InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Middle Road ❯ Puppetmaster ( Chapter 10 )

Believe it or not, I don't own Inuyasha.

Puppetmaster.

"Master." A small, deformed creature, no more than two feet tall rang humbly from the shadow.
Aah..." The old woman smiled weakly in its direction. "Inuyasha...." Her smirk morphed into a sinister grin. "My slave."

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"Mmmm...." Inuyasha moaned in his sleep. In a dimly lit hut, in the village, the curtain covering the entrace slid up. In there stepped Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and shippou riding comfortably atop Kirara. He laid on the crude mat, his body rigid. Pearls of sweat beaded down his forehead, he moaned and groaned in his sleep. The pungent aroma of incense filled the room. "Will he be alright, ma'am?" Asked Sango. She looked up at the girl. The old woman sat, her legs crossed indian style, her hands folded together around her prayer beads.

"I cannot do more for him. He will have to find the way out on his own."

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The sweet smell of flowers, she thought, that was what she missed the most. Going through the garden in the park, smelling, picking flowers. The red roses were her favorite. She inhaled suddenly, the light bouncing off her face. A creaking sound echoed through the room. Ahead she saw a blinding light, an indistinct figure stood in the middle of it. She slowly felt her way along the wall, lifting herself from the damp floor.

"So you're her." A small, almost amused voice reverberated around her. "You're the 'savior' they've all been talking about, huh?" Kagome whimpered slightly. "Doesn't look like much to me. What do you think?" Next to the woman a second silhouette appeared, taller, bigger. Another voice rang out,

"Naw, but she's the only one who made it through. The others are still lost in the cave."

"Yes," the old woman said, "so they are." With that she turned to the other and whispered something. His shadow disapeared in the fulgent light.

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"Inuyasha?" A soft voice cooed behind him. "Is something the matter?" She approached and sat on the log next to him. He did not move, or speak. His chin sat on his hand, in a statuesque pose remeniscent of that statue, The Thinker. The girl tried many more times to capture his attention. "Inuyasha, what's wrong with you?" Kikyo could not shake him from his preoccupied reverie. She huffed, defeated, and walked back to the village. He sighed sadly, and pondered his predicament. This is not the time I wanted, he thought, but why can't I leave like the other ten times?

He was not as happy as he thought he would have been. He wondered if he would remember the ways things had been with Kagome. Even if he changed the past, it would defeat the purpose if he still remembered her. That was the reason he wanted to change things. He still tried to justify harming Kagome. His thinking was that if he made it so he never met her, he never could have hurt her. It was like a paradox. If he never met Kagome, he never would have changed the past. His mind could not fathom the logistics of time travel, even in Kagome's time, they didn't even believe it existed.

His thoughts merged, muddling what little memory he had of how things got this way. Maybe this was how it happened, he thought, maybe the memories will fade away slowly. The only problem was, he was not happy here. He sighed in defeat. Maybe he would never be happy.

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You're probably confused. Things will turn out, somehow. I have a feeling things will turn out even faster if you tell me to.