InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Thing Called Destiny. ❯ WANDER: Aimless. ( Chapter 6 )

Prompt: Wander (from IYHedonism)

Title: Aimless.

Author: Harmony Sunsinger

Rating: E (Everyone)

Genre: Canon, Drabble, Post-Manga What-If.

Characters: InuxKag, SanxMir

Word Count: 300

Summary: After making the final wish on the Jewel and allowing it to disappear forever, Inuyasha lies alone, on his human night, beneath the stars one night, contemplating life as he knows it now.

Warnings: Mild fluff, sexual flashbacks, and probable reactions of “WTF?”

A/N: I think that this is going to be the start of yet another fanfiction tale o' mine. Another post-manga what-if scenario, like “Lies, Letters, and Calloused Fingertips,” only very, very different.

 

 

 

He sighed heavily as he stared at the glistening stars hanging overhead. His hands were tucked comfortably behind his head, and he closed his eyes briefly. Inuyasha turned his head to the side, and when he opened his eyes and saw the thick, midnight hair strewn across the dewy grass, his heart filled his throat. And then he realized that it was just his, and her face slowly began to fade from his thoughts. He'd been wandering aimlessly that night, unable to sleep due to the provocative nature of his dreams.

 

`Stupid human night,' he thought, turning his head again to look upward. `Why have I been having such vivid dreams of this… girl? She looks like Kikyo… But she's not Kikyo.'

 

Inuyasha pondered silently for some time on the girl's name: Kagome.

 

He wondered if it was subconscious jealousy over Miroku and Sango's upcoming nuptials, but he quickly shooed that thought away. `No… They've only started recently; ever since I made a wish on the damned Jewel…'

 

As he lay there, he tried to remember what it was that he wished for.

 

Inuyasha couldn't remember.

 

He paused, sitting up and looking around. The wind blew very gently right then, and a strange scent was carried on it. It smelled like…

 

“Flowers?” he asked no one in particular, obviously puzzled by the scent. `Maybe I shouldn't question it,' he mused, breathing in the fresh scent and letting himself become swallowed in the feeling of warmth it gave him. `Maybe I should just… sit back and let myself feel like this. Like…'

 

Suddenly, the wind died as quickly as it had started, and the scent faded with it. The warmth dissipated, and he looked around, suddenly feeling exactly how small and insignificant he was to the world.

 

`Like I'm not alone.'