InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Possessed By Love ❯ Everything Means Nothing ( Chapter 12 )

Possessed By Love

 

Written By: Foxflame

 

Disclaimers: I don't own nothing…the shirt on my back, not mine. The computer I am on. Not mine. Inuyasha…well, you see the pattern don't you?

 

Fox- Hey. I am back for another chapter! The last 2 chapters, I don't know, but I really didn't care for them. So I hope I have better luck on this one. Wish me the best, because I am making this up as I go! And I am very sorry for such a delayed update. I had a writer's block. For some reason, this story has been giving me a lot of those. Any comment or suggestions would be great!

 

Innyubabe4e: Slaps forehead in a stupid gesture: Dear god. We have an incompetent writer on our hands. This story is headed down hill.

 

Fox- I am not incompetent! I am just….just….not.

 

Innyubabe4e- Oh, I see. You're just, not. That brings things into perspective.

 

Fox- Moving on….

 

Innyubabe4e- Yes, moving on. The reason we are here is…

 

Fox- As stated before, to bring you the next chapter. Last time, we left Sesshoumaru and Kagome in their home away from home, the cave. Discussions were taking a turn for the worse, once Kagome asked about the mystery of Yuna.

 

Innyubabe4e- Also, the mega bitch was planning out the war she would start, hoping it will result in her being the supreme ruler.

 

Fox- Well, lets not dawdle any more….on with Chapter 12!

 

Chapter 12: Everything Means Nothing

 

The shuffling of feet was the only sound that rebounded through her head. The night was deathly still, and the creatures that usually inhabited the area seemed to have settled down for the time being.

 

Sango almost found her self yearning for the comforting voices of her old companions, but stopped the thoughts as quickly as they came. There was no need for tears.

 

Taking a deep breathe, she looked up at the night sky ahead of her, watching the stars, hoping to find something, anything, among the constellations. She noticed the monk beside her was also stargazing, with a dazed look upon his handsome features. Perhaps he was in deep thought as well.

 

The young kitsune was curled upon Kilala, who walked at a steady pace behind the rest. Sango was feeling empty; a feeling she thought would have disappeared with the collection of the jewel shards.

 

Kohaku was finally at peace, and with Naraku dead, Miroku's wind tunnel was sealed forever. Then why was she so troubled? Oh yes, the fact that her closest friend was in pain, and her other condemned to rot in hell forever.

 

She dropped her eyes from the sky, and contented herself with looking down the steep hillside. Where exactly were they headed? Sango did not know, nor did she care. However, Miroku seemed to know exactly where they were headed.

 

`I will ask later' She was too tired to find her voice.

 

As the group climbed higher up the mountainside, her thoughts wavered once more. It was only a short while ago that she watched the form of Kagome head away from them, and she did nothing to stop her.

 

She had let her walk away. God only knows where she is now or whom she was with. Was she hurt? Though Kagome has proved over and over that she could take care of herself, Sango could not help but worry.

 

Another sigh passed her lips.

 

`Kagome will find us when she is ready to return' Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. What if Kagome completed the jewel, and returned home? Surely she knew, once the jewel was completed that its power would only allow one trip…a trip to the future.

 

`But Kagome would not leave without saying goodbye…would she?'

 

Sango was more troubled then when she began her musings. The ground beneath her feet flattened out, and they began on a well-trodden path. Something occurred to the demon slayer as they passed through the woods.

 

`This looks all too familiar'

 

She glanced over at Miroku, who had a small smile playing at his lips. He was up to something, and by the looks of it, he was anxious to get wherever they were headed.

 

They cleared the small cluster of trees and found themselves on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the vast lands. Sango gasped in amazement at their location.

 

She looked instinctively to her right, and her brown orbs widened in surprise.

 

“Miroku…”

 

“I just thought,” he started, putting a comforting arm around her “that the best place to be at the moment, was home”

 

~*~*~*~

 

She would get bored of him.

 

She knew it was inevitable. In times like these, it was hard to keep someone for a long period of time, and this man would be no different. She was just about done with him, but decided against disposing him.

 

`He is too valuable at the moment…but once all is done, he will mean nothing'

 

Yuna wrapped the silk sheets around her naked body, and made her way quietly out the bedroom door, leaving the tired out Haru in the bed. She walked through the large corridors, heading wherever her tired feet would take her.

 

`He will mean nothing….nothing…' she kept telling herself. Nothing. “That cursed word…” she whispered into the night. “My whole life , everything, could be summed up as nothing”

 

Yuna found herself on the garden balcony, overlooking the land that was now hers. “Is this land nothing as well?” Never before has she been so troubled. Why was she feeling like this?

 

She disposed of the one thing…one man…who was in her way to power. The field was clear now. But why….

 

`Him' her conscious yelled `You actually have some regret. For one reason or another, he showed you love, and you spat in his face'

 

“Yet, I do not care what becomes of him…” She tried to convince herself.

 

Emerald orbs shot across the land, as a small flicker sparked somewhere in the corner. Far off, she could barely make out a mountain side, with a sparkling waterfall flowing over the edge.

 

Was he eyes deceiving her, or was a light glow emitting from the waves?

 

`Its your tired mind…' Yes that had to be it. Why else would there be signs of life so far away from the villages?

 

`That place is vaguely…'

 

“STOP!”

 

She turned on her heels and marched away, infuriated. “He continues to haunt me! That area was where he was finished! He is not alive!”

 

A shoji door slid open and an elderly frog demon stuck his head out “Yuna-sama? Is something the matter?”

 

She turned now violet eyes onto the old soul, and blasted him through a wall. “Everything is fine. Everything is going according to plan, and I do not have any regrets.”

