A Tragic Time :: Week 36 Prompt Alt. Pairing
Title: A Tragic Time
Community: iy_wiltedrose
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance
Characters/Pairings: Kikyou/Inu no Taisho
Warnings: Smut/light lemon (not in this post, only if you follow the link), tragedy.
Summary: Time traveling for Kikyou leads to a tricky situation....
Hurt was foretold to the maiden burdened with diligent duties, “he will be the death of you,” so many had whispered to her over the shifting seasons that she lingered closer and closer to the inu-hanyou that had in an off sort of way enchanted her. Their words rang through her mind constantly in a hush, when he was around, when he was always, and when she fought to protect the shikon no tama.
Did he wish for it? Was that his goal, the shikon no tama? Not her, not her affections, not her touch?
Yet he was there, by her side, and appeared so vulnerable as if he had similar worries waging its way through his mind about her.
He will be the death of you… somehow; it resonated deep within her, as if her soul was warning her just like those around her.
But, those around her were prejudice, those around her could not understand what she saw in a hanyou-they didn’t know anything. Not her. Not him.
But then their words came true in a blood bath. Claws threw her shoulder; a smirking hanyou with a greedy glare as he stabbed her threw the heart with cold words, confirming her worst suspicions. If her mind was not so baffled, her heart so broke, her wound so throbbing, perhaps she would have seen through the sinister scene instead of following through to pierce the man she might have forever loved through the chest to pin him to a tree.
He was the death of her but she could not be the same for him-regardless. A sleeping spell was all she could do, though the scream in the back of her head begged to differ.
The weakest of breath left her lips as she staggered over to pick up the shikon no tama, the epitome of all her misery, with wavering russet orbs she stared at the jewel in her frail fingers. If only she had never been bestowed with the duty to guard it, if only she had never met the golden-eyed cruel hanyou, if only she was not about to die, if only… she had lived a different life.
She did not say it aloud, how was she to know the jewel would still grand her wish?
“Onee-sama!” her adored younger sister cry out as she rushed towards her collapsing figure.
Everything faded to black…
[…x…]
A gentle frigid breeze brushed against her brunet bangs so they could kiss her forehead, a muffled moan let her thin lips before she managed to pry open her lids to look about.
What had happened?
The memories rushed back to her in waves-an evil smirk, blood stained claws grasping the slowly tainted shikon, crimson streams, an arrow to a red robed chest.
She died.
But then, how was it that there was no ache in her shoulder? No pang to course through her as she pushed off the ground to look about at the forest she knew so well but it was different, smaller.
Onee-sama chimed in her mind as she glanced around to locate the sister that had screamed for her but found nothing instead.
Was this how death was?
With reluctance she found her way to her feeble feet to wander towards were her village once was, yet no longer stood. Merely a field, no sign that life had ever once thrived upon it.
What had happened?
Her hands ventured over her body, warmth, and scar less skin…
Then she blinked away the bafflement to stroll back to where she had arose, yet no inu-hanyou could be seen pinned to the Goshinboku tree but another aspect about it was wrong-it was thinner, petit even.
How could that be?
Confusion waved through her as she began her aimless journey for answers, through the field that was once a village, through the land that was once filled with youkai now held a chilling calm. By nightfall she found a place to lie and try to sleep the best she could with a mind that refused to cease.
Betrayal, ache, bloody claws, a fanged smirk, hurtful words all haunted her dreams.
An abrupt breath brought her back to life as she snapped up; she was mystified by the sight. She wasn’t being chased by the inu-hanyou she thought held affections for her? No… she shut her eyes as she let her rigid body relax, it was just a dream-nightmare.
Love was cruel, the twinge that lingered from it was worse. Once she was told that love made life worth living, to her, life was better without it. Before him her mission was simple, her desires were meek, after him, she questioned everything, she decided to give up her life for him only… to be deceived.
