My Only Friend Pt 2
He came back to the village on whim, really the only reason was the child he remembered-his only friend. When he entered the outskirts, it was clear there was a funeral ceremony taking the attention of most people within.
The still very childish hanyou nosed his way into the crowd, trying to catch a whiff of someone he might know.
He was here. Inuyasha’s ears perked as he sniffed, drawing attention to himself from the quickly panicking crowd. He was here, though he smelled different, but that was expected. He could very well be married by now, and her scent altering his. They were the same age. But as he neared the source, the trail of the boy’s scent mixed too strongly with that of the dead human they were mourning.
The body was of an old man he did not recognize by sight, but remembered well. Inuyasha truly hadn’t realized how time had slowed for him until he saw his only friend bundled atop a pit to be burned with hard lines of age etched into his face. He could faintly smell traces of his scent lingering near a modest family group which stood to the right of the body. His friend had children who looked older than him, and grandchildren he could have courted.
Not that anyone in this village would ever want him to. He growled under his breath as he saw some humans rushing for weapons, and he took off before anyone could be injured.
He found himself back in the woods. He vaguely wondered if it had started raining when he felt a few small drops land on his folded arms, darkening his fire rat robes. It wasn’t until he heard his own voice break into quiet sobs that he knew it wasn’t rain.