InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Hearts and Crushed Dreams ❯ Rain, Thunder, and Lightening ( Chapter 8 )

~Chapter Eight~

.:Rain, Thunder, and Lightening:.

 

After a few, long minutes, Inuyasha managed to regain some sense of control of his emotions and decided he should head back to the village.

He stood, brushed off his clothes, and jumped to the top of the well with ease. The sight he saw could have driven any normal human to complete insanity. Standing before him was about fifty villagers, all staring with curious eyes. He stood there sizing them all up, wondering how long it would take to mow them all down.

It's none of their damn business…

What the hell are they all looking at? Haven't they ever been in arguments before?

Do they even know what I'm capable of!?

Inuyasha couldn't handle this anymore. He took off as fast as he could towards the forest. The sun had risen and the day was beginning whether he was ready for it or not.

I have to get away from them… this place… everything…

His legs moved as fast as they could, his heart rate escalated, and his breathing became jagged. He ran until he was so exhausted he couldn't continue. He didn't know where he was or how long he had been running; it must have been hours. The sun was high in the blue sky but the tree branches obstructed most of it from view.

He was in a small clearing surrounded by trees; he could hear running water, meaning a stream must be nearby. He stopped, his knees felt weak and he let them collapse beneath him into a pile of pine needles that covered the ground in sheets. He sat there, head down, staring at a worm trying to dig into the obviously solid ground. He thought of how it reminded him of his struggle to catch Kagome in the well; feeling so close but unable to overcome nature and instinct.

Kagome had plenty a reason to react that way.

I should have told her…

Silence enveloped his mind once again; drifting off to thoughts and memories of Kagome, happy and sad but still meaningful. They showed all the reasons why kagome had become like a part of him.

He could never forget her, no matter how hard he tried to. He loved her scent; like an ocean breeze and aloe. He had never smelled anything like her, her beauty was almost beyond compare; her heart and her soul. Everything about her screamed innocence, but she had been through and seen so much evil that most everyone would have become hard by now, but not Kagome. She always saw the best in people; she was always a good judge of character.

What am I doing? So, now I'm referring to her in past tense? She's from the future, for Kami's sake!

I could wait five hundred years to see her again… that won't work… its useless…

He heard a shuffling sound in front of him but he was too lost in his memories and thoughts to even care.

Inuyasha's mind wandered to the time when Kagome had forced him to open his red kimono and let her treat the wounds he knew were not there. That had been so long ago… so much had changed, when he looked down and saw black feet.

Black feet? No…shoes.

Someone was standing right in front of him. He looked up to see his brother's amber eyes looking at him with every blink stripping away Inuyasha's pride.

 

 

Sesshomaru stared at the hanyou. He had always been ashamed to call him his brother. He drew his sword, Tokijin. Inuyasha showed no reaction to the movement, he kept staring at his brother.

“Inuyasha, are you so weak you cannot even try to slow your own demise?”

Inuyasha stared blankly back up at Sesshomaru.

 

 

Sesshomaru was a pompous, aristocratic youkai who was ashamed to share the same father as Inuyasha. Inuyasha couldn't remember a time when Sesshomaru hadn't hated him. It was because of what was in his blood. He believed that his mother had tainted his blood and body because she had been human, making Inuyasha a hanyou.

What does it matter now? Kagome's gone… I have no reason to-

Inuyasha was quickly drawn out of his thoughts of helplessness by Sesshomaru's sharp blade. His brother had plunged Tokijin into Inuyasha's left shoulder. Blood gushed from the appending wound and made rivulets streaming down his arm. Sesshomaru twisted Tokijin to the side, shooting unbearable pain through Inuyasha's shoulder. Sesshomaru jerked the sword out of the huge wound to observe his brother's reactions.

Reflexes kicked in and immediately, Inuyasha was on his feet, Tetsusaiga in hand, blood still pouring down his arm. They were both aware of their surroundings; a forest was nearly impossible to fight in because of all the trees. Inuyasha noticed the forest had completely gone silent; the birds were no longer singing, even the wind stopped moving through the trees. Sesshomaru had the upper hand; Inuyasha being emotionally distraught and physically wounded.

“You bastard,” he growled, tightening his grip on the Tetsusaiga.

“Ah,” Sesshomaru raised a thin, dark eyebrow, “so there is some brain activity in that thick head of yours.”

With that remark Inuyasha had had it. For all the times he had gotten in his way, for all the times he had made his life a little harder to live, for all his condescending tone and all his snide remarks, Inuyasha lunged at Sesshomaru, firing attack after attack at him, missing every time.

At this point, the sky started getting darker. The shade had so quickly changed from blue to an ominous grey filled with large clouds and rolling thunder. Lightening bolts shot through the forest causing small creatures to scatter for safety. Huge droplets of rain started to pelt Inuyasha and Sesshomaru. Within several moments their clothes and hair stuck to their skin.

Sesshomaru then pointed Tokijin at Inuyasha's chest and sent an enormous flare of blue energy at him. The blast hit Inuyasha square in the gut, causing him to go flying. Inuyasha hit a huge tree and sent it sprawling to the ground behind him and flattening everything below it.

Sesshomaru sheathed his sword and sloshed through mud and slime towards a weak and badly damaged Inuyasha, keeping eye contact all the while. He glared at the hanyou condescendingly, “I shall take my leave. You have failed to amuse me in your feeble attempt to fight me. The blood of powerful youkai flows through your veins, yet you allow human emotions get in the way, letting it impair your judgments and make you weaker than you already are. You give up too easily; you are no longer worthy of my time.”

Sesshomaru then turned and stalked into the brush nearby. Inuyasha watched his retreating form until it was no longer in view. Sesshomaru's words had struck close to home.

I do give up too easily…

I've got to find a way…

Inuyasha sat in the grass, in the same spot, covered in blood, soaked to the bone, and completely and utterly alone.