ready to have it removed. There was no use in it and with Kagome the only one to say the word, it was just a necklace. He didn't wear stupid jewelry, and certainly not a religious rosary!
Gold closed as he stood and turned for the screen. "Next time, call me with something important to say."
"Inuyasha?? Are you saying you DON'T want it removed? I CAN have it taken off. It's a simple procedure."
He stopped at the curtain, back facing the woman. "Kagome was the only one who could activate the rosary?"
"Hai."
"And you're the only one who can remove it."
"Hai..."
"Then I'll come to you when I want it removed."
"Oi Inuyasha!" Shippou cried, stopping at the edge of the platform. "What's gotten into you?? You couldn't wait to have it taken off before!"
He pulled the screen aside. "It's...something to remember her by."
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Days blurred together. He ate when necessary and slept when necessary. Kaede only came a few times to visit and Shippou stopped after a while. He sat in the same branch day after day, thinking of Kagome and the others, wondering how they were doing.
By now Miroku and Sango would've reached her village and started deciding how to rebuild. He had an idea Sango was going over this for a while and would put Miroku to work soon.
There were only a few youkai to fend off, but they were low-class and not worth his time. The only reason he kept the villagers from bothering is because he really had nothing better to do. His life revolved around survival before Kagome and Kagome after that. Now he had nothing but survival and a little better name thanks to his friends. 'Fat lotta good that does me...'
He pulled the shikon from his sleeve and stared at it, feeling hidden power that once tried to corrupt Tessaiga. "To make a wish..." He muttered, turning it in his fingers. Something so small that could create such a huge adventure. "How was it possible so many pieces came from you? You're such a tiny thing."
He sighed and put it back, going back to staring at the sky.
He wanted to visit Kagome's time so bad...visit her grave if he could... He had the inkling to, feeling enough time passed for him to be strong about it. Finding it was the problem, but he didn't care who saw him and had plenty of time to find the graveyard in her city.
There was a small bit that wanted to keep denial. There were so many memories he relived, and it still seemed so unreal. It was like he was waiting for her to show up after an extremely long time and one of those test things.
He debated with it all through sunset, finally deciding it couldn't hurt. Provided the well worked... He could feel magic from it, but it was magical to begin with. Any well that ate the bones of youkai wasn't normal. He decided to try his luck and hopped down, deftly landing on his feet and strolling to the clearing.
The last trip came to mind and he stared at the rim for what seemed eternity until able to get his legs to move. He hopped in and prayed it would work, not knowing what he'd do if the passage was closed.
He was confused and relieved when the magic activated.
Nothing changed, but he didn't know if he was expecting it to. He strolled a ways from the shrine and looked around, drinking in the sight as if for the first time.
He had to admit, he missed this place. He had some happy memories here and there were faint traces of Kagome's smell, mostly coming from the house nearby.
He greedily inhaled and nostalgia rose. Her voice came to his ears and he searched as if she were around. He twisted in a few circles, berating himself for forgetting the obvious. She was just so alive here and it was like she was really with him.
He stopped in front of the house and stared. He wanted to climb in her window and see what they did to the room, but he had no right to do so. He had other things to do too.
Turning, he jumped for the steps leading down and sniffed for graveyards. Knowing what it smelled like from his era was a help and he headed off in one direction. He caught a whiff of it spread out, and made a mental note to check the others later.
It took quite a while to find her marker. He visited three sites and checked the whole place, but some kanji was hard to read. He knew what it was, but apparently such a time gap changed the characters. He would recognize her name though, and the second he spotted a fresh-looking marker and plenty of offerings, his knees gave out.
Higurashi Kagome was chiseled in. There were a few burnt out candles, incense that was long gone, and flowers that started to wilt. He stared at the words, knowing under his knees, she was sleeping.
He exhaled a shaky breath and crawled a few inches closer, finger coming out to trace the indents. The digit went over her first name countless times, eyes morbidly watching it.
He didn't go to the burial, and he didn't know why he was here. Everything opened up again and his eyes burned. This wasn't fake; his actions proved this WAS her name.
An anguished cry echoed from his lips, carrying to the dead and the air until his lungs gave out. His forehead pressed against marble, fist pounding on the ground in anger. "It's not fair! It's not fucking fair!!" Claws dug into skin, but he barely felt the pain or blood coating his nails over the rise of emotion. "Stop toying with me! Don't make me live like this Kagome - don't make me live without you!"
He couldn't live his life without her – the time since her death showed that. She was the spark that gave him meaning and she was the only human he would live with. No one else interested him, not even Kaede, whom he knew for many years.
"Why, why, WHY?! Why did you leave me behind?? You wanted to be with me! You said so yourself!" A sob left him. "It was my fault – I wasn't fast enough. I didn't see what you were trying to do. Subete ga ore no sei da!"
