InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Middle Road ❯ Lacuna (alternate ending I) ( Chapter 25 )
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By: Ejecta2248586 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.04.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 846 | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.04.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 846 | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
I'm not even gonna say it.
Nihilisticalitatiousness(don't ask)
" Oh, Inuyasha!" Kagome collapsed on his resting body as he slowly opened his eyes. He was stiff and sore and exhausted and his head felt like drums were pounding behind his ears. She cried into his chest, clutching his haori as she laughed, or cried, or something--Inuyasha couldn't tell which. He looked around the room, seeing Sango sitting in a corner, leaning her head on Miroku's shoulder. He sat, stoicly cross-legged with his eyes closed, his staff falling across his arms.
Inuyasha groaned as he tried to sit up. Kagome held onto his arm the whole time. The room was dark and depressing and dismal.
Miroku opened an eye, glanced up at him with that familiar, puckish half-smile on his face. "Back, I see." He glanced over to the girl leaning against him. "You took long enough, Inuyasha." Inuyasha snorted dismissively and stood. Kagome furrowed her brows and 'hmmph'ed, then dragged his arm to the ground, making him sit back down.
"You stay here, Inuyasha." He disdainfully shook her arm from his.
"Why the hell should I?"
"Just do it, Inuyasha." She gave him an uncharacteristically serious look.
"Because I say so." She once again entwined her arm with his. "Besides, you need to rest."
"Fuck, I don't want to go fightin' any more dragons, woman, I just want to look around."
"You don't want to do that, Inuyasha." He looked at her suspiciously.
"Why?"
"Um...because I want you to stay here." She smiled innocently, her wide, brown eyes looking into his. He huffed, crossed his arms, and stared broodingly into the fire. He noticed something in the corner. His energy was next to nonexistant. He stood up, fighting back the annoying girl, and walked over to the other side of the fire. There was a small pile of ashes, bits of scorched cloth laying on top. A rebellious summer breeze locomoted through cracks in the walls of the building. The particles of burnt dust swirled in small circles around the dark room. He kneeled, grabbing a fistful of the black sand. As he watched the hypnotic grains of ebony sand sift through his fingers, a haunting utterence rasped in his ear. As if hearing himself speaking, the strangely unfamiliar words echoed in his mind. . . . .
"Nothing is real. Any illusion of existence is denial. Humans are not creatures of the world, humans are creatures of the mind."
"Inuyasha?" Kagome spoke to him, her expression worried, as they walked down the dirt path that ran between the sister, sentinel mountains. They were walking slowly, Miroku holding Sango's hand as they walked, Kagome gripping Inuyasha's.
"Fine," He said, answering her unasked question. "just thinking."
"Oh."
He gazed back toward the mountain, taking in the rapturous beauty of the mountains. Snow-capped and firm, they never moved, never abandoned the other. They were sisters. They were lovers. They were immovable sentinels guarding the doorway to an unseen and unknow world.
"...the mind. When humans experience, they experience it in the mind. God knows what undiscovered treasures lie hidden in your own psyche. Do not accept truth, Inuyasha. Truth is relative. Just live and experience and..."
"And what, mother?" A young Inuyasha sat beside his dying mother, stifling his onslought of tears. She smiled warmly, reached her hand up to his face, brushed a hair out of his eyes, and wiped away a tear. She held his face in her hands.
"Believe."
"Kirara! Shippo! Where were you guys?" Sango hugged the two furry youkai to her breast. Before his eyes popped from the pressure, Shippo spoke. "We were behind you, in the cave, when we heard a noise, and you were gone. We looked for a while, but a youkai's gotta eat, so we headed back."
"You guys have been here this whole time?" Kagome asked.
"What whole time? It's only been an hour." Kagome looked at Inuyasha, myriad unanswerable questions in her eyes.
"Inuyasha...?"
"I don't know," he said. Distance in his eyes. "Maybe there is no truth. Maybe, truth is relative." He started took one more long gaze down the overgrown, serpantile path that wound its way between the mountains. "Maybe," He said, barely above a whisper. "it's not over yet."
He shrugged his shoulders. "But I don't know. If, perchance, it was real, then there might be a lesson in it somewhere. Other than that," He chuckled slightly. "Fuck 'f I know."
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This is the first in a two or three or four-part alterante ending series. You can either decide which you like better, or you can tell me which one is better, and I might just change it. This is only while I can put my ADD on hold, though. More explanations will be in the other alternate endings.
