InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Road to Remembrance ❯ Farewell and a Letter ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

“Kagome please don't do this, Inuyasha begged as she strode purposely to the well the next morning, “please! Think of Shippo...and Sango, and Miroku! They'll miss you!”

“Oh—and you wont”?

“Of course I will, that's not what I meant—,” but he was cut off by a sharp sit from Kagome, who had reached the well and was preparing to jump in. Inuyasha growled, pulling his face out of the ground.

“Why are you doing this? Is it because of me? You don't have to seal the well shut!”

Kagome turned sharply to face him.

“Well you made it clear you don't want to use the jewel to become a full demon, so I might as well put it to good use,” she said scathingly. Inuyasha's ears went back at her tone. He may have disappointed both her and Kikyo but he didn't think he deserved this. Shippo's wail cut off any argument he had.

“Don't leave Kagome!” he cried, jumping into her arms and nuzzling her face. Miroku and Sango both reached the well at that moment.

“Are you sure this is necessary, Lady Kagome?” Miroku asked.

“Yes, please don't leave on account of him,” Sango added, giving Inuyasha a reproachful look. Inuyasha winced—this just wasn't his day.

“I'm sorry, but it's the only way. Maybe I will be happy with Hojo. He is, after all, the perfect guy,” Kagome said sadly, hugging everyone except Inuyasha.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked for the last time at her long-time friends. With one final dark look at Inuyasha, she hopped over the edge of the well. The fading purple light indicated her leaving their lives forever. A brief moment of silence ensued as the remaining group stared at the well, most hoping she would change her mind and return in a small miracle.

“Aren't you going to get her?” Shippo asked expectantly. Out of everyone, he was the most adamant about Kagome not being entirely serious in leaving them forever.

“Not this time Shippo,” Inuyasha said with such clarity that Shippo was made painfully aware that he would stick to his word this time.

“Grrr…I hate you! I'll never, ever forgive you!” Shippo screamed at him, dashing back towards the village. Sango cast Inuyasha a disappointed look before following the kit. Miroku exhaled and glanced pityingly at the half-demon.

“I'll talk to them,” he said kindly.

“Don't bother. They have every right to hate me,” Inuyasha said dejectedly. Miroku was unquestionably concerned for his friend, never seeing him this depressed before.

“They don't hate you Inuyasha. They're just upset. They'll come around eventually.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Inuyasha replied, looking away from the monk. Miroku heaved a sigh, giving up, and returned to Kaede's hut to talk some sense into Sango.

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Miroku entered the hut minutes later to find Sango sitting cross-legged in front of a small cooking fire, glaring at the flames.

“Why would he do that to her? I mean, we all know he loves her...so why?”

Miroku sighed and sat next to the demon slayer, “do we?”

Sango looked up curiously, not following what he was saying.

“What do you mean? You've seen them together. I thought it was obvious.”

“What if he only loves her with the same love you have for Kohaku? He may not share the same love she feels for him.”

Sango looked thoughtful at this, “I never thought of it like that. But why didn't he just tell her this?”

“I think he may of tried. But I honestly believe Inuyasha cannot tell the difference. Judging from his upbringing, he wouldn't know that there are different types of love. Bare in mind, this is just a theory. What I'm trying to say is: don't be too harsh on him; Kagome just reacted badly to the rejection.”

Sango sniffled a little and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, “Gods, I'll miss her. She was like a sister to me.”

Miroku grinned lecherously and grabbed her hands, looking deep into her brown eyes for effect.

“Tell you what—how about we name our first daughter after her?”

And for once—in the entire nine months that they've known each other—rather than slapping him, Sango looked relatively thoughtful at the idea.

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Inuyasha collapsed near the well after hearing Miroku leave, dropping his head in his hands. He had never felt so unsure and apprehensive about anything in his life. He always tried to keep every decision simple for himself: run or fight, kill or spare, etc. He had never had to make choices tied to emotions. Physical pain he could handle and inflict. But emotional pain...

Had he really led Kagome and Kikyo on like she said? He suddenly felt lower than low; like his value in life dropped beyond that of a half-breed; unworthy of living.

A soft, musical sound in the distance stopped him from falling any further into depression. It became gradually louder as it neared. The musical song lifting his spirits to points he didn't know they could reach in such a short period of time. For the first time ever, he enjoyed having human emotions. The music made him feel light and dizzy with flightiness, more powerful, stronger. He looked up to the source of the melody while fighting a small smile off his face; he was supposed to be depressed after all. There, flying towards him, was a massive bird with red and gold plumage, one that couldn't only be described as majestic. Clutched in its talons was a scroll. He knew this bird wasn't native to Japan, and while he couldn't remember it clearly, he could have sworn he'd seem the same type of bird before somewhere.

It swooped down swiftly, missing Inuyasha's head by inches and dropped the scroll in his hand. Inuyasha watched in awe as the bird flew higher into the sky before disappearing in a small burst of flames.

He looked down at the scroll in his hands before opening it, knowing he wasn't very good at reading and would probably have to ask Miroku to read it for him. He glanced it over quickly, promptly becoming confused. It wasn't written in the usual Japanese characters he was used to seeing. This writing went across; left to right. But the strangest part was...he could understand it. Just a few words at first, but then he reread it, understanding more and more. He tried speaking the words, his tongue working in a different manner than it was used to. Nevertheless, after a few more tries the words rolled off his tongue as if he hadn't spoken the words in years. Foreign, but familiar.

Inuyasha was seriously starting to become freaked out. Not only by the fact that he could read and speak another language he didn't even know about, but also the content of the letter.

To my dearest Inuyasha,

If you are reading this letter then it is quite possible I am dead and have no other means of informing you of your inheritance. I have written this letter in advance to be sent to you via Fawkes on your sixteenth birthday.

As you are well aware, you have come of age in regard to your human blood at sixteen years this day. Therefore you are now eligible to receive what is rightfully your (providing your blasted uncle hasn't gotten his hands on it yet). Come to the Black Estate immediately. Remember: Don't judge a book by its cover.

You should know about this inheritance all ready, for we have spoken about it many times in the past. Hopefully you have not forgotten of your exceptionality. You are the only one of this time who has the ability to wield such a power—you must not let Magnushave it! The results could be disastrous. As it is we are already loosing the war and by the time you read this he may have taken over most of England.

Be safe my beloved grandson.

Your favorite grandfather,

Lord Julian Black

Why could he read this? He had a grandfather? Julian Black? And an inheritance? And who was his uncle? Who was Magnus? What was this power he supposedly had?

Inuyasha rolled up the scroll silently staring ahead unseeingly in shock. The words triggered something in his mind; something locked away in his subconscious, trying to get out for years. One thing was for certain—he was going to go to the Black estate and find out some answers, no matter where it was. He'd be damned if anyone was getting what was rightfully his.

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That's right people—how many Black families do you know of? And if you think about it, it makes sense. Inuyasha's human appearance will be strikingly similar to Sirius and Bellatrix (Something Harry will realize in Demon Hunter). And yes, the phoenix was Fawkes. My theory is that he stayed with other humans before Dumbledore. So yes: this is a Harry Potter crossover, or rather, the prequel to one. And Inuyasha will be with many women (that dogg!)