From Dream to Nightmare

Story: Before the Twists of Fate

By: Sky

The woman in the car opened the door for him, and a little six-year-old Yasha stepped out. He was dressed in a little black tux with a white shirt, and a black tie around his neck. The woman had her red hair pulled back into a bun, and wore sunglasses to cover her eyes. She wore all black, from her knee-length skirt, to her long-sleeved shirt, to the black high-heals.

Yasha didn't care at the moment though. There was only one reason that he had gone with the woman. He walked along the marble markers, until he arrived at one particular one, with flowers still fresh on it, and the ground newly broken before it.

Placing a bouquet of flowers that he had picked from his mothers favorite flower garden, at the base of the stone, he reached his tiny hand out, and placed it on his mothers gravestone; lightly tracing her name.

As he touched the smooth surface, the memories of her last day alive came back to him.

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"Please forgive me InuYasha. You're going to take care of yourself now," he remembered his mother saying as she lay dying in the hospital bed. Her rich black hair looked like spilled on the crisp white hospital sheets.

"You'll be better soon," he had told her, stroking her pale hand between his two small ones. His mother had given him a small sad smile, then reached around her neck and pulled off the necklace she had always worn. She opened his two tiny hands, placing them together, then placed the necklace within them. Ever so gently, she closed his hands around the necklace. Though, Yasha could have sworn that the ruby-violet jewel glittered as his hands closed around it.

"Your grandmother gave this to me," she told him, giving him a smile. "As her grandmother before her, and several more before that. I was hoping to pass it on to my daughter as well, but it doesn't look like I will be able to do that. So I give charge of it to you InuYasha. When you are grown, and have a daughter of your own, please give her this for me. I'm sure she will be beautiful. I'm just sorry I couldn't be there to see her..." The last words were spoken in a whisper

"No, please, mother. Don't leave me!" the five-year-old InuYasha had cried, watching as his mothers violet eyes slowly closed, her hands slackened against his, and the monitors stopped beeping and shifted to an annoying high-pitched sound as her heart had stopped beating.

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Now he stood before her gravestone, the day after they had buried her, and clutched her necklace in one tiny fist. They had allowed him to stay at his house during the time of her burial, and the day afterwards. Someone had been by to make food and drop some off for him, but now they wanted him out of there.

"A child at his age can't live by themselves," one commented, and several other voices behind him agreed. A big burly man with black hair had then picked up InuYasha from his position before his mothers grave, wrenching the childs hands from their resting place on her name.

"Wait! Wait! I can't leave her! MOTHER!"

After that day, Yasha had gone from the warm protective arms of his mother, to the continual nightmares of being shipped from one foster home to another. No one wanted to have anything to do with the child, which on every move, bore more and more anger and hatred in his violet orbs.

Neko-Lady asked me to do one of these little one-shots about Yasha. So here it is! Yay! It is kinda hard to write about him. Oh yeah, and please REVIEW! Thanks.

Sky