InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Everything and Nothing ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
A/N: Hey all! This is a revamped version of one of my first stories ever. Now that Nano is over, get ready for massive updates for...everything. Woo!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. All characters belong to Rumiko Takehashi, and I do not make any profit from this fanfiction.
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It was everything, and it was nothing. The bittersweet irony of the situation that he had found himself in never failed to elude him.
She was the sun. She was the embodiment of light, a breath of fresh air to the staleness of his all-consuming darkness.
He knew. He knew with every breath that he took, that this is all he would have.
Glimpses of ocean eyes and raven hair, whisper of a laugh upon the breeze, kisses and soft hands that seared his body and soul like a wildfire.
She was not his, would never be. He was confined to the shadows, granted mere moments of her time, when need and want became so strong she could no longer deny herself, when the burdens of life became too heavy.
She stumbled upon him one night, running away from her reality if only for a moment. An unexpected and sudden kinship struck on the blackest of nights. On those nights, she never failed to return to his side.
She brought him her laughter, her tears, her intelligence. She gave him all that she was, never hiding, to naïve to be coy.
He brought her apathy that morphed into fascination, his dry humor, his safety, his protection. He unwittingly gave her all, too consumed by her light to know the difference.
Her shy, childlike embraces, stroked the fire in his blood, raging in its passion, hot in its intensity, making him tremble.
He needed more, so did she.
Soft lips, hot mouths, gentle hands. It was not enough, would never be enough. But it was all he had.
Never again she would say.
It was not for lack of trying.
Years have passed, long and agonizing, since their introduction. She was too young to know better, and he was far, far too old to be none the wiser. Scant meetings brought forth the thirst for more, more knowledge, more need, more want until he was consumed by all that was her.
He denied it, this weakness that plagued him. He hated her for it, this love that she made him feel.
Unrequited, unneeded, useless.
Morning approaches. She will soon leave, back the side of the one who truly holds her heart.
The one who does not deserve her, cherish her like he does.
Deep down, he knows that she knows this as truth.
She will leave anyway.
Once again he is relegated to the shadows, bitter and angry, but he will remain. He is steadfast in his devotion, even if it is from afar, unwilling to leave, not good enough to stay.
She turns to him, regret shining in her bright eyes, but not because she is leaving. The knowledge pains him more than any wound he has ever received.
These stolen moments, slowly splintering his soul, leaving him broken, are changing him irrevocably. He is but a pale shade of who he used to be.
But they are everything to him, and nothing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. All characters belong to Rumiko Takehashi, and I do not make any profit from this fanfiction.
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It was everything, and it was nothing. The bittersweet irony of the situation that he had found himself in never failed to elude him.
She was the sun. She was the embodiment of light, a breath of fresh air to the staleness of his all-consuming darkness.
He knew. He knew with every breath that he took, that this is all he would have.
Glimpses of ocean eyes and raven hair, whisper of a laugh upon the breeze, kisses and soft hands that seared his body and soul like a wildfire.
She was not his, would never be. He was confined to the shadows, granted mere moments of her time, when need and want became so strong she could no longer deny herself, when the burdens of life became too heavy.
She stumbled upon him one night, running away from her reality if only for a moment. An unexpected and sudden kinship struck on the blackest of nights. On those nights, she never failed to return to his side.
She brought him her laughter, her tears, her intelligence. She gave him all that she was, never hiding, to naïve to be coy.
He brought her apathy that morphed into fascination, his dry humor, his safety, his protection. He unwittingly gave her all, too consumed by her light to know the difference.
Her shy, childlike embraces, stroked the fire in his blood, raging in its passion, hot in its intensity, making him tremble.
He needed more, so did she.
Soft lips, hot mouths, gentle hands. It was not enough, would never be enough. But it was all he had.
Never again she would say.
It was not for lack of trying.
Years have passed, long and agonizing, since their introduction. She was too young to know better, and he was far, far too old to be none the wiser. Scant meetings brought forth the thirst for more, more knowledge, more need, more want until he was consumed by all that was her.
He denied it, this weakness that plagued him. He hated her for it, this love that she made him feel.
Unrequited, unneeded, useless.
Morning approaches. She will soon leave, back the side of the one who truly holds her heart.
The one who does not deserve her, cherish her like he does.
Deep down, he knows that she knows this as truth.
She will leave anyway.
Once again he is relegated to the shadows, bitter and angry, but he will remain. He is steadfast in his devotion, even if it is from afar, unwilling to leave, not good enough to stay.
She turns to him, regret shining in her bright eyes, but not because she is leaving. The knowledge pains him more than any wound he has ever received.
These stolen moments, slowly splintering his soul, leaving him broken, are changing him irrevocably. He is but a pale shade of who he used to be.
But they are everything to him, and nothing.