LN makes it more personalized (Lingy's Note). As I am the all wonderfuleth..-strikes a pose-:
Anywho like. w00t. This is yet another Inuyasha fanfic. But not only that is stolen! So is the storyline! Wow imagine that...This is based on my favourite Hong Kong film: My Left Eye Sees Ghosts. Obviously...aaaaaand I don't own Inuyasha. I do however own a box. So if you sue me, you'll be wasting money on a lawyer to get a box. Hell, just take the damn box. I don't want it.
My Left Eye Sees Ghosts
Prologue: Lonely with no Doubt
" ...And, may he rest under the peace of God." as the Priest finalized his speech, slowly, one by one, as each person passed in a monotonous manner. Each dropped an individual white rose in their wake. The freshly covered grave enveloped a slightly elevated, ramp-like tombstone, carved, not intricately as one might think, but rather bluntly, quickly done, boring, and lacking any kind of warmth whatsoever, not unlike the coldness that now rested 6 feet under. But if you knew of whom once bore the name, freshly scraped into this hard rock named grave marker, maybe, just maybe a flicker of energy and life could have sparked. It didn't have to be this way. But that's the way it had turned out.
Inukko Tsui
1978 - 2004
Taken leave of the hope
Crying against the early entity
A girl pitched forward, her dress forgotten, and dirtied in the cause, along with her pride. She clawed the soil, disturbing it with the fruitless waving of her arms, all whilst sobbing uncontrollably. Izayoi stood back, quietly watching the spectacle, steeling her gaze, for already a protective shield had surrounded her since she heard the unfortunate news of her son's death.
" Somebody help her." Izayoi stated without emotion.
The girl wailed on as a pair of hands tried to raise her from her position on the ground. " No!" her anguished cries reverberated throughout the graveyard. " No—! Inu-Inukko! No! Come back!"
Another woman attempted to pry her from the ground, for the other, seeing the distraught girl had broken down as well. She frantically tried to console the hysterical girl, " Mrs. Tsui, please, Inukko would have wanted you to live happily and– Please! Mrs. Tsui!" the woman turned from her comforting to face Izayoi who had tapped her on the shoulder.
Izayoi stared calmly and expressionlessly towards her, " That is not my daughter-in-law." Izayoi pointed to a corner of the graveyard where an unnoticed woman stood.
" That is my dead son's wife."
Kagome clutched her bag tighter as all the heads turned to gaze at her. She stared back, at first unseeingly, caught off guard. A wisp of her hair rippled in rhythm to the wind.
And that was how she stood, not defiantly, but immersed in a wordless conversation. Not with the grief-stricken people, not really, with anybody. Eventually, the masses of black dresses and suits thinned, and then completely faded away with time. Kagome ventured forward, face the tombstone, and knelt down in front of it. She soon revealed her purpose as she retrieved two plates from her bag. She set them upon the moist grass, and reached into the bag again, this time bringing out three oranges. She piled them on the left dish, and placed a lamb rib on the right plate. Finally she removed the incense sticks and a lighter, set the tips of the sticks aflame, and in the process, she burnt herself. She cursed softly and caught the sticks before they fell to the ground rendering them useless. Her duty brought a shaking feeling to her long sunken heart, reminding her of the early age that she was to perform such a tragic ritual for her husband's passing.
A foreboding wind rose and swept across the graveyard, and with it, it took the whispers of the unfurling remains of the incense sticks, now, long abandoned.
L/N: It's a romantic comedy I swear! Unless you don't trust me...I know I wouldn't...crap, I'm starting to sound like Amy Tan (who is an amazing writer and I couldn't dream of possibly amounting to bask in her level of talent.)
TTFN (as tiger would say.)
lingy