InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love Remains ❯ Prologue: Eventhough You're Gone ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kibo 
Finding out someone you love has died is never easy. It's even worse to find they've taken their own life.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 657 | Status: Completed
Finding out someone you love has died is never easy. It's even worse to find they've taken their own life.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 657 | Status: Completed
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don't own Inu-Yasha. I will just have to make due with my manga and anime collections.
~*A/N: Now that I'm finally done with "Dial 'H' for Hentai!" it's time for a new fic! I made myself wait, promising not to have more that one fic going at a time. I was recently contemplating my life when I thought of Inu-Yasha (yes, I am obsessed). I found some parallels between our lives, and thought I would explore that in a fic. This is an AU, and some things and characters have been altered to fit the plot my twisted mind has created. Just a warning. Now, go, read, and enjoy!*~
Japanese Vocabulary (I'm still learning, so sorry if it's incorrect!)
moshi moshi: hello/can I help you (often a phone greeting)
konnichi wa: good day
-san: a suffix added to names to show respect
Okaasan: mother
sayonara: good-bye
nani: what
gomen/gomen nasai: i'm sorry/i'm very sorry
tandemonai: it can't be
arigato: thank you
chigiri: promise
ja ne: a farewell greeting, kind of like "later!"
minna: everyone
hai: yes
ie: no
Prologue: Eventhough You're Gone...
Inu-Yasha sat, curled up on his couch, staring blankly at the television screen. Tears silently streamed down his cheeks, and yet again he was thankful he lived alone. He hated for anyone to see him this weak. 'Why am I crying?' he thought, pulling the blanket tighter around him. 'Another fucking breakdown. I mean, I should be used to them. I've had them every once in a while for years. I know they can come without warning or reason. I'll feel better after a good night's sleep.' This decided, he shut off the television he hadn't been paying attention to. He walked through his small apartment to his bathroom, flicking on the light and staring at his reflection. He had dark circles under his brown eyes, and his waist-length raven hair hung limply around his downcast face. (a small A/N: FYI he's human in this fic)
He opened the medicine chest, reaching for a blister pack of sleeping pills. He popped out a tablet and filled a small dixie cup with water. After putting the rest of the pills back in the cabinet, he closed the door to stare at his reflection. He watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed the pill with some water. 'Sleep' he thought absently, turning off the light and heading to his room. He set his alarm clock and collapsed onto the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. 'Tomorrow will be better,' he thought as he drifted off to sleep, the pill finally taking affect. In his sleep, he wouldn't feel this empty aching inside.
The next morning, he awoke to the insistent beeping of his alarm clock. Growling at it, he shut it off, and slowly rose to a sitting position. "I hate mornings," he grumbled to himself, getting out of bed and heading toward the bathroom. He showered and got ready for work, racing out the door a half hour later, late as usual. When he arrived at the small hotel, he went through the motions of starting his shift, still slightly groggy from the medicine he had taken the night before. It was a usual Sunday, rather slow and uneventful. An hour before his shift ended, he dialed his home number to check his messages.
"You have one new message," the electronic voice informed him. He punched "1" on the phone to play the message, and listened to the upset voice of his best friend, Miroku.
"Inu-Yasha, I REALLY need to talk to you, A.S.A.P!" he said. The electronic voice coldly labelled the message with the time and date. Inu-Yasha punched "9" and then "3" to erase the message.
'Did he and Sango get into another damn fight?' he wondered as he pushed the receiver button to hang up, then lifted his finger to hear a dial tone. He absently punched in Miroku's home number, glancing around the lobby to make sure no guests were waiting for him. The phone rang three times before someone answered.
"Moshi moshi?" came a woman's voice.
"Konnichi wa, Houshi-san," Inu-Yasha said to Miroku's mother. "Is Miroku home?"
"Ah, Inu-Yasha! Konnichi wa! Hai, he's here, hold on," Inu-Yasha smiled. She was always so nice to him. In the background he heard her yell, "Miroku!" and a few seconds later, "Phone!"
Seconds later, he heard a familiar voice on the line, "Okaasan, I have it."
"Oh! Good then. Sayonara, Inu-Yasha," Miroku's mother said.
