A/N: This is my tribute to the little kitsune. Gotta love him, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Unfortunately...
Chapter One: A Single Tear
"The cup is not half empty as pessimists say. As far as he sees nothing's left in the cup. A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge. Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up."
-The Used "Poetic Tragedy"
A solitary figure stood alone on the forgotten battlefield. The slow drizzle that had started only moments before began to pick up, misting everything with its unflinching downpour. It was a sight meant for no eyes, as the man slowly walked into the shallow center of the field. His face lifted up to embrace the rain, leaving rich, wet, pools so similar to tears.
His mind would not leave that fateful night so long ago; the night all his happiness was destroyed. There was no escape from the pain he felt. All his spirit was shattered and gone. If only he too had lost his life, then none of the suffering would have been real.
The only family he could remember had been mercilessly destroyed. An evil greater then anything imagined had destroyed all that he loved. It was a horrifying recalling, and his heart was gone from the sheer weight of the memory's colossal dejection. The cold, lonely wind blew fearlessly about him, showing no sympathy for his mind's cruel stirrings.
He pulled something shining from his belt. One little movement could end it all. Nothing was clear to him in the eternal fog which he had been left in. He never opened himself to anyone, not after the childhood he wished he could forget. Trust and love had been long gone, and his own realization of that made everything finally seem to come together.
No stars shone in the clouded and greying heavens. And he was sure he was alone. He held his hand to his chest, trying to feel the pulsing of his heart. Since that day, doing such had become a habit. One last time, he made sure he was still alive; he made sure it wasn't a dream. Standing there, he brought all the courage up from his soul. There was no other choice. As he saw it, there was only one option.
His arm raised above his head, the long thin blade aimed for his heart. He would end it, and he would never have to fear pain again. Death did not faze him, it would come as so much more like a welcome release. Nothing was there, he was as empty as glass. Not even a reflection to console him. A single tear slid slowly down his cheek
End A/N: Don't worry... the next chapter will explain what happens to him.