InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Time has Come ❯ Chapter 7
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By: Golden Foxfyre 
Death of the lord...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 09.29.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 960 | Visits: 364 | Status: Work In Progress
Death of the lord...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 09.29.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 960 | Visits: 364 | Status: Work In Progress
The Time Has Come
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: :Staring at the ashes from clothing: Guess I overdid it. Still don't own Inuyasha
Chapter 7
Awareness gradually returned to the taiyoukai. First the sounds of servants rushing everywhere and a crackling fire reached his ears. Then the nearby scent of his mate made him aware of the return of his sense of smell. Fiery pain lanced through his body; a pain that was borne from unhealing wounds. He moaned in pain, such a sound rarely heard from him.
"Inutaisho!" Izayoi cried, pleased surprise coloring her voice. She watched as his golden eyes opened and she briefly tightened her grip on his arm as she turned to one of the servants still in the room. "Yuki, get Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. Tell them that their father is awake."
The small forest youkai bowed. "Right away, m'lady." There was a flurry of black as the youkai retreated. Her footsteps faded down the hall, leaving the two of them alone.
Inutaisho coughed. His throat was as dry as the desert. Every breath hurt, and sounds were impossible at this point. Izayoi gently lifted his head, pressing a cup of water to his lips. Cool, blessed water flowed into his mouth then down his throat. Finally, he was moist enough to speak. Golden eyes met violet; reading the sorrowful depths. He managed to lift one clawed hand to touch her cheek. Faint trembles ran through his arm from the effort of the motion.
"I see that you know the severity of this wound." His claws lightly trailed over her skin. "Don't cry, Izayoi. Inuyasha will be well-looked after." Inutaisho's hand fell back to the bed, the very effort of staying in contact with her exhausting.
Tears still trembled in violet eyes; tears that weren't allowed to fall. Seeing her cry was devastating to him, so she would hold them back.
Sesshomaru and Inuyasha raced into the room; catching the unwelcome scent of death hovering around their father. Three pairs of golden eyes met, the youngest ones holding tears. Inuyasha crawled onto the bed and snuggled into his father's side, trying to deny what his nose was telling him. His father couldn't be dying. An arm wrapped around him in a comforting manner.
Finally, the elder son found his voice. "Tousan, why?" He was having a hard time keeping an emotionless mask in place. He never thought he would have to take over so soon. 'I'm not ready, no matter what he says. I'm too young.'
"Sesshomaru, if I didn't stop Ryokotsusei, he would've gone on killing. That dragon would've caused too much death and suffering, not only to mortals, but to youkai as well." There was something in his son's demeanor that let him know that he was doubting himself. "You are ready, Sesshomaru." His gaze then took in their reactions to his scent.
Suddenly, stricken golden eyes turned to the taiyoukai. Inuyasha snuggled further into his father's side. "Tousan, don't go!" His voice was close to a sob as it caught in his throat.
A comforting growl escaped Inutaisho. "I'll always be with you, Inuyasha." His gaze traveled to Sesshomaru, obviously including his elder son as well. "You'll never forget me, for whenever you see your reflection, you see a part of me."
Both soon were taken away, one to prepare for his upcoming duties, the other for a nap. A glimmer of humor sparkled in the taiyoukai. His youngest son was plain cranky without an afternoon nap that left him basking in the sun.
Inutaisho reached for Izayoi, his hand searching over the blankets in a slow and halting motion. Her hand met his, halting his quest before it took too much of his strength. His slowly dimming vision caught her tears reflecting the flickering light of the fire. "Why are you crying?"
"I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," she murmured tearfully, "but now yours is being cut short." One hand fisted in her kimono as tears continued to stream down her face. Finally, she lifted the hand she held in hers then pressed it to her abdomen. "This is also why I cry. Our baby will never know a father."
The effort of thinking was quickly becoming too painful and too difficult. With trembling arms, he pulled his mate down then pressed a kiss to her lips. "Never forget me." he whispered after releasing her. Life's final breath escaped his body. Instantly, every inu youkai in the area howled in mourning. Lord Inutaisho was gone, dead from a dragon-inflicted wound.
A sharp pain lanced through the years-old bite mark on her shoulder. Izayoi bit her lip to keep in a pain-filled, despaired cry. Her mate was taken from her, but by the gods, her dignity would remain. It wouldn't be appropriate for the mate of the late Lord of the Western Lands to dissolve into tears over his body. Later, when she was alone, would she release the pain she held deep inside.
