InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Look Through My Eyes. ❯ Dreams ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
A Look Through My Eyes.

A/N: I Do NOT own Inuyasha or any Inuyasha related characters. But any original characters I add to this are completely mine, and I would appreciate it if you asked before you used them if you wished to use them in a story of yours. Thanks!

Dreams.


I was only faintly aware that this was a dream. Only part of my subconscious was aware that I wasn’t really seeing what I thought I was. But I really wasn’t paying attention to that part of my brain.

The ground hissed angrily around me, almost as if it was mad enough to spurt scalding hot steam into my face and burn me to pieces.

I would have liked that better then what was happening now.

They lay crumpled, broken and mangled a few meters in front of me. Their faces torn and bloodied beyond recognition, but some how I knew who they were. Sango, Miroku, Kaede, Kouga, Ayame, everyone I have ever encountered before, during, and after the journey to find the sacred jewel shards. Everyone but three.

Kagome, looking much older. How old was she now? She looked 18 or 19 at least . . . Seriously? Then there was Shippo (standing beside Kagome and holding her hand firmly) looking like he was a teenager now, his auburn hair let loose and falling to his shoulders. Last was Kikyo, who stood off to the side. She didn’t change much, as I expected. She was dead after all. They seemed to be untouched. They were watching me with a mix of anxiety, fear, sadness and disgust. Kikyo was the only one to display the latter emotion though.

“How could you?” Shippo whispered, whipping tears from his eyes and turning to press his tear-stained face into Kagome’s stomach. She held him tightly.
“What are you talking about?” I stepped towards the two of them, and they flinched away from my outstretched hand. Then I noticed the blood that completely coated my hands, all the way to the middle of my forearm.

I flinched away from my own hand, but unfortunately it happened to be attached, so there was no escaping it. I was disgusted by this appendage that was attached to my shoulder that was covered in the blood of my friends (I could deal with the fact that my enemies blood was coated on that at well, they didn’t matter as much, they wanted to kill me anyways but it was the blood of my friends that bothered me).

“W-What happened?” I didn’t really need to ask, I could figure out that I had gone full demon and killed them, but why was everyone gathered here? Why was everyone I have ever meet in one spot? It was like they were just waiting for me to kill them.

“You killed them all.” Kikyo hissed, her cold eyes narrowing. “You’re a monster.”

“No, I-” I tired to make her see that it wasn’t my fault, but Kagome interrupted me.

“You killed them . . .” she murmured, her voice cracking. I could smell the tears she was holding back now. “All of them. Sango, Miroku, Kaede, Jinenji, Shiori.” she stopped listing names there, and the tears finally fell. She clutched Shippo closer, and I wanted so badly to go over and comfort them. My arms suddenly felt like the weighed a hundred pounds.

“You don’t belong here.” Kikyo said, her voice returning to the cold collected tone I was used to. She stepped forward, a bow and arrow in her hand. “You are a threat, a danger, and I will not allow you to live.”
“No!” I snapped at her, and rage boiled in my stomach. I don’t know why I was having a reaction like this to her words, she was right. I would have given anything for me to take back what I had done, and if I couldn’t then I would love for Kikyo to kill me. So why was I resisting? Why was I so mad that she wanted to kill me after what I had done?

My eyes locked on Kagome and in infuriated me more that she wasn’t telling Kikyo to stop, that she wasn’t defending me. But my anger faded when I saw her set Shippo down, and pull a bow and arrow out from behind a tree. Her eyes were angry when she turned to look at me again.

“You killed them.” she repeated again, and then she moved over to one of the bodies, a small child by the looks of it. Strangely, the child looked familiar. The child was a boy, with short black hair and wide, lifeless brown eyes. Kagome’s eyes. No . . .I couldn’t . . .

“Souta.” she whispered, kissing the dead boys forehead. “You killed my little brother.” she stood, and was glaring at me with such hatred that I couldn’t possibly think that it was Kagome who was looking at me. She stepped towards me, lifted up the bow, and notched the arrow.

Now this, this was not what I expected.

“YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!” she screeched, and with an amount of spiritual power so great that the forest glowed pink and momentarily blinded me, she let the arrow fly.

