His Past, Her Present, Their Future by EmpyrealFantasy
Beggining
A/N: Hello out there. ^^ This will be my very first attempt at a fanfic, so you're gonna have to gimme a break. No, it won't be very canon, so I would like to stifle all bitching immediately. XD This will take place four and a half years or so after the beginning of the anime. Yes, I follow the manga, I know lots of stuff happens in there after the anime's end, but I am going by as if the world within my head happened in those years in between. Why? Because though my respect for Rumiko oozes from me, I still have my own thoughts when it comes to the story. Hers is great, but this will be mine. I will also make a reference or two to the 3rd movie, since that is the only one I count as having anything at all to do with the series.
Now, another note. This will be a Kagome/Sesshoumaru fic. *dodges flying objects* Honestly, until a month ago I thought this pairing was ludicrous. I still am a huuuuge Kag/Inu fan, and I doubt I will ever stop being so. But, I can't help but love the Kag/Sess pairing. After reading 'House of the Moon' by Resmiranda, I fell in love with it. The yin and yang of it, and my own desire to melt Sesshy's heart. *sigh* Because of that fic and a couple of others, I just couldn't resist loving the pairing.
Now, this will look rather cliché at first, and I can't promise that it won't continue to be so, but I will try my best to avoid that demise. Knowing me, I may even give up on this, honestly, because I have a terrible attention span. But, so long as anyone likes this fic other than me, I am likely to keep writing rather that just playing it out in my head. XD Sess is bound to be OOC a lot, but I promise, it is for a reason, reasons that will be explained. Bwahaha. Soooo without further adieu...
Disclaimer: What is it with everyone saying they want to own? I don't, I'm glad Takahashi-san owns and can write the story for me. God knows if left to me, it would be crap. XD Now, if I could make Sessy or Inu real...
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His Past, Her Present, Their Future
Chapter 1 - Beginning
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She remained laying on her pallet, letting the sounds of the world pass her by unnoticed. Her muscles screamed to be used after several weeks of inactivity, but her mind would not comply. Her eyes stayed closed despite her consciousness and the blackness consumed her very soul. She refused all thoughts to even dare to cross into her mind, for to do so would bring about her end.
"Why isn't she waking up?" a small voice asked, though the still seemingly unconscious woman did not hear.
"I don't know, Shippou. She is battling her own darkness right now, and until she can regain herself from that she is not going to awaken," the man responded, his nearly violet blue eyes looking down at the tear filled orbs of the kitsune he held in his arms.
"She will wake up though, won't she?"
"I can't say for sure."
Tears tracked silently down Shippou's face as she watched the deathly still form of his adopted mother. It had been almost four weeks since she had been found comatose on the ground of the woods, and she still had yet to even move. The aura of despair around her was so thick that the little fox demon could hardly breathe when he was near her, but yet his heart broke to be away from her.
He bounded from the hut in his sorrow and ran to Goshinboku, the god tree, the one place where his heart was at enough ease to let him think. The woman who had protected him for four years could possibly never wake up again. And they still had no clue what had done it in the first place...at least, they didn't have any proof. Shippou leaned his small head against the bark of the age-old tree, willing her to come back. They hadn't been able to find InuYasha either, not since that night. For a few days they just thought he had once again run off, as he had been prone to doing since Naraku's defeat. But after the first week, they had all silently decided that something was terribly, horribly wrong to have kept the hanyou away so long.
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It had been silent in the little grove of trees for too long. Shippou ached to know why everything at the battle field was so quiet all of a sudden. The battle had raged for several hours, and he, Rin, and Jaken had been forced to sit far within the forest. Jaken's constant berating of Rin wasn't helping anything, either.
"Stop sniveling you foolish ningen! Sesshoumaru-sama would never be defeated by a half-breed scum like Naraku!" he shrilled, his voice grating against the last of the children's nerves. With an exchanged glance as the toad youkai turned away, the two clasped hands and began to run, the barrier not effecting the ones it was left to protect.
"BAKA! Come back here you stupid children!" Jaken fumbled, falling flat on his face as his two young charges ran on ahead, "Oh why, oh why Sesshoumaru-sama would you leave me to be a mere babysitter?!"
When they reached the edge of the forest, they saw why all was silent. The battlegrounds were littered with bodies; youkai and human, male and female, friend and foe. They stood frozen in place as they tried to discern any movement amongst the throngs of bodies, but could find none.
"SESSHOUMARU-SAMA!!!" Rin screamed, her bare feet skittering across the mud as she raced to her Lord. He was easy to find, his white clothing like a beacon amongst the black blood coating the entire field. Shippou was about to follow her when his eyes laid on Kagome's. She pulled herself weakly to her hands and knees, the bright white of the Shikon no Tama glistening between her fingers.
"Kagome!' he squealed, mindless of what he stepped on as he flung himself at her. She laughed weakly, curling the little fox to her chest as she surveyed the battle field. It was a slaughter. For the life of her, she couldn't remember anything about what had happened. She remembered an irate InuYasha firing a Kongousouha at Naraku as the cackling madman dove at her, and she dimly recalled screaming out as she released a large amount of her energy at him, but nothing beyond that.
Then she saw them. Her body froze as she stared at the trio, willing her mind to move. But she could not. To think was to accept. To accept was... Her pulse quickened as she stared, numbed, broken, at her friends. One step. Then another. Then she was in a full out run, Shippou and the jewel forgotten in her arms as she flung herself onto them. She ran her fingers over the rough material of InuYasha's haori, before pounding her fists into his chest and screaming so loudly that she couldn't hear herself. To those who could it was a horrible sound, a keening, an unholy wail.
Shippou began to break through the shock as he stared at them, his head shaking involuntarily. Inuyasha's eyes remained open, the skin of his throat punctured through. The smell spoke of poison, so much and so concentrated that it would have only given him a minute or so to live, hanyou or not. Less than a foot away were Sango and Miroku; the taijiya laid across her loves chest, a sword embedded through her shoulder blades. Without humor, when Kagome would be able to move from her wailing, it would be noticed that Miroku's no longer cursed purple-tinged hand laid delicately across Sango's posterior. At least he had died happily.
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Shippou heard a call for dinner, and slowly dragged himself away from Goshinboku and back through the forest to Edo. All he could do was hope that Kagome would awaken soon, because the small kitsune had suffered enough pain and loss in the last several years. He couldn't stand anymore.