Love & Hate: The Collection
My Unhappy Childhood
"Mommy? Mommy?" I begged. She still didn't wake, my heart pounded harder. I ignored her blood pooling around my feet, and the gasps of the villagers.
I tried to forget that no life clung to her body. Her soul was seeping slowly from her, and I couldn't do anything.
Confusion settled in, while my attempt at reviving my mother became more frantic. A woman came and kneeled beside me.
"Little one," she said to me, "Little one, come away." Her hand encircled my waist, and she hoisted me in the air. My little arms were reaching towards my mom and her dead eyes. When she failed to respond, I got angry, and wanted to make her jealous. I hugged the lady close, but she still didn't rise.
"Mommy! Mommy help me, please!" I yelled. Some of the village women crowded around me. I closed my eyes tight, ready to be struck. Instead, the woman that held me leaned forward, and rested her chin atop my head.
"What are you doing Rosija?" a voice cried. She jerked away from me quickly, and I tearing, looked into her strong face.
"You've slain his family, the lord West's mistress. Has things not gone far enough? Shouldn't some type of compassion be given? Isn't it overdue?" She asked.
The villagers turned and looked at her with surprised eyes. But she continued to hold me, rocking me gently as if I were her own. I slowly felt the fear drain out of me, and I strained to hear her voice.
"He's just a child! We've taught our kids to hate his kind. Though demon runs through his veins, human does also. How can any of you be so cruel knowing you have children of your own waiting for you?" I couldn't suppress my shock when a tear hit my face.
.......a stranger shed tears for me?
Her audience was silent. Ashamed, grief-stricken faces watched me. With gently hands a man picked up my mother. At first I wished t protest, to tell him to leave her be. But the guy, with eyes so sad, carried her back into our home.
I whimpered.
"Shushh....little one please be quiet. No harm shall come to you," she said with a shy smile. She placed a chaste kiss on my cheek, and put me down.
"Get out of my way!" a voice thundered in the air. With speed quicker than the human eye, silver flashed before us all, and the kind man was thrown from our modest hut.
For a second, silence filled the clearing, and nothing but the tricking river water dared break the quiet.
And then a howl broke through. A howl that was anguished.......disturbed......and hurt. It sent shivers down my spine.
It was the cry of my father. Probably upon my mother's death, he felt their link sever. I had felt it too; however, I'd chosen not to believe it. But the more he cried, the more he howled, the faster my tears fell.
"How sad a day it's been," someone whispered in the crowd. I turned around at them, fury in my face and tiny fist clenched.
"How dare you feel sorry when you've hated us all my life!" I yelled. At my voice, more shame seemed to cross their faces. It lessened my anger enough to realize it wouldn't be wise the fight any of them. And if they felt something other than disgust for me, they couldn't be complete monsters.
"Inuyasha! Inuyasha my son!" my father called to me in youkai. I rushed into the hut after sending them all a defiant glare.
When I ran inside, my regal father was on his knees, on the dirt ground. He clung to my mother, much like I had minutes before. The floor was dark, and wet with his sorrow. The sight, this remainder of a feared, strong demon lord, caused more emotion to roll through me. Probably more than a six year old should experience.
"Why now? Why now Ai, would you leave me?" he sobbed.
His silken clothes mopped up her fresh blood, and I found myself woozy with the scent.
I plopped to the ground, pulling my knees up to my chest and rocking wildly.
'She's not dead. Stop saying she's dead!' I thought.
'How can you be so blind? Look around! Think dim-wit!' I chided myself. I hastily wiped my eyes and stood beside father.
His prominent golden eyes seemed much more murky. His usually tan skin was pale and filmed with a thin layer of sweat.
'Wait? Had he stopped grieving?' I wondered as he got up dry faced.
"Stay here son," he demanded while stepping outside.
Obediently I stayed seated.....well until I heard the worse sound in my entire life.
"Ahhhhh!" a blood curdling shriek filled the air.
I jerked to attention with a start, and was immediately outside, ready to defend my mommy at all cost. But it wasn't them that needed protection, it was the villagers that tormented me.
Father had transformed into his true form, and using natural grace and strength, he was tearing apart each person. I watched as he devoured the children that used to hold me under the river. I watched as he destroyed the woman that comforted me.
I thought it would be appropriate to be shocked, to be scared. But satisfaction washed over me. My mother was avenged. I was avenged. And father's grief would slowly disappear as the blood thirst weaned.
I watched my first massacre with a straight face. I listened to every scream of pain, I relished in the sound of each bone break. And when he was done, fangs glistening with blood, I ran up to him and hugged his paw.
He nuzzled with his nose, before giving me a gentle push back towards the place my mommy laid. I couldn't tell him I was uncomfortable. I was a big kid right? But as I walked towards her, and he bounded into the forest, a knot of dread almost suffocated me.
'Daddy......be safe,' I thought briefly while stepping over corpse after corpse. I had lost one parent. Couldn't death be satisfied?
(End)
Inuyasha's childhood is a subject that I love to touch on. It's so sad and up to you to create. It really let's you explore the relationship between Inuyasha, his father and mother. I have a story I would like to post.....maybe after I finish the other two.....oh the possibilties.
Anyway, I would love to see more stories that dip into Inuyasha's unhappy childhood. Also, are there any artists out there? Can someone illustrate some of these parts as well as some of my others? I would love to see that also!
B.G.L.I