InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Alone With Her Love ❯ Alone with her Love ( Chapter 1 )

 

Warning: Very sad. Tear jerker. Get your tissues and be aware you may not like me or the ending afterwards. But, it's a rainy day, and it fits.

 

Alone With Her Love

 

Ella despidió a su amor
el partió en un barco en el muelle
de San Blas
El juró que volvería y empapada en llanto
ella juró que esperaría
miles de lunas de lunas pasaron
y siempre ella estaba en el muelle,

Esperando

She said good bye to her love,

He parted on a boat from St. Blas' wharf

He vowed to return, and she drenched in tears

She vowed to wait for him.

Thousands of thousands of moons passed,

And she always was on the wharf,

Waiting

 

They had sworn eternal love, and neither swore in vain. Souta was sure of it as he looked at his sister standing by the well. It had been over a year since the well had returned her to them. She was beaten, bruised, and could only say one thing: his name. He never answered.

It was bound to happen. They were slaves of two different worlds, of two different times. Their love was bound to be forbidden, but that didn't mean his sister had to accept it.

“Kagome,” Souta approached her quietly, “sis, it's your birthday.” He had grown a few inches during the past year. His voice was beginning to change, which made it awkward for him to be balancing from foot to foot while fiddling with the wrapped package behind his back. He looked up hopefully at her dull lifeless eyes as the rain pounded on the well house roof. It was dark and humid as the smell of wet soil invaded the small space.

“I got you something…” he began as he examined her in the low light. She was visibly thinner and paler. Getting her to eat was a struggle these days. He knew, since it had become his job to ensure she ate something during her endless vigil. Her hair had grown in tangles, no longer looking healthy or lively. It was a mangled heap of knots and grease matted to her head. Her mother tried to wash it regularly, but Kagome refused to leave the side of the well.

“He will come… I know he will,” the girl would say.

Her uniform was dirty and torn. Not even in the feudal era, where she was hunted down by demons, did her uniform see such suffering. She had attempted several times to cross to the other side, but the well refused. “The Shikon is complete,” her grandfather tried to explain one spring afternoon after her return. “You purified the jewel and freed the ancient miko. What you carry around your neck is a ball of glass; it can't send you back to him.”

“But he can come back to me!” Kagome had complained. “He didn't let me take off the subduing spell. That means he's bound to me!”

“But it was the jewel that opened the doorway, not the spell,” grandpa tried to reason, but she shook her head with quiet tears filling her eyes,

“He promised me…he promised me.”

“Kagome?” Souta tried again, momentarily bringing her back to him.

“Today is our anniversary,” she whispered in a voice hoarse from lack of use.

“I got you something… so that you don't forget there are people waiting for you on this side of the well.” He held up the box to her, but she remained silent. A few minutes passed until she turned towards him. Her eyes glazed in confusion as she struggled to recognize him and the package.

He pressed the box into her hand, “For you.”

She unwrapped the pink paper to reveal the small wooden box. She opened it up and smiled when it began to play. He would have liked that. It was simple, yet magical. A sad smile settled on her lips as she turned towards the well.

“Will you come in and have cake?” he asked hopefully.

She nodded, “As soon as he gets here.”

Muchastardes se anidaron
se anidaron en su pelo y en sus labios

Llevaba el mismo vestido
y por si el volviera no se fuera a equivocar
los cangrejos le mordían
sus ropajes, su tristeza y su ilusión
y el tiempo se escurrió
y sus ojos se le llenaron de amaneceres
y del mar se enamoró
y su cuerpo se enraizó en el muelle

Sola, sola, en el olvido
sola, sola con su espíritu
sola, sola con su amor el mar
sola, en el muelle de San Blas

Many afternoons moved in, moved into her hair and lips.

She wore the same dress,

in case he returned,

he wouldn't mistake her,

the crabs bit her clothes, sadness and dreams,

and time slid by

and her eyes filled with dawns

and with the sea she fell in love

and her body enrooted itself in the wharf.

 

Alone, alone, in oblivion

Alone, alone, with her soul,

Alone, alone with her love, the sea

Alone, on San Blas' wharf

 

Souta looked at the well house in sadness. Today was supposed to be a happy occasion. The sun was bright in the sky; the weather was warm, but not too hot, and he was getting married. It should be a day of happiness, not one tinged with regret. The well house needed another coat of paint, but they had been afraid she would get sick from the fumes. The roof had gotten a leak, but she wouldn't let them repair it, not if it meant her leaving the side of the well. Fifteen years had passed since Kagome had smiled last, and it broke Souta's heart.

