Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Flickering Flame ❯ Chapter 1: Broken ( Chapter 1 )

A/n: After rereading my story ‘Flickering Flame’ I have found myself unsatisfied with how the project turned out. This is the revised version of my story. Hopefully it’s better then the original. Hope you like it.

‘All the fairy tales, the romance novels, the soap operas; they’re all lies. Love does not conquer all.’ -Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe.

*Flickering Flame*

By: Kage Otome

Chapter 1: Broken

Standing stock-still, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. It was as if her whole world had come crashing down on her. She could feel it. Her heart shattering into millions of tiny pieces. Her mind couldn’t quite process what she was seeing at first. But as soon as it did, she ran. Every part of her, all of her instincts told her to run and never look back. Looking back, observing what she’d just seen would be acknowledging the truth. A truth she so desperately wanted to believe was a lie. A trick, even a ploy to turn her against her love.

But she knew. She knew.

It was no trick nor ploy.

Truth is stranger then fiction.

That was how the saying went, wasn’t it? Racing through the woodland area surrounding her, all that ran through the young youkai’s mind was, ‘How could you?’ Tears which had previously been held back by her sheer force of will began to stream down her face steadily falling to the grounds as precious stones. And all through the silence, only she could her the sound of her heart breaking loudly in her ears. Only she could feel the slight chill settling within the remains of where her heart used to be.

Running through the gates surrounding her magnificent home, past the stunned guards. She ran to the only place that felt safe, familiar, comforting. Towards the study where her fathers scent still lingered even after his death years ago. Sesshoumaru who was looking over some documents jerked up in surprise, wondering what had happened. Collapsing in his arms sobs tore from her body, strangled, pained. Broken. Doing the only thing he could, he held her, close to him inhaling her lovely scent. Only to find her betrothed's scent, mingled with another youkai female’s scent and her salty tears.

Red began to bleed into his eyes, turning them a deep ferocious crimson. Snarling in his mind, he silently vowed to himself, ‘Hiei will pay for hurting what is mine.’ But not yet. Kagome needed him now. He was not about to fail her. Not now, not ever. He couldn’t, he loved her. Even if he never told her, even if she never knew. He loved her. He always would. Not a damn thing could change that. Stroking her dark blue-black locks from her face he assessed the physical damage done to her, probably accidentally self-inflicted. Hitting branches and such. Her fighting gi was torn beyond repair and she had a nasty gash on her waist, probably ran into a protruding plant of some kind.

But the only thing that truly had him worrying was not the physical wounds, but the emotional ones. Hiei being with another would’ve torn her heart into shreds. And looking into those beautiful blue-violet orbs Sesshoumaru finally realized just how deep he’d wounded her. Hiei, for all intent and purposes could’ve ripped her beating heart from her chest and killed her. It would’ve been just as effective. She’d still be dead. But at least in death, she could be free of the torment he had caused. Free of the heartache. Free of the broken, haunted look she wore in her eyes. Free.

But Sesshoumaru had no doubt in his mind. Not one. Kagome would recover, she would never be the same, no. But she’d recover, in time. Heartbreak, changes things, people so much. There was no telling what would happen in the future. Except that she would recover. She always did and will continue to do so. Her pride, dignity, honor, she would allow nothing less. But the damage had already been done. There was no repairing that.
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Kagome was curled up tightly in her sheets, trying desperately to block out the images from earlier. But they just kept coming, they wouldn’t stop. They were tormenting her, laughing at her pathetic weakness. And all she could do was sob as it replayed itself, over and over and over again.

Flashback

Kagome was happily skipping through the woods near her fortress humming a little tune under her breath. She was thinking about her betrothed, they were to be mated within two months. She couldn’t wait. At first she’d only consented to it because it was her fathers last wish, to see her mated off to Hiei, the infamous forbidden child. But as time passed, she’d fallen and fallen hard for the little koorime-apparition. But all was not well in paradise.

Hearing voices Kagome paused and quietly sneaked a peek behind the tree she was currently behind. Freezing up, she suddenly wished she’d never seen what she had. Hiei, her Hiei was with a woman, a woman that wasn’t her. Some type of flying youkai, a gorgeous flying youkai with violet eyes and dark raven colored hair. Two beautiful violet colored wings protruding from her back.

“Hiei, did you kill that pesky little girl yet?” Her voice was soft, cold.

“Hn. No.”

“Do it quickly, then we can take control of the Northern province.”

“I want the Shikon.” Hiei stated.

“You will have it Hiei, as soon as the girl is dead, you can take it from her. And we shall both reign supreme.” The youkai female chuckled darkly.

“I will strike tonight, while we are taking our moonlit walk. She will be ‘kidnapped’ and killed. I would’ve been knocked unconscious. Do not worry Kirai, she will die.” Hiei spoke quietly.

End of Flashback

She’d run after that. Sesshoumaru made all the necessary measures to keep Hiei away, even going so far as to tell him face to face that the mating was off and he was no longer welcome in the Northern or the Western lands. Sniffling she curled up into a tight ball and just cried. Never did she notice the sad eyes that watched her from a dark corner.

He broke her heart, her spirit, her life.

All it took was one mistimed appearance.

It was unforgivable. And irreparable.