InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Glass ❯ Tainted Love ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 6: Tainted Love

Life is funny and no matter how old I get I never seem to get the punch line. That's sad really since I am the oldest creature in existence. I lived before time truly began and take it from me life never gets any easier and it never makes sense.

My life, my history, has been filled with sorrow and heartache with only fleeting moments of happiness. Perhaps I should have taken this fact into consideration before I fell in love with Kikyou. Maybe I should have reviewed my long history before taking in Miroku and making him my son. But I have always been reckless and impatient when it came to certain things especially relationships. Perhaps I form them too easily, but I break them just as easily so maybe it all balances out in there somewhere.

I never should have brought Kikyou or Miroku into my life. Yet I did and in doing so I damned one and doomed the other. For two years I was Kikyou's constant companion.

She was often sad, a melancholy flower who was left in the shade without sunlight yet still flourished with unnatural beauty. Miroku, for his part, became engrossed in the Buddhist philosophy and though I would have preferred him to worship Ramasta, I would not pressure him into doing so. A man must form his own sets of beliefs. And who was I, a monster, to preach religion. Finally, if it kept Miroku out of trouble, namely out of married women's and rich noblemen daughters' panties, I could only support his new interest.

Kikyou would often ask me of my relationship with Miroku, mainly why the boy called me father when he appeared to be only a couple of years younger than me. I lied of course, even though I hate to lie to those I love. I told her that Miroku was my little brother and both of our parents died when I was 15 and he was 7. Still needing the love of a parent he started, after a while, to call me father and I allowed it. It would have been a good explanation and had worked countless timesin the pastwhen Miroku became too old for people to believe he was my real son, but Kikyou was entirely too observant and had too much spiritual power.

She sensed something was different, off, about me, that Iwasn't everything I claimed to be. I could tell that she either suspected or out right knew I was lying. We both preferred to ignore the truth and believe the lie, the lie that I was truly human.

Anything else would have made our friendship impossible.

It was already impossible.

The poison that flowed through my veins had already tainted her and my son, only because I still wanted to pretend I was human when my humanity was stripped from me almost 100 years ago under a full moon on a jade alter.

But as I stated earlier, I was only to enjoy a couple of years with Kikyou and my son in peace before it was to all fall apart.

I could sense that he was powerful the moment I felt his demonic aura. Never had I sensed anything so evil.

Kikyou and I sat in the glade where we first became friends. Much like that day, I sat at Kikyou's side. She played in my hair as she always did, when I allowed her. The stroking of her fingers through my hair made me feel like a big cat and Kikyou laughed as I pretended to purr like one. I felt warm inside just from the sound of her laughter which was like the wind blowing through a meadow on a particularly hot day, refreshing.

I had not been so happy in such a long time and I could tell that she hadn't as well.

It is often that tragedy strikes at our happiest moments.

We felt it at the same time, the demonic aura. She looked at me, her eyes filled with fear and determination.

She looked at me like she would never see me again

"Kikyou?" I whispered her name as if in question. I knew that look, the look in her eyes. It was the look I had seen in the eyes of many of my victims, the look of one resigned to his or her fate.

"The shikon no tama, if I fail another will take up my mission, Inuyasha". She whispered solemnly. She grasped the jewel in her hand, securing it to a necklace she always wore.

"That jewel, is that what that thing is after"? I asked looking fretfully at the pearl colored gem.

It didn't look like much to me. I had seen jewels far better, far more precious. But it did feel different, powerful, a power I always thought came from Kikyou herself.

"Yes."

I jumped in front of her prepared to protect her with my last breath.

"This is not your battle, Inuyasha!" She shouted turning me to face her.

"What do you mean? Are you crazy? You can't fight that thing. You're only hu..." I looked away. She knew what I was about to say that she was only human while I was a monster.

Right then I wished for Sesshomaru's demonic power. At that moment I wished to be Sesshomaru, I who had taunted him since birth wished for his power at that moment.

I had no doubt that Sesshomaru could defeat this unknown demon. Sesshomaru's aura was different but more powerful.

Tears welled up in chocolate brown eyes as Kikyou looked at me.

"Don't you see, Inuyasha, your story isn't over yet. Your lord once said look beyond the face and you will find me. Look beyond her face, my love.”

She then kissed me. Her tears dripping onto my cheeks lending me the power to cry also.

The wind swept through her hair caressing the raven colored locks.

I shook my head in protest.

