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Tainted Glass

Chapter Five Part I:  Twilight

 

Life is short they say. 

I find this to especially be true.  With one such as me life is excessively long yet exceedingly short all the same.  I watched Myouga grow older and die at the ripe old age of 90.  I watched my son grow as tall as me, reaching his 16th year. 

And as he grew older, he grew even more handsome, which (unfortunately) he knew.  For with his comeliness came his promiscuity, which proved to be unlucky for the both of us.  It was around that time, which I knew would eventually come, that it came time for us to move. 

Even though I rarely traveled to the village, especially with Miroku being of age, the villagers began to become suspicious of me. 

Suspicious that they rarely saw me; suspicious that when they did, I looked exactly as I did when I first graced their shores.

Questions of how I looked no older than my teenage son arose, and the answers the villagers raised amongst themselves became more and more vehement. 

Soon they concluded that I was either a witch or a demon. 

Neither was a good thing to be during a time that hate for differences ran so high.  Yet my son, my precious Miroku, was the straw that quite literally broke the camels back. 

He become taken with many a village girl and enjoyed sleeping with as many of them as he could.

It was often that when he came home, I could smell the scent of several young girls clinging to him, yet I never questioned him, figuring that at his age he was practically an adult.  I was married at his age and had a kid when I was just a year older.

He was a man in my eyes and his actions were not mine to question.

Besides, it wasn't as if I had never been guilty of such actions, and even though Miroku knew what I was, I don't think he understood what I was.

He never asked me where I went whenever I disappeared, which I did quite often at least once a month to gorge on human blood.  At that time I was still quite young for a vampire and if I filled myself on blood for a few days I would not have to feed again for weeks at a time.

Yet again I digress.

My son was quite promiscuous and as I mentioned he liked women a lot.

Yet, unfortunately, he met and liked the wrong one.

Her name was Yura, and she just happened to be the daughter of the village's elder.  A girl named Kira wanted to be Miroku's wife which my son refused.  When she found out that Miroku was sleeping with Yura, not to mention others, she told Yura's father.  She couldn't have picked a better time to tell, however.  She waited until she saw Miroku sneak into the girl's bedroom window.  The elder, walked in on Miroku and Yura in a very compromising position. 

My son jumped out the window and ran home as fast as his legs could carry him, naked as the day he was born.  When the boy finally reached me, which as luck would have it I was at home, he could barely speak.  My first reaction was that he had been robbed.  I quickly grabbed him some clothing and waited for him to calm. 

As he dressed he told me what had happened, my laughter (and believe me I was laughing my ass off at the time) was cut short however from the sound of people approaching, and with them the scent of fire. 

The elder must had ordered our home burned with us in it.  I was able to hear over great distances and thus I knew we had time to make a run for it.  I instructed Miroku to get our things together, and we escaped into the night, carrying only a few clothes and enough food to last us for a day or two. 

If it were not for my son, I would have stayed to meet those villagers and hand them their deaths for even daring to challenge me. 

Yet my son pleaded their case, and while staring into those tear filled blue eyes, I could deny him nothing. 

 

We traveled for a week, occasionally stopping so that the boy could rest, when we soon came upon another village. 

It was there, in the village called Kakegawa, that I met Kikkyo. 

She was a shrine maiden, a powerful miko and the guardian of a stone called the Shikon no Tama or the jewel of four souls.  I was not to know the power of that jewel until it was too late. 

I happened upon her one day, after we had been staying in Kakegawa for over a month.  I built our home in the forest of the village which wasn't far from the village's shrine, yet far enough from the village itself to offer me the privacy I needed.  I also decided to keep a closer eye on my son and make sure that he learned from his last mistake.  I had yet to find a place to relieve my hunger, since it wasn't many demons around Kakegawa, and theirs was the blood I had come to partake in.  So I was on the prowl that night, and her scent led me to her.  She had to be the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, bathing in a pond under the full moonlight.  Her milky skin seemed to glow, giving her an ethereal quality.

I could not move from the edge of that pond for I was so enthralled. 

Perhaps I should have thought about how much I stuck out in that moonlight, with my pale hair and red haori, created from a fire rat demon I'd killed some time ago. 

