Inuyasha: Set #1, Theme #12- Betrayal
Title: That Which We Can Count On
Theme: Inuyasha; Set #1 Theme #12- Betrayal
Genre: Angst
Characters: Inuyasha, (Kagome)
Word Count: 250
Rating: General
Warnings: The feedback I've gotten on this so far has been a lot of "Zomg, sad-ness and OOC-ness!!" Maybe so. However, I felt I should point out that, when from his point of view, if Inuyasha doesn't understand, we don't understand. It's all in perspective.
Summary: Betrayal is nothing more than a misunderstanding through one set of eyes.
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“He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.” -Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov
Inuyasha sat outside the village, head resting against the tree-trunk. His ears easily picked up on the faint sounds of feasting and laughter that came from the nearby village. Though it was stupid to think so, he imagined he could pick out the sounds of Kagome's laughter from among the others- her laughter was always the brightest, no matter where she was. Unless it was with him.
“Listen, Inuyasha...” her voice trailed off as she bit her lip. “The villagers aren't too comfortable with having a hanyou around on the night of the festival, but Sango really wanted to stay, and I thought that sleeping under a roof might be nice, and-”
He had cut her off with a curt nod, bounding off towards the trees, beyond the light of the fire's circle.
“Aren't comfortable”. He had known exactly what she was saying- Leave. You don't belong.
An image of Kagome came to mind, and he swatted it away, irritated. Hanyous don't belong with people. Hanyous don't belong anywhere except by themselves. They don't deserve to belong anywhere.
Hanyous don't belong with mikos.
Suddenly, he heard a soft set of footsteps, and he panicked, jumping so that he was well-hidden in the thick summer foliage. They stopped below his tree, taking in the sight of the clawed dirt and charred, cold kindling.
He didn't look down, holding his breath lest he make the least of sounds. Sighing, the figure below walked away, leaving him alone in the night.
Theme: Inuyasha; Set #1 Theme #12- Betrayal
Genre: Angst
Characters: Inuyasha, (Kagome)
Word Count: 250
Rating: General
Warnings: The feedback I've gotten on this so far has been a lot of "Zomg, sad-ness and OOC-ness!!" Maybe so. However, I felt I should point out that, when from his point of view, if Inuyasha doesn't understand, we don't understand. It's all in perspective.
Summary: Betrayal is nothing more than a misunderstanding through one set of eyes.
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“He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.” -Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov
Inuyasha sat outside the village, head resting against the tree-trunk. His ears easily picked up on the faint sounds of feasting and laughter that came from the nearby village. Though it was stupid to think so, he imagined he could pick out the sounds of Kagome's laughter from among the others- her laughter was always the brightest, no matter where she was. Unless it was with him.
“Listen, Inuyasha...” her voice trailed off as she bit her lip. “The villagers aren't too comfortable with having a hanyou around on the night of the festival, but Sango really wanted to stay, and I thought that sleeping under a roof might be nice, and-”
He had cut her off with a curt nod, bounding off towards the trees, beyond the light of the fire's circle.
“Aren't comfortable”. He had known exactly what she was saying- Leave. You don't belong.
An image of Kagome came to mind, and he swatted it away, irritated. Hanyous don't belong with people. Hanyous don't belong anywhere except by themselves. They don't deserve to belong anywhere.
Hanyous don't belong with mikos.
Suddenly, he heard a soft set of footsteps, and he panicked, jumping so that he was well-hidden in the thick summer foliage. They stopped below his tree, taking in the sight of the clawed dirt and charred, cold kindling.
He didn't look down, holding his breath lest he make the least of sounds. Sighing, the figure below walked away, leaving him alone in the night.