InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Debt ❯ Shattered ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Shattered
Grass that nodded in a gentle breeze carried no awareness of the thoughts of a mere monk. The gaily dancing blades neither cringed in the face of his despair nor parted before the strength of his stare. They didn't even have the decency to crumple in memory of the one that had so recently knelt before him. Her secrets, the blackest truths of her own heart, should have at least scorched the ground she had sat on, raising it forever with the weight of her guilt and sin.
He had originally possessed such a simple plan. Find Naraku. Kill Naraku. And along the way sire a son to continue the quest for vengeance if he, like his father and grandfather, should fail. Meeting Inuyasha's group had made the plan even simpler: it had given him allies. It should have been enough in life. It had been enough.
Until he met Sango.
Until he dared hope for a life after Naraku. Until he had started planning a home, and marriage, and the names of countless daughters - all wearing Sango's beautiful smile - that he had hoped to father.
And now Naraku was dead. What could be simpler than that?
The quest to defeat Naraku had taken three generations; he should have known better than to assume mere death could stop such implacable evil. Naraku had possessed an insidious touch, one that reached beyond time and distance to scar innocent hearts and lives; one that reached beyond death.
Yes, the grass this day had no business looking so flushed with fresh, new life when his had been so thoroughly ruined.
His objective achieved, his plans were nevertheless in tatters. Only one single question drifted through the empty ocean of his once active mind. Why was his life worth the blood of an innocent child?
He couldn't answer that. Only one person could, and she had already departed for her tryst with death.
He forced himself to his feet. Perhaps if he left now, he could catch her. He didn't know what to do with the burden of this knowledge. He didn't know how to stop what she felt must happen. He only knew that he had to stop it, because, from the shattered pieces of his hopes and dreams, one shard alone shone clear: he had to save her life.
It was, quite simply, the only plan he had left.
FIN.