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I don't know, I was just inspired to write an Inuyasha fic right now, and since I'm listening to some real depressing songs, it is gonna be an angst ficcie! (As if you oculdn't already tell!)
Ok to start things off, I don't own Inuyasha, or anything affliated with it and since this is my first Inuyasha fic and I had an urge to write one at 2am, please don't kill me or flame me!
With that said, enjoy the fic!
Pairings: Inuyasha/Kagome, Kouga/Kagome
No One Hear's His Cry
What does it take
To keep our loving embrace
All it takes is a single instant
For it all to be erased...
At one point it may have helped him calm down and settle his nerves, but now it only served as a constant loss, the death of the sun, but he just couldn't see a rebirth.
Golden eyes flickered softly towards the shadowed ground below, seeking a familiar face underneath the owner's perch in a barren tree.
Inuyasha sighed softly, seeing nothing below that interested him. He was alone with his thoughts and the shadows. Frowning, he leapt from the confines of the tree to the ground softly, moving gracefully towards the bone-eaters well.
Could she still be... No, she wouldn't stay this mad at me, she has to have forgave me by now! He convinced himself within his mind as he unknowingly moved even quicker towards the well.
It was a common habit for them, they would get close one moment and then the next a firey spark of anger would ignite and sear out of control, causing the two to part ways in annoyance.
But this time she really lost her temper, telling him to his face that she hated him more than life itself, unknowingly ripping his heart to shreds. But his cold exterior refused to allow her access to this knowledge, so he remained impassive, angering her further and causing her to run off in fury, casting glares at whoever had the misfortune to cross her path as she made her way home.
Inuyasha let out another sigh, revealling his sharp canines as he stopped meters before the well, gazing around for the person, the one who wasn't supposed to be here. A familiar scent filled his senses, two actually, causing his golden eyes to widen in disbelief.
It can't be...
With a swift swish of his silver hair, he raced down through the forest, skillfully rushing past trees and outstretched branches and avoiding the possibility of cuts or scrapes to mark his creamy white skin. He stopped soon later at the edge of the mountain overlooking the lake that Kagome bathed in, gathering himself together and ducking low so that he wouldn't be seen. His eyes, if possible, went even wider as he looked at the two standing under the moonlight overlooking the lake. Kagome and...Kouga?
"I HATE HIM! I don't care if he wants to apologise, I want him out of my life for good!...Inuyasha, that...that CREEP!" Inuyasha's ears folded downwards slightly in sorrow at the words of the reincarnation of his first love Kikyo.
Kouga didn't seem fazed by the outburst, though he was too busy with Kagome to pick up the hanyou's scent. He smirked, narrowed azure eyes gazing at Kagome with a somewhat hungry look.
His hands snaked around Kagome's waist and pulled her close to his chest, noting the growing blush staining her cheeks. "You don't have to worry about that pathetic puppy anymore Kagome, because now you've got me, "
So caught was she in his spell binding gaze that she barely registered her chin being tilted up and soft, yet demanding lips pressing against her own. A final thought passed through Kagome's mind as she kissed him back. Is this what I really want?
Inuyasha however had made that decision himself, standing up to his full height, uncaring if he was seen, and leaving, like a ghost that was never truely there.
His eyes, vivid golden orbs were now haunted, broken and shadowed by the soft silver locks of hair that refused to stay in place. But he didn't care about that, they were insignificant now, all that mattered was nursing his broken heart.
Dragging himself through the forest, he stopped suddenly, feeling his head tilt slowly upwards to stare at his surroundings. He would have gasped had he not been wound up in the sorrow of losing Kagome to Kouga. A slender hand reached up and trailed the bark of the tree, running his fingers through the small indents of arrows on it.
Was it just conincedience, or fate he had wound up here, before this tree, through both of his betrayals? He could certainly see the ironic twist in the gesture...
Turning around, he slid down the bark and landed on the ground with a soft thud. A stray hand reached to his side, fingering the hilt of the infamous Tetsusaiga at his side. The great sword forged from his father's fang, many sought it's power, yet only he could truely use it. Did it perhaps hold one more purpose in this lifetime?
"The world would be much better without me around to spoil it, Kagome would be safer with Kouga and I'm not needed for anything else, so why bother..." Fuelled by these thoughts, the rusted blade glowed and extended into a much more grand sword.
His wrist twisted slightly to look at it properly, much like the gaze a young child would hold when looking at a new and strange gift, though this gift wasn't going to be as special as it was in an innocent's eyes.
Inuyasha's eyes narrowed in confusion as he stared at the sword, was the Tetsusaiga...frowning? Was it his father trying to convince him not to do this? Shaking his head from such foolish thoughts, his feature's grew hard once more as stood up, twisting the sword around and plunging it through his heart.
Gasping slightly he let his blood stained hands drop from the hilt, allowing the sword impaled in the wooden bark to support his weight...
I died here once, but was taken from my rest, now, perhaps, I can finally be at peace...
His demon half proved to be resistent but he knew it would only be a matter of time, taking his remaining moments he gazed up at the moon, the glorious mother guarding her starlit children, giving them the encouragement they needed to shine.
A small smile broke through his pained feature's, though it was one of both joy and greif, one of a happily dying man. Maybe, somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted someone to come along and save him from his fate.
There was still time it could still be done, he could still be saved. Letting out one last, heart wrenching scream he released all of his pain in this cry... but he was still alone. No Sango. No Miroku. No Shippou. No Kikyo. No...Kagome...
His eyes grew cold, the last shred of belief he held that they still cared had left him, they could hear it but they didn't come, their forms didn't approach the youthful boy, their scents just remained drifting in the same place.
And even in death, the beautiful, misunderstood hanyou, didn't cry, no tears fell and still, no one could hear his final cry...
Or maybe, they just didn't care...
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