I had willed myself to stay put, to allow her to kill me --I had after all, killed her brother-- but, I found myself flying across the trees, dodging her arrow, and growling loudly at her. Why was I doing this? Kagome was of no threat to me, other then she wanted to kill me, but she had every right to.

Another arrow zoomed towards me, the air around it sizzling where it touched my demonic aura, and I hastily jumped out of the way. That was Kikyo’s arrow, and I had no intention of being killed by her. Not again, anyway.

Before I knew it --and if I had knew it I would have stopped myself-- I laughed myself through the air, towards Kagome’s glowing form. My outstretched hand still coated with blood, but the claws were longer, and there were purple lines encircling my wrists.

NO!

I closed my eyes, tried to make myself stop, and when my claws hit something, I screamed.

NO!

NO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I opened my eyes, already filled with tears --I was expecting to see Kagome’s dead body on the other end of my arm-- and nearly fainted.

My claws were in a tree trunk!

I sighed, happy that I had missed. I was happy enough that I didn’t hit her to almost start dancing with joy, but then I started wondering why I missed. And how I could have missed. When my demon was in control, I never missed unless the enemy countered my attack, or was also a demon and dodged it. But since Kagome was not a demon, and did not counter my attack, why was she not at the end of my claws? (Hey, don’t get me wrong, I am very happy that she wasn’t, but I just wanted to know why.)

A roar was heard overhead, and I looked upwards as I hastily removed my claws from the bark of the spruce tree they were imbedded in. My eyes popped open wide, and my mouth hung agape as I stared at what was hovering above me.

Kagome, hovering on what looked like a giant saucer of spiritual power, sat 50 feet above my head, and easy distance for me to jump, but for her!? A human!? No way, that just wasn’t possible. . . Was it?

I knew Kagome hadn’t made that roar, it had sounded demonic when I heard it, and I quickly scanned the air above her to see where it was from. And I quiet nearly fainted yet again (I had no idea why I was feeling like I was going to faint, I felt fine . . .maybe huge relief? What ever the case I paid little attention to it).

A gigantic looking reddish-brown fox --easily the size of Sesshomaru’s transformed self, if not larger-- was growling lowly at me, it’s back arched as it’s head lowered to the ground and it’s muzzle wrinkled, pulling back over it’s teeth to expose fangs twice the size oh me. The angry red eyes of the fox were solely trained on me, and I had no doubt that this demon was more than willing to kill me should I make any unexpected movements.

Which included dodging the arrow that Kikyo had just let fly.

I cured what gods there may be for putting me in this position, but I jumped, narrowly avoiding the arrow, but I put myself in the line of the fox’s hungry jaws.

Shit.

Twisting myself away from the teeth as the fox tried to clamp it’s jaws tight around my body, I landed lightly on the nose of the beast, and watched as it’s eyes crossed to look at me. Had I not been in a life or death situation I would have laughed at how ridiculous the animal looked.

But despite the fact that this demon could quiet easily kill me right now, I laughed anyways. And those crossed red eyes narrowed. And the muzzle beneath my bare feet tightened. I prepared to jump away from the beast, fully prepared to latch onto Kagome who was floating a few feet above my head, if that was necessary. But with the look she was giving me (which promised pain or death --which ever came first) I didn’t think I would actually want to do that.

Abruptly, I felt a pain in my chest, and looked down to see a small, but defiantly see able, arrow sticking into my heart. I knew Kikyo hadn’t fired it. And it wasn’t leaking out the spiritual power that Kagome’s always did . . .but this power was farmiliar . . .like it was partly Kagome’s . . .and partly . . .mine? How could this spiritual power be mine when I --clearly a demon and possessing no spiritual power what-so-ever, actually spiritual power would probably kill me if the attack was delivered in the right place-- was not a spiritual being? I had no spiritual power! This was way too confusing, this mad no sense, this was seriously starting to make me wonder what the hell I had eaten before that was making me see these thing now and this . . .

. . .this was giving me a headache.

“Inuyasha!” a enraged cry came from my left, and I turned, completely ignoring the less-that-hostile demon I was standing on. What had made it less angry? I obviously hadn’t done anything. I felt to tired to do anything actually.