Of course I didn't care what she said. I wasn't going to let her fight a demon.

I suddenly found myself getting really sleepy though, sleepier than I had ever been.

"A spell". I heard Kikyou whisper. Her voice sounded so far away as if muffled underwater.

"A spell so that you may live on. This is my fate. It has always been my fate. It is not yours".

Blackness came to claim me and I heard no more.

I awoke to the scent of blood which made me hungry. The hunger confused me for usually when I awoke to the scent of blood it was after massacring some demon or foul human and gorging on their blood.

I never woke up hungry after that.

As my eyes focused on the sky, from the position of the sun, I summarized it to be early morning which was really weird. When Kikyou and I came to the glade it was past noon.

That was when it all came back to me.

I set up, my head spinning. My first sight was Kikyou, lying in a pool of blood, her blood. I made my way to her, but I could already feel that she was dead. I clasped her to me in shock, her blood staining my blood red haori. Even I, a monster who had killed thousands, could not stomach the sight of seeing her beautiful face (even in death her beauty did not leave her) smeared with blood.

"Kikyou, what did you do to me?" I whispered allowing tears, bloody tears, to trail down my cheeks.

"Why didn't you let me help you?" A whisper in the wind was my only reply. Gently I closed her eyes, kissing each lid as I did so.

"F-Father."

No. I thought, not my son too. The gods would not be that cruel.

But again I heard that slight whisper, almost too faint for detection even with my sensitive hearing. I could clearly hear the blood rattling in his throat however.

I laid Kikyou back down and made my way toward the voice of my dieing son.

There he lay, blood also surrounding him. But he also had the blood of that demon on him, blood that would enable me to track the bastard.

"Father". He called again. Already I could see that both of his legs were broken and his right arm. He reached for me anyway, just as he did when he was a little boy.

"I tried.." He started only to cough up blood.

"Don't speak, son". I said wiping the blood from his face. I gently placed his head in my lap.

There was only one thing I could do. I had swore that I would never make a demon. I would not do to anyone what Sesshomaru did to me. But I could not let my son die, knowing that I had the power to save him.

How Ramasta must hate me now. I am sure I will never have his grace.

Well fuck him.

He abandoned me a long time ago.

My god, how I hate him, yet love him just the same. Sesshomaru once told me that hate and love was on opposite sides of the same coin. Perhaps he was right.

I looked down at my son, trying to think of the right words to say to explain what I was about to do to him. I didn't have time to sugarcoat the truth, not with his life's essence staining the ground beneath us.

"Son, you have an idea of what I am. You know that I am not human". Understanding filled his eyes. He knew what I was trying to say.

"What you do not know is all that I am. You will soon see though. You will soon be the same".

He shut his eyes and shook his head in protest.

"I am sorry. I cannot lose you". I whisper.

“I am weak. Forgive me”.

I break my veins.

"Hurt?" He mutters. It takes a minute for me to disconcert what he is asking.

He wants to know if it will hurt.

"Yes”, I say, “but in a good way. I open his veins and my own. He barely feels my nails penetrating his skin, his other more fatal injuries drawing his attention.

I press our wounds together. I hold him close, pull him onto my lap as he takes his last breath as a human. Soon his body begins to convulse and his moans of pain soon become moans of pleasure. He dies, just as I and many others had, on a wave of ecstasy, pure carnal bliss.

While my son slept, I carried him far from the village we had called home for the last couple of years, far from my memories of Kikyou.

When he awoke, it was to a new life. The life of a predator, a demon. He said that he didn't hate me for turning him but I knew in a way that he did.

No matter, he was entitled and I did not blame him. Who hated his sire more than I?

News soon spread of a demon hunter in the West that had slain a very powerful demon. Soon I was to hear that that demon was Sesshomaru. In a way I felt relieved and in a way I felt deprived.

Sesshomaru was mine to kill.

That privilege had been taken away from me, by a child no less.

I had another demon to kill however.

Once again my life was focused on revenge and coated in blood.

Perhaps it was meant to be that way.

Forgive me for taking over a year to update. I will make no more promises though. I've been experiencing a huge writers block. I will try to finish this fic though. Those of you who read `Silver Rose', my SM fanfic, know it takes me a while to finish a fic.

Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter. Hopefully it want take so long to complete since I'm finally past… well the past.

Ok guys this is a spoiler so if you don't want to know stop reading

The next part will be set during present time. This is the time Kagome is from that is why I couldn't introduce her earlier.