InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To live for you. ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

 

Disclaimer: No, no! As sad as it is InuYasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and not me! *sobs* I wish he did though… Do you think he'd survive in Russia?

 

A/N:

Um, hello everyone! Just wanted to say some things before you start reading. First: English is not my native language, and although I can't say that I'm a newbie here (12 years is a long time) I am bound to have some mistakes, so I ask you to feel free to point them out (more so lexical/ use of words etc). Second: I haven't read the whole manga, just the latest 10 or so chapters. (since Kikyo's death up until ch. 480) I have seen all the series and the four films. So my story is based on that. I probably won't take into consideration what happens in the manga since that point. I will try to make the characters as less OC as possible; tell me if I'm managing it ^_^

 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and leave reviews. (No flaming though. Constructive criticism. If you don't like my story for whatever reason I'll be happy to read to your polite explanation and suggestions.)

 

And, now with the story…

 

 

- Prologue -

 

 

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It was raining hard. His ears were plastered against his head to prevent water from slipping inside the sensitive appendages. Shaking his head lightly so that the drops on his brows and forehead would fall, the hanyou took a quick glance around him. A few feet behind him, using Hiraikotsu to at least partially escape the rain, Sango and Miroku were walking along the muddy road they had all chosen some days ago. On his right, carrying over her head a ridiculous pink contraption, there was Kagome. Shippou was sitting on her shoulder intently looking at the girl's serious face, once in a while he would shift his gaze from her to InuYasha. None of them spoke. None of them complained about the uncomfortable trip. Not one of them suggested stopping. Everyone was enduring this with sullen determination.

 

Ever since Kikyo died - two weeks ago - the whole group understood that was the moment when they were to choose for that last time to surrender or to fight. Somewhere along their journey of collecting shards and fighting Naraku the miko touched more lives than only InuYasha's or even Kagome's. She helped Miroku, she tried to save Kohaku, she spared Kouga's life, when she could have let him die; she was dear to each and every member of their group. Her passing was one of the crucial moments, when they had to decide their path ahead, knowing there would not be a way back whatever they had chosen.

 

To InuYasha it was really difficult to cope with the loss, more so because it wasn't the first time. But for some reason it was even more difficult to deal with the contradiction in his heart. On the one hand, he was mourning the death of his first love with every bit of his existence; the feeling of guilt, uselessness hung heavy in his soul. On the other hand he couldn't help but to think that it was how it was meant to be. Kikyo suffered too much and lived too little. He couldn't even try to imagine, what it was like to live without feeling, to be made of clay and soil instead of flesh and blood. It didn't matter how hard he tried to convince himself of the opposite, things would have never been the same even if she lived. Kaede had once had told him to go on with his life and not to make the mistake of confusing her sister with the resurrected miko. He hadn't paid attention to her words then ,but now it all made sense. Even if Kikyo hadn't tried to kill him anymore, even if she was helping them to annihilate Naraku, she still wasn't the woman he once loved. So maybe her death wasn't something to mourn about? Maybe she finally found peace? Maybe, just maybe, he had to be happy for her, and finally start living his life. Maybe…

 

But he didn't want to forget her and he knew he wouldn't. She would always have a place in his heart. After all she had been there for more that fifty years now.

 

Whatever he would decide, it would come later. After he had killed Naraku.

 

A sudden shriek brought him back from his thoughts. InuYasha looked up and saw Kagome running after the `um-bre-lla' that, it seemed, was pulled out her grasp by a strong blast of wind. But try as she might, she couldn't reach the contraption, as it jumped around complying with the wind's wishes.

 

“Oi, Kagome! Stop that. That thing is useless anyway. You'll just end up losing it again.”

 

Kagome was just about to catch the handle, when the umbrella flew away and, as the result, she fell to her knees in the mud. A second later she was pulled to her feet again by a strong pair of hands. Kagome tried to run again but the hands wouldn't let go.

 

“Woman, quit moving! Wanna fall again?” InuYasha grumbled.

 

“But InuYasha I need to get it. It's pouring down and I'm drenched as it is,” the girl uttered. Indeed, her teeth were clattering; he could feel her shiver in his embrace. By this time Miroku and Sango reached them. They were looking at InuYasha, waiting for him to decide what to do next. It was all up to him. They would keep walking. No matter how tired they were they would keep on going if he chose so. The hanyou looked down; he knew he was exhausting them. After all, they were only humans. He was so obsessed with the idea of finding Naraku and so saddened by Kikyo's death, that he forgot that his companions couldn't keep up with him.

 

“Keh! Forget that thing, Kagome!” And before she could say anything he pulled her closer to him and practically tucked her under his arm so that she was covered by his voluminous sleeve. She was surprised by the action but didn't say anything. Maybe InuYasha was returning to his normal self. “Miroku, we're stopping for rest in the next village we come across. You do that exorcism stuff so that we could stay somewhere warm.” With that he stomped off, with Kagome by his side.

 

Miroku and Sango exchanged glances, but followed their friends. Shippou, who jumped from Kagome's shoulder when she had begun chasing the umbrella, was now hoisted comfortably on the monk's shoulder.

 

They continued walking. The rain wasn't ceasing. InuYasha looked at the girl in his arms; she was still shivering. Trying to keep up with him and mach her step with his, her legs would often entwine themselves and she would stumble slightly. He would tighten his hold on her, and she eventually would regain her footing. Kagome looked up meeting his gaze. She gave him a little smile that both warmed his heart and made it ache. `Why are you here, Kagome? Why haven't you left me yet?' Seeing the girl rub her hands and blow on them, he stopped. Kagome gave him a surprised look but he didn't answer her. Instead he took off his haori and pulled it over her shoulders.

 

“But, InuYasha, won't you be cold?”

 

“Weak human, I don't get cold that easy! `Sides, I can't have you getting sick. So just hurry up and put it on properly. The faster we go, the faster we can find a place to stay.”

 

“Thank you.” She offered, while inserting her hands in the sleeves. That done, she looked at him with indecision. `Would he embrace me again? Now that I have his haori there's no need for him to touch me. I don't think he feels comfortable with me around, right now.'

 

“Keh! Stupid girl!” he mumbled before slipping his arm around her shoulders once more. She relaxed against him, and rested her head on his torso. `To go on with my life, hm? I have to, Kagome. I have to do it for you. I don't want to fail yet another person so dear to me. I have to. And I want to…'

 

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A/N: So that was just the prologue. I'll be posting the first chapter as soon as possible (sometime during this week.) Anyway, please leave reviews they will help me a lot to know if I'm doing anything wrong.

 

See ya!