But I turned to my left, and quickly drank in the appearance on the women who was perched on a high branch of a spruce tree. Her hair was long, black and flowed down to her mid back from what I could tell. She was dressed as I was, though the haori and hakama were a dark purple with floral design, distinctly female. She stood, a bow clutched in her left hand --which I could see claws glinting in the light. Claws? On a miko?-- and her right hand still behind her from what her stance had turned into when she released the arrow. Her eyes were what I noticed the most. Those cold, reflective, amber eyes.

My eyes.

Exactly my color eyes.

My eyes popped open enough that I could almost feel them push out of my head. The wind shifted, blowing westward towards me, and brought the girls scent to me. The aroma made me close my eyes and sigh.

Her scent was a perfect balance of Kagome’s and my scent.

Again my eyes popped open. Was this . . .was she . . .was. . . I couldn’t force myself to think it, but I watched as Kagome floated down towards her, and I could distinctly see Kagome’s features in the girls.

“Ceara.” Kagome said affectionately, and then she sighed. “This isn’t your fight. It’s too dangerous for you. Go home.”

“If it’s too dangerous for me, then it’s damn well to dangerous for you mom.” the girl --Ceara-- hissed. “I am part demon, you know. I heal faster than you, and I can sure as hell take much more damage than you can.”

“Do not talk to me like that.” Kagome growled back, and her eyes narrowed coldly. “It’s bad enough that you inherited your father’s attitude, but did you need to pick up his language as well?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My father was never around.” Ceara pointedly glared at me, and I felt a cold shiver go down my spine. Did this girl know that I was her father?

Her father!?

Now where the hell had that come from!?!?

“And I’m going to fix that. I promise.” Ceara growled lowly as Kagome said this, but she nodded, and backed away into the trees, her amber eyes glowing only slightly. Kagome turned back to me. “You see what you’ve done?” she asked me sadly.

“Uh . . .no?” I offered, completely and totally confused as to just what the hell was going on.

“That’s your daughter.” Kagome whispered softly, and she sighed when she noticed my completely frozen posture. “Why’d you have to leave Inuyasha? It was like you . . .wanted to abandon us.”

“No! I . . .I never . . .” how could I tell her that I would never dream of leaving her, and that I didn’t want to abandon her, that I would always be around to protect her, when obviously I had already abandoned her? How could I tell her that I loved her more then anything when she already thought so poorly of me?

Answer: I couldn’t.

“You did abandon us. And for that, I can never forgive you.” she took the bow and arrow that Ceara --my . . .my daughter-- had dropped, along with an arrow, and notched it quickly.

This time I didn’t move as the arrow was released. And I didn’t flinch as it struck home. My chest, aimed right at my heart. Defiantly something that would kill me.



My eyes snapped open, and for a while, I just lay there panting. But why was I laying down? I was pretty sure that I had been sleeping with my back against the wall in my usual sleep-while-sitting-position. I don’t remember laying down.

But Shippo was still curled into me, his tail twitching slightly in his sleep as he snuggled closer to my stomach. I was on my side, and I seemed to have curled myself around the kit, like an over protective father unable to have his pup bared to the world while he slept.

Protective father.

Wasn’t that what Kagome had once told me Shippo thought of me as? As a father? Was that seriously what Shippo thought I was? I didn’t even know I acted like a father. I looked down again, looked at how my body was protectively curved around his, and how he was snuggled into my stomach and sighed. Maybe I was acting like a father, but only a little. This was okay, I didn’t mind it at all. But then the kit started to stir.

He blinked open his blurry eyes and scanned the room before looking up at me. He smiled, and I knew he had at least gotten a decent sleep. He’d sleep much better when he was able to sleep cuddled up to Kagome.

“Thanks Inuyasha.” he whispered to me, and he curled closer, trying very hard to go back to sleep. Absently I stroked his tail. His body tensed for a short moment --after all, usually when I touched his tail I usually tried to yank him in the air to threaten him-- but after a while he relaxed.

When he was completely asleep, and I knew he was deeply under, I ducked my head down to kiss hi forehead lightly. “Sleep well pup . . .” I murmured, unaware for the moment of the warmed brown eyes of the slayer that were watching me, and went back to sleep myself.