Winter
Chapter 2
By: Pinkjasmine
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A/N: I'm really sorry for the late update. I've been busy. *ahem* So, after you read this chapter, please review, and I'd like to know if you think that Inuyasha is OOC. If he is, then please tell me how so. Do you think he should be less formal and use more slang? But I dislike writing angst fics in slang. Anyways read the story.
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Once upon a time. Ha! I see you grimace. What? Don't like fairy tales? Don't worry; my life is far from a happy ending. . .
~
When I was growing up, my brother was always stoic and cold towards me – I think he even hated me. I asked my mother about it once and she told me he was jealous. Jealous? Of me? Why? He was the important. He was the true youkai, he wasn't a frickin' disgrace to father.
Deep down I guess I admired him, maybe even, kami forbid, loved the jerk. But bitterness and resentment overcame that feeling of admiration.
Sesshoumaru was the center of attention, everybody knew who he was. Nobody paid any damn attention to me though. I was just. . . there.
Perhaps it was the lack of attention that father started to. . . notice me more. Maybe that's why Sesshoumaru hated me. Finally something I had that he didn't. Ha! Having father talk to me for once was worth way more than the respect of the other youkais.
The youkais made fun of me and my mother. Perhaps that's why Sesshoumaru avoided me. If he was around me, he'd have been insulted by the other youkais.
When my mother died I was left alone. More youkais teased me, but my brother got more and more respect.
When father died, I didn't know what to feel. Sure, I was upset that he passed away, he was my father. But then, during his last years, he began to train Sesshoumaru how to fight and forgot all about me. I guess it's because he anticipated his death and wished to have a strong and legible heir to inherit his possessions. I, being a hanyou, and a younger son, cannot inherit as much as my brother. Therefore, I need not learn to defend my title and belongings. Still, it pained me to see father devoting all his time to Sesshoumaru, while I was left to play by myself.
After father's death, I reached the age where I was able to wander around freely without an adult, so I left the house where I spent my miserable years of childhood.
I doubt Sesshoumaru even cared about my parting.
I journeyed southward. I ate whatever I found, and I slept in the trees, where I had a better view of my predators. I continued traveling. . . to a place where I was accepted.
I spent many wretched years following this routine. . . until I heard about the shikon jewel. I eagerly roamed the land searching for it. If I were to wish upon it to become a full demon, maybe. . . just maybe. . . I'll be accepted. And I'll be cherished and loved.
When I found out that the shikon jewel was under the watchful eye of the miko Kikyo, I hurried to her village.
When I first saw Kikyo, she was different from anyone I've seen. She was a human, yet she had extraordinary powers that no humans could ever possess.
I stayed a distance away from her, watching her everyday. I felt somewhat attached to her. She and I were the same – social outcasts. I was a hanyou, yearning to be a youkai. She was a miko, wishing to be nothing more than an ordinary woman.
But one day she stopped walking to her destination and called out to me. She told me to reveal myself. I did so. I approached her cautiously, she smiled at me and asked me my name. She knew I was a half-demon, but she didn't mind.
So, we slowly became friends. And I slowly fell in love with her.
One day, while we were talking she suggested that instead of using the shikon jewel to become a full demon, I should use it to become a human. I thought about it.
Becoming a human would mean surrendering what little demonic power I possessed. And I was positive that Sesshoumaru would refuse to acknowledge the fact that he had a human brother. But I didn't care about what Sesshoumaru would have thought about me. I was more concerned at how Kikyo would regard me.
She informed me that if I were human, we could marry and we could have a warm and safe home with a loving family. From a very early age, that was what I desired.
She promised that she would bring the shikon jewel the next day. I believed her.
But on the day she was supposed to bestow upon me the jewel, she wasn't there. She deceived me. And I played the fool and believed her. Do you know how much that hurts? To have the only person that you trust and seemed to trust and love you, lie to you?
My heart broke. And my heart hardened. I didn't want to love anyone anymore.
So, I changed my mind on being human, I decided that there was more advantage in being a full demon.
I rushed to the place where Kikyo kept the shikon jewel. I grabbed it. When the villagers started pursuing me, I hurried away.
Then when I got to the Goshinboku tree, I was stopped by Kikyo's voice.
As I turned around, I saw her placing an arrow on a bow. My eyes wandered to the huge gash upon her shoulder.
My heart exploded with emotions. I wanted to hate the miko for betraying me, but how can you hate the only person who seemed to understand you?
Also, I was upset to know that someone attacked Kikyo.
Then Kikyo released the string, her sacred arrow flew through the air and pinned me to the tree. I was pinned there for 50 years. . .
~
As I paused in the middle of my life story, I took a deep breath and looked at my surroundings. I noticed that I was in a small cave, the ceiling touching my head.
A pitiful flame blazed before me. I shivered and I inched closer to the fire. The warmth washed over me, and I relaxed my tense body.
The ember may have warmed my body, but it did not warm my cold heart, full of bitterness and hatred. Hatred for what? I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps hatred towards fate for making me a hanyou and not a youkai. And for sending me two human girls for me to love, but both I can outlive. But I cannot change destiny and our road of life.
A gentle breeze blew out the flame. I see you getting up. Gathering more wood I presume? No need, but I thank you for your consideration.
I, currently being a weak human, without my demonic blood to sustain me, would expire shortly. I try to avoid any possible means of shortening my life span . . until I finish my tale anyway.
But if we were to waste time and gather more wood for a fire, I'm afraid I wouldn't have enough time to finish my story.
I see you growing impatient. Yes, let's continue, I'm not sure how long I have left. Anyways, it's better to get it over with. Now, let's see, where were we?
Ahh. . . yes. . . I remember. . .
