InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Blood Like Water ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SilentTaiyoukai 
More unpleasant truths.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 12.26.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 422 | Visits: 518 | Status: Work In Progress
More unpleasant truths.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 12.26.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 422 | Visits: 518 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome managed to crawl back onto the couch and wrap herself into the comforting mesh of a knit blanket. Sesshoumaru sat down next to her and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. Taka jumped up and sat between them, his tail wagging. Kagome watched Sesshoumaru light up, and after a few moments it became clear that she would have to be the one to start up the conversation again.
In a matter of minutes her heart had already shattered into a thousand pieces, but she knew her heartache was not over quite yet. There were many people whose fates she had yet to know, many people left to mourn.
“What about my human friends? Miroku, Sango?” she asked him, and there was a pregnant pause between them. “Rin?”
He spared her a sideways glance, then puffed a cloud of smoke in her direction. She wrinkled her nose and turned away.
“Youkai wars did not only claim the lives of demons. The taijiya and monk had long lives,” he said, and for that at least Kagome was glad. “But my ward was murdered.”
Kagome gasped, and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth. She could feel her eyes stinging again. Sesshoumaru’s eyes flitted over to her again.
“She was killed out of revenge by a demon whose comrades I had slain,” he said. “I made sure he suffered.”
The words spilled from him then, slowly and carefully. The only thing betraying his emotion was his hand, which was curled so tightly around the box of cigarettes that its contents were completely crushed. Kagome had no doubt that even after hundreds of years, he was still torn by all that had happened. To hear about all of their deaths was one thing, to have lived through them was something she could hardly fathom.
Tears rolled unheeded and silent down her cheeks.
He let her know that he had made them all suffer. The rogues who murdered Jaken, the beasts who slew Kirara, and bandits who killed Ah-Un and ran off with his scaly pelt. The ambushing bastards that had dealt Kohaku his death blow, and even the cowards that had dared to seek out his mother and behead her.
He searched and killed until they were gone, until every death had gone punished. Blood flowed over his sword like water until there was no blood left to spill.
In a matter of minutes her heart had already shattered into a thousand pieces, but she knew her heartache was not over quite yet. There were many people whose fates she had yet to know, many people left to mourn.
“What about my human friends? Miroku, Sango?” she asked him, and there was a pregnant pause between them. “Rin?”
He spared her a sideways glance, then puffed a cloud of smoke in her direction. She wrinkled her nose and turned away.
“Youkai wars did not only claim the lives of demons. The taijiya and monk had long lives,” he said, and for that at least Kagome was glad. “But my ward was murdered.”
Kagome gasped, and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth. She could feel her eyes stinging again. Sesshoumaru’s eyes flitted over to her again.
“She was killed out of revenge by a demon whose comrades I had slain,” he said. “I made sure he suffered.”
The words spilled from him then, slowly and carefully. The only thing betraying his emotion was his hand, which was curled so tightly around the box of cigarettes that its contents were completely crushed. Kagome had no doubt that even after hundreds of years, he was still torn by all that had happened. To hear about all of their deaths was one thing, to have lived through them was something she could hardly fathom.
Tears rolled unheeded and silent down her cheeks.
He let her know that he had made them all suffer. The rogues who murdered Jaken, the beasts who slew Kirara, and bandits who killed Ah-Un and ran off with his scaly pelt. The ambushing bastards that had dealt Kohaku his death blow, and even the cowards that had dared to seek out his mother and behead her.
He searched and killed until they were gone, until every death had gone punished. Blood flowed over his sword like water until there was no blood left to spill.