 

She walked away, leaving the rubble in her wake.

 

“I have no regrets, no feelings, nothing”

 

~*~*~*~

 

“She was…everything…”

 

Such a strong response with such little words. Kagome continued to stare at the form in front of her, not quite sure what to do. Should she speak? What would she say?

 

However, he continued on. “She came to me, bearing the will of her deceased father, who was the ruler of a small island of the Western coast. It read that she should seek the hand of the Western Lord's son, and my father's signature was there.”

 

His face contorted into a grimace. “So..” Kagome found her voice “You did not love her?”

 

He did not respond.

 

“Over time…I grew accustomed to her, and the little warmth she provided. More warmth than I ever felt in my life” Why was he telling her this? He was never so open before. His mind screamed for him to come to reality and put his cold exterior back in place, yet his heart was crying out for some resolution and confession.

 

“Being accustomed is not love, Sesshoumaru”

 

Golden orbs met brown, as Sesshoumaru pondered over what she had said. It all came to him, like running into a brick wall. Flashes of his past came to him.

 

His father, standing proud and erect on the palace wall, bathed in the light from the moon, turned his head over his shoulders to look down upon his son. The young inu-youkai looked pleadingly at his father, his eyes asking questions his voice could not.

 

“This is our secret son. Men of honor do not tell secrets. Understand?”

Young Sesshoumaru nodded in understanding, slightly glad his father trusted him with his secret.

The secret, however, was not one he would have kept, knowing the outcome. His father had been sneaking off to meet with the human woman he grew to love, leaving his grieving son in his wake.

 

That was the second time life had been unbearably cruel to him.

 

The first was when his mother died. She was the only one who had ever shown the young lord affection, and she was the first one in his life to leave. Never again did those happy emotions come to him.

 

Not even a slight spark of the same warmth his mother gave him returned, until Yuna.

 

That first night, after their first passionate intercourse, did the warmth return. He did not care how or why it was there, but it was, and that's all he needed to know. He soon grew accustomed to a small tingle on occasion.

 

“But being accustomed is not love, Sesshoumaru”

 

Those true words burned like a white hot knife.

 

“If only I was told earlier, miko.”

 

He looked over at her, and noticed that she seemed quite angry with him. “Then stop your pathetic act and get over it”

 

A small growl came into his throat. “What did you say, woman?”

 

Kagome's tone did not change “ You are broken hearted over nothing. You, Sesshoumaru, simply lost a leisure you grew accustomed to having. Loosing that little leisure has made you upset, because you know you will not have it again. You did not care if it was genuine, as long as some comfort was involved”

 

She stood up from her spot on the floor, and glared down at the demon lord at her feet. “You are hurt, Sesshoumaru, it is no lie. But you are not broken so stop acting like it.”

 

Tears found their way to her eyes as she made her way over to the cave entrance. “You shall not speak to me like that miko”

 

Sesshoumaru sat up, to find the pain had subsided greatly. “If only…” Kagome's small voice said “you knew what it was to truly loose everything”

 

 

 

~*~*~*~

The previous, sorrowful thoughts escaped her mind as her pink shaded eyelids widened with the view before her. There it was, just as she left it. Slightly crumbling and deteriorating, yet still strong, was the thick wooden gate that surrounded the once thriving village of demon slayers.

 

“Sango, let us get inside so we may rest” Miroku's voice awakened her from her trance, and she nodded her approval.

 

Their weary, aching feet led them to the front gates, and the houshi began the task of opening them, when a voice flooded the air.

 

“I can't go in there. This place…so many memories. There is nothing left in their but sorrow”

 

Miroku turned around slowly, to view the woman behind him. The moon was playing light tricks on her midnight locks, reflecting an eerie blue glow, and shadowed and accentuated her curves. But what the light shown upon most was the moisture trailing down her soft face.

 

“Please, do not cry. I did not wish you to feel this way. I know how terrible this must be for you, but please, trust me when I say this is for the best.” Miroku's violet eyes shown into hers, and Sango could not help but trust him.

 

“I thought I left this place for good. There is…nothing…”

 

Without thinking, Miroku wrapped his arms around her, and whispered in her ear “ My dear Sango, you are wrong.”

 

She pulled away from the embrace and looked at the floor. Miroku would not stand that, however, and gently put his finger under her chin to make their eyes meet.

 

“Behind these walls, inside this village, is everything”

 

He grabbed her hand, and together they went inside.

 

`Exactly how I left it' Sango thought, as her eyes took in the torn village. The windows were still broken, the wooden homes broken and destroyed. And yet, in the corner of her eyes, she saw something, which was not tarnish.

 

Rows of raised dirt, littered with dead flowers, still remained in tact. The bodies of her villagers were at peace and in order.

 

Sango let go of the comforting hand she was unknowingly gripping tight, and headed to a small flower bush by the gates. She silently picked a few yellow budding, flowers, and laid a couple on each grave.

 

Miroku stood over her crouching form, and said, “Come rest, for tomorrow we start anew”

 

~*~*~*~

 

End Chapter 12

 

Fox- I know it isn't the greatest, but I tried =] If I am lucky, I will be able to produce another chapter shortly. Review for me <3!

 

Innyubabe4e- I am surprised, my oh so clever Fox, that you even got around to finishing this chapter, what with that other story you are working on….

 

Fox- Silence fool! I am not sure what is happening with it yet. I must see if I can even begin it

 

Innyubabe4e- Apologies! Well, until next time mi amores! Don't forget to take showers, brush your teeth, view the new Inuyasha episodes on Cartoon Network, and review of course!