InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Under Anothers Watchful Eye ❯ Lost From Your Eyes ( Chapter 15 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha and company. Soul rights belong to Rumiko Takashi

Note: -*-*-*- Means we are seeing a dream. It will not be in italic.

Note: 'This is how it will be written if it is thought to ones self.'

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Life is an interesting concept, if one was to think of it for long enough. It was like a long road, twisting completely with the smallest turn of the path. Where did this wonderful bricked walk way lead to? Its unknown; Prehaps it is just that: The unknown. No one can lead out a planned life, for then it is just not that! A life consists of the plot of the fates, for they have absolute control. And if they are the veiwers, then how would that be a life?

Along with that theory, is that you can not have such a life with out living. Not so as in breathing in air, nor awakeing after a dream. No, it is meant that you must take risks and chances. Venture out into what is unproven, and uncared for. InuYasha was a risk taker. If they had such buildings, he would leap off the highest ones. He would take a dare if one was given to him, no matter the extreme. One could say he was a dare devil, for he acted with out thought, and in most cases, it got him in trouble that was so deep, it took nearly forever to climb out of. And when he did, he often fell right back into the same trap.

Kagome, however, was not quite so reckless. She was thoughtful, as well as practical. But she often came across as an air head, or some one whos intellagence is some what... limited. But no one understood what a bright women. She came off as one in general. But she did have that essance of needing some one. So maybe the correct term would be more of co-dependent, rather than that of such a harsh word of "air headed".

But Kagome was also many things. She was brave. How many times had such a quality saved them all. And hand in hand it went, she was strong. She could, and would be able to, chew out anyone, if she felt herself right. But Kagome was also beautiful and majestic. She could glaide as if she had wings. But, in a moment or so, she was so perfect, some thought she must adorn them. She had angel wings, for every one must have a set to fly with.

But then agian, she was beautiful on the inside. True enough this statement is given out to anyone short hand, but it was truly ment for for. She was the one exception to this false rule. She harbored so much love and kindness inside of her that she seeped it, and it made her out side figure seem to glow. So many women would stare out of the corner of their eyes and admire her. She truely was one for it. She managed to aid in every possible way that she could. She tended to every scrape or cut that one could aquire, no matter how small, nor the pain that it inflicted. If it was there and she became aware of it, she would make sure that it was cleaned off and wrapped up, letting no virus come anywhere near it. She was an angel.

But what kind of angel? Kagome was an angel of mercy. She took pity on every one and every thing, becasue the situation truely touched her, for it makes its way to her heart. She even found pity on Naraku! But... she had taken pity on a poor orphaned boy. He was but a meak child, angered in the loss of a parent. Blind in the rage of greif. But she cleared it away. Kagome was everything: A women, a child, a dreamer, beautiful, loved, loving and a mother...

Shippo. Her childs name was Shippo. She had acted like one from the first moment that they had met. Some how her maternal instincts kicked in, and they told her every thing she needed to know. They were so close. Every night, he would curl up beside her, and they entered the land of dreams as one. But all that had changed. Those same things that he valued and treasure so much, the very same thing that he held so close to his heart, had betrayed him. They, in the end, had taken her away. He no longer shared her bedside. No, now it was InuYasha who had taken the place. He had always been prepaired to give up his rightful spot to the hanyou, if the two were ever to become intended. But this was different. They were not intended, nor did they imply to have any type of realtionship that could go beyond the boarder of friends. To others it may seem that they are close, and the situation did often come across as though they were. But, they did just not know InuYasha.

He was like a child when it came to her. He never wanted to share. He never allowed her to wander off ahead, nor behind as he used to. Even when they were angry at one another, he still kept her in close contact. So close, that they almost tripped upon one another when they walked. It seemed impossible to get a word in edge wise when InuYasha was happy, for they seemed to direct conversation to only them. Shippo was unsure if he should be happy that he had finally forgotten about the undead miko named Kikyo, or upset that he had taken Kagome away from him.

