InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Letting go. ❯ Those lost. ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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~Moon
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Prologue::

The air was heavy with the scent of blood and smoke from the smoldering fires that
scorched the remainder of the land. The stars that usually shown brightly over the land were
hidden behind a layer of dark thick clouds that threatened to let loose the torrent of rain it held.
While the earth died under flame and men's feet. The soil that had once been fertile was now
worthless, dry and cracked. This land of destruction could be seen for miles. Broken trees, burnt
grass and dead bodies littered the ground. What once was covered in the light of day and the
water of weather was now drenched in crimson blood. The thick liquid leaving a metallic taist in
the mouths of all those living, weather injured or an inch from death. The war had long since died
out, leaving the dead to lay where they had fallen. And the living to retreat with either triumph or
defeat.

A singular figure walked carefully through the destruction. Boots crunching over burnt
limbs, dodging the scattered bodies and weapons as best she could. Covering her form, a cloak
of dark brown sheltered her skin from the heat of fires. The smoke causing a few coughs as she
moved on. Her equally dark brown hair in great contrast to searing blue eyes. She had thin
eyebrows and a firm, full set of lips. With slim features she was the subject of 'gracefully
beautiful' titles. As she passed forms she checked for any signs of life. But to her dismay there
was none to be seen. In her mind questions swarmed and swirled, like the sun shining off of
water. How could things get so out of hand? To kill without regret? Taking the life of someone
who could possibly have a family. To take a father or son from the world with a quick swipe of a
sword? As she continued on, in search of something, she failed to notice the small tear that
traveled down her cheek. Singular though it was, its significance known to no living creature. For
there was none about.

If there had been living she would have never let that salty drop of water down from her
eye. But the loss was to great. The men scattered over the ground only signifying what she
herself had lost. What she herself had treasured. What she now would desperately miss for
years to come. She had lost hope long before finding him. But when her gaze caught the
bloodied hand raised to the sky she moved forward quickly. Her steps hurried as she took no
more care in where her foot landed. Weather it was on a dead stump or a dead man was no
concern to her now. She was heaving for air by the time she reached the form, the hand having
fallen moments before.

Falling to her knees she looked to the man. He lay on his side, one arm at an unatural angle under his back. He was covered in blood, most she was guess from him. A long, double
edged sword protruded from his back, going all the way through organs and bone to stick out of
his chest. How he was still alive was beyond her, but she didn't care. At that moment he was
still alive. Who he was, still a mistery to her. She quickly shuffled on hands and knees to sit
before him. His face smudged with dirt and dried blood. His eyes were hazy, the last of life
slowly slipping from the deep blue depths. She hesitated before placing a hand around the blade
protruding from his front, in a febal attempt to stop the blood flow. Her other hand going around
back as she gritted her teeth, preparing to pull the weapon from his form. Before she could
engage in the heart renching task a hand gripped her lower arm. Her gaze turned to the mans,
who seemed to be smiling slightly.

There was a pause in time, as if the hands of lifes clock had stopped for that breathless
moment. Gazes met as she realized in that instant that nothing she could do would save his life.
He was slipping away, and with his last guesture of a smile, giving her the sign that he knew. He
knew he was dying, and knew he didn't have a chance. In that simple gaze was gratitude,
sadness...and love. She watched with a pain filled heart as the light left his eyes. His hand
dropping from her skin to land on the equally dead ground. She watched, as he slowly slipped
from the living world. Her head dipped as she closed her eyes, another tear falling for this
unknown mans life. She let her hands go from his dead form. Sitting in mute sadness. So many
lives had been waisted. So many more filled with pain.

After a moments pause to gather herself she looked back at the man. His lifeless eyes
staring at her, but not seeing. He would never see again. She reached a hand over and gently
closed the limp lids. At the same time her hand taking away the dirt and dried blood as she
retracted the limb. When his face was revealed her heart stopped dead. Breath caught in her
lungs and face paling to a deathly color. Her eyes filling with a multitude of tears that fell
shamelessly down her face. There before her, the man she had loved so wholy. The man who
had made her laugh, made her cry. The one who had given his life for her own. The one who had
offered her the world, and gave it with his whole being. A sob forced its way from her trembling
lips as she leaned over his form. Face baried deeply in his side as she cried her sorrow. At that
particular moment the rain fell. Large drops that seemed to symbolize her pain. Her heart break.

Five years later she still melted into sobs at the thought of that day. When she had
found him dead on the field. The day her world had come crashing down on her like a ton of
bricks.

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~Moon