Like Broken Glass
A/N: I wrote this out of nowhere, but since Inuyasha hasn't been here for a while I figured I'd post it before the Miroku/Sango chapter
Disclaimer: I own it! I do! I do I do I do! (wakes up from dream) Oh… hi… -achem- "Inu-Yasha" the anime/manga that my fanfiction is based on does not belong to me… otherwise this wouldn't be fanfiction and I'd be filthy rich.
Like Broken Glass...
It was the end of the day and the sky was a delicate pale blue dome above him, scattered with wisps of pearl colored clouds. The sun was warm and welcoming, its rays heating his unprotected skin and the pavement beneath him. Inuyasha took a deep breath of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke into his face, the same gentle breeze that played with his hair, carrying it away. It was a beautiful day. And Inuyasha was alone.
His legs dangled over the roof's edge, the heavy weight of his combat boots threatening to pull him over completely to a seven-story drop. But he didn't really care. His face was downcast and shadowy, the cigarette resting between his fingers was held up to the side of his face as he rested his elbow on his thigh.
He was thinking about her. It had been over a year. Over a god damned year and he still couldn't stop thinking about her. It had been over a year… and still the scar on the left side of his chest hadn't faded away. It was a constant reminder, her reminder. He didn't even know why she had done it.
'Why…'
The memories were still as fresh as if it had all happened last night, not last night a year ago. And every time he thought about them they continued to cut into his already bleeding heart, like sharpened shards of broken glass.
"You traitor… traitor!" He could still hear her voice screaming at him. See the tears running down her face, lit to shine beneath the white street lamp above her, casting shadows on her face as she looked down at him, her dark black hair glossy and hanging around her face like thick black ropes. She had let out a sob before pointing the rifle to herself.
Cold terror pierced through his already shocked brain, "Ki-Kikyo" It had sounded like someone else's voice, choking out her name, it had looked like someone else's hand reaching out to stop her. But the pain in his chest was real. He couldn't get up without falling back down.
He watched as her beautiful, porcelain face went from crazed rage and hurt to a horrible sadness. His heart, bullet lodged within it and all… was aching for her.
"I'm sorry, Inuyasha…" She backed a step away from him a step, guilt starting to enter her beautiful dark eyes. "I'm so sorry…" She lifted her face upwards and into the light, a white, angelic light that flooded over her features. "I'll be with you now… very soon… we'll go to hell together. I promise."
It was silent as she lifted the gun into her mouth, tear paths still glittering down her face in the snow-white light. Her dark eyes closed.
"No Kikyo! Stop!"
Bang.
The cigarette butt was crushed into his white-knuckled fist, red hot embers smoldering and burning cruel ashen marks into the flesh of his palm. The pain brought him back into reality… a little. But it was already starting to subside. Damn being a hanyou…
A/N: Short I know. But you have to understand a few things. Inuyasha is still dweling on Kikyo's death, because he has nothing to distract him from it. I mean think about it, no one goes near him, no one talks to him, everyone's too afraid to try and get close to him so how could he possibly move on? When he gets to know Kagome… things will change.