Title: Reflections
Another one-shot for you pathetic folks who read my LJ.... Hahahahahahahahahaha!!
Crap, accidentally undid caps lock... clever little demon, ain' I?
InuYasha stares at the water that laughs and bubbles gladly as it rushes along. Doesn't it know that this is a time for weeping? He stares, childlike as he never truly was, with detached fascination at reflection blood seeping down his face, one eye almost gauged out. One finger, claw hanging, reaches unconsciously for the man in the reflection, to touch his face. InuYasha stares, his eyes round and doll-like, as the current flows around his fingers. A dim notion appears in his mind of still water, of ripples breaking apart his face.
He can't be broken any more than he has been.
A face appears in the water next to his. He starts, frightened by a face made monstrous by blood and the hollow runnels of tears. Sanity is slow to come, recognition harder. He does not look away from the water as black hair, torn and dirty, waves in a foggy aereole around the stricken face.
"InuYasha?" asks the person, soft and hoarse, voice torn from screams and sobs and pain.
Thought stirs in InuYasha's mind, so recently vacant. "Kikyo," he whispers, as a childhood stares at him at the reflection wavering over stones scattered on the riverbed.
He knew someone who was carried away.
"Dead, InuYasha," says the person, her voice choked with the guilt of blood and once resentment. "Her soul was woven into the Jewel, and shattered with it. When it was put back together... she went into it."
InuYasha watches the rocks, smooth with time. The person's reflection flickers over them, morphing and changing into someone so different and yet the same. InuYasha picks up the rock, turns the shimmering blackness over in his fingers. He grips too tightly- the stone shatters and InuYasha lets it drop into the water. The fragments look at him like the bleak souls of dragonflies before being swept away by the tide.
Dry sobs sound behind him. "I'm sorry, InuYasha," the person sobs, collapsing and leaning forward on his back. Startled, he almost makes as if to shake her off, than holds still, stiff and blank. He stays still, letting her gather soft folds of fabric and bury her face in them. The dark hair tumbles forward onto his back, twining in lazy circles with white.
InuYasha dips his finger in the water hazily, letting the water caress it with cold numbness. He pulls it back and forth in the water, staring at the tiny whirlpools the currents make as they collide, and golden sands are pulled into the vacuum.
"Miroku," he says idly, even lazily, tasting the word.
"Pulled into the kazaana.. Taking Kanna and Byakuya with him...."
Names are meaningless to InuYasha. His stirring fingers have unearthed a small skeleton of a fish. Bones ran through the water, the ripples of running water seeming to bend them.
"Sango.."
"She and Kohaku died together, InuYasha." Her body suddenly shook, and she half fell over, gasping in pain. "A wound.."
InuYasha looks at her as vague memories swim in his mind. Unconsciously, his fingers reached out and gently traced the person's face thoughtfully. He traces her eyebrows, followed her cheekbone and runs his fingers along her jaw and lips, then inquisitively, casually, kisses Kagome as the healer dies of something she cannot heal.
Inuyasha lifts Kagome's body, looking at her pallid and blood-covered face, and he had never seen her more beautiful. "Goodbye," he whispers, his face smooth and emotionless. He lets her body fall into the creek, where fishes, bright scales shining, dance amid her dark hair.
Very rough draft.
Crap, accidentally undid caps lock... clever little demon, ain' I?
InuYasha stares at the water that laughs and bubbles gladly as it rushes along. Doesn't it know that this is a time for weeping? He stares, childlike as he never truly was, with detached fascination at reflection blood seeping down his face, one eye almost gauged out. One finger, claw hanging, reaches unconsciously for the man in the reflection, to touch his face. InuYasha stares, his eyes round and doll-like, as the current flows around his fingers. A dim notion appears in his mind of still water, of ripples breaking apart his face.
He can't be broken any more than he has been.
A face appears in the water next to his. He starts, frightened by a face made monstrous by blood and the hollow runnels of tears. Sanity is slow to come, recognition harder. He does not look away from the water as black hair, torn and dirty, waves in a foggy aereole around the stricken face.
"InuYasha?" asks the person, soft and hoarse, voice torn from screams and sobs and pain.
Thought stirs in InuYasha's mind, so recently vacant. "Kikyo," he whispers, as a childhood stares at him at the reflection wavering over stones scattered on the riverbed.
He knew someone who was carried away.
"Dead, InuYasha," says the person, her voice choked with the guilt of blood and once resentment. "Her soul was woven into the Jewel, and shattered with it. When it was put back together... she went into it."
InuYasha watches the rocks, smooth with time. The person's reflection flickers over them, morphing and changing into someone so different and yet the same. InuYasha picks up the rock, turns the shimmering blackness over in his fingers. He grips too tightly- the stone shatters and InuYasha lets it drop into the water. The fragments look at him like the bleak souls of dragonflies before being swept away by the tide.
Dry sobs sound behind him. "I'm sorry, InuYasha," the person sobs, collapsing and leaning forward on his back. Startled, he almost makes as if to shake her off, than holds still, stiff and blank. He stays still, letting her gather soft folds of fabric and bury her face in them. The dark hair tumbles forward onto his back, twining in lazy circles with white.
InuYasha dips his finger in the water hazily, letting the water caress it with cold numbness. He pulls it back and forth in the water, staring at the tiny whirlpools the currents make as they collide, and golden sands are pulled into the vacuum.
"Miroku," he says idly, even lazily, tasting the word.
"Pulled into the kazaana.. Taking Kanna and Byakuya with him...."
Names are meaningless to InuYasha. His stirring fingers have unearthed a small skeleton of a fish. Bones ran through the water, the ripples of running water seeming to bend them.
"Sango.."
"She and Kohaku died together, InuYasha." Her body suddenly shook, and she half fell over, gasping in pain. "A wound.."
InuYasha looks at her as vague memories swim in his mind. Unconsciously, his fingers reached out and gently traced the person's face thoughtfully. He traces her eyebrows, followed her cheekbone and runs his fingers along her jaw and lips, then inquisitively, casually, kisses Kagome as the healer dies of something she cannot heal.
Inuyasha lifts Kagome's body, looking at her pallid and blood-covered face, and he had never seen her more beautiful. "Goodbye," he whispers, his face smooth and emotionless. He lets her body fall into the creek, where fishes, bright scales shining, dance amid her dark hair.
Very rough draft.