InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lacrimosa ❯ Lacrimosa ( Chapter 1 )

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

Title: Lacrimosa

Title’s translation: ‘Weeping’

Author: Catherine Grissom

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my twisted mind and a copy of Sumi Jo’s ‘Prayers’ album.

A/N: Otherwise known as: Here’s my mini-explanation. Ok. I was working on ‘Siren’ when my Media player played Preisner’s ‘Lacrimosa’ by Sumi Jo. I actually had to stop what I was doing and play it again. It’s an absolutely gorgeous piece of music and I recommend it to anyone. Anyway, the song gave me an odd little twinge in the back of my brain, demanding I write something to it….But what? Enter Quilver’s one-shot ‘Forgive and Let Go’ and this little thing was born.I went with emotion and music rather than lyrics. Tell me what you think.

Warning: Char death. Depression. Angst. Other bad, bad things that might squick Religious Conservative Old-Fashioned parents. It's very short...

She was dead. And it was his fault. Her blood was on his hands. If he’d been quicker, or stronger, or smarter…He shook his head violently. The ‘if’s weren’t going to help.

But….But there was something that would.

Running, desperate, he fled to her grave and the shrine built above it. Maybe. Just maybe.

He was there; he’d reached it. The siren’s call echoed in his mind, “Just one wish.”

He grasped the jewel; its pink glow strengthening.

One wish. He didn’t care if Kami forgave him. He needed to be with her.

“I wish,” the jewel pulsed, as if excited. “I wish I could be with her…Just to tell her…”

The jewel did its work. He laughed breathlessly as he felt life leave him.

“I love her.”

He was falling. Hurtling down a dark chasm, straining to reach that small pinprick of light at the end. He knew- He knew that was where he needed to be. He knew that-

-She was there, the white robes flowing about her. She smiled at him, holding out a hand. He took it eagerly, returning the smile.

“I love you,” he whispered gently, running his other hand through her ebony hair. “I think I always have.”

She placed a finger over his lips to silence him. Then, removing the finger, she kissed him, softly, gently, lovingly…. sadly. The kiss was nothing he’d expected, yet everything he’d wanted, and it was over all too soon.

She pulled away

Something was wrong; her smile was fragile, her hand trembling, a tear running down her cheek.

“I know.”

And, suddenly, she was fading, her touch becoming ghostlike on his skin. She seemed to dissolve until all that was left was her eyes.

Cobalt orbs stared at him adoringly, but he could still see the tears. Her voice echoed in his head, fading with every word, “It wasn’t meant-“

Then he was alone in utter darkness.