InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Found Me. ❯ Chapter One. ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One:

 

I used to be a good little girl.

 

When I lived in the Sunset Shrine as a teenager, with my family, I was your classic, good, little, Japanese girl.

 

When I turned fifteen, I got myself yanked through the old well on our property, and I landed some 500 years in the past… All because Buyo, the family cat, decided to run rampant in Grampa's super-secret well house.

 

Stupid cat

 

Once there, I went on the adventure of a lifetime.

 

I made friends with Miroku, Sango, Kaede, and Shippo.

 

I met very important (and very strange) people, like Sesshomaru, Kikyo, Rin, Jaken, and a number of others.

 

I learned how to maintain friendly relations with guys who were totally in love with me, but in whom I held no interest (Kouga and Hojo, in case you were wondering).

 

I helped people, human and demon alike, that needed me.

 

I met the love of my life…

 

Inuyasha.

 

Then, when I was twenty years old, I learned that the world is NOT all sunshine and roses. It took us ALL to bring Naraku down. Ginta and Hakkaku didn't make it. It was horrible, seeing their broken bodies lying on the battlefield… but we fought on, even Kouga.

 

Jaken was dismembered; Sesshomaru barely made it to Rin in time. The poor girl was probably traumatized for the rest of her life. Miroku, at one point pretty far into the battle, succumbed to the poison of Naraku's insects; he fell to his knees and smiled at me when I tried to help him back to his feet. He just… smiled… while I got on my knees, laying him down slowly and begging him to get back up, to keep going. He was too far gone to even grope me as I leaned over him, sobbing.

 

Sango fell in that final battle as well. I'm not even sure that she realized that Miroku was gone. She fought her best in that last battle, and I know she had no regrets as she was beheaded gruesomely in battle, a true warrior's death.

 

I wasn't paying attention to much else as Kikyo and I tried to pull ourselves together enough to help Inuyasha finish Naraku off. We stood side by side as we strung our bows and released an unimaginable amount of spiritual energy into our arrows. Both of them hit their mark perfectly, and Inuyasha followed up with the Wind Scar.

 

Naraku was completely and totally annihilated.

 

When he was gone at last, we found the missing pieces of the Jewel where the villainous hanyou had been. He had been so close, and it had made him so powerful… I remember standing there a moment, staring down at the nearly completed Jewel and wondering how on Earth we had managed to defeat him when he become so powerful. I turned as I purified the damned thing, smiling as I watched Inuyasha make his way to me. He smiled brightly back, using the Tetsusaiga for support.

 

Then I gasped in horror as he, too, fell.

 

I remember breathing heavily, panting, as I stumbled across the meadow. I was panicked, frantic even, and I shudder to this day when I imagine that sight. The grass was sticky with dew and blood as the bright, bright sun came up over the horizon. I fought back the bile that was rising up in my throat, but I lost it when I got closer, turning to the side and vomiting till I had nothing left in me.

 

I wiped my mouth and my runny nose as I looked him over. His eyes were open and glazed over with death; he had fallen on his back, his form sprawled. Tetsusaiga was still sticking up out of the ground beside him. His silver hair had been chopped off in some places, and while in others it looked as though it was ripped from his skull. The deep red, red blood was still slowly seeping out of a huge, nasty gash in his side, puddling beneath him.

 

Surely the grass would never grow here again.

 

He wasn't breathing anymore. I could barely make out the gold of his gorgeous irises; the black pupils had already spread, and I didn't need to check for a pulse.

 

Inuyasha was dead.

 

Miroku was dead.

 

Sango was dead.

 

Ginta, Hakkaku, and Jaken were dead.

 

On the inside, I was dead.