InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Imprisonment ❯ Chapter 4

Title: Butterflies.

Rating: T for Teen and stuff like that.

Dedication: Me. Ha. Ha. -Coughs-

Summary: Butterflies.

Notes: Excuse its length… and OOCness. Dx

 

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Inuyasha thought hard. He opened his mouth to answer, only to snap it shut. His dignity was at stake here, and he didn't want it stripped from him without a fight. Finally, heaving his shoulders in a light shrug, the hanyou spoke. “North.”

 

He could feel Sesshoumaru shift, and frowned. “Wrong,” the inu youkai said coolly, silently wondering over just how uneducated the half-breed was. “East.”

 

Inuyasha glared into the dark. “How the hell was I supposed to know?”

 

“The West is the Land of the Moon, correct?”

 

“Guess so.”

 

“It is only logical that the East, opposite Land of the Moon, would be the Land of the Sun.”

 

“…Keh.”

 

Time seemed to stall, drifting hesitantly with no regard to which it held so captive. It was almost enough to make Inuyasha's skin crawl. He needed to see the sun, he needed to get the hell away from Sesshoumaru, and he needed to see Kagome. Mentally, the hanyou cursed it.

 

“It's my turn.”

 

“Hn.”

 

Inuyasha picked at the knee of his hakama, concentrating. “What do you think of, when you see death?” He inquired quietly, and the question hung a long moment in the air.

 

“Butterflies,” came the bland reply.

 

The hanyou snorted. “Why the hell do you think of butterflies?” And then he could almost hear Sesshoumaru's eyes roll.

 

“When humans die, it is what they become.”

 

“They do not,” Inuyasha snapped, deciding maybe this was Sesshoumaru's sick way of joking. “They turn into dirt.”

 

“Their body becomes earth,” he continued smoothly, “And the soul becomes a butterfly.”

 

The hanyou growled. “That's just fucked up. Where the hell did you get this?”

 

“Legend.” Sesshoumaru's voice was bored.

 

“What else did it say?”

 

“The wings will be a reflection of the human's soul.”

 

“What?”

 

“If the soul was light, the wings will bare impressive designs.”

 

“Oh,” Inuyasha muttered. His ear twitched. “What happens to youkai… according to the legend?”

 

“Youkai are wicked, and become moths.”

 

“Then what will I become, being only hanyou?”

 

Sesshoumaru raised a brow, and even though it was too dark to see, looked away from his half brother. “This Sesshoumaru does not know.”

 

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