Chapter 2
By: Pinkjasmine
~
A/N: I'm really sorry for the late update. I've been busy. *ahem* So, after you read this chapter, please review, and I'd like to know if you think that Inuyasha is OOC. If he is, then please tell me how so. Do you think he should be less formal and use more slang? But I dislike writing angst fics in slang. Anyways read the story.
~
Once upon a time. Ha! I see you grimace. What? Don't like fairy tales? Don't worry; my life is far from a happy ending. . .
~
When I was growing up, my brother was always stoic and cold towards me – I think he even hated me. I asked my mother about it once and she told me he was jealous. Jealous? Of me? Why? He was the important. He was the true youkai, he wasn't a frickin' disgrace to father.
Deep down I guess I admired him, maybe even, kami forbid, loved the jerk. But bitterness and resentment overcame that feeling of admiration.
Sesshoumaru was the center of attention, everybody knew who he was. Nobody paid any damn attention to me though. I was just. . . there.
Perhaps it was the lack of attention that father started to. . . notice me more. Maybe that's why Sesshoumaru hated me. Finally something I had that he didn't. Ha! Having father talk to me for once was worth way more than the respect of the other youkais.
The youkais made fun of me and my mother. Perhaps that's why Sesshoumaru avoided me. If he was around me, he'd have been insulted by the other youkais.
When my mother died I was left alone. More youkais teased me, but my brother got more and more respect.
When father died, I didn't know what to feel. Sure, I was upset that he passed away, he was my father. But then, during his last years, he began to train Sesshoumaru how to fight and forgot all about me. I guess it's because he anticipated his death and wished to have a strong and legible heir to inherit his possessions. I, being a hanyou, and a younger son, cannot inherit as much as my brother. Therefore, I need not learn to defend my title and belongings. Still, it pained me to see father devoting all his time to Sesshoumaru, while I was left to play by myself.
After father's death, I reached the age where I was able to wander around freely without an adult, so I left the house where I spent my miserable years of childhood.
I doubt Sesshoumaru even cared about my parting.
I journeyed southward. I ate whatever I found, and I slept in the trees, where I had a better view of my predators. I continued traveling. . . to a place where I was accepted.
I spent many wretched years following this routine. . . until I heard about the shikon jewel. I eagerly roamed the land searching for it. If I were to wish upon it to become a full demon, maybe. . . just maybe. . . I'll be accepted. And I'll be cherished and loved.
When I found out that the shikon jewel was under the watchful eye of the miko Kikyo, I hurried to her village.
When I first saw Kikyo, she was different from anyone I've seen. She was a human, yet she had extraordinary powers that no humans could ever possess.
I stayed a distance away from her, watching her everyday. I felt somewhat attached to her. She and I were the same – social outcasts. I was a hanyou, yearning to be a youkai. She was a miko, wishing to be nothing more than an ordinary woman.
But one day she stopped walking to her destination and called out to me. She told me to reveal myself. I did so. I approached her cautiously, she smiled at me and asked me my name. She knew I was a half-demon, but she didn't mind.
So, we slowly became friends. And I slowly fell in love with her.
One day, while we were talking she suggested that instead of using the shikon jewel to become a full demon, I should use it to become a human. I thought about it.
Becoming a human would mean surrendering what little demonic power I possessed. And I was positive that Sesshoumaru would refuse to acknowledge the fact that he had a human brother. But I didn't care about what Sesshoumaru would have thought about me. I was more concerned at how Kikyo would regard me.
She informed me that if I were human, we could marry and we could have a warm and safe home with a loving family. From a very early age, that was what I desired.
She promised that she would bring the shikon jewel the next day. I believed her.
But on the day she was supposed to bestow upon me the jewel, she wasn't there. She deceived me. And I played the fool and believed her. Do you know how much that hurts? To have the only person that you trust and seemed to trust and love you, lie to you?
My heart broke. And my heart hardened. I didn't want to love anyone anymore.
So, I changed my mind on being human, I decided that there was more advantage in being a full demon.
I rushed to the place where Kikyo kept the shikon jewel. I grabbed it. When the villagers started pursuing me, I hurried away.
Then when I got to the Goshinboku tree, I was stopped by Kikyo's voice.
As I turned around, I saw her placing an arrow on a bow. My eyes wandered to the huge gash upon her shoulder.
My heart exploded with emotions. I wanted to hate the miko for betraying me, but how can you hate the only person who seemed to understand you?
Also, I was upset to know that someone attacked Kikyo.
Then Kikyo released the string, her sacred arrow flew through the air and pinned me to the tree. I was pinned there for 50 years. . .
~
As I paused in the middle of my life story, I took a deep breath and looked at my surroundings. I noticed that I was in a small cave, the ceiling touching my head.
A pitiful flame blazed before me. I shivered and I inched closer to the fire. The warmth washed over me, and I relaxed my tense body.
The ember may have warmed my body, but it did not warm my cold heart, full of bitterness and hatred. Hatred for what? I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps hatred towards fate for making me a hanyou and not a youkai. And for sending me two human girls for me to love, but both I can outlive. But I cannot change destiny and our road of life.
A gentle breeze blew out the flame. I see you getting up. Gathering more wood I presume? No need, but I thank you for your consideration.
I, currently being a weak human, without my demonic blood to sustain me, would expire shortly. I try to avoid any possible means of shortening my life span . . until I finish my tale anyway.
But if we were to waste time and gather more wood for a fire, I'm afraid I wouldn't have enough time to finish my story.
I see you growing impatient. Yes, let's continue, I'm not sure how long I have left. Anyways, it's better to get it over with. Now, let's see, where were we?
Ahh. . . yes. . . I remember. . .
