InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silence the Fairytale ❯ The End of the World ( Chapter 29 )

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Sovereignty: Thank you! I was hoping I could still capture the humor. It has been so long! Somehow, I feel my writing style has changed, but I haven't had the time to go back and read my stories and see if it really has. Has it?

 

Hentai Strumpet: Lol, thank you. Had to put some perversion in there, Inuyasha is still a boy, ne?

 

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Leo-Mae: I know, I'm such a pain in the ass. I tend to drag out my stories, I've been that way forever. When I was ten and eleven years old and writing, I still wrote 40 and 50 chapter stories. I'm a looser like that. And Naraku? I hadn't really planned on it. The point of the story really was to show how two people grow and heal from wounds of the past. And how love can help people heal each other. It's kinda horribly waffy like that. But I have considered something like that. And between you and me, I had planned to have an interaction between the old village :3. Just much later, probably.

 

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P.S I know this chapter was kind of short. I was mad stuck on it for literally weeks. So, I wrapped it up the best way I could possible. Things have been difficult lately, sorry for the delay in updates but I can't promise it will get better.

 

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Chapter Twenty Nine: The End of the World

 

 

 

Inuyasha came barreling through the trees at an alarming speed when he heard the sounds of the screaming villagers echoing in the distance.

 

He had been oh so blissfully asleep, taking his now routinely afternoon nap when things had just become so lazy around that time. It was painfully quiet, what with the villagers planting rice in the fields and Kagome tied up in her lessons. It went against his ingrained hanyou nature that was driven towards active days and wakeful nights. But his life had done a complete 180, and despite his daily patrols, things had been almost too peaceful.

 

He would sometimes watch Kagome from the distance, quickly becoming a favorite icon in the village, though she tended to shy away from amorous suitors that had him cracking his knuckles and ready to fight for the mate that knew not what she was to him.

 

Luckily, she made all intentions clear, and that was that she had none.

 

It kept Inuyasha from having to break anyone's face in, at times to his displeasure.

 

And come to mention, she shied away from anyone who was anything other than a child and her sensei. More often than not, she was surrounded by the village children who brought out that adventurous side she had developed while traveling with him, and soon it was apparent that she would not be the typical Miko most were used to.

 

Only the village elders seemed to mind her rambunctious ways, moaning and groaning and bitching about tradition and how it must be upheld.

 

But Inuyasha would be proud when she simply smiled in an understanding way, and run off to Shinsei-baba while Shinta-jiji laughed at the other elders and called them old. He seemed to like to ruffle their feathers and catch them off guard, much to Inuyasha's frequent amusement.

 

Inuyasha liked him most of all the other humans, but he said nothing of it.

 

Shinta-jiji would actively seek him out, and was the only one besides Shinsei-baba who did. Shinta-jiji would speak quietly to him, making light of all the other villagers for Inuyasha's pleasure, making the hanyou effortlessly chuckle now and again without him even realizing it.

 

Inuyasha simply figured the old man gave him the company because he could not see his apparent hanyou nature, though the other villagers had yet to comment on his appearance.

 

But that theory was shot down one afternoon when the old man called him out on what he truly was.

 

Inuyasha, purely shocked, was slacked jawed as Shinta-jiji assured his secret was safe.

 

Kagome smiled when he told her about what had happened, and she said she was not surprised. She said this place was unlike any other she had come across, with people that had come to be dear to her heart in such a short time.

 

Inuyasha was strangely warmed by her words, in a way that heartened him that he had not felt in a long time.

 

Maybe, too long…

 

Their time together had been limited to the evenings and nights, and though the Baba had often offered her hut to them both, they tended to stay together in the forest out of long-standing habit. Their closeness had captured a tenderness due to their prolonged absence of each other during the day, quite often from dawn until dusk.

 

To say he missed her during that time was an understatement, and after a full month had come and gone, he still kept the Shikon no Tama to himself.

 

The reason was a guilt that wracked his mind on whether or not to give it to the young girl, feeling he would be responsible for practically destroying her life if he handed the cursed jewel over.

 

Not to mention the cruel memories that overcame him every time he considered it.

 

He knew he'd have to give it up at some point, but he was just not ready.

 

The Baba had hinted at the jewel more than once, even outright saying that it was not his decision to make once, but said nothing further on the matter thereafter.

 

So then the days fell into a hazy routine, albeit a lethargic one, and he had come to learn to relax in just the slightest.

 

So when he was awoken so suddenly by the panic in the distance, Inuyasha found himself flying towards the village like a possessed man.

 

He knew what dangers could befall them all if certain youkai sniffed out the jewel.

 

And he wasn't about to hand it over to some second-rate piece of shit.

 

Already he could smell the smoke from fires, burning the inside of his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. Thick, black smoke rolled over the tree tops and was a warning of what awaited him.

 

“INUGAMI-SAMA!” a suffering cry rang out, a pained one that signaled the end of someone's life.

 

He sensed more than one of them.

 

Pig Oni, worthless scum about as useless as human bandits.

