One Day You'll Be mine Chapter 1: Hidden tears, an inuyasha fanfic

Title: One Day You'll Be Mine

Chapter 1: Hidden Tears

A/N: This is kind of a angsty fic, I guess. I'm not really good with capturing emotions, but well I try. This is my first real attempt at one though so, hopefully you'll review. Later

I stood there, watching as the priest recited the words that would bind the couple that stood on the platform in the front of the room to holy matrimony. I couldn't say my heart wasn't breaking slowly, a piece of me breaking with every word that was spoken. It was as if someone had torn my flesh open, ripped out my heart and crushed it to pieces. The pain was unbearable, something inside of me I didn't even know was there, was raped and taken from me. All that was left of me was an empty shell.

Although inside I might have been dying, I kept my stoic stature. I remained seemingly unaffected, my body as stiff as a plank of boards, my head held up high. As much as I wanted to release the tears that were building up inside of me, I kept them locked, refusing to show my weakness to the ones around me.

As if I couldn't have felt any worse, the one man that was causing all my pain turned slightly to acknowledge me, sending me a comforting smile. God how I loved his smile. It always melted all my pain away every time he would give me even the faintest smirk. I locked gazes with him, his liquid pools of molten gold melting within my sapphire blues, clashing together in a deep liquid swirl. Every time, it made my heart flutter.

I mustered up the biggest smile I could afford, but sadly all that came out was a weak depressing half-smile. I should have been happy for him. I should have been congratulating him and giving him my best regards. A part of me was screaming inside, scolding me for being so selfish. Today was the most important day of his life, and yet here I was, ready to ruin it for him because of my petty emotions. I mentally scoffed, trying to calm down my emotions which were currently going haywire. I've never felt this way before, so weak and vulnerable. It was if someone ripped me open and twisted my insides around.

My musings ceased to a stop once the priest stated something, causing him to look away from me and direct his gaze towards the preacher. The woman next to him also directed her gaze towards the preacher, dressed in a white sleeveless velvet gown, clinging tightly against her pale skin and leading down past her legs only to flare out at the bottom. The veil she wore covered her face, a white see-through material made only her dark black eyes evident through the fabric. Her hair was held up in a tight elegant bun, her soft ebony locks confined with small silver clips. She looked absolutely gorgeous, which only served to make me feel worse.

The weak smile I had tried to plaster unto my face, quickly faded and was replaced with a deep frown. No matter how hard I tried to be happy, everything inside of me objected. My emotions refused to succumb to my wishes and I hated myself for it. I couldn't help the burning seethe of anger that suddenly blinded my senses. Why couldn't I be the one up there? My life was always taking a turn for the worse, whenever I wanted something, I would get the opposite. Whenever I tried fighting for what I believed was right , I ended up being wrong. In my whole life, I was always second place, even when it came to the one I love. I was always second best, it will never change will it?

The couple in front of me suddenly turned to face each other, locking gazes as they stared into each other's eyes lovingly. I could hardly bear it. I had to fight back the urge to turn around, and forced myself to continue watching. A loving smile, the type of smile that I would never get to see him direct at me, was on his face as he looked into the eyes of the woman next to him. She echoed his smile, her black pools sparkling with love and warmth.

The priest began to talk again, but I couldn't hear a word he said. To me, it was if he spoke silent words that would never reach my ears, not even if he screamed it. For all I could hear or see, was the look of complete love and adoration that filtered his handsome features. I almost cringed as he took her small delicate hand in his, cupping it between his masculine fingers.

What I wouldn't give for him to look at me that way, for him to hold my hand lovingly and whisper those three words that would instantly heal my dying heart. I bleed for him, inside I ripped, tore, and broke all for him and he would never know what he did to me. He would go on, living his life happily with her, without ever knowing that today, he killed me inside. He will never know my little secret, it will remain in my heart, locked inside until I burry it with me. At least that was how I wanted it, but fate always had a knack for twisting up my plans.

The preacher smiled, telling the groom to repeat the words after he had recited him. The groom, of course complied, reciting every word that had come from the preacher's mouth as he looked into the bride's eyes lovingly. Once he had finished his declaration and promises, he slipped a beautiful diamond ring unto one of her small slender fingers.

Her eyes widened with happiness, tears of joy clouding her dark black pools as she stared at the gorgeous golden ring that was currently locked unto her ring finger. She smiled, reciting the words essential from the priest after he had recited them to her. Once she had finished, she slipped a gleaming golden band unto his ring finger, both exchanging loving smiles as they locked gazes once again.

I held back a sob, wiping my eyes with the palm of my hand which were currently becoming glossy with tears as they brimmed the border of my eyelids, my thick black lashes becoming sleek as I tried to blink the tears away. I didn't want to cry, not in front of them, not in front of everyone. I could have gotten away with it, the brides mother was also crying, but not for the same purposes as myself.