Screams caught her attention, to run and save the creature was embedded in her being even without her precious bow and arrows so she sped towards it only to stop on the hill top and watch as a massive, yet almost elegantly moving, inu youkai tearing threw a horde of small, insignificant youkais.
She stood there, in awe, the first sign of life she had seen was torn apart in front of her before the inu youkai landed in the center of it all to glow a blue illumination as it miniaturized to its human form.
He took her breath away-none had ever instantly affected her like him but that was the purpose of youkais human form, was it not?
Long tresses of silver, golden orbs-to remind her of him-violet strips on his firm cheeks, a crescent moon on his forehead and ancient amour over his graceful kimono-a man as handsome as could be.
As if he knew, his golden glare glanced up to lock upon her with heart-stopping intensity. Perhaps he saw her as no threat, for his gaze softened and turned away before he left.
Who was that?
[…x…]
All was different once she finally reached a village, everything was… older. Her methods of healing were far more advanced than the local healer; eagerly they requested she became their miko, without anywhere to go so had agreed.
Had the shikon no tama granted her wish only to make her whole world vanish? If not for Kaede, she might not have cared, but forever there would be another ache in her heart to mourn for that lost, to beat along with the twinge that twisted each time she wandered what had become to the inu-hanyou who had betrayed her.
Betrayal…
Days shifted on, nights faded away, starry skies, full moon to bleak veils.
Not one sight of the youkai that enchanted her in a way never before-but, why did she hope so?
“Why is it so quite, why no youkai attacks?” She once inquired as she picked some herbs, or was that how it should be in normal village not burden with the task to protect an annoying jewel?
“Inu no Taisho,” her companion answered, “he is the lord of the land and keeps everything in order.”
“But he is a youkai?”
“He is,” she nodded with a sly smile, “but the handsomest one I have ever laid eyes.”
To that, she ignored her to carry on with the task at hand. Never again would she falter and give her heart to another, youkai, human, hanyou-it did not matter. That pain she would never experience again.
It was her resolve.
[…x…]
A/N: The remainder of this one-shot is posted on fanfiction.net here.
Community: iy_wiltedrose
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance
Characters/Pairings: Kikyou/Inu no Taisho
Warnings: Smut/light lemon (not in this post, only if you follow the link), tragedy.
Summary: Time traveling for Kikyou leads to a tricky situation....
Hurt was foretold to the maiden burdened with diligent duties, “he will be the death of you,” so many had whispered to her over the shifting seasons that she lingered closer and closer to the inu-hanyou that had in an off sort of way enchanted her. Their words rang through her mind constantly in a hush, when he was around, when he was always, and when she fought to protect the shikon no tama.
Did he wish for it? Was that his goal, the shikon no tama? Not her, not her affections, not her touch?
Yet he was there, by her side, and appeared so vulnerable as if he had similar worries waging its way through his mind about her.
He will be the death of you… somehow; it resonated deep within her, as if her soul was warning her just like those around her.
But, those around her were prejudice, those around her could not understand what she saw in a hanyou-they didn’t know anything. Not her. Not him.
But then their words came true in a blood bath. Claws threw her shoulder; a smirking hanyou with a greedy glare as he stabbed her threw the heart with cold words, confirming her worst suspicions. If her mind was not so baffled, her heart so broke, her wound so throbbing, perhaps she would have seen through the sinister scene instead of following through to pierce the man she might have forever loved through the chest to pin him to a tree.
He was the death of her but she could not be the same for him-regardless. A sleeping spell was all she could do, though the scream in the back of her head begged to differ.
The weakest of breath left her lips as she staggered over to pick up the shikon no tama, the epitome of all her misery, with wavering russet orbs she stared at the jewel in her frail fingers. If only she had never been bestowed with the duty to guard it, if only she had never met the golden-eyed cruel hanyou, if only she was not about to die, if only… she had lived a different life.
She did not say it aloud, how was she to know the jewel would still grand her wish?
“Onee-sama!” her adored younger sister cry out as she rushed towards her collapsing figure.