There was a pulse from the shikon and he ignored it until it continued. He sniffled and yanked it from his sleeve, throwing the fiercest glare he could muster. "This is all YOUR fault! You are the reason Kagome is dead! Why can't you go away??" The pulse continued and some rage died down. He peered at it suspiciously, knowing it was trying to tell him something. "What do you want from me?"
:To make a wish.:
He jerked, eyes widening. He didn't know the shikon had a conscious! Sure it came from Midoriko's heart, but never had Kagome spoken of it trying to communicate with her. "Why should I? The only thing I want is Kagome and I can't have her!"
:Then make a wish.:
"I'm not in the mood for your riddles." He growled, gripping the ball. "You want a wish?! Fine! I wish I could be with Kagome and not have to deal with the pain of losing her! I wasn't strong or fast enough as a hanyou, so what good does it do me?? Shit, I might as well be human for all the good my youkai blood did!"
:Is that your wish?:
He growled. "What more do you want? I just spelled it out for you! You're supposed to take it from there aren't you??"
:Is that your wish?:
Teeth bared. "You're more of a fucking annoyance when you can speak... Yes that's my wish! Shut up about it already!"
:Wish granted.:
The ball glowed the brightest pink he ever saw and his eyes squeezed shut against it. "What the hell are you doing??" Gold peeked open and found the tombstone gone and his entire surroundings with it. Everything in front of him was pink. "What the fuck - where am I?! What the hell did you do to me??"
:I am granting your wish. If you don't mind waiting a little to see your beloved again.:
"I slept for fifty years before I saw Kagome and it's been days already. I waited for her enough as it is; if I get to see her again I'd wait as long as it takes."
:Understood.:
He dropped to the floor when his arms were suddenly released. Pain shot up his torso, but he managed a small look. 'That's...everything?'
As you just saw. There was that subdued tone.
He stood and looked to the hanyou. 'Did you even wish anything? You didn't sound very final about it.'
Yea well...don't mess with the shikon when it doesn't think you are.
He snorted and rotated his shoulders to see how badly he'd feel it in the conscious realm. 'So you showed me. Now what am I supposed to do?'
Oh for the love of... You just saw what the hell happened! Seeing it again gave me a few clues, but I don't want to be sure of anything until I talk to Midoriko. If the shikon still has a pulse, that means something is going on inside it. It was supposed to disappear after I made the wish and it didn't. There's something left.
He sighed and crossed his arms. 'After all you two put me through the past few weeks...why should I even bother to help you? All Kagome wants is you. Do you expect me to concede?'
Gods we're back to THIS again?! Inuyasha stalked up and pointed a finger in his face. I'm sick of this I'm-not-you bullshit! Go talk to the shikon! It's got the answers we want!
'No.'
Inuyasha growled, fangs bearing. It took some serious restraint for the hanyou to take a few steps back when he could tell those claws would rather wrap around his throat. Listen. To. Me. If you want to resolve this in any way, you need to get your hands on the shikon. It'll tell us what to do about this separation. If you go do this for me and I'm wrong about it I'll...I'll back off.
He blinked. "Come again??"
Don't make me repeat myself! Fists clenched. That's the deal – take it or leave it.
'You're offering quite the hand you know. You're risking the very thing you woke for.'
But I know I'm right. And if I am, we're going to find a way to deal with this.
'Hey now! I didn't consult to that!'
What do you suggest? I live here and we share?? No way in hell. You go do that and if I'm wrong, I'll go away, but if I'm right, we ask the shikon how to get us put back together.
He glared. 'I DON'T want to be you!'
Who says you will? I said we'd get put back together. Provided we merge or something, that means the two of us combine. You'll be a part of me as much as I will you. Got it?
'Doesn't mean I have to like it.' He mumbled, openly pouting.
Quit being a baby.
'Asshole.'
Bastard.
He stood and glared. 'We're not that alike.' He reminded, mostly to himself.
Good, cause who'd ever want to be a pansy like you?!
'You certainly seem to want to merge with me that badly.' He smirked, assuming a high-and-mighty pose.
Keh! How many times do I have to say it?? All I need is Kagome. That's what I wished for and that's what we're going to solve. Now wake up and go back home. Wait until everyone is out to grab the shikon and head somewhere with it. Go back to that forest and see if you can contact Midoriko.
'And if I can't?'
Trust me, you will.
I am a BEGINNER Japanese learner...so if these are not 100% correct...please let me know if you care to do so. I only have a web page to learn from, a dictionary, and a few months experience to work with.
Translations: Yahari-I knew it/I thought so Inu-niichan-Older brother Inu(yasha) Ningen-Human Yokatta-I'm glad Ano ne-You know Oboeteite-Remember Nee-Say/Hey
Gaki-REALLY rude way of saying kid/child Kore wa-This is Ano ne...sore wa-You know...that is (Also general fumbling for words) Subete ga ore no sei da-Everything's my fault