How could he be happy when his sister suffered endlessly for the one that got away?

Over the years, they had tried everything to get her to rejoin the living, but all was in vain. She hadn't even left the well to attend grandpa's funeral. Souta wasn't sure if she understood that the old man had died. She was so buried in her memories and pain.

With a deep breath, the young man walked over to the well house. His tuxedo looked immaculate on his sturdy frame. Though his face remained boyish, he had developed a strong jaw line. The years had seen him grow handsome and sweet.

His mother was in the well house brushing Kagome's hair. She was thin from not eating. It had been years since she had last spoken, and her hair had grown beyond her waist. Her mother tried to keep it trimmed, but Kagome didn't like to be bothered. Over the years, they had tried everything to get her to leave her vigil, but all had been in vain.

Souta smiled at his mother. She still wore her hair short, even though a grey streak had grown in. Her face was filled with worry lines as it could not escape constant sadness. She returned his smile. “Is everything ready for today?” she asked. He nodded in return. “Kagome, your brother is getting married today…are you sure you won't come?”

The girl got on her knees, resting her hands and head on the well. Her mother mouthed Souta an apology before leaving the two alone. He examined his sister in the dim light of the well house. The uniform had been replaced with miko robes some years ago. It was surprisingly clean, considering she had not left the side of the well in a decade and a half. Her face was sullen, and her eyes were dull. Looking at the shell before him, Souta wondered what had happened to the lively girl that could see the brighter side of things.

“Kagome…I know you're hurting, but we're hurting too. We miss you; we need you.” He took a deep breath before kneeling by her side. “He wouldn't want you to do this.” Souta pressed. She turned her head away from him.

“Look at me!” he demanded. Turning her towards him, he grabbed the half-locket around her neck. He held up the heart shaped picture to her face and asked, “Can you see him letting you do this to yourself?”

She wrapped her thin bony fingers around the picture before pressing it against her chest. She closed her eyes as the tears fell freely.

“We miss you,” he said finally.

Su cabello se blanqueó
pero ningún barco a su amor le devolvía
y en el pueblo le decían
le decían la loca del muelle de San Blas
y una tarde de abril
la intentaron trasladar al manicomio
nadie la pudo arrancar
y del mar nunca jamás la separaron

Her hair became white,

but no boat returned her love,

and in town they called her,

the crazy woman of St. Blas' Wharf,

and on an April afternoon,

they tried to take her to an insane asylum,

no one was able to rip her away,

and from the sea, she was never separated.

“You know I'm right, Souta,” his wife pressed as the rain beat against the kitchen window. “We can't take care of her anymore.”

“You don't understand, Rin. She will die if she's separated from that well.”

“She's dying standing next to it!” she protested. “Be reasonable! She's been standing there forty years! The place has no heat or plumbing, and last time she got sick, I thought we were going to lose her! She needs professional care!”

“I can take care of her!” Souta protested.

“No you can't!”

“You don't understand! The well is the only thing she has left!”

“Then, she has nothing, because that well is going to kill her!” his wife retorted. “What are you going to do the next time she gets pneumonia? How will you force her to eat and take her medicine? How will you get a doctor to see her when she won't leave the damn well house?”

Souta ran a hand through his graying hair, which was the product of raising three overactive boys. He knew his wife was right, but he also knew the cure would kill Kagome.

“When will they pick her up?” he finally asked.

“They will be here in a few hours. It's a nice place. It came highly recommended,” she tried to soothe. Her husband nodded as he headed to the well house.

He didn't mind the rain as it soaked him because it reminded him of his mood. He had to tell her, or at least explain.

Kagome stood by the well, staring into the dark abyss. He wondered if she even remembered why she was there. It was hard for him to, sometimes. She remained thin and frail, though his wife tried to get her to eat. Her hair was braided nicely behind her. His daughter must have stopped by on her way to school. She always loved to play with her aunt's hair, mainly because the woman stayed still all the time. The miko robes were worn but clean: another tribute to his diligent wife. She had taken on the full care of Kagome, since his mother had died. Rin never protested or complained, and if she wanted to send Kagome away, it was only to ensure that his sister would be well taken care off.