Everything faded to black…
[…x…]
A gentle frigid breeze brushed against her brunet bangs so they could kiss her forehead, a muffled moan let her thin lips before she managed to pry open her lids to look about.
What had happened?
The memories rushed back to her in waves-an evil smirk, blood stained claws grasping the slowly tainted shikon, crimson streams, an arrow to a red robed chest.
She died.
But then, how was it that there was no ache in her shoulder? No pang to course through her as she pushed off the ground to look about at the forest she knew so well but it was different, smaller.
Onee-sama chimed in her mind as she glanced around to locate the sister that had screamed for her but found nothing instead.
Was this how death was?
With reluctance she found her way to her feeble feet to wander towards were her village once was, yet no longer stood. Merely a field, no sign that life had ever once thrived upon it.
What had happened?
Her hands ventured over her body, warmth, and scar less skin…
Then she blinked away the bafflement to stroll back to where she had arose, yet no inu-hanyou could be seen pinned to the Goshinboku tree but another aspect about it was wrong-it was thinner, petit even.
How could that be?
Confusion waved through her as she began her aimless journey for answers, through the field that was once a village, through the land that was once filled with youkai now held a chilling calm. By nightfall she found a place to lie and try to sleep the best she could with a mind that refused to cease.
Betrayal, ache, bloody claws, a fanged smirk, hurtful words all haunted her dreams.
An abrupt breath brought her back to life as she snapped up; she was mystified by the sight. She wasn’t being chased by the inu-hanyou she thought held affections for her? No… she shut her eyes as she let her rigid body relax, it was just a dream-nightmare.
Love was cruel, the twinge that lingered from it was worse. Once she was told that love made life worth living, to her, life was better without it. Before him her mission was simple, her desires were meek, after him, she questioned everything, she decided to give up her life for him only… to be deceived.
Screams caught her attention, to run and save the creature was embedded in her being even without her precious bow and arrows so she sped towards it only to stop on the hill top and watch as a massive, yet almost elegantly moving, inu youkai tearing threw a horde of small, insignificant youkais.
She stood there, in awe, the first sign of life she had seen was torn apart in front of her before the inu youkai landed in the center of it all to glow a blue illumination as it miniaturized to its human form.
He took her breath away-none had ever instantly affected her like him but that was the purpose of youkais human form, was it not?
Long tresses of silver, golden orbs-to remind her of him-violet strips on his firm cheeks, a crescent moon on his forehead and ancient amour over his graceful kimono-a man as handsome as could be.
As if he knew, his golden glare glanced up to lock upon her with heart-stopping intensity. Perhaps he saw her as no threat, for his gaze softened and turned away before he left.
Who was that?
[…x…]
All was different once she finally reached a village, everything was… older. Her methods of healing were far more advanced than the local healer; eagerly they requested she became their miko, without anywhere to go so had agreed.
Had the shikon no tama granted her wish only to make her whole world vanish? If not for Kaede, she might not have cared, but forever there would be another ache in her heart to mourn for that lost, to beat along with the twinge that twisted each time she wandered what had become to the inu-hanyou who had betrayed her.
Betrayal…
Days shifted on, nights faded away, starry skies, full moon to bleak veils.
Not one sight of the youkai that enchanted her in a way never before-but, why did she hope so?
“Why is it so quite, why no youkai attacks?” She once inquired as she picked some herbs, or was that how it should be in normal village not burden with the task to protect an annoying jewel?
“Inu no Taisho,” her companion answered, “he is the lord of the land and keeps everything in order.”
“But he is a youkai?”
“He is,” she nodded with a sly smile, “but the handsomest one I have ever laid eyes.”
To that, she ignored her to carry on with the task at hand. Never again would she falter and give her heart to another, youkai, human, hanyou-it did not matter. That pain she would never experience again.
It was her resolve.
[…x…]
A/N: The remainder of this one-shot is posted on fanfiction.net here.