But he knew Kagome was happy. He knew that she wanted this- InuYasha- more than anything in the world. And he also knew that it would be selfish to ask that she be taken away from that. Yet he had not made a promise to her! But he gritted his teeth. The whole time, his world collasped around him. Kagome was having these dreams, and they hurt her. They made her bleed and forget. She had not even remembered him! And all the while, he held on to the hope and thought that InuYasha had forgotten about Kikyo...

But he had not. that half breed had not forgotten about her! Here he had Kagome- wonderful, beautiful Kagome, willing to throw away the world on him, and Kikyo, who just wanted to make the world end FOR him. Which should he choose? Life or death. the answer was more than obvious to anyone who had at least some sense. But maybe InuYasha just wasnt all that clever. Or maybe he just didnt love her.

The kitsune cringed at that thought. He missed her so. She was so close, yet so far out of his reach. He held the memories that they shared close to him, and they warmed his sad heart in the cold lonely night. But not anymore. Everything he had endured, all that he had lost, Kagome by far was his greatest heart ache. The pain it caused him when his parents were gone was so large it was almost unmeasureable. Imagine what it was like to lose Kagome. But he did it all so that the past could remain as it was, and in the end, it didnt. He ran to HER. And left Kagome. She lost her memory about that time.

He could recall times that she was gone from him. But this was so different. He couldnt get close to her this time. She was out of his reach. Kagome...

As the times had worn on, Shippo had developed a sort of depression one could say. He was constintly sad and living as if he was in constint mourn. At some given times he would have out bursts of happiness and glee. But otherwise, he kept to himself. He used to cry so often as a child. True enough he still was one, but he was more mature than he was then. As he should be. You are expected to mature as you grow. Its just how things worked. But he would soon enough be fourteen. And thats old enough to be a man in human terms. Old enough to build some one a house, start a family, and lose every thing that he once held close to him, and place that value in some thing else, or more so to the point, some one else.

What kind of women did he want? Well, it goes with out saying he would want her to be beautiful. But that did not matter so much as who she was. She had to be giving, and loving. The type to tend to every thing around her, yet still make you feel that she went out of her way for you. He neded some one like that, he wanted to be offered the world, yet never take it. This could be his refuge, in the arms of his lover. But where was she? No one seemed to explain any thing to him, yet he knew so much. As a child, he could remember how Kagome would try and shelter him from the truthful words of that of Mirokus. But despite her efforts, when she became involved with InuYasha, her attention focused to other matters, and thus, he learned the ways of that of a man.

He had dreams, and he clung onto them so very tightly that he sometimes feared that he would sufficate them. It was like he could see his life through a rose tinted glass. It was him, not as an adult, nor as a child. Just as he was now. He saw this as the present, the future and anything but the past. It involved him as he was now, a boy in the grand transition of becomming a man. His mother, his friend, his soul care taker was beside him, yet so out of reach. A man in a dareing crimson stood beside her, and with a hidden pride that most were too naive to see. But it was there. Stored away for just him, and any one who dared to take her away.

A women in her late teens was there, she was one of beauty and grace. But under neath all of that laid the fight and anger that could kill a thousand men and demons alike. She had more strenght than that of most men. But she was beatuiful in so many ways and any one, even a blind man, could tell that her heart had long ago been captured from her body, and held prisoner in anothers hands. The holder himself was some what unaware. Sango would refuse any may, in fact, she had even refused the offer of that of a lord. He was charming and very wealthy, handsome and self assured. Yet she still said no. Some times, it seemed that she would be waiting for an eternity.

There was a man in this story, who was searching for love, and little did he know, everything he wanted was right before him, willing, if only he would woo her right. Partly the reason he was still searching was because he only partly had her. She gave herself to him, yet would reclaim what she had lost just as fast. It was as if he only had a taste of her, and he was unsure if he wanted more.