The moment of truth entered the scene, causing silence to settle across the room as everyone waited observantly. It was time, for if anyone had objections to this marriage, it was time to speak now or forever held their peace.

My body screamed at me, telling me to stand up and object. Admit the barren that you have held upon your shoulders for as long as you had met him. Tell him now before it's too late, if it isn't too late already. I Shook my head, refusing to give into the opportunity that was currently presenting itself right in front of me. 'Get up!' My mind screamed, it took every fiber of my being to ignore the foolish thoughts and press them to the back of my head.

What would it result in? If I was to stand up and tell them they shouldn't get married because I harbored strong feelings for the groom? What would they do? They would laugh, ignore my pathetic pleas and would only result in my already torn heart to become battered even more.

So I stayed down, probably making the biggest mistake in my life. I compressed my lips tightly, making sure nothing would slip out. It wasn't right, I couldn't ruin his big day for him. We had talked about it for a long time now, even I myself had helped him plan the wedding. Why would I ruin it for him? For my best friend?

I wouldn't ruin it for my own selfish purposes. If he loved her, then let him be with her. All I can do is wish them good luck with their marriage, and hopefully they could live together happily for the rest of their years till death do them part. I couldn't help but wonder, what will become of me after that? Will I no longer be his best friend? Will he be too busy starting a family to offer a minute with the lowly shadow he used to hang out with in his youth days?

From the corner of my eye I caught his stare, snapping my head in his direction, the tingling feelings of being watched were proven correct as I locked gazes with his golden pools once again. A sudden swirl of emotions bursted through my wildly flashing cerulean orbs as we stared at each other, I couldn't quite determine the look he was gracing me with, but it only caused me to yearn for him more.

Oh how I so badly wanted to tell him. To tell him that I had loved him since the day we met, but could only offer friendship for I was afraid the feeling wasn't mutual. He never looked at me the way he looked at her. I didn't even have the faintest chance.

But still, the look he was sending me was as if he wanted to tell me something. His golden orbs flashing wistfully. He smiled gently in my direction, apparently glad to see his best friend sharing his moment with him. I tried once again to smile, he didn't know how much will power it took to smile back at him, silently telling him I was happy for him and glad he had made a commitment in his life. He took that as a reassurance everything was alright, as he shifted his gaze back unto his bride.

The final words were said as I watched helplessly in the crowd of people, staring from the sidelines. She whispered her 'I do.' making me wish even more that I could just leave the room. Run away before it was his turn to return the promise, but I was too late. Sending me one last glance, he turned back to her and whispered the words that made the final twist in my heart, the most painful one churn my insides.

"I do."

The moment their lips met, something inside me snapped. The strong containment I had deep within me, broke as I jumped out of my seat. Everyone around me roared with applause, some crying in happiness, others just plastering smiles upon their faces as they clapped for the new married couple.

I was no longer controlling my actions, as I broke out into a run. Flying past crowds of people and stumbling over chairs as I ran towards the exit. The tears I had tried to suppress, were now flowing down my cheeks hastily as I rushed out of the chapel.

I loved him, with every single shred of my broken heart. I cooped with him dating her for the past two years, I stayed by his side even when it was ripping me apart day by day. I offered my shoulder whenever they ran through rough edges, and guided them with all the knowledge a best friend could offer, and in return I got complete and utter heart break.

It was as if my whole world had been swallowed by a deep never ending pit of darkness. Was this the gratitude that was displayed for all my kindness? There was nothing left for me to do now, the man I loved had just been taken away from me.

It really hurts when the one you love, loves someone else. I should have given up a long time ago. I still don't understand why I kept going. I could have just turned away, and shut my heart out from him, but instead I got caught up and twisted. Now I'm nothing but a broken empty shell, wishing there was some way I could repair everything that I have lost.

A part of me, the only sensible part left, told me I should be happy. He's finally with the one he loves, and now he can live with her and be happy. I should be happy for him. But happiness just wasn't an option. As soon as I had bursted out of the chapel, the heavy drops of rain plundered from the sky, straight unto my small form, but I ignored it and continued to keep running, although I was drenched instantly.

I know he heard me leave, I could feel his eyes burning unto the back of my skull when I ran straight down the red carpet and out of the church. I almost could hear him scream my name, even as I ran, my senses blinded by my heart ache and pain, the loud claps of thunder only serving to worsen my mood.

I truly loved him, if only I had told him sooner, maybe I wouldn't have had to experiance this overwhelming pain that ate at my soul. It's too bad I was too naive and too foolish to overcome my fears, and let it get the best out of me. I will always love him, Inuyasha Tashio...

The one man that had stolen my heart and left me torn without it. This is my story of pain and love. My name is Kagome Higurashi, and this is my story.

A/N: Please review.