InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Suppression ❯ Preface ( Chapter -1 )

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Prelude


Present Day

They found her in the river.

InuYasha pulled her out carefully. He looked a hundred years older, his once bright shining moonlight hair seemed to have died, laying stringy and limply against him. His golden eyes which once harbored mirth were now dark, shadows of agony and despair hidden in their depths. He had deep circles under his eyes and everyone knew he hadn't slept well in months.

He moved his hand to brush away the hair from her face, his hand hesitating at the last minute, as if he expected her to open her eyes, or expected the touch to shock him. As he touched her face he visibly flinched, her skin cold and almost waxy, not warm and soft like it had been.

Then again, her skin had been cold long before her heart stopped. She hadn't laughed in weeks.

InuYasha brushed her hair out of her face, wishing she would open her eyes; tell him to fuck off, tell him to hold her, tell him anything. He continued to move his hand, adjusting the red tie so it was centered. It bothered the hell out of him, always seeing it laying it to the side. He moved his hand down further, hesitating yet again. He sharply inhaled and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again, as if he were wishing it was an illusion. He rested his hand on the swell of her belly, jutting out, filling his open palm, and InuYasha willed the life inside of her to kick, to give some sign that it was still alive.

There was nothing.

InuYasha pulled his hand away, his head dropping and his damp hair fell to cover his face, as if it were the only comfort in the world. His sadness, his anguish, his bitter agony hung around him like a thick fog, draining out whatever was left of his soul. The demon exterminator and the monk looked helplessly at their friend, observing her cold, wet body. Their longing to hear the girl's voice, her laugh, practically overwhelmed them both, and they too bowed their heads, as if to pay their respects to the girl who had kept them all together.

The eerie silence was broken by InuYasha, who out of nowhere thrust himself across her body, as if to warm her up. His sobs filled the forest, the sound making both of his companions flinch. Suddenly he lifted himself, his body still racked with sobs, the tears dripping from his face, each representing a fallen regret. He moved until his face was inches from hers, leaning down to capture one last kiss with the only woman who'd truly captured his heart. He buried his face in her chest and let out a cry, a wail so haunting, so chilling, so utterly devastating that it seemed everything in the world stopped, to pay homage to this heartbreaking scene.

"Kagome," he whispered, his voice hollow. "Kagome," he spoke again, his voice cracking, almost pleading. The demon slayer had fallen into the monk's arms, tears slipping silently down her face.

InuYasha's next words were spoken so softly that it seemed as if the grass itself had leaned towards him to hear his next words.

"Kagome....why did you let me do this to you?"