InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Middle Road ❯ The New Inuyasha ( Chapter 11 )
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.21.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 433 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.21.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 433 | Status: Completed
Still don't own Inuyasha.
The New Inuyasha.
***** *****
Inuyasha sat up from his slumber. The colored leaves fell quietly to the ground around him. The wind softly caressed his cheek. He jumped down from his treetop loft and landed soundlessly on the forest floor. Today, he brooded silently, today I'll change this.
"Kikyo!" He screamed at the top of his lungs through the village. The townspeople seemed somewhat afraid of him. His queries as to the location of the priestess came to naught. Later on, after he had given up searching, he sat on the same log. He thought about how he would go about doing this thing. How could he wake himself up, without being unsure whether he was really even awake? After an exhaustive mental analysis of the situation, he felt even more confused. He decided to take a walk.
*** ***
The great, wooden door swung open slowly, an irritating creak echoed through the dark room. Kagome sat in silence, sinking further into a depression. In the blinding light she saw a number of small creatures entering, single file. After locking the door behind them, they opened some windows. The soft glow of sunshine kissed the floors of the room. It was larger than she thought. The strange, bug-eyed creatures circled around her legs, pushing and pulling her toward the door. The all spoke a strange language of twitterings and whistles like birds to each other. From the chaos, she was sure there was a strong debate over something. They whistled and twittered and chirped ten times louder than before.
After coming to an agreement, and after a violent scuffle between the two opposing creatures, they all pulled her into an adjoining room. In the room, Kagome saw a quite beautiful hot spring, and large, majestic statues that kept watch over her while she bathed. Marble floors danced with the flickering reflections from the water. They all stripped her quite suddenly(and embarressingly), and pushed her into the bath. After picking up her dirt-smudged clothes, the curious creatures disapeared into another room.
Kagome was quite puzzled by all this, but if she could get a bath, she might as well enjoy it. Soom her trepidation faded and she sat up comfortably, seeing no one else around. Now, she thought, if only Inuyasha were here. She gasped at having such a thought, and her face turned beet red in shame.
"No need to be embarressed." A strangely familiar voice broke the silence behind her. "It's not as if he didn't feel the same." Kagome turned around, being careful not to expose herself, and looked up at the large figure that stood there with an angry expression.
"Oh?" Her expression was deliberately sarcastic. "And what is that suppose to mean?"
"Only that you have nothing to be ashamed of." His cool stare riled her anger to no degree.
"And who said I am ashamed of something?" She boiled when she saw his knowing smirk.
"Nobody," He said. "just saying that Inuyasha thinks about you a lot lately."
"How do you know?"
"Because I am him." He smiled, almost amused. "Can't you tell?"
*** ***
"A little further, houshi-sama." Sango said between heavy strides. "We're almost there. Miroku breathed raggedly against her shoulder. Damn monk, she thought, he had to meditate for three whole days nonstop. Miroku had exhaustedly stayed in trance for two and a half days. It exceeded anything his training had ever called for. Now barely alive, Sango was forced to carry his sleeping body through more than a mile of damp cave corridors. An hour ago she had spotted a dim flicker of light up ahead, giving her some hope. The unconcious sounds of movement in the darkness surrounded her, her focus not allowing any of it to register. She simply pushed forward, simply focusing on that microscopic point where the light had been. All sensation seemed to numb, she felt no pain from sore muscles, no headache from staring endlessly into the pitch blackness.
She stumbled, her legs giving way. Falling to the hard floor with a thud, she drifted into unconciousness.
*** ***
"Inuyasha!" Kikyo yelled as she let fly an arrow. Inuyasha knew what came next, he had lived it over a thousand times in his mind. Turning his body slightly, he watched, as if in slow motion, as the arrow slowly entered his chest, pinning him against the goshinboku. He stared out, as if through somebody else's eyes, as Kikyo crashed to the ground, cradling the Shikon no Tama. His eyes widened. Something was wrong. That was this dream's paradox. He had not stolen the jewel this time, but somehow it had wound up in his hands as he was being skewered. He decided that from then on, he would look for those kinds of nonsensical things as warning signs.
He stared back through the darkening screens of his eyes at the horrific scene. This was the scene he could picture the clearest in his memories. I wonder, he thought, if I'll ever escape this from this dream. With that, his head fell to his chest.
*** ***
"You're not Inuyasha!" Kagome cried out angrily. "You're nothing like him!" She choked back a sob at the thought of the hanyou. "He's kind and sweet and warm and strong and I love him!" She gasped at the confession.
"Yet," The Inuyasha doppleganger drawled, running his finger distractedly against a statue's leg. "he very nearly killed you to get the jewel." She swallowed that statement whole.
"You see," he said. "I am Inuyasha. I'm just a part of him you almost never get to see."
"And which part is that?"
"The old Inuyasha." She looked confused a moment, and ventured to ask. "What is Inuyasha's 'old part'?"
"It is all the anger and sadness and confusion and frustration and..."
"And what?"
"Fear."
"So how did all this happen?" He scoffed.
"I simply tired of being suppressed all the time."
