InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cerulean Sins ❯ You ( Chapter 1 )

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Cerulean Sins

Chapter One: You

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Features: Hello my name is…(General thoughts)

Hello my name is…(Emphasize words/or talking)

I sat there, empty and devoid of all emotion. You, he whispered softly to me, grabbing hold of my arms and positioning me against the cross that leaned on the wall. You shall be the Princess. The blood ran down my lips in a callous manor and my hands lay limply at my sides. And I…I shall be your prince… In a sick way his words were bringing redemption to me soul. In a sick way, his words were easing my passing into the next world, should there be one. God, I was so ready to go. Tell me you love me…it wasn't unusual that he would ask these things of me. In fact they were quite often and truly useless.

I smiled up at him slowly, Tell me a story…I whispered. He growled deeply within his chest and bent down, taking my chin roughly into his hands. I looked into his cold eyes and found an odd sense of satisfaction.

Once upon a time, he began softly. There was a very beautiful Princess. One day, a very handsome Prince stumbled upon the Princess and found her stunning like no other. However, he saw that rat pack that she traveled with and noted that that was no place for a Princess to be. So one night the Prince killed all of those rotten people and stole her heart away. But that princess was very unhappy and attacked the Prince. Of course the Prince didn't understand why and so, unwillingly, he took the Princess back to his place where she would live eternity with him and learn her rightful place.

I listened to his words with little efficiency as he told my story over and over again. I smiled because it made him hurt. In this white wedding dress I let the tears fall from my face. He released my chin and pulled me into his chest, where I assumed he believed to be comforting me. I let my hands fist within his shirt and suddenly, I stopped crying.

You may think that you have hold of my heart…I whispered into his chest. But you shall only receive my hate. Standing to his feet he looked down at me with fake adoration and mock sympathy.

I fail to understand. Have I not given you everything you could ever want? I gave you a beautiful dress fit for a queen! I even made sure that your friends are here to watch you marry the man of your dreams! If I could have laughed I would have but every muscle in my body failed me. He turned around, looking over Kagome's body with disgust.

She hung there, her hands attached to the cross that now hung from the ceiling. Though having been dead for days, her crucified form still dripped crimson regret on the floor of the cavern. Seeing her body no longer effected me. It no longer hurt me to see her like this. Though her death was the slowest and probably the most brutal the child smiled.

You're so shallow. I could never learn to love someone like you.

But you will Princess. Or you will die trying.

I smiled in anticipation. It would be my pleasure, I whispered and he sighed.

I would not be so quick to choose your fate Sango. It would behoove you to take a little more consideration into your decision. I smirked, noting that that had been the first time he had called me by name. I grow weary of this little game of cat and mouse. You will submit to me by the full moon tomorrow by force or willingly. Take your pick.

The door closed and he left me there, like all the nights before this: cold and lonely. I leaned my head back, realizing that I had gotten little if no sleep over the past few days. Odd, I hardly seem effected by it. I looked up at Kagome's broken body for the first time with a sense of peace and adoration. How I wished that I could be her. So safe and sound within herself. I was so tired of being her. And what dreams may come when I so sleep? When all the energy has stopped telling my brain to be on the defensive and I finally close my weary eyes.

Strangely I believe that I was still afraid to die. Mournfully, I'm happy that Kagome is gone and it is not me who has been sanctioned and left for gone. In my heart I know these thoughts to be wrong and in my mind I beg for forgiveness from the dead. I am a demon slayer; strong and vindictive and yet I have no strength to prove my weakness wrong.

Such contradicting thoughts. They hurt my head so I stopped. Closing my eyes I tried to sleep, to sleep and perhaps dream but those feelings of comfort were fleeting. I moved my hand to the side of me, feeling the soft fur of Shippo's tail. How I loved to brush the hair there and even now I found myself still doing it. Could he feel…where ever he was? Can he hear me when I say I love you? And Miroku…what endless thoughts awaited him when he finally closed his eyes. Does he see me wherever he is? Does he love me?

Such thoughts…the things that I had always wished I would have thought of before, while I was with them, as we were laughing. How selfish I must have been all these years. I find myself missing his taps on the ass or his perverted ways. I find myself in love with the things that I can't have.

And Inuyasha so handsome in his deep sleep dreaming. So gone. Did Sesshoumaru know? Did he perhaps even care? If I knew the ice Prince he was probably only angry that he did not get there first. I suppose he should be grateful that he didn't see his last sibling die in battle and that would be the first thing she told him should she ever see anyone again.