"Sayonara, Houshi-san," Inu-Yasha replied, then heard a *click* as she hung up. "So, Miroku, I just got your message. What did you do to Sango now?" Inu-Yasha questioned.
The line went suddenly quiet, and for a moment Inu-Yasha wondered if he hadn't been disconnected. Quietly, Miroku said, "It's not Sango... Inu-Yasha, I have some bad news."
Inu-Yasha's smirk faltered, his expression sobering. He gulped hard to swallow the knot forming in his throat. "Nani... what is it?"
"Someone close to us, very close to you, has died," Miroku calmly stated.
"Nani?! Who?!" Inu-Yasha gripped the phone's receiver tightly, unaware of his knuckled turning white.
"It is... Kikyo... Inu-Yasha, gomen nasai... gomen," Miroku tried to console his friend. But Inu-Yasha couldn't hear him, he had stopped listening after he had heard her name.
'Ie,' he thought, 'tandemonai. She can't be, she just can't...' When he spoke again, his voice was a whisper, "How?"
Miroku paused, "I'm not sure. All I know is she did it late last night. She committed suicide. I stopped into Sango's work today to say 'hi', and she told me."
"H-how," Inu-Yasha cleared his throat, choking back the tears that threatened to fall. "How did she find out?"
"I'm not sure who told her, all I knew was that you needed to know."
"Arigato, Miroku. I-I'm at work, I should really get going..." Inu-Yasha trailed off, sounding rather lost.
"Gomen, Inu-Yasha! I had no idea, otherwise I would've waited to tell you!"
"Daijoubu, don't worry about it. Do you know where or when the funeral will be?"
"Ie, gomen. If I hear anything, I'll let you know."
"Arigato. Sayonara, Miroku."
"Sayonara, Inu-Yasha."
Inu-Yasha hung up the phone numbly, looked to make sure he was alone in the lobby, and then leaned against the wall behind the counter. He stared out the window without seeing, and slowly slid to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. 'She's gone,' he thought, and his resolve finally cracked. For the second time that weekend, he found himself crying. This time, however, he didn't care who saw him. Without her in his life, he just didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore.
~*A/N: Sooo... yeah, I know it's kinda depressing. I'm not sure how it will end, but there will be some happiness and fluffiness in chapters to come! Chigiri! Ja ne, minna!*~
~*A/N: Now that I'm finally done with "Dial 'H' for Hentai!" it's time for a new fic! I made myself wait, promising not to have more that one fic going at a time. I was recently contemplating my life when I thought of Inu-Yasha (yes, I am obsessed). I found some parallels between our lives, and thought I would explore that in a fic. This is an AU, and some things and characters have been altered to fit the plot my twisted mind has created. Just a warning. Now, go, read, and enjoy!*~
Japanese Vocabulary (I'm still learning, so sorry if it's incorrect!)
moshi moshi: hello/can I help you (often a phone greeting)
konnichi wa: good day
-san: a suffix added to names to show respect
Okaasan: mother
sayonara: good-bye
nani: what
gomen/gomen nasai: i'm sorry/i'm very sorry
tandemonai: it can't be
arigato: thank you
chigiri: promise
ja ne: a farewell greeting, kind of like "later!"
minna: everyone
hai: yes
ie: no
Prologue: Eventhough You're Gone...
Inu-Yasha sat, curled up on his couch, staring blankly at the television screen. Tears silently streamed down his cheeks, and yet again he was thankful he lived alone. He hated for anyone to see him this weak. 'Why am I crying?' he thought, pulling the blanket tighter around him. 'Another fucking breakdown. I mean, I should be used to them. I've had them every once in a while for years. I know they can come without warning or reason. I'll feel better after a good night's sleep.' This decided, he shut off the television he hadn't been paying attention to. He walked through his small apartment to his bathroom, flicking on the light and staring at his reflection. He had dark circles under his brown eyes, and his waist-length raven hair hung limply around his downcast face. (a small A/N: FYI he's human in this fic)
He opened the medicine chest, reaching for a blister pack of sleeping pills. He popped out a tablet and filled a small dixie cup with water. After putting the rest of the pills back in the cabinet, he closed the door to stare at his reflection. He watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed the pill with some water. 'Sleep' he thought absently, turning off the light and heading to his room. He set his alarm clock and collapsed onto the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. 'Tomorrow will be better,' he thought as he drifted off to sleep, the pill finally taking affect. In his sleep, he wouldn't feel this empty aching inside.
