InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Now I Know ❯ Don't Go ( Chapter 1 )

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

“InuYasha” belongs to its brilliant creator, the talented Rumiko Takahashi. I’m just messing around with it.



The tired little group was finally preparing to settle down for the night after a hard day spent traveling through the northern mountains. They had been moving at a grueling pace for the past 3 days, hot on Naraku’s trail after a heated battle with Byakua, where he had hinted at Naraku’s whereabouts. Yes, they knew they were likely headed straight into an ambush, but at this point they didn’t care. It had to end. And soon. They had been on this ill-forsaken quest for three years now. Three years. Three years of searching, three years of battles, three years of heartaches.

Their ragtag little family had been brought together under the most trying of circumstances. They had found companionship as they traveled together after a common enemy and a common goal, and they had bonded through shared triumphs and tragedies, courage, and loyalty -- cementing their ties with friendship and love. But now, after three long, hard years, it was all unraveling, -- and in a way none of them could have ever imagined. The one member of their group who had faced this entire quest with unfailing optimism and hope, the one who held them together with boundless cheer and a never-ending supply of support, encouragement, and yes, forgiveness and acceptance, had broken right before their eyes -- falling victim finally to heartbreak, loss, and a lingering feeling of betrayal. And the others felt helpless, not knowing what they could say or do to make things better. Perhaps, in time, her heart could be mended and she would be able to love and trust again, but now, … now she seemed to be just going through the motions, and it was painful to watch.

Miroku was the first to see it -- the telltale silvery streak moving across the sky that signaled the inevitable departure of one of their own and the growing despair of another. He closed his eyes. How much longer before it all fell apart? How had it come to this? It should never have happened. They all knew that Inuyasha and Kagome had been destined to be together. It had been obvious from the very beginning, -- to everyone but them. And Miroku had no doubt that they had felt it, and would have come together as had been intended, if not for the interference of those with evil desires and intentions who had stirred up the dead and loosed confusion and insecurity on their youthful emotions and fragile hearts.

Seeing the monk tense, Sango looked up and saw it, too. Her breath caught in her throat and she could feel the familiar ache in her chest. It had been almost two months since the last time, and she had hoped Kagome and Inuyasha might actually have the chance long denied them to find happiness with each other, in spite of the dangerous and uncertain future they all faced. She and Miroku had realized they weren’t saving themselves any pain by waiting for Naraku’s death to be together, and they had married almost a year ago. Perhaps it was their decision to be together while they could that led up to the events that followed. Events that forever changed the dynamics of their group, and that had them desperately trying to repair hidden injuries of the heart and anguished spirits. But how could the living find their way to each other when the dead wouldn’t let them be?

The monk and the slayer held each other close. He rubbed her back soothingly as she whispered, “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.” He nodded and said quietly, “I know. But there’s nothing we can do about it. They must work this out on their own. I don’t know why Buddha chose such a hard path for them, but we must have faith that in the end they will find the happiness they deserve.”

All was silent for a few minutes before the almost imperceptible sound of quiet footprints heading away from their campsite and into the woods was heard by those who couldn’t sleep. A shaky sigh echoed in the clearing, and Miroku picked up the words whispered by a voice quavering with suppressed emotion, “Don’t go, … please, Kagome, … don’t go to him.”