Nihilisticalitatiousness(don't ask)
" Oh, Inuyasha!" Kagome collapsed on his resting body as he slowly opened his eyes. He was stiff and sore and exhausted and his head felt like drums were pounding behind his ears. She cried into his chest, clutching his haori as she laughed, or cried, or something--Inuyasha couldn't tell which. He looked around the room, seeing Sango sitting in a corner, leaning her head on Miroku's shoulder. He sat, stoicly cross-legged with his eyes closed, his staff falling across his arms.
Inuyasha groaned as he tried to sit up. Kagome held onto his arm the whole time. The room was dark and depressing and dismal.
Miroku opened an eye, glanced up at him with that familiar, puckish half-smile on his face. "Back, I see." He glanced over to the girl leaning against him. "You took long enough, Inuyasha." Inuyasha snorted dismissively and stood. Kagome furrowed her brows and 'hmmph'ed, then dragged his arm to the ground, making him sit back down.
"You stay here, Inuyasha." He disdainfully shook her arm from his.
"Why the hell should I?"
"Just do it, Inuyasha." She gave him an uncharacteristically serious look.
"Because I say so." She once again entwined her arm with his. "Besides, you need to rest."
"Fuck, I don't want to go fightin' any more dragons, woman, I just want to look around."
"You don't want to do that, Inuyasha." He looked at her suspiciously.
"Why?"
"Um...because I want you to stay here." She smiled innocently, her wide, brown eyes looking into his. He huffed, crossed his arms, and stared broodingly into the fire. He noticed something in the corner. His energy was next to nonexistant. He stood up, fighting back the annoying girl, and walked over to the other side of the fire. There was a small pile of ashes, bits of scorched cloth laying on top. A rebellious summer breeze locomoted through cracks in the walls of the building. The particles of burnt dust swirled in small circles around the dark room. He kneeled, grabbing a fistful of the black sand. As he watched the hypnotic grains of ebony sand sift through his fingers, a haunting utterence rasped in his ear. As if hearing himself speaking, the strangely unfamiliar words echoed in his mind. . . . .
"Nothing is real. Any illusion of existence is denial. Humans are not creatures of the world, humans are creatures of the mind."
"Inuyasha?" Kagome spoke to him, her expression worried, as they walked down the dirt path that ran between the sister, sentinel mountains. They were walking slowly, Miroku holding Sango's hand as they walked, Kagome gripping Inuyasha's.
"Fine," He said, answering her unasked question. "just thinking."
"Oh."
He gazed back toward the mountain, taking in the rapturous beauty of the mountains. Snow-capped and firm, they never moved, never abandoned the other. They were sisters. They were lovers. They were immovable sentinels guarding the doorway to an unseen and unknow world.
"...the mind. When humans experience, they experience it in the mind. God knows what undiscovered treasures lie hidden in your own psyche. Do not accept truth, Inuyasha. Truth is relative. Just live and experience and..."
"And what, mother?" A young Inuyasha sat beside his dying mother, stifling his onslought of tears. She smiled warmly, reached her hand up to his face, brushed a hair out of his eyes, and wiped away a tear. She held his face in her hands.
"Believe."
"Kirara! Shippo! Where were you guys?" Sango hugged the two furry youkai to her breast. Before his eyes popped from the pressure, Shippo spoke. "We were behind you, in the cave, when we heard a noise, and you were gone. We looked for a while, but a youkai's gotta eat, so we headed back."
"You guys have been here this whole time?" Kagome asked.
"What whole time? It's only been an hour." Kagome looked at Inuyasha, myriad unanswerable questions in her eyes.
"Inuyasha...?"
"I don't know," he said. Distance in his eyes. "Maybe there is no truth. Maybe, truth is relative." He started took one more long gaze down the overgrown, serpantile path that wound its way between the mountains. "Maybe," He said, barely above a whisper. "it's not over yet."
He shrugged his shoulders. "But I don't know. If, perchance, it was real, then there might be a lesson in it somewhere. Other than that," He chuckled slightly. "Fuck 'f I know."
*** *** *** *** ***
This is the first in a two or three or four-part alterante ending series. You can either decide which you like better, or you can tell me which one is better, and I might just change it. This is only while I can put my ADD on hold, though. More explanations will be in the other alternate endings.