The next morning, he awoke to the insistent beeping of his alarm clock. Growling at it, he shut it off, and slowly rose to a sitting position. "I hate mornings," he grumbled to himself, getting out of bed and heading toward the bathroom. He showered and got ready for work, racing out the door a half hour later, late as usual. When he arrived at the small hotel, he went through the motions of starting his shift, still slightly groggy from the medicine he had taken the night before. It was a usual Sunday, rather slow and uneventful. An hour before his shift ended, he dialed his home number to check his messages.
"You have one new message," the electronic voice informed him. He punched "1" on the phone to play the message, and listened to the upset voice of his best friend, Miroku.
"Inu-Yasha, I REALLY need to talk to you, A.S.A.P!" he said. The electronic voice coldly labelled the message with the time and date. Inu-Yasha punched "9" and then "3" to erase the message.
'Did he and Sango get into another damn fight?' he wondered as he pushed the receiver button to hang up, then lifted his finger to hear a dial tone. He absently punched in Miroku's home number, glancing around the lobby to make sure no guests were waiting for him. The phone rang three times before someone answered.
"Moshi moshi?" came a woman's voice.
"Konnichi wa, Houshi-san," Inu-Yasha said to Miroku's mother. "Is Miroku home?"
"Ah, Inu-Yasha! Konnichi wa! Hai, he's here, hold on," Inu-Yasha smiled. She was always so nice to him. In the background he heard her yell, "Miroku!" and a few seconds later, "Phone!"
Seconds later, he heard a familiar voice on the line, "Okaasan, I have it."
"Oh! Good then. Sayonara, Inu-Yasha," Miroku's mother said.
"Sayonara, Houshi-san," Inu-Yasha replied, then heard a *click* as she hung up. "So, Miroku, I just got your message. What did you do to Sango now?" Inu-Yasha questioned.
The line went suddenly quiet, and for a moment Inu-Yasha wondered if he hadn't been disconnected. Quietly, Miroku said, "It's not Sango... Inu-Yasha, I have some bad news."
Inu-Yasha's smirk faltered, his expression sobering. He gulped hard to swallow the knot forming in his throat. "Nani... what is it?"
"Someone close to us, very close to you, has died," Miroku calmly stated.
"Nani?! Who?!" Inu-Yasha gripped the phone's receiver tightly, unaware of his knuckled turning white.
"It is... Kikyo... Inu-Yasha, gomen nasai... gomen," Miroku tried to console his friend. But Inu-Yasha couldn't hear him, he had stopped listening after he had heard her name.
'Ie,' he thought, 'tandemonai. She can't be, she just can't...' When he spoke again, his voice was a whisper, "How?"
Miroku paused, "I'm not sure. All I know is she did it late last night. She committed suicide. I stopped into Sango's work today to say 'hi', and she told me."
"H-how," Inu-Yasha cleared his throat, choking back the tears that threatened to fall. "How did she find out?"
"I'm not sure who told her, all I knew was that you needed to know."
"Arigato, Miroku. I-I'm at work, I should really get going..." Inu-Yasha trailed off, sounding rather lost.
"Gomen, Inu-Yasha! I had no idea, otherwise I would've waited to tell you!"
"Daijoubu, don't worry about it. Do you know where or when the funeral will be?"
"Ie, gomen. If I hear anything, I'll let you know."
"Arigato. Sayonara, Miroku."
"Sayonara, Inu-Yasha."
Inu-Yasha hung up the phone numbly, looked to make sure he was alone in the lobby, and then leaned against the wall behind the counter. He stared out the window without seeing, and slowly slid to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. 'She's gone,' he thought, and his resolve finally cracked. For the second time that weekend, he found himself crying. This time, however, he didn't care who saw him. Without her in his life, he just didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore.
~*A/N: Sooo... yeah, I know it's kinda depressing. I'm not sure how it will end, but there will be some happiness and fluffiness in chapters to come! Chigiri! Ja ne, minna!*~