The shoji was violently thrown open then shattered against the wall. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha rushed in. Tears trembled in both pairs of eyes and they were whimpering like puppies. This was a terrible blow. The young lord, his brother and stepmother were now without the force that bound them together in the earliest days.
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: :Staring at the ashes from clothing: Guess I overdid it. Still don't own Inuyasha
Chapter 7
Awareness gradually returned to the taiyoukai. First the sounds of servants rushing everywhere and a crackling fire reached his ears. Then the nearby scent of his mate made him aware of the return of his sense of smell. Fiery pain lanced through his body; a pain that was borne from unhealing wounds. He moaned in pain, such a sound rarely heard from him.
"Inutaisho!" Izayoi cried, pleased surprise coloring her voice. She watched as his golden eyes opened and she briefly tightened her grip on his arm as she turned to one of the servants still in the room. "Yuki, get Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. Tell them that their father is awake."
The small forest youkai bowed. "Right away, m'lady." There was a flurry of black as the youkai retreated. Her footsteps faded down the hall, leaving the two of them alone.
Inutaisho coughed. His throat was as dry as the desert. Every breath hurt, and sounds were impossible at this point. Izayoi gently lifted his head, pressing a cup of water to his lips. Cool, blessed water flowed into his mouth then down his throat. Finally, he was moist enough to speak. Golden eyes met violet; reading the sorrowful depths. He managed to lift one clawed hand to touch her cheek. Faint trembles ran through his arm from the effort of the motion.
"I see that you know the severity of this wound." His claws lightly trailed over her skin. "Don't cry, Izayoi. Inuyasha will be well-looked after." Inutaisho's hand fell back to the bed, the very effort of staying in contact with her exhausting.
Tears still trembled in violet eyes; tears that weren't allowed to fall. Seeing her cry was devastating to him, so she would hold them back.
Sesshomaru and Inuyasha raced into the room; catching the unwelcome scent of death hovering around their father. Three pairs of golden eyes met, the youngest ones holding tears. Inuyasha crawled onto the bed and snuggled into his father's side, trying to deny what his nose was telling him. His father couldn't be dying. An arm wrapped around him in a comforting manner.
Finally, the elder son found his voice. "Tousan, why?" He was having a hard time keeping an emotionless mask in place. He never thought he would have to take over so soon. 'I'm not ready, no matter what he says. I'm too young.'
"Sesshomaru, if I didn't stop Ryokotsusei, he would've gone on killing. That dragon would've caused too much death and suffering, not only to mortals, but to youkai as well." There was something in his son's demeanor that let him know that he was doubting himself. "You are ready, Sesshomaru." His gaze then took in their reactions to his scent.
Suddenly, stricken golden eyes turned to the taiyoukai. Inuyasha snuggled further into his father's side. "Tousan, don't go!" His voice was close to a sob as it caught in his throat.
A comforting growl escaped Inutaisho. "I'll always be with you, Inuyasha." His gaze traveled to Sesshomaru, obviously including his elder son as well. "You'll never forget me, for whenever you see your reflection, you see a part of me."
Both soon were taken away, one to prepare for his upcoming duties, the other for a nap. A glimmer of humor sparkled in the taiyoukai. His youngest son was plain cranky without an afternoon nap that left him basking in the sun.
Inutaisho reached for Izayoi, his hand searching over the blankets in a slow and halting motion. Her hand met his, halting his quest before it took too much of his strength. His slowly dimming vision caught her tears reflecting the flickering light of the fire. "Why are you crying?"
"I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," she murmured tearfully, "but now yours is being cut short." One hand fisted in her kimono as tears continued to stream down her face. Finally, she lifted the hand she held in hers then pressed it to her abdomen. "This is also why I cry. Our baby will never know a father."
The effort of thinking was quickly becoming too painful and too difficult. With trembling arms, he pulled his mate down then pressed a kiss to her lips. "Never forget me." he whispered after releasing her. Life's final breath escaped his body. Instantly, every inu youkai in the area howled in mourning. Lord Inutaisho was gone, dead from a dragon-inflicted wound.
A sharp pain lanced through the years-old bite mark on her shoulder. Izayoi bit her lip to keep in a pain-filled, despaired cry. Her mate was taken from her, but by the gods, her dignity would remain. It wouldn't be appropriate for the mate of the late Lord of the Western Lands to dissolve into tears over his body. Later, when she was alone, would she release the pain she held deep inside.
The shoji was violently thrown open then shattered against the wall. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha rushed in. Tears trembled in both pairs of eyes and they were whimpering like puppies. This was a terrible blow. The young lord, his brother and stepmother were now without the force that bound them together in the earliest days.