InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare's Memories ❯ It’s Okay ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I own many things- a cat named Buyo, a Shikon Jewel, and a giant yellow backpack - but I do not own Inu-Yasha.

Author's Note: ^_^ I'm back from my evil cliff hanger! I'm so proud that I was able to work some suspense in there (though most of you were mad at me for that. ^_^;;;).

Anyway, along with A Pirate's Life For Me, I'd like to try and end this fic over Holiday Break. Only around four or five more chapters to go, and since I'm going to visit family. . . Let's just say I'll be writing quite a bit. ^_^;;;;

Well, moving along-

One: Why didn't Kagome start loosing it after Inu dropped her?

Like with Sango, his words were still protecting her. ^_^

Hope you enjoy this chapter! XD

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Regret.

Guilt.

Self-Disappointment.

You cannot live without experiencing these feelings.

And you know what the worst part is?

When someone tries to make it "all better"- - -

With pointless, hallow words.

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Nightmare's Memories

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~Chapter Ten: It's Okay~

"INU-YASHA!"

BAM.

Kagome sat stiffly against the wall.

. . .

. . .

?

She. . .

Hadn't been hit. . .?

Slowly lifting her gaze, she peering up at the one who was now leaning against the wall for support.

Inu-Yasha.

His body was almost literally pressed flat her hers; his face a scant few inches from her own. He was panting; sweat pouring down his face as his bangs covered his eyes.

"Inu-Yasha," she whispered, trembling from head to foot as the boy winced.

No. . .

Not her. . .

Anyone but her. . .

`Ka- - -

Go- - -

Me- - -

- - -

Run- - -!'

"Inu-Yasha, fight this! I know you don't want to do this! You don't want to hurt anyone else!"

She gasped and drew back slightly as the demon snarled, his claw puncturing the wall.

`Leave- - - !'

"Inu-Yasha," she whimpered, tears still streaming down her face. "It- it's okay. . .

Some. . . sometimes you can't control your emotions. . .

It happens to everyone. . ."

She lifted a shaking hand, carefully placing it on the male's cheek, causing him to freeze as the moisture of her tear-kissed hand soaked his own flesh.

"But. . . but Inu-Yasha. . .

You have to try. . ."

The demon growled softly, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the walls; arms trembling.

"Try, Inu-Yasha. . ." the girl murmured, slowly lowering her extended limb, choking on quelled sobs. "Try to control it. . .

I'm here to help. . .

I won't leave you alone.

You were here for me, now I'm here for you!

Fight it!"

Suddenly the boy's tight muscles slackened.

His head hung lower.

And- - -

From above her own head- - -

Something fell.

Kagome watched in shock as that something- that small and clear something- collided with the floor with the softest of `plops'.

Blinking in surprise, she felt an identical object fall upon her cheek with a gentle splash.

It. . .

Was a tear. . .

. . .

Slowly raising her eyes to lock with his, she gasped quietly.

The hanyou was back- golden eyes and all.

And he. . .

He. . .

He was crying.

"Inu. . . Yasha. . . ?" she asked quietly, shocked.

That tear. . . really was his. . .

She could see more streaming down his face in the pale moonlight that pushed through the knotholes.

Yes. . .

The same strong male that had yelled at her, helped her, protected her- - -

Was crying.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice ragged and strained as he collapsed to the ground, falling into Kagome's awaiting embrace. The girl instinctively wrapped her arms around him, rocking him gently back and forth as memories rushed through their minds. As the stench of blood and bile pressed in on all sides, Inu's hands found their way to the girl's blouse, gripping it and pulling her closer, his tears soaking her clothing.

It was all his fault. . .

All his fault. . .

He had. . .

Had. . .

. . .

Miroku. . .

Sango. . .

Onigumo. . .

Shippo. . .

He could still smell them. . .

Still taste their blood. . .

Still hear their screams. . .

Still sense the fear they had felt. . .

All of them. . .

All of them held fear. . .

Even. . .

. . .

He. . .

He had almost killed her, too. . .

Kagome. . .

. . .

He. . .

He *was* a monster- - -

A freak!

His hold on the girl's shirt continued to tighten, his eyes squeezing shut as more moisture leaked out; salt mixing with the metallic taste of death.

"It's okay, it's okay," Kagome repeated like a mantra, smoothing his hair as her own tears ran unchecked down her cheeks. "It's okay. . .

They'd understand, Inu-Yasha.

They knew that you didn't mean to. . . to. . .

. . .

They'd understand. . .

It's okay. . ."

It's okay. . .

The words echoed through the bloody compartment; a never ending lie.

It's okay, it's okay. . .

It ricocheted off of the walls like a ball.

But. . .

But that was all he had right now, that lie, that ball, to help him ease his breaking soul.

"It's okay. . ."

The girl held the hanyou tighter, kissing his red-stained crown* and cheeks, trying her best to comfort him. Comfort him as he sobbed- furious with himself- into her stomach, where his face was pressed.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. . ."

"It's okay."

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Creeeeeak. . .

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Naraku's footsteps rung soundlessly off the wooden walls of the train car as he stepped into the compartment, his dark eyes glittering with glee as he took in the bloodstains and scraps of flesh that littered the ground.

Heh.

This was too- - -

But he frowned as he stopped before the two remaining freaks, asleep in each other's embrace.

. . .

She would dream sweetly that way.

That would not do.

Neither would the smell mess.

Stepping closer, he carefully pried the two bloody, sob-soaked teens apart- both so deeply asleep that they didn't notice the movement; nor did they hear the sound of the their deceased friends as their remaining pieces were thrown out of the compartment- and out of the train.

Sango, Miroku, Shippo, and Onigumo- they were finally free.

But it didn't matter now.

After that tedious chore and a few minutes of careful manipulation, Kagome was on one side of the car and Inu-Yasha the other.

The man allowed a smirk to form on his lips.

Perfect.

Everything was flowing smoothly and according to plan.

"Sweet dreams, Kagome," Naraku murmured as he walked back to the door, glancing over his shoulder at the now shivering female.

Yes. . .

Everything was going exactly according to plan.

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^_^ Hope you enjoyed the fluffy stuff at the beginning to this chapter.

And before anyone says they don't think Inu would cry if he killed his friends, think a bit. Inu-Yasha really does care for his comrades- I think if someone- especially himself- murdered them, he'd shed a few tears.

Please R&R!

Ja ne!

*As in, the crown of your head