Flight Interrupted
Sep. 18th, 2010 05:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pc32_ficsYou take to the sky, dodging the pitiful attempts to snare you, the son of a powerful youkai; a hanyou hated by human and youkai alike, you’ve survived countless attempts to end your life.
This will be no different.
Except it is. This will be your last escape as a hanyou. Clutched in your hand is the Shikon no Tama.
That wench thought she was so smart – tricking you with kindness, leading you to believe that she could want to live by your side…
Only to turn on you – like your mother’s family, like your elder brother. She’s just one in a long line; you shouldn’t be surprised or upset.
And yet you are. You are a fool.
“InuYasha!”
No! The tree line is so close! Once in the forest you’re home free; the pathetic humans can do nothing without a trail to follow.
Your ear twitches; the twang of a bowstring echoes. You turn to the sound, have to judge the distance, and can’t help but flinch as it flies closer. It glows a bright pink and you know you’re going to die; there’s nothing you can do.
It slams into your chest and burns.
You’re not dead, not ash, not yet… and you wonder not for the first time, ‘Why?’
You were going to give up everything – your strength, your speed, your senses – for her, and she deceived you.
“Ki-Kikyou… you bitch. How dare you…”
The pain from the arrow, from her betrayal, is smothered by soothing darkness.
This will be no different.
Except it is. This will be your last escape as a hanyou. Clutched in your hand is the Shikon no Tama.
That wench thought she was so smart – tricking you with kindness, leading you to believe that she could want to live by your side…
Only to turn on you – like your mother’s family, like your elder brother. She’s just one in a long line; you shouldn’t be surprised or upset.
And yet you are. You are a fool.
“InuYasha!”
No! The tree line is so close! Once in the forest you’re home free; the pathetic humans can do nothing without a trail to follow.
Your ear twitches; the twang of a bowstring echoes. You turn to the sound, have to judge the distance, and can’t help but flinch as it flies closer. It glows a bright pink and you know you’re going to die; there’s nothing you can do.
It slams into your chest and burns.
You’re not dead, not ash, not yet… and you wonder not for the first time, ‘Why?’
You were going to give up everything – your strength, your speed, your senses – for her, and she deceived you.
“Ki-Kikyou… you bitch. How dare you…”
The pain from the arrow, from her betrayal, is smothered by soothing darkness.
