InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Final Reflections ( Chapter 87 )
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By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2011 | Updated On: 03.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 404 | Visits: 663 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2011 | Updated On: 03.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 404 | Visits: 663 | Status: Completed
Title: Final Reflections
Community: IB4Y
Theme: Image (http://img251.imageshack.us/i/sessmom2.jpg)
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Pre-Canon
Word count: 295
Summary: At the end, the Inu no Taisho reflects.
Warnings: character death
Final Reflections
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He knelt in this quiet corner of his domain, watching his lifeblood drip onto the ground. A crimson pool surrounded him, part of him returning to the earth from which it came. The rest of his body would soon follow.
The Inu no Taisho grinned wryly, finding a perverse sort of humor in his situation. He was revered by his fellow youkai, feared by the human masses, possessed staggering amounts of power, and yet, he would face his impending death alone. Mortality. It had been a trifle until now, for what being alive possessed the power to slay him?
He coughed, adding more blood to the pool underneath him. In the end, it had been his desire to protect his beloved Izayoi which had done him in. Wounds inflicted by Ryuukossei were severe, but survivable, had he not thrown himself into a frenzy to rescue the woman he loved, and their unborn child.
Lancing pain blossomed in his chest, and he finally lost his battle with gravity, collapsing in his own life fluid. His mind began to disconnect from reality, losing itself in memory. An unexpected face floated through his consciousness, that of a woman he had not seen in years. His first love, who had borne him a full-youkai son. She stared at him, her expression unreadable; indeed, he could not tell whether she gazed at him with reproach, anger, or sadness. Probably a combination of the three, he reflected. Perhaps he had not loved her as he should have. Perhaps he had not been fair to her. Perhaps…perhaps…
His vision wavered, the colors shifting strangely as darkness nibbled on the edges of his consciousness. Before he surrendered to the inexorable pull, his mind generated one final sentiment.
My love…I’m sorry.
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Community: IB4Y
Theme: Image (http://img251.imageshack.us/i/sessmom2.jpg)
Place Earned: 1st
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Pre-Canon
Word count: 295
Summary: At the end, the Inu no Taisho reflects.
Warnings: character death
Final Reflections
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He knelt in this quiet corner of his domain, watching his lifeblood drip onto the ground. A crimson pool surrounded him, part of him returning to the earth from which it came. The rest of his body would soon follow.
The Inu no Taisho grinned wryly, finding a perverse sort of humor in his situation. He was revered by his fellow youkai, feared by the human masses, possessed staggering amounts of power, and yet, he would face his impending death alone. Mortality. It had been a trifle until now, for what being alive possessed the power to slay him?
He coughed, adding more blood to the pool underneath him. In the end, it had been his desire to protect his beloved Izayoi which had done him in. Wounds inflicted by Ryuukossei were severe, but survivable, had he not thrown himself into a frenzy to rescue the woman he loved, and their unborn child.
Lancing pain blossomed in his chest, and he finally lost his battle with gravity, collapsing in his own life fluid. His mind began to disconnect from reality, losing itself in memory. An unexpected face floated through his consciousness, that of a woman he had not seen in years. His first love, who had borne him a full-youkai son. She stared at him, her expression unreadable; indeed, he could not tell whether she gazed at him with reproach, anger, or sadness. Probably a combination of the three, he reflected. Perhaps he had not loved her as he should have. Perhaps he had not been fair to her. Perhaps…perhaps…
His vision wavered, the colors shifting strangely as darkness nibbled on the edges of his consciousness. Before he surrendered to the inexorable pull, his mind generated one final sentiment.
My love…I’m sorry.
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