InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Encore ❯ Flute ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Fuyumiko 
Short-song fic on Kohaku's feelings dealing with his memories (early episodes). [KohakuxSango]
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.26.2004 | Updated On: 10.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 872 | Visits: 657 | Status: Work In Progress
Short-song fic on Kohaku's feelings dealing with his memories (early episodes). [KohakuxSango]
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.26.2004 | Updated On: 10.23.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 872 | Visits: 657 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Angst Sango/Kohaku song fic from Kohaku’s point of view.
Disclaimer: InuYasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and rightful owners. The song ‘Harrio no Hitomi’ is sung by the wonderful Shiina Ringo and Kusano Masamu; which is used in the fic belongs to said them and all its rightful owners.
Slight Warning: Implied incest.
Encore
September 26, 2004
By: Arashi, Fuyumiko
*
There will always be quite.
That soft corner in my mind where I can be free.
Free of their words.
Free of my pain.
But never free of her face.
She always appears softly crying. All her translucent tears cascading down her lovely face.
She is always crying.
And I really hate that. Hate that I can no longer see her. Sometimes when I walk through the woods a sudden pain would seep through my head. Consuming me; and I would remember the death, the fresh dead bodies I had caused to lay on the hard dirt ground. Cold and still. The stench of cooling blood carried in the wind along with her sorrow.
That kind lady’s sorrow.
*
“Like a little flower that bloomed in a desolate field
What a lonely evening this is
Hold on to the feelings I cannot receive
What a lonely evening this
Hold on to the feelings I cannot receive.”
I sing the song of this precious flute of mine
It seems as though you hear it
Somewhere under that little tree
It seems as though you hear it
Somewhere under that little tree
*
Then later the pain would go away and I would feel numb.
Nothing matters.
I cannot be with her.
I cannot make her smile.
I wish I could. Just once to see one, not the small sad smile that never reaches her eyes. I want her to embrace me as she did before. As we were; in patches it would come flooding back, soft touches, her kind voice, the honest appraising sheen her emerald eyes would take when I did something that made her proud.
I love that look.
*
The flute echoes through the cleared timbre
It seems as though you hear it
The crying, traveling sound of the flute
It seems as though you hear it
The crying, traveling sound of the flute
The darkness of night creeps up on the mountain, where it is evening
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
*
Then just like that, as a river washes away the blood the feeling would go away. And I would be alone again. Alone without her guiding hand, nor her peaceful presence.
Especially in the night when it matters the most. I would wake crying, my hands would feel the fake moisture there and I would ask myself aloud ‘Was it real?’ and almost, almost always Kagura-san would say ‘no’. Her eyes a penetrating scarlet that could see through me.
Why was it always ‘no’?
I know the answer to that.
*
I walked the hill path up the mountain alone
Even now, you are singing
Your voice is audible in the far off sky
Even now, you are singing
Your voice is audible in the far off sky
All alone, I gaze at the shadows
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
*
I will still fight.
My aneue would do the same. ‘Aneue’ every time that word comes to mind my head hurts, my chest hurts, my whole being hurts; but a part of me doesn’t care about that, because I know it is the only reason I live. I must keep my thoughts to myself though.
Thoughts are to be kept within. Naraku must never know of my plans. Plans to destroy him. Destroy him for making her cry.
Even though a man in a village I had to soon to destroy told me love was for fools, I didn’t care. I really love her. The woman whose face will never be erased from my mind.
What am I to her?
That I often wonder.
That Kagome girl said I was something important since that kind lady was always fighting so hard to get to me.
I’m glad for that.
And in that distant future that is but my own dream, I will be the one to hold her, to kiss her tears away.
And then, only then will she smile.
*
Owari-
Disclaimer: InuYasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and rightful owners. The song ‘Harrio no Hitomi’ is sung by the wonderful Shiina Ringo and Kusano Masamu; which is used in the fic belongs to said them and all its rightful owners.
Slight Warning: Implied incest.
Encore
September 26, 2004
By: Arashi, Fuyumiko
*
There will always be quite.
That soft corner in my mind where I can be free.
Free of their words.
Free of my pain.
But never free of her face.
She always appears softly crying. All her translucent tears cascading down her lovely face.
She is always crying.
And I really hate that. Hate that I can no longer see her. Sometimes when I walk through the woods a sudden pain would seep through my head. Consuming me; and I would remember the death, the fresh dead bodies I had caused to lay on the hard dirt ground. Cold and still. The stench of cooling blood carried in the wind along with her sorrow.
That kind lady’s sorrow.
*
“Like a little flower that bloomed in a desolate field
What a lonely evening this is
Hold on to the feelings I cannot receive
What a lonely evening this
Hold on to the feelings I cannot receive.”
I sing the song of this precious flute of mine
It seems as though you hear it
Somewhere under that little tree
It seems as though you hear it
Somewhere under that little tree
*
Then later the pain would go away and I would feel numb.
Nothing matters.
I cannot be with her.
I cannot make her smile.
I wish I could. Just once to see one, not the small sad smile that never reaches her eyes. I want her to embrace me as she did before. As we were; in patches it would come flooding back, soft touches, her kind voice, the honest appraising sheen her emerald eyes would take when I did something that made her proud.
I love that look.
*
The flute echoes through the cleared timbre
It seems as though you hear it
The crying, traveling sound of the flute
It seems as though you hear it
The crying, traveling sound of the flute
The darkness of night creeps up on the mountain, where it is evening
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
*
Then just like that, as a river washes away the blood the feeling would go away. And I would be alone again. Alone without her guiding hand, nor her peaceful presence.
Especially in the night when it matters the most. I would wake crying, my hands would feel the fake moisture there and I would ask myself aloud ‘Was it real?’ and almost, almost always Kagura-san would say ‘no’. Her eyes a penetrating scarlet that could see through me.
Why was it always ‘no’?
I know the answer to that.
*
I walked the hill path up the mountain alone
Even now, you are singing
Your voice is audible in the far off sky
Even now, you are singing
Your voice is audible in the far off sky
All alone, I gaze at the shadows
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
Where could you be?
Even the wind no longer reports to me
*
I will still fight.
My aneue would do the same. ‘Aneue’ every time that word comes to mind my head hurts, my chest hurts, my whole being hurts; but a part of me doesn’t care about that, because I know it is the only reason I live. I must keep my thoughts to myself though.
Thoughts are to be kept within. Naraku must never know of my plans. Plans to destroy him. Destroy him for making her cry.
Even though a man in a village I had to soon to destroy told me love was for fools, I didn’t care. I really love her. The woman whose face will never be erased from my mind.
What am I to her?
That I often wonder.
That Kagome girl said I was something important since that kind lady was always fighting so hard to get to me.
I’m glad for that.
And in that distant future that is but my own dream, I will be the one to hold her, to kiss her tears away.
And then, only then will she smile.
*
Owari-