“Hey sis,” he began quietly. “I got something to tell you that you're not going to like much.” He sat down next to her as she remained quiet, observing the well. “I love you. I hope you know that. That's what is making this so difficult.” He took her hand in his and was amazed by its roughness. “I have to send you away for a bit sis. You're not well, and the winter is hard, and I don't think you'll make it much longer in this crappy well house. I'm sending you to a nice place to spend the winter… and you'll be back here in the summertime.”

Souta watched her carefully for a reaction, but his sister remained lost in her memories. Had she heard him? He sighed and remained in silence with her until they came for her.

Rin led the strangers to the well house. The doctor was accompanied by two young attendants. They said they would get her out quietly if possible, but that the family needed to be ready for her resistance. Souta sighed as he gave up his place by his sister's side so that the pudgy doctor could take her hand.

Kagome seemed not to notice as the doctor pulled her away. Rin had often brought in a tin to bathe her, and she had successfully gotten the woman to move a few feet from the well, though no one had tried to get her out of the well house in years. The doctor smiled as he walked her out the well house with encouraging words. It had been easier than he expected, until the rain hit her face.

Instantly, she was brought out of her trance. Screaming she pushed passed the doctor and ran to her beloved well. Souta tried to stop her, but she knocked him to the ground just before jumping head first into the well.

Silence; the entire world stood still as the sound of breaking bones against hard soil echoed in the well house. Souta was the first to react. He screamed her name as he looked into the well…

Why did she have to find peace this way? Why had fate played such a harsh trick on her?

.

.

.

The rain fell hard as the police removed the body. Part of the well had to be destroyed in order to pull her out safely. Souta watched in disbelief as the black bag containing his sister was placed inside the ambulance. Forty years she had waited and wasted away, for nothing, for an illusion, for a dream. Had the same happened to Inu Yasha? Even demons do not live for ever.

“Hey,” an officer called from the well house. Souta turned to him, still a bit shaky. “We found more bones in here.”

“I'm not surprised. It's called the Bone's Eater's Well for a reason. They use to throw the bones of demons in there,” Souta replied as he walked back into the well house. He would most likely tear it down in the morning. He couldn't take the reminder.

“No, these remains look human,” the officer explained. Souta stood frozen at the sight of the bones in front of him. There wasn't much left of the owner, with the exception of small piece of red cloth and a worn heart-shaped locket. He was sure the picture had not survived.

“What should we do with him?” The officer asked as Souta leaned down to remove the locket from the skeletal fingers. Taking the half they had recovered from Kagome's body, he joined the two before placing the chain around his neck.

“Bury him next to my sister…she would have wanted that.”

Souta left the well house, never to return to it. He had his sons tear it down, so the grave for the two lovers could be placed there instead. Trying to ease their pain, he had a custom coffin made that the two lovers could share. They were finally together.

 

Sola, sola, en el olvido
sola, sola con su espíritu
sola, sola con su amor el mar
sola, en el muelle de San Blas

Sola, sola se quedó.

 

Alone, Alone in oblivion

Alone, Alone with her soul

Alone, Alone with her love the sea

Alone, on St. Blas' Wharf

Alone, she ended up alone.

 

****Special thanks to Frame of Mind for editing this short story and helping me with the title, even after she found out it didn't have a happy ending. Since she requested a happier more definite ending, I slightly altered it for her. Be thankful to her. The original ending was more open ended. Yes this is a sad song, so this has to be a sad story, and I warned you guys about it in the beginning!

****When I wrote this chapter, I was stuck on page fourteen of the next chapter on BM for how many weeks it's been since my last update. After I was done with this, I made it to page 21! I'm still going strong, though I'm considering splitting the chapter so it doesn't get to long…though with all the turns and twists and the current cliffhanger ending… I'm not sure you guys can handle it.

*****I'm starting a new job in a couple of weeks, which means I'm going to be very busy. I might not update in a while, just to let you know.

*****I would also like to thank my new beta team for BM. The wonderful volunteers that replied to my distress call, yoraeryu, prncesss85, brethlessm, Jessica, and of course Frame of Mind. With this great team, I should never be without a beta.