The Messenger
Rainbow
By: Rachynn
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Note: The two 'people' who appear in the first half of the chapter are the original creations of myself.
"THEY tell us it is not our fault, bit really it is, because there is no one else to blame right?!"
"You are overreacting"
"I am not overreacting! How can you just sit there when you know this is going to happen sometime soon?"
"I bent my knees and positioned myself at such an angle so that when I lowered my bottom half, I made contact with the cushion of the chair and found myself in a seated position."
"…"
"You are infuriating sometimes. You realize this right?"
"I try my best."
She kneeled in front of him and placed the palms of her hands on the tops of his knees. With pleading eyes she stared up at him.
"Please be serious, just this once."
"…"
"I am being serious. It is our fault. However, there is no way to stop the outcome of our actions. There is nothing we can do, so stop getting worked up." Pause. "There is no point"
"Jerk."
"You know I am right."
"So, the biggest catashtrophe we have ever faced is coming upon us and you do not even care."
"I care. I am just not getting worked up over it."
"So we are supposed to sit back and watch other people suffer for our mistakes?" The grip on his knees tightened.
"It would seem so." He ran a hand through her hair to try and calm her down. The grip loosened and eventually she rested her hand on his leg, her hands moving to wrap around his calves like they were an anchor.
"But I like her." She said sleepily.
He didn't say anything; just let her fall into a daze. She was so out of hand lately. Besides, what could they do now? It wasn't like they could simply unmake the problem and let life go on as usual. No, that was a solution too simple.
He shrugged. He could think about it later. He did have eternity.
The blankets felt like chains to him as he tossed and turned in bed. A layer of cold sweat covered his brow and dampened his hair. His nightmares were so vivid they seemed real.
When he finally pulled himself from the dreamscape the smell of burning wood and flesh still lingered in his nose. With a groan he peeled the sweat-soaked blankets from his limbs, loosened the vice-like grip he had on Sir. Fluffsalot, his stuffed dog and stumbled out of bed. The nightmares had suddenly got worse about two and a half weeks ago and had remained a nightly harassment ever since.
He used to have the same horrifying dreams as a boy, but early on into his teenage years, they stopped and he finally had a few years of peaceful rest. It was always the same. He saw, heard and smelt fire all around him. There were people screaming in pain and in fear and the sound was coming from all directions, but there was always one voice that stood out amongst the rest.
"Inuyasha! Inuyasha!" The feminine voice would call to him, and plead with him to come find her and save her. However, no matter how much she screamed, or how much anyone else shouted, he never saw anyone.
There were no people in his dreams. He would move through the flames unscathed and find no one. Their eerie voices followed him as he went.
In the end, the darkness came for him and tried to drown him, suffocate him until he screamed himself hoarse. That was when he usually pulled himself from the chaos.
Inuyasha stared at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. Dark circles painted the area under his eyes. His black hair, which he insisted on keeping cut long, was tangled in knots and pieces stuck out at unnatural angles.
"I need more sleep." He told himself, but he knew that it was useless. Every time he tried to sleep that dream came back to haunt him.
His brother had died, the crazy bitch in the alley on the way home had been right. He had tried to go to the funeral, but left less then a quarter of the way through in disgust. He had always hated his brother and the feeling had been mutual. He probably wouldn't want his younger half-brother contaminating the atmosphere anyways.
Inuyasha yawned. It was almost dusk, almost time for the late shift at work. Silently and quickly, he dressed himself and ate a large bowl of cereal. Then he left the apartment.
A/N: Yay for updates that have nothing to do with anything! Well, the events of this chapter kind of have something to do with something, but … I'm sure that I am the only person any of this makes sense to. Next chapter with have that party that Kikyo and Naraku are at, I promise. I'll force myself to write it, sometime before the summer.
If anyone is still reading the fic, thanks for sticking around, I appreciate the … readership. I recently skimmed over the last couple chapters, and realized that I didn't like the way I wrote them and started re-writing some parts in my head. Dundundun. So ya… might work on that in the future.
Also, a small note. Inuyasha, for the purposes of this fic, is human. No cute little dog ears for me this time. Sorry!