InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ ED Ficlets: Challenge Destiny ❯ Bring Him Home ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Bring Him Home
 
Title: Bring Him Home
Author: Inu Hanyou Nikkie
Rating: T
Genre: Angst/Drama//Tragedy
Universe: Canon
Word Count: 400
Summary: InuYasha's journey in his life
Warnings: I think I made myself cry at one point… Sorry about the nature of the story…
A/N: starts with little 6 year old Inu-chan to Teen InuYasha to dead InuYasha to Izayoi.
 
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any monies off of Inuyasha and the gang. No, that pleasure completely belongs to the Goddess Rumiko Takahashi, Shounen Sunday, VIZ. I am only using them for pure entertainment value only.
 
 
 
Bring Him Home
 
 
 
 
Tainted. That is what I am. A filthy, worthless half breed. I bring no joy, no happiness… no love wherever I go.
 
My blood, as filthy as the mud it's mixing with as I lay unable to move with the rain coming down. The mud is in my soaking clothes, on my skin and coating my hair. I can taste it in my mouth, feel a little bug scrambling away in its escape out of my open mouth. Thanks to that one kick by Sesshoumaru.
 
My eye is swelling shut as I lay unmoving right where that bastard left me. Fucking bastard. Fucking Pure-fucking-blooded Bastard. DIE you bastard.. die…
 
… don't leave me…. Sesshoumaru… brother…. please….
 
A sudden sob breaks free from my small body and I cry brokenly. My tears mingling with the rain that has been coming down for hours now. Why do I always get my hopes up that he'll accept me everytime I catch his scent. That I seek him out for what he stands for - a family.
 
Fuck. I hurt so badly. I am able to curl over on my side. Why, Mama? Why did you die and leave me? I need you so much. Mama… come back … please….
 
 
The light of my life is forever tarnished by rejection.
 
 
 
I am older now, no longer that 6-year-old weak pup. I am powerful. I let no one touch me now no human or demon. Get them before they get you is my motto. But I met this woman, a Miko in my hunt for the Shikon no Tama. Kikyou. She's really pretty and says if I use the Jewel to become human we can get married and I will have a place to belong!
 
I'll have a Home!
 
 
Tarnished….
 
 
 
Desperate with need to comfort her child, Izayoi's spirit enters the tree that now has her baby pinned to it and encourages the roots to grow up and around his body. Cradling him like a mother would her baby. In the way she did it when the wind blew he would be rocked gently as her arms cried out to do.
 
Her voice ghosts to his silent ears as she whispers her prophecy to her baby boy, “She is coming. The one who'll show you that you are pure and brightly shining, my child. The one who'll show you your worth of being loved and wanted.”