The Eternal Bond, Trust ch9
Yikes, this chapter is so short. It's just that a band competition had got in the way of my writing, but whatever.
Anyways, this whole chapter is about Inuyasha basically thinking, so don't really expect Kagome to come out, because you will be disappointed.
Once again, my apologies.
Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha because for starters I'm not even Japanese…
Inuyasha wandered aimlessly through the forest, weaving a path through the dense trees. A gust of wind picked up the leaves coating the ground and blew them around, and in the process lifting his own silky tresses.
He stopped as he came out into a clearing filled with rolling waves of grass that spread far. Tilting his head to face the sky, Inuyasha's serious expression reflected the inner turmoil in his head. Why did this have to happen to him? Did he anger the gods, or was fate just so cruel?
Breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, Inuyasha scanned his eyes over the scenery, freezing when he saw a few soul stealers in the distance. He bit his lip in uncertainty, wondering whether he should go to Kikyo, remembering his promise to do so a couple of days ago.
No, he couldn't go when Kagome was sick like this, especially under these circumstances. He took one last quiet glance at the sleek white forms and walked in the other direction.
Focusing his hearing on the oncoming breeze, Inuyasha caught phrases of Kagome's conversation, meaning that Miroku and Sango were still there. If he wasn't afraid he would further damage her injuries, Inuyasha would've scooped her up and taken her outside to the forest, so they could talk.
He still was unsure of how this ordeal had affected her, and with each passing minute his dread grew until he felt he could no longer bear it.
Knowing her presence would calm his panicky state, Inuyasha moved to the hut, opting to sit down just outside the entryway. Propping Tetsaiga against one muscular shoulder, Inuyasha quietly, and for once patiently, waited.
Breathing her scent slowly in and out gave him the peace of mind she was alive, and his actions hadn't inflicted fatal injuries.
Injuries. There was that word again. Inuyasha flinched violently and clenched his fists every time he thought of that word. How could he have brought so much pain to someone he wanted to hurt the least?
He would never even dream of bringing harm to the priestess from the future. Every scratch she received, he felt it too, in his heart he took the blow with her, shared the pain, and welcomed it as it brought a degree of numbness.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he might've had a chance at a life he had only yearned after, with the only woman he deemed worthy enough of spending his entire demonic life span with, but after this tragedy, he doubted she would even come back once she got down that well.
Despair pooled around his heart, gripping it in a cold hand of fear but he fought the panic down, forcing himself to not think about that, and how it would affect him.
Unfortunately, the truth was staring with its cruel, unmerciful eyes right into his face, its ugly sight overbearing for the half demon.
Scanning his golden, haunted gaze out towards the sky, Inuyasha mused that he saw the shine of the souls of the dead hovering over one area of the forest.
Then, there was the subject of Kikyo. He had to sort out his jumbled feelings for the deceased miko, too. He knew that he loved Kagome, more so than he had ever cared for another woman. But, deep down Inuyasha still harbored some left over emotions for Kikyo… the first person to capture his heart's attention.
Kagome, however, had unintentionally, and unknowingly managed to seize possession of his whole soul, carrying it around in her capable and understanding presence. When she was gone, or had vanished, she also disappeared with a portion of him, leaving him to experience the emptiness of being alone again.
The memories of his childhood, at best, were horrible and nerve-wracking. Growing up, he hadn't been lucky enough to be sheltered by a welcoming family. Due to his heritage, he was shunned, scorned for even existing. After a while, he had even started to hate himself, cursing his family for what they had made him.
Then, one day, when he had been seriously injured by some attacking adult demons, and was lying on the ground, bleeding, he hit his lowest. For hours on end he remained in that same position, not sure whether or not to just give up his life. His hair was staining red from the blood pooling around his limp form, and he was beginning to feel the early symptoms of blood loss, but he didn't care.
Just when he thought he had came to a life-altering decision; Inuyasha had remembered a saying his mother used to tell him when he was sad.
"Don't ever give up. Life is much too precious to be thrown to the wind, Inuyasha."
And, with the sweet, reassuring voice of his mother in his memory, Inuyasha had precariously stood and shakily tended to his wounds.
He had stuck by those words for decades, using them for strength whenever he felt anything was more than he could handle. They were a support column for him, urging him on with their simple truth.
In this situation, though, they could not be reflected on. What Inuyasha used to rely on to solve his problems held no effect on rescuing him from this misery. He didn't know what course of action to take, how to show Kagome just how apologetic and guilty he was.
Miroku emerged from the hut and peered closely at the half demon off in his own thoughts. "Those seem to be some intense musings, Inuyasha. Would you care to share a few of them?"
For a moment Inuyasha was startled, not having heard the monk exit, but he made no show of it, instead slowly sliding his sharp golden eyes to Miroku, who was towering over him. "I don't think so, Miroku," he replied negatively.
Unfazed, Miroku continued to stand before him, his eyes focused on the unresponsive half demon. "I would not think so much about it. She will forgive you, you'll see."
Inuyasha roughly placed his hands on the ground, digging his claws into the soil and not meeting Miroku's eyes. "And what if she doesn't?" he snarled softly.
Sighing lightly, the monk moved his eyes to the clear blue sky. A few birds passed overhead, and he followed their movements. "Inuyasha, you know Kagome's personality better than any of us. She is a very forgiving type, and does not easily hold grudges."
Miroku's answers were slowly soothing his raging conscience, but Inuyasha still had questions burning in the back of his head. "This isn't a stupid little fight, Miroku! Who knows if she will or not?!"
Turning away from the flock of birds, Miroku began to head back into the hut. "You are making a mountain out of an anthill, Inuyasha. That is all I am trying to say."
Letting loose a growl of frustration at the priest, Inuyasha stood up, his head spinning with questions and thirsting for answers.
"Damnit, when will I be able to talk to her!?" Inuyasha finally yelled, and was rewarded with the answer of complete silence around him. Snorting egotistically, he walked on, not really sure of where he was going but certain of one thing: he needed a break from thinking.
I am so, so, so, so sorry for such a short, small insignificant chapter! I know you were wanting Kagome to talk to Inuyasha, but seriously I needed to update. I absolutely swear that the next chapter she will talk to him!!
Thanks for your reviews and the next will be better, I guarantee it.
-kikyohater92-