A/N: Another new story. I'm doing that a lot these days aren't I?
The title is tentative.
The Black Bridge Prologue "Like the perfect endingIt won't be long
Till everything I've ruined has seen me gone
In time, I pray you'll forgive me
Now you know the man I am
Can you forgive me?
I fall
Like the sands of time
Like some broken rhyme
At feet no longer there
If only I could call the rain to melt and wash away the pain you feel
I would
You gave yourself to me and showed me what the truth could be
For that, I say thank you
This was my life
It never made much sense to me
With every lie that I lived
Part of me would fade
Into this empty shadow I've become
And now I feel so numb
I no longer know myself
But I still know you
I call
And there is no reply
Like some phantom cry
On ears too far away
I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by
The only thing I see is you
For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side
I say thank you
Here lies my life
It never felt real to me
You'll always mean so much to me
And there's no reply
And there's no reply
You'll never know how much you meant to me
If only I could call the rain to melt and wash away the pain you feel
I would
You gave yourself to me and showed me what the truth could be
For that, I say thank you
This was my life
It never made much sense to me
I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by
The only thing I see is you
For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side
I say thank you
Here lies my life
It never felt real to me
You in my life
It all meant so much more to be"
My life was a waste. I was born a waste. I die here, and finally stop taking up precious air. I am more troublesome than my worth. I should have been killed long ago. But, I wasn't. No one killed me. I was never defeated by man. Only something I can not fight against. Heartbreak and sickness. Together, they are a formidable foe. For me, they are my death. They are my only one and true weakness. One person. Caused all this. I cannot be mad though. I could never be mad. After all, without, I would have never have had a true reason to be here. My only reason.
No one knows my name. And those who do, don't know my past. And those who know my past, don't know my true nature. And those who know my true nature are gone from me forever. Never to be found again. And, as I lie here weak, my last final hours, I think of them. I think of my pathetic past and the future I never truly had. The one I dreamed of that was taken away from me when I came from my mother's womb. When merciless people came and destroyed the only life I knew. And I was forced to make my own. That, is what I think of now.
I know that these are my final days, hours, minutes, however you want to put it. It seems longer as minutes, but then again, a farmer can feel richer with all his gold turned to copper. And my body feels so weak, I may wish it were in days. Death will be a blessing to all who knew me. And all who may have met me had I been saved. They do not know how blessed they are.
My life, as I have already said, was a waste. Some, very few, may say not, but it is true. And, I don't like thinking of it. But, a man's life flashes through his mind as he dies. It is now my time. Though, that doesn't mean I want it to happen.
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My birth. Whelps are not supposed to remember it. But, just like the rest of my cursed life, I remember it almost perfectly. My mother was dead as I came. My father wasn't present. He was gone as she was. The same sickness. The exact same. The midwife wrapped me up and held me to her.
"This child. The one who will be the cycle. The one, who will break all traditions. And, he will live a cursed life."
I didn't understand the meaning of these words. What would they mean to a newborn? But, the midwife did not have me for long. Soon after, the last remaining survivors of the village, which had been virtually wiped out from the disease, was destroyed by Tokugawa Ieyasu and his army, off for a fight.
I, only 5, soon knew the ravages of war. They were truly all I knew. I was taken in by an old ninja, by the name of Ietsugu. I was taught his ways. I became as ruthless as the lord's themselves, but much more cunning and clever. I was just as merciless. I was 10 times beyond their level. Yet, I did not gloat. I was taught not to. It was not becoming.
Ietsugu left me when I was 13. I knew he was tired of me. I was amazed he hadn't left before. I thought the old man had no conscience.
I was worse than a ninja or any samurai. I was more like a hitokiri. Though, I was never hired. I worked alone. I did no one's work other than my own. My name, was Kurobashi Inuyasha.
A/N: Alright, a nice prelude to this whole sad story. It is a little bit funny in some places and fluffy and happy. But, the last, is so sad, I cried forever!
The song at the first part is called "No Reply" from Cowboy Bebop. I don't own it or Inuyasha. Blah blah and all that legal stuff.
I don't know exactly how long this will be, though I have the ending planned out. It will be long. I'll give it that.
So, ja for now!
~~~Y.L.S.
Please review and tell me how it sounds so far! Or if I should even continue??????