The rose tint only did so much to conseal the lost hopes of a child. He still had a childs eagerness to him, even though he would soon be considered a man. It did not work the same way in the demon world as that of a human. In fact, Kagome may never see the day he was to be considered a man.

Shippo was afiad of many things. But he feared death intensely. He hated the way it sounded, death. A word that was so grim, that it could send chills up your spine with the mention of its name. In the same way, he enjoyed it. That one thing brought him closer to his father. He longed for him.

It was so long ago, the day that he died. He remembered it clearly. It was like a dream.....

It was a hot summer day outside. The air was thick with rage and hate. The sun shinned through the cloudless sky, painting it with a great pride. A wonderful shade of blue strung it all together, making it a work of art. No person, nor demon had the skill to paint such a picture, for its beauty was one that could not be placed on a canvas with ink alone. Today, with the exception of the thickness one could feel in the heavy air, was a normal day.

A young kitsune arose with a start that morning. He was but a boy of eight, but matched the size of that of three. He had fire red hair, and wore chest nut clothes. He resembled some what of a human, though neither of his parents were one. No, he was a full fledged demon.

The story that this eager eyed child did not know, was that his father Masashi, was once a member of a tribe. It should have been expected, for no one travels alone, and every one is born form some body. He was not the highest standing member of his pack, yet not the weakest. His mother however, was a different story.

Her name was Chiyo. Daughter of the leader of the pack, and most desired kitsune anyone could find. Chiyo had hair that blazed red, with deep yellow eyes. Her body was well rounded in the areas that it should be, and she had of grace that just seemed to follow her every where. She upheld the human form, yet found her soul mate in that of a kitsune. It could never be. If Chiyo was to mate with Masashi, that would make him the future leader. And a kitsune in the place of a able speaking human? No, that could never be. But they would not take that as an answer.

It was deep in the night that they gave way to their desires, and many moons later, after many nights, Chiyo found that her innocents was lost. She confronted her father, and she and Masashi were thrown out of the tribe. They lived well cared for, because after all, she was her fathers child. And a fathers love for his daughter was more intense that than of the deepest river. He made sure that they had dinner every night and that his grand child was in constint protection. And he was. If he would have been allowed to, he would have said that Masashi was a fine provider. But he couldnt. It was aginst him, and aginst his tribe, to allow such an indecent act.

Chiyo died several years later, after Shippos birth. She became pregnant once more, and gave way to labor several months early. It took her life, as well as the unborn childs.

Through a massive fight, Masashi had gained the scared jewel shards. He kept them with him, in case his family needed their protection. In the end, it was those few things that ended his life, and his childs new one.

The thunder brothers were the one to bring him to this fate. Partly because they could, was the reason that they wanted to finish them off. Shippo ran, as Masashi told him to. But he watched. He saw his father die to the blast of thunder. In a cloud of anger and pain, Masashi was no more.

Shippo wandered. He had cried all that night. The kitsune found shelter in a cave that reaked of death, and the next day he made way to seek vengence in his fathers name. Thats when he met up with a half breed and a women.

When he saw them traveling together, he assumed that she was his women. When he stated what he thought the obvious, he noticed that he blushed. One usually would have such a pride to say that that women was his, if one were a mortal. He was a demon, and to have a human as a mate is a disgrace. You shame your family and your race by sireing with such things.

But his opinion quickly changed when he met Kagome. She was strong, adn independent. She helped him, protected him, yet only knew him for a few minutes. Why was she so quick to assume that he was not an enemy?

It was his fathers death that both brought him a new life of happiness and that of mourn.

Shippo layed aginst a trees trunk. He looked up into the black sky. The stars twinkled in a wonderful way, and it filled the night with passion. Any one would say that this was truely a night for dreamers. As he gazed, a star spat across the sky. He made a wish. A wish to be happy....

"I wish.... I wish Kagome remembers....."

The young Kitsune closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Going off into a place where he could once agian meet the times in which he loved.