When her head turned my way, she neither screamed nor shouted. 

Chocolate colored eyes drunk me in and in a whisper she said `leave'.

The power of her voice, though as quiet as a gentle breeze, shook me from my stupor and I did as she asked without even asking her name.

So sad those eyes seemed for the brief moment they connected to mine.  My Kikyo was like twilight, not quite night yet not quite day, just on the verge of being either.  She was never completely happy or sad but melancholy. 

She seemed to carry the world on her shoulders and she quickly turned from a fascination of mine to an obsession. 

I became her shadow, following her whenever I had the chance, watching her without her seeing me.

Yep, in other words, I stalked her.

I stalked her until finally she acknowledged my presence.

It was during a morning, she was alone sitting amongst wildflowers, seemingly contemplating her surroundings.  I was in a tree above her, contemplating how beautiful she looked in the sunlight. 

“Inuyasha, why do you follow me so?” 

It was not a question I expected.  It was a shock that she even knew my name. 

Actually I never knew that she had noticed me, I thought I had been discrete in my stalking. 

Nevertheless, she called to me again and told me to join her.

I sat beside her hesitantly, never before had I been so nervous.

She went back to her thoughts as if I wasn't there, and I just sat there beside her not wanting to disturb her yet wanting to talk to her at the same time.

We sat in silence for at least half an hour before she spoke. 

“Are you after the jewel?”

Ok that question really threw me.

“What jewel?”  I asked. 

She then gave me a small smile, the most genuine smile I had ever seen her use.

“You really don't know do you?”  She questioned. 

I shook my head and waited for her to speak again.  She had such a beautiful voice, it was a shame I rarely heard her use it.

“You never answered my question”.

She said, still holding that same serene smile.  It took a while for me to realize what question she was referring to.

“I follow you because… because I like you.”

I told her honestly.  I did like her; hell even then I loved her.

And that day forward we were inseparable, never was she without me for long.

With her I felt human, as though Sesshomaru never took me that night so long ago.

Yet, all good things must come to an end.  Another saying passed along through the echoes of time.

And Sesshomaru was always the end to my happiness.

Sorry guys gotta stop there.

A lot of you let me know about the mistake I made to Myouga's name last chapter.  I called him Myouto.  Thanks for letting me know.

Here's a long overdue Q & A:

Fuji the Hobbit:  All I can tell ya is that it will be awhile before Inuyasha is free of Sesshomaru.  Thanks for the suggestion though, I just might use it.

spikevamp/spikeseigal/inu:  Yeah, I know the whole incest, yaoi thing is throwing some people but let me clarify it for you.  Sesshomaru isn't really Inuyasha's brother in this fic.  Inuyasha's brother died when his mother did.  But Inuyasha does refer to Sesshomaru as his brother and vise versa.  In Inuyasha's case, he is a stickler for family.  Even though Sesshomaru killed his father and took him away from his wife and child, he is the only real family Inuyasha has left and his only real connection to the past.  He adopts Miroku because Miroku looks like his son, thus giving him another hold on his past life and another family member.  Anyway, I'm glad you like the rest of the fic.  Keep reading and keep reviewing.

Kurorei:  Sorry about that, but I'm glad you like the story.  The yaoi is an essential start to the story, especially the relationship between Inuyasha and Sesshomaru so I couldn't leave it out.  I am kind of concerned that reading this fic since it has the adult themes and stuff but to each his own.

Usagi-Chan=P:  Sure if you call being a male whore a perv.  Yeah, he's definitely a lech. 

The Girl Who Cried Oro:  Thanks to you as well as the other reviewers who pointed that out.  My mistake.

Shauna:  Will Miroku get turned into a vampire? You'll find out in the next part of this chapter.

Cataluna:  I know I keep saying this but Kagome will show up soon.  You'll see her in chapter 6.

Zeto:  Yeah I agree with you about the ending of “The Last Vampire”.  It did change every thing.  I can't give away the ending of this fic but trust me, it will be different.

There's just a few.  I'll answer the rest in the next chapter and I promise it won't be a year in the making. Until then, Ja ne!