 

He cut one of them down where they stood, the oni not even aware of his presence as he ended its life in one quick swipe of his claws. Villagers ran by him, attempting to take shelter in their forest, but he knew the cover would do nothing for them. Reaching out quickly, he grabbed one of the males that was attempting to escape and plucked him off his feet by the back of his kimono shirt.

 

“Oi!” Inuyasha barked roughly at the man, and the man squealed pathetically like a village girl.

 

“Please don't kill me!”

 

Inuyasha crinkled his nose in disgust at the man's apparent cowardice, noting he wasn't even trying to fight the oni off like the other able-bodied men in the village, and he did nothing to take care in his handling of the idiot.

 

“I'm not going to kill you! Where's Kagome?”

 

The man stared at Inuyasha dumbly for a moment, before he lost his patience and shook the villager harshly.

 

“Where's Kagome?!” he repeated, none too kindly.

 

“S-she's with Shinsei-baba, fighting the oni last I saw!”

 

“Shit.” It was the only thing Inuyasha could possibly think to say as he carelessly tossed the man to the ground.

 

“Get out of here,” Inuyasha barked gruffly, turning around to face the village and trying to use his nose to detect Kagome's scent. But among the thick smell of blood belonging to both the oni and the humans, it was hard to capture it.

 

Still, he managed, and she was on the opposite side of the village along the outskirts. There was the pungent smell of the Baba's blood, and he let out a silent curse.

 

If he hadn't of fallen asleep, they wouldn't have been ambushed like this.

 

He would have smelled them from far away and stopped them before they got even remotely close.

 

It was his fault, and he knew it.

 

Anger swelled inside of him, black and thick and suffocating.

 

…Anger at himself and at the oni that dared attack the village.

 

The fury that overcame him was blinding.

 

And the cold guilt… that gut wrenching feeling he was so familiar with.

 

…The death.

 

The curse that had come upon his makeshift little home was once more all his fault.

 

It hung on his head like a judgment from the devil.

 

And before he knew it, he took that guilt and that rage and took them into hand, shredding the beasts that slay the humans he was to protect into thin ribbons of blood and gore.

 

There was that darkness.

 

The one he denied so frequently.

 

The part of him that was so very much demon, trying to push its way out from inside of him like a cancerous disease that begged to be released as a plague upon every living thing around him.

 

It was a pressure against his solar plexus, a pressure from inside his very own soul.

 

And it was that dark part of his soul that had claimed Kagome against her will, without her knowing, in a way that was meant to be sacred and loving.

 

He might as well have assaulted her.

 

That thought he buried so frequently in the back of his mind came gushing forth, beyond the broken dam and was the motivation for his personal genocide then.

 

He would lay his burden on those that destroyed which he cared for.

 

“Inugami-sama!” Pleas and cries of relief, their false savior.

 

If only they knew the truth.

 

A hanyou.

 

And he tried to swallow his bitterness.

 

All those things he shoved down deep.

 

It was a nightmare.

 

And watching hands that were almost foreign to him, though they were his very own, tearing through flesh and bone as easily as he might slice through blades of grass on a whim…

 

He turned to spot her.

 

His world shrank infinitely smaller, honing in on the one woman in the entirety of Nihon that had manage to get underneath his skin and emotional armor and lay her way into his heart.

 

She was bleeding, from different places. Insignificant scratches and minor wounds that would heal easily.

 

…He watched her, muscles rippling under delicate flesh, belying her hidden strengths as she drew back her bowstring. A pink corona blazed from her arrow tip as she released, bursting forth like a falling star through the mid afternoon sun.

 

It disintegrated all who stood in her path.

 

…sweat dripped down her brow from the exertion of her fight. Behind her lay the elder Miko, arrow protruding from her back though the old woman tried to join in as well.

 

Her courage rang true to Inuyasha then, instead of trying to hide behind the younger miko that defended her loyally, she tried to do all she could in her condition.

 

And Inuyasha went to them.

 

To protect his mate.

 

To protect her teacher.

 

…Her eyes, azure as the sky raced with as much emotion as she turned to him with a whisper of his name on her breath.

 

Somehow, she knew he was there without knowing.

 

And she knew he'd come for her.

 

…As if she had been waiting for him all along.

 

It was that time that the intimate realization that she was always there, always waiting for him… occurred to him just then.

 

As if a foreshadowing.

 

She'd always stay with him.

 

“SHIKON NO TAMA! GIVE IT TO ME!”

 

He was distracted by her.

 

His poison.

 

He drank her willingly.

 

He'd sacrifice everything.

 

And he had intended to…

 

But Fate decided differently for him.

 

He dodged the sword effortlessly at the last moment possible. It sliced through his sleeve carelessly, carelessly… dropping its precious contents to the ground.

 

A small trinket, no bigger than a child's toy and ever so deadly rolled across the earth towards the one thing most precious to him in all the world.

 

And somehow, as if by instinct and knowing how important this tiny object was, Kagome picked up the very thing the Oni were after to defend it.

 

And Inuyasha's heart stopped as she gazed at the little bulb and he knew…

 

His world had come to an end.