Chapter Two: The Pull of the Past
"Are you aware- Of how much you complicate me? And are you aware- your words suffocate me?"
-New Found Glory "This Disaster"
Suddenly, he felt as though he was frozen. His arm wouldn't move; it wouldn't take the plunge into his aching chest. All around him, the wind began to pick up. It blew faster, and faster, scattering the wet, sopping leaves into the air. He tried to run, but his legs refused to move. A cloud burst open, and a bolt of lightning crashed from the sky, shocking the ground not ten feet from where he stood.
He closed his eyes, and stopped fighting his current statue-like state. If he wasn't allowed to end his own life, then he would let nature do it for him. The lightning crashed once again, and he drew in a deep breath. He only wanted that one last catch of air.
But he didn't feel it strike him. A crash was heard, and he knew it was the rolling of thunder. The eye of the storm was so close, and he was right in the middle of it. The fury of it, however, was staying far, far away. His eyes jerked open. Right in front of where he was standing, centered perfectly between his feet, was a round mark where the ground had clearly been burned. If it had been only six more inches towards him...
Still his body wouldn't move. He could no longer control what he wanted himself to do. All he could think about was the day that his life had ended. When Naraku had finally won, and all of his companions were obliterated. There weren't even any remains left when that disgusting evil finished with them. It made the man sick to think that he had been spared- even unintentionally- when the people he loved had been destroyed. That day, his heart truly died. And on this new day, he planned to take his body with it.
Storm clouds continued to gather, swirling round and round in the sky. The winds continued to pick up, going ferociously to surround him, and whipping his long red hair out from his body. He could barely feel a thing. Without warning, his hand unclenched, and the long, thin dagger fell. His arm clapped down to his side, seemingly unaware of the orders from his brain.
Nothing was making sense anymore, not even nature. A deep, impassive voice rang out from the sky, though he knew that the sound could be heard by his ears alone.
"Give in," it whispered. "Let go of all former ties."
'NO,' he thought. 'I'll never allow myself to forget.'
"You must change the past," the voice told him, "you must forget what has destroyed you. A second chance for your rightful destiny has been given. Take it."
Words spun in his mind. He was not even sure what the voice was telling him, and what the cryptic message meant he was even less certain of. His eyes traveled down, resting on the mark the strike of lightning had left but moments ago. It inexplicably began to glow. Weakness suddenly overtook him. A wave of nausea swept into his stomach, and the world around him began to spin.
He began to fall. His eyes were locked in a scene of blackness and haze. He couldn't see. Where the void was taking him, only time would tell. A single wish struck his heart. Maybe that was what it felt like to die. Perhaps the winds were taking him to paradise, where he would see his loved ones once again. Anything but more of the present… He lost all consciousness, never realizing just what fate had in store.
A/N: OK, that is the end of the second chapter. I hope you leave a review.
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