InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bits From The Big Yellow Bag ❯ Making An Escape ( Chapter 21 )
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Making An Escape
Kagome hated the emptiness of the land as much as she loved it. Traveling on InuYasha’s back – or Kirara’s, as the situation called for it – was thrilling, but nothing compared to the Shikansen cutting across the island.
She hated killing, even when defending herself. Her grandfather espoused how everything in the world had value… being a force for destruction – even protecting her friends – tore at her each night.
Kagome was a cheerful girl. She liked to skip and sunshine and rainbows and relaxing after a hard day.
To be honest, it was hard being around people so troubled. She wouldn’t trade her friendships for anything, but the constant death and resurrection and lost loved ones and doomed futures slowly frayed everything that made her who she was.
InuYasha, Sango and Miroku were the strong ones in battle. T hey protected her, relied on her to shout instructions to save jewel shards.
But she was the strong one emotionally. She encouraged InuYasha when he was mocked in villages. She bucked up Miroku’s strength when he faltered, when he gave into the intimidation of likely death from his own hand. She held Sango as the woman sobbed at night, consumed by nightmares of Kohaku’s deadly rampage.
They didn’t understand.
They couldn’t.
She was from a different world… and she had no compunctions about escaping to that world when necessary. Tests made a good excuse; three days was all she asked for.
Three days to relax in the bathtub. To take a real shower. To eat Mama’s cooking and pretend she wasn’t a killer.
Like it or not, they needed holidays from the quest, too.
Only, she was the one willing to admit to the weakness… in hopes that in waiting on her, they could find a small measure of peace, as well.
She hated killing, even when defending herself. Her grandfather espoused how everything in the world had value… being a force for destruction – even protecting her friends – tore at her each night.
Kagome was a cheerful girl. She liked to skip and sunshine and rainbows and relaxing after a hard day.
To be honest, it was hard being around people so troubled. She wouldn’t trade her friendships for anything, but the constant death and resurrection and lost loved ones and doomed futures slowly frayed everything that made her who she was.
InuYasha, Sango and Miroku were the strong ones in battle. T hey protected her, relied on her to shout instructions to save jewel shards.
But she was the strong one emotionally. She encouraged InuYasha when he was mocked in villages. She bucked up Miroku’s strength when he faltered, when he gave into the intimidation of likely death from his own hand. She held Sango as the woman sobbed at night, consumed by nightmares of Kohaku’s deadly rampage.
They didn’t understand.
They couldn’t.
She was from a different world… and she had no compunctions about escaping to that world when necessary. Tests made a good excuse; three days was all she asked for.
Three days to relax in the bathtub. To take a real shower. To eat Mama’s cooking and pretend she wasn’t a killer.
Like it or not, they needed holidays from the quest, too.
Only, she was the one willing to admit to the weakness… in hopes that in waiting on her, they could find a small measure of peace, as well.
A/N:
Originally posted to LiveJournal on June 29, 2010
Word Count: 300
Prompt: "
Originally posted to LiveJournal on June 29, 2010
Word Count: 300
Prompt: "