"So, you're the old Inuyasha?"
"No," he corrected sternly. "I am the new Inuyasha, now."
The New Inuyasha.
***** *****
Inuyasha sat up from his slumber. The colored leaves fell quietly to the ground around him. The wind softly caressed his cheek. He jumped down from his treetop loft and landed soundlessly on the forest floor. Today, he brooded silently, today I'll change this.
"Kikyo!" He screamed at the top of his lungs through the village. The townspeople seemed somewhat afraid of him. His queries as to the location of the priestess came to naught. Later on, after he had given up searching, he sat on the same log. He thought about how he would go about doing this thing. How could he wake himself up, without being unsure whether he was really even awake? After an exhaustive mental analysis of the situation, he felt even more confused. He decided to take a walk.
*** ***
The great, wooden door swung open slowly, an irritating creak echoed through the dark room. Kagome sat in silence, sinking further into a depression. In the blinding light she saw a number of small creatures entering, single file. After locking the door behind them, they opened some windows. The soft glow of sunshine kissed the floors of the room. It was larger than she thought. The strange, bug-eyed creatures circled around her legs, pushing and pulling her toward the door. The all spoke a strange language of twitterings and whistles like birds to each other. From the chaos, she was sure there was a strong debate over something. They whistled and twittered and chirped ten times louder than before.
After coming to an agreement, and after a violent scuffle between the two opposing creatures, they all pulled her into an adjoining room. In the room, Kagome saw a quite beautiful hot spring, and large, majestic statues that kept watch over her while she bathed. Marble floors danced with the flickering reflections from the water. They all stripped her quite suddenly(and embarressingly), and pushed her into the bath. After picking up her dirt-smudged clothes, the curious creatures disapeared into another room.
Kagome was quite puzzled by all this, but if she could get a bath, she might as well enjoy it. Soom her trepidation faded and she sat up comfortably, seeing no one else around. Now, she thought, if only Inuyasha were here. She gasped at having such a thought, and her face turned beet red in shame.
"No need to be embarressed." A strangely familiar voice broke the silence behind her. "It's not as if he didn't feel the same." Kagome turned around, being careful not to expose herself, and looked up at the large figure that stood there with an angry expression.
"Oh?" Her expression was deliberately sarcastic. "And what is that suppose to mean?"
"Only that you have nothing to be ashamed of." His cool stare riled her anger to no degree.
"And who said I am ashamed of something?" She boiled when she saw his knowing smirk.
"Nobody," He said. "just saying that Inuyasha thinks about you a lot lately."
"How do you know?"
"Because I am him." He smiled, almost amused. "Can't you tell?"
*** ***
"A little further, houshi-sama." Sango said between heavy strides. "We're almost there. Miroku breathed raggedly against her shoulder. Damn monk, she thought, he had to meditate for three whole days nonstop. Miroku had exhaustedly stayed in trance for two and a half days. It exceeded anything his training had ever called for. Now barely alive, Sango was forced to carry his sleeping body through more than a mile of damp cave corridors. An hour ago she had spotted a dim flicker of light up ahead, giving her some hope. The unconcious sounds of movement in the darkness surrounded her, her focus not allowing any of it to register. She simply pushed forward, simply focusing on that microscopic point where the light had been. All sensation seemed to numb, she felt no pain from sore muscles, no headache from staring endlessly into the pitch blackness.
She stumbled, her legs giving way. Falling to the hard floor with a thud, she drifted into unconciousness.
*** ***
"Inuyasha!" Kikyo yelled as she let fly an arrow. Inuyasha knew what came next, he had lived it over a thousand times in his mind. Turning his body slightly, he watched, as if in slow motion, as the arrow slowly entered his chest, pinning him against the goshinboku. He stared out, as if through somebody else's eyes, as Kikyo crashed to the ground, cradling the Shikon no Tama. His eyes widened. Something was wrong. That was this dream's paradox. He had not stolen the jewel this time, but somehow it had wound up in his hands as he was being skewered. He decided that from then on, he would look for those kinds of nonsensical things as warning signs.
He stared back through the darkening screens of his eyes at the horrific scene. This was the scene he could picture the clearest in his memories. I wonder, he thought, if I'll ever escape this from this dream. With that, his head fell to his chest.
*** ***
"You're not Inuyasha!" Kagome cried out angrily. "You're nothing like him!" She choked back a sob at the thought of the hanyou. "He's kind and sweet and warm and strong and I love him!" She gasped at the confession.
"Yet," The Inuyasha doppleganger drawled, running his finger distractedly against a statue's leg. "he very nearly killed you to get the jewel." She swallowed that statement whole.
"You see," he said. "I am Inuyasha. I'm just a part of him you almost never get to see."
"And which part is that?"
"The old Inuyasha." She looked confused a moment, and ventured to ask. "What is Inuyasha's 'old part'?"
"It is all the anger and sadness and confusion and frustration and..."
"And what?"
"Fear."
"So how did all this happen?" He scoffed.
"I simply tired of being suppressed all the time."
"So, you're the old Inuyasha?"
"No," he corrected sternly. "I am the new Inuyasha, now."