InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond the Well ❯ A Missing Sister's Diary ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: This probably fits in the A/U category, but I'm not quite sure. In this story, Inuyasha is the bad guy. It's not one of those Inuyasha is the misunderstood bad guys stories, nor is it a story where the jewel corrupts Inuyasha.

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I do have a Sesshomaru bookmark. Doesn't that at least count for something?

 

Chapter 1: A Missing Sister's Diary

 

December 29, 1992

 

Tomorrow, Inuyasha will be coming to get me and we will meet up with Kouga and Sesshomaru, and our friends to prepare for the final battle. It's been two and a half years since Mistress Centipede pulled me through the well, and into the Warring States Era. We are finally close to the end of our journey. Most of my entries are about how much I love Inuyasha, and how we are going to be together when this is all said and done, but this one won't be. Something happened a few weeks ago that really disturbed me, and I had to tell someone about it. So here goes…

 

It was the night of the new moon and I was returning from taking my exams. When I climbed out of the well, Kikyo was standing there with her soul collectors. It's like she was waiting for me or something. It was kind of creepy to see her, but I didn't think she meant me any harm. Her eyes were sad and distant as she looked at me. I don't even really hate Kikyo. I don't think I ever have, but I feel sorry for her. I mean, she was ripped from a grave that she was never resurrected from in the first place. Now she has to walk the earth as the living dead. How much would that suck?

 

She told me that I couldn't give the jewel to Inuyasha when it was complete and actually asked me if she could take Inuyasha to hell with her! As if I'd tell her to go ahead. Duh! She even told me that Inuyasha was the bad guy, not Naraku. And that Naraku was the good guy.

 

Maybe being the walking dead makes your brain short circuit or something. Naturally I didn't believe her. If that were true, why would Naraku have done all the awful shit that he has done?

 

She looked at me in that depressing way that is totally hers and told me that since I wouldn't let her kill Inuyasha that she was going away. To where she didn't say and I didn't ask. I really don't care where she went, but we haven't seen her since. Inuyasha is convinced that Naraku killed her. I know better, but for some reason I don't want to tell him what Kikyo told me.

 

Maybe it's because I have been really thinking about what she said, and have started to question Inuyasha's motivations myself. Sometimes when we make eye contact there is something so evil and chilling in his readable eyes, that I feel an instant spark of fear, then it fades as if it had never been there, making doubt that it was really there to begin with. Surely I'm just seeing things. Inuyasha is too good for that to be true. Besides, no one can act as well as he would need to, in able to pull that off.

 

But still, I can't help but doubt Inuyasha. What if he really is the bad guy?

 

I need to stop thinking that way! Of course Inuyasha's not the villain! Thinking like that will only enable Naraku to separate us the way he did with Kikyo and Inuyasha.

 

Kikyo is wrong!

 

Kikyo has to be wrong! She just has to be!

 

But what if she isn't?

 

What if Kikyo is right?

 

**Souta, 2005**

 

Camouflage pants with black, mud spotted combat boots sticking from the end, hung into the gaping mouth of the Bone Eaters Well. A plain white T-shirt was pulled tightly over a thin, but muscular torso. A sigh escaped the twenty five year old man's lips as he sat on the edge of the well. A cigarette hung loosely from the fingers of his right hand as he stared into the darkness in deep concentration.

 

He remembered each word of that diary entry verbatim. There was once a time that he would never read his sister's diary for fear of her wrath. Now he read it to feel a connection with her.

 

If his mother caught him out here, she would skin him alive. After all, she believed that she had already lost one child to the damn well. She didn't want to lose another.

 

Sixteen years ago to this day, his older sister had been pulled into it by a giant centipede, and taken five hundred years back in time. It was there that she meet the half demon, Inuyasha, and a journey began that had lasted for at least three years. He didn't know if or when they defeated the evil Naraku. Because one day his sister and Inuyasha had come back for some supplies, they said the final battle was near, and Souta never saw Inuyasha or Kagome again.

 

Souta liked to think that Kagome was simply trapped in the past. That a wish had been made on the jewel and she wasn't able to return. That she was living happily with her beloved Inuyasha, and making lots of little babies with him.

 

Souta had a feeling that that wasn't the case. He had a feeling that something more dark and sinister had happened to his older sister.

 

But what?

 

He had no idea.

 

Everything brought him back to that diary entry Kagome had written. The last entry Kagome had written. In retrospect, Souta knew what Kagome was talking about when she mentioned the look in the half demon's eyes.

 

He had seen it himself. The way Inuyasha would sometimes look at them, especially Kagome, had confused Souta as a boy. As a man, it made him shutter. The lust, hatred, and calculating coldness would appear in Inuyasha's eyes, and vanish so quickly that you thought you had imagined it.

 

But what if it had been real?

 

What if the dead priestess had been right?

 

There was no way he would ever know. It's not like the well would let him through. Even though he did gain spiritual power when he turned eighteen, he knew the only two people it worked for were Kagome and Inuyasha.

 

Souta was so deeply engrossed in his dark, somewhat paranoid thoughts, that he failed to notice when Buyo, who was now pushing twenty, jumped onto the ledge of the well.

 

Souta shouted in terror, shocking the old, lazy cat, and jumped, causing himself to lose his balance.

 

And fall into the well.

 

`Damn, this is going to hurt.' He thought as he began to fall.

 

His eyes were closed tightly.

 

So he never saw the blue light of the time slip as it engulfed him.