InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bonding Loss ❯ One-Shot
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By: Radish 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 662 | Visits: 569 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 662 | Visits: 569 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi is a chick and I'm a dude.
Bonding Loss
Shippo rose from the herb garden, wiping sweat from his brow. Looking up he saw Inuyasha carrying a load of firewood into the village. Such errands were commonplace for him, now. From dawn till dusk, anything that needed doing Inuyasha did, without a word of complaint, or any words at all, usually. He didn’t speak much, anymore, except to the village children. For them there was no story he hadn’t told too often, and the children agreed they hadn’t yet heard any too often, either.
As Inuyasha walked past he spared Shippo a glance, and Shippo was not surprised at the look he saw in his eyes, despite not having seen it for many years. Inuyasha’s eyes always held pain, but today they seemed to barely contain it. Today, after all these years, the pain had caught up to him again. Today he was not just remembering the pain, but reliving it.
Her death had hurt them all, but it hit some of them harder than others. Miroku and Sango could look back to those days with nothing but fond reminiscence, now, but for Inuyasha and Shippo the hurt never seemed to go away. Even back then, they knew, they could only find true understanding in each other.
When Shippo needed comfort he could only find it in Inuyasha. The others would try, Kaede and Sango would try again and again to rock him in their arms, stroke his hair, whisper soothingly into his ear. It only seemed to increase his anxiety. He would scream and beg and fight for them to let him go, please let him go so he could find Inuyasha. And then he would track Inuyasha with a desperation none would wish on a child, and run, and leap at him, and whatever Inuyasha was doing he would stop to catch him, and hold him without a word, and let him cry. Inuyasha would not rock him, or stroke his hair, or whisper anything in his ear. He would just hold him, still as stone, strong as rock; strong for Shippo. But that strength would always falter, and Shippo would feel warm tears in his hair, and the smallest shudders, and hear the softest sobs, and briefly see, through all of Inuyasha’s walls, conscious and subconscious, how much he hurt, too. And somehow that brought more comfort than any gentle rocking or soothing words ever could.
Sometimes Inuyasha would even come to him. He would come to Shippo with so much pain in his eyes. Those times, too, Shippo would leap into his arms, and cry, as though it was he who had sought comfort. But he knew, deep down, that Inuyasha needed more comfort than he ever would.
The look Inuyasha had now, it was the same look he had every time he sought out Shippo all those years ago. Shippo was grown now, with a mate and his first children on the way. But that did not matter. Inuyasha needed him. Inuyasha would hold him again, and Shippo would cry, just as he had when he was a child. And just as he had when he was a child and Inuyasha needed him, he would not cry for Kagome, but for Inuyasha.
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A/N: Quite the opposite of my first fic, which is perhaps ridiculously happy. Though I usually avoid reading/watching tragedy like the plague, I find myself writing it a lot. My inspiration seems to REVEL in sorrow and tragedy, though I usually don't have it completely dominate. So, this is my first (probably last) Inuyasha tragedy (that doesn't suck). Hope it had the same impact on you that it did on me.
-Radish Anarcane
Shippo rose from the herb garden, wiping sweat from his brow. Looking up he saw Inuyasha carrying a load of firewood into the village. Such errands were commonplace for him, now. From dawn till dusk, anything that needed doing Inuyasha did, without a word of complaint, or any words at all, usually. He didn’t speak much, anymore, except to the village children. For them there was no story he hadn’t told too often, and the children agreed they hadn’t yet heard any too often, either.
As Inuyasha walked past he spared Shippo a glance, and Shippo was not surprised at the look he saw in his eyes, despite not having seen it for many years. Inuyasha’s eyes always held pain, but today they seemed to barely contain it. Today, after all these years, the pain had caught up to him again. Today he was not just remembering the pain, but reliving it.
Her death had hurt them all, but it hit some of them harder than others. Miroku and Sango could look back to those days with nothing but fond reminiscence, now, but for Inuyasha and Shippo the hurt never seemed to go away. Even back then, they knew, they could only find true understanding in each other.
When Shippo needed comfort he could only find it in Inuyasha. The others would try, Kaede and Sango would try again and again to rock him in their arms, stroke his hair, whisper soothingly into his ear. It only seemed to increase his anxiety. He would scream and beg and fight for them to let him go, please let him go so he could find Inuyasha. And then he would track Inuyasha with a desperation none would wish on a child, and run, and leap at him, and whatever Inuyasha was doing he would stop to catch him, and hold him without a word, and let him cry. Inuyasha would not rock him, or stroke his hair, or whisper anything in his ear. He would just hold him, still as stone, strong as rock; strong for Shippo. But that strength would always falter, and Shippo would feel warm tears in his hair, and the smallest shudders, and hear the softest sobs, and briefly see, through all of Inuyasha’s walls, conscious and subconscious, how much he hurt, too. And somehow that brought more comfort than any gentle rocking or soothing words ever could.
Sometimes Inuyasha would even come to him. He would come to Shippo with so much pain in his eyes. Those times, too, Shippo would leap into his arms, and cry, as though it was he who had sought comfort. But he knew, deep down, that Inuyasha needed more comfort than he ever would.
The look Inuyasha had now, it was the same look he had every time he sought out Shippo all those years ago. Shippo was grown now, with a mate and his first children on the way. But that did not matter. Inuyasha needed him. Inuyasha would hold him again, and Shippo would cry, just as he had when he was a child. And just as he had when he was a child and Inuyasha needed him, he would not cry for Kagome, but for Inuyasha.
A/N: Quite the opposite of my first fic, which is perhaps ridiculously happy. Though I usually avoid reading/watching tragedy like the plague, I find myself writing it a lot. My inspiration seems to REVEL in sorrow and tragedy, though I usually don't have it completely dominate. So, this is my first (probably last) Inuyasha tragedy (that doesn't suck). Hope it had the same impact on you that it did on me.
-Radish Anarcane