InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Glory ❯ ¿Sister? ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Glory

By: Thy Lady Peach

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the cast of Inuyasha and I never will *tear* but I have learned to except this fate with as much grace as possible *starts stamping her feet and jumping up and down crying like a two year old* but I wanna own Inuyasha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanna! I wanna! I WANNA! I also don't own the song this is based after...

 

*Note* I don't know what this fic has in store for us, for my muse and the character have not yet reveled much of anything, but it was inspired by the song “One Song Glory” from “Rent” therefore it might not end the happy-go-lucky way most fan fics do.

 

A brief warning before you continue, this chapter does have a suicide in it. Nothing that I think is too descriptive but you have been forewarned.

 

One song

Glory

One song

Before I go

Glory

One song to leave behind

 

Miya watched as her eldest daughter descended the stairs with unshed tears glistening in her hazel eyes. Like her sister Shela had gotten her fathers sage green eyes and black hair from Miya herself. But unlike her father Shela's eyes had lost the spark that gave her a special touch of life. Her once bouncy curls now hung in a tangled mess around her waist line since she had long since lost the strength to keep it controlled. The golden glow that had once clung to Shela's skin was now gone making her seem as pale as a corpse.

 

“Mother don't look at me that way please...” The meek voice cut through the silence surrounding them, making some of Miya's tears slip down, leaving a trail on her cheek.

 

“Are you sure you want to go? You don't have to go there, Kagome would understand. She wouldn't want you endangering yourself just to see her. Don't go! Not in this condition, wait until you regain some of your strength She--”

 

Shela shook her head sadly cutting the women off, “I have to mother, if I don't do this now there might not be another chance. I am only getting weaker, not stronger. I want to spend time with my sister before it is my time to go, and if the only way to do that is by jumping five hundred years into the past then I am going to do it and no one can stop me! Not you. Not Jii-chan. Not Souta or even Kagome herself. I want to meet this boy there and all her friends! I want to know they will take care of her when I no longer can! I have to! I have to...” By the time she finished, her voice was no more than a whisper and tears of her own where streaming down Shela's face. “Momma, I have to go, please don't make this harder, I never asked for any of this to happen. He was so ashamed of what happened he...he...he...oh momma what am I going to do, he didn't mean it! He didn't know! How could he blame himself and...and...and leave like that?”

 

Miya went and took her singing flower into her arms whispering the sweet nothings of a mother. “I know honey, he was special to you, and you were his world. He was terrified and chose the easy way out, but we can't change that now, and you had no way of knowing then. You must except this and move on. Here, come sit down on the couch and let me brush out your hair, then you may go see your sister. I am sure she will be happy to see you.”

 

Shela allowed herself to be lead to the living room, Miya placed a gentle hand on her daughter's shoulder silently telling her to sit down. Shela did so without question forfeiting the brush in her hand while her mind wander through the much to recent, much to painful memories of her past.

 

It took Miya close to forty five minutes to get the defiant hair into a semi-controlled state. While in the middle of her trying task she had noticed a slight flush come into the younger girl's face. Placing the back of one hand carefully on Shela's forehead, Miya noticed a slight fever present and was profoundly sadden by this now-common occurrence.

 

“Shela...” she said gently breaking the girl from her merciless thoughts. “Shela darling, you have a slight fever...”

 

“It's alright mamma, I have something for it in my bag.” The girl rose, towering slightly over her mother.

 

Miya hugged her eldest tightly to herself, knowing all to well that this might be the last time they ever meet in this life time. “Promise me you'll take extra care?”

 

“Mamma you know I'll be fine...”

 

“Shela Lan, promise me this instant or you will not leave this house.”

 

“I promise mother, I promise to be careful.”

 

Miya watched her singing flower disappear as the well house door closed, praying to Kami to send the girl a miracle, for surely the trails she was facing merited one.

* * *

Shela stared down into the complete darkness of the well below her, seeing everything and nothing at all. As she continued to stare into the depths of the well the face of a young man with flaming red hair and evergreen eyes swam in front of her. His face was alight with laughter and eyes sparkling in the sunshine of the late afternoon. He was chasing after her to get back one item or another that she had managed to sneak away without him seeing.

 

Suddenly the image changed. The sun was no longer out, the small cottage in the country they had been renting was strangely silent as she walked in, the silence being broken only by her calling out to him desperately, then the cries for help as she found him on the floor in the bathroom. His hair turned a darker shade of red from the blood flowing out of the cuts vertically along his wrist. Sage met glass as she tried desperately to wake him. A sheet of yellow tinted paper caught her eye and she lifted a shaking hand toward it.

 

Shela felt herself lurch forward as she reached for the piece of paper in her minds eye. Soon a warm blue light surrounded her. When she looked up next instead of being greeted by the all encompassing darkness of the well house, her eyes met with blue skies and trees. A faint mummer reached her ears.

 

Spying some vines on one side of the old well, Shela began her exhausting climb upward. As she neared the top the mummer grew into a male and female voices that appeared to be in an argument of some kind.

* * *

Miroku's voice trailed off as he watched a black haired figure appear at the top of the Bone Eaters Well. “Lady Sango?” he questioned.

 

“What is it Houshi-sama?” Sango replied irritated at being interrupted in the middle of her rant on his lecherous habits.

 

“Lady Kagome came back yesterday correct?”

 

Sango was now confused. “Yes Miroku, did you not hear Inuyasha scream their entire trip back to the village about her abandoning her duties?”

 

“Then who is that?” The monk asked pointing in the direction of the well. Sango turned around and released a startled gasp. There in front the well was Kagome, with longer curlier hair. She was on her knees breathing heavily, as if she had just been in one of the most trying battles and had barely come out of it alive.

 

“Kagome?!” Sango questioned. It was only when the women turned towards them did they notice their mistake. The women was not Kagome, for instead of the beautiful stormy grey eyes of the women they had both grown to love as a friend, this women had the green eyes of a cat.

 

The women smiled at them and slowly stood up. Her approach was slow though they could not tell if it was from exhaustion or from distrust. “Did you say `Kagome'?” She asked when she was within speaking range. Her voice was a soft melody like Kagome's but at the same time different.

 

“What do you want with my sister?” Sango asked defensively.

 

The women laughed, “Then we have something in common.” She stated. “For you see,” she continued at Sango's questioning eyes, “Kagome is also my sister.”

 

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Well there is the first chapter, short I know but I needed to get something about before my muse decided to get really nasty and start to throw sharp object. I have one thing that I wanted to address before I go. From what I understand Shela means musical and Lan means orchid thus Mrs. H's reference to her being her `singing flower'. Shela and my muse have not decided if `Lan' will be her last name or middle name yet.