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Kagamoesiun
Dark Angel Of Fire Ice
amyrose300
Veiled by the obscurity of the night tears of melancholy streamed down the hanyou's face as he leaned against the stone wall, longing to be free and away from his captor. Even though he always put on a fierce appearance, he was indeed withering away. He would never let Naraku know, for that would only cause him more pain and ignominy than his current state.
InuYasha sighed as he stared at the stuffed toy, so calm and collected, so naïve and unknowing, so fortunate that it would never succumb to the torture Naraku put him through. He would always act tough and aggressive towards his captor, but only to hide the inner child that raged inside and beseeched to be set free in tears. In truth, InuYasha was still only a child, still a teen that was put through all of this, and was, in fact slowly falling apart.
Although he was in an adequate condition, being that he was fed every other day, mentally he couldn't take this any longer, and it only showed a diminutive amount on his physical appearance, mainly in his eyes that had been dulled. His eyes that told all and kept nothing, they bore the scars of what he's seen, and the stories of the places he's been, they, too, were fading with his forbearance of what was bequeathed upon him.
InuYasha choked on the tears that bathed his face with a watery salt, and glistened in the moon's shadows. It wasn't necessarily cold out that night, but the hanyou shivered with the knowledge that he may never escape his lonely confinements. He was so alone in the world at this point, so…forgotten. The only 'friend' he had now was the stuffed bear, which he held tightly. The texture reminded him of Kilala's fur…before she was brutally killed by his captor.
He would never actually admit to anyone, not even himself that he found comfort in the toy he nestled with, but it brought him company and some form of 'friendship.' InuYasha tried to hold back the unwanted tears that poured forth from his eyes only to have more flood his face. All he wanted was to be amongst his friends at this point, have won the battle, or at least gone down with them. He knew not why Naraku chose to keep him alive or why he didn't slaughter him along with his friends in the battle faded into time.
All he could do now was live day to day and take the form of torture Naraku presented to him without cowering. His will to survive and escape was the only thing keeping him from suicide. And also was the human blood surging in his veins that refused to let him give up.
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