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Allegiance | 1: Remembrance
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Title: Remembrance - Expanded
Universe: Canon
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, character death
Word Count: 463
Summary: She told him to never forget her…like that was even possible.
Disclaimer: The Inuyasha concept, story, and characters are copyright Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media.
“Dream a Little Dream of Me” © 1968 The Mamas & The Papas
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…stars shining bright above you…
Sesshoumaru gazed up into the heavens, the delicate twinkling of the stars mirroring the unshed tears behind his eyes.
She didn’t deserve this. Neither did he.
They had stood shoulder to shoulder for nigh on fifty years. He was the most powerful youkai in all the land; she was the strongest miko the world had seen in centuries. Together, they were formidable. They could conquer any territory, vanquish any foe.
…night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’…
He remembered the day it started – the day her life began to ebb away. He had awakened with a jolt, absolutely, irrationally certain she was dead even as she lay there beside him. Not until he gathered her close and nearly squeezed the startled breath from her lungs did he realize she was, indeed, alive.
“What’s wrong?” she had whispered, and his stomach turned.
He could smell it on her: the sickeningly sweet stench of death.
“Nothing,” he had replied, his embrace tightening ever so slightly around her. She curled against him, slipping readily into sleep once more, but he lay awake silently, the scent drifting in and out of his nostrils, a tacit threat.
…stars fading, but I linger on, dear…
It was a long, slow, painful process. She wasted away before his very eyes, gradually losing her physical strength, her miko powers – but never her will to live. He was helpless to stop it, and that made him angry – frustrated – irritated beyond all reason. She, on the other hand, seemed to understand and accept her fate. She wasn’t happy about it, but, typically, she was more worried about him than herself.
…still craving your kiss…
“It must make you terribly sad,” she said that night, drawing one frail hand through the lustrous curtain of his silvery hair.
He didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes, bringing her as close as he dared.
He held her in his arms as they lay outside, in the field of flowers where they’d pledged their allegiance to each other so many years before. She had come to him as the last living member of his brother’s group, and he had taken her in. He told himself it was out a sense of familial honor, but it turned into so much more than that.
After Rin…he never expected to find peace, happiness…or contentment in the presence of a human again.
…say ‘nighty-night’ and kiss me…
“Promise me one thing,” she murmured, her voice thin, her breath heavy and stuttering in her chest.
…just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me…
“What’s that?” he asked, tightening his hold around her.
“Be happy, my darling Sesshoumaru.” She smiled contentedly as life slowly faded from her eyes. “…and one day…dream a little dream of me.”
Title: Remembrance - Expanded
Universe: Canon
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, character death
Word Count: 463
Summary: She told him to never forget her…like that was even possible.
Disclaimer: The Inuyasha concept, story, and characters are copyright Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media.
“Dream a Little Dream of Me” © 1968 The Mamas & The Papas
…stars shining bright above you…
Sesshoumaru gazed up into the heavens, the delicate twinkling of the stars mirroring the unshed tears behind his eyes.
She didn’t deserve this. Neither did he.
They had stood shoulder to shoulder for nigh on fifty years. He was the most powerful youkai in all the land; she was the strongest miko the world had seen in centuries. Together, they were formidable. They could conquer any territory, vanquish any foe.
He remembered the day it started – the day her life began to ebb away. He had awakened with a jolt, absolutely, irrationally certain she was dead even as she lay there beside him. Not until he gathered her close and nearly squeezed the startled breath from her lungs did he realize she was, indeed, alive.
“What’s wrong?” she had whispered, and his stomach turned.
He could smell it on her: the sickeningly sweet stench of death.
“Nothing,” he had replied, his embrace tightening ever so slightly around her. She curled against him, slipping readily into sleep once more, but he lay awake silently, the scent drifting in and out of his nostrils, a tacit threat.
It was a long, slow, painful process. She wasted away before his very eyes, gradually losing her physical strength, her miko powers – but never her will to live. He was helpless to stop it, and that made him angry – frustrated – irritated beyond all reason. She, on the other hand, seemed to understand and accept her fate. She wasn’t happy about it, but, typically, she was more worried about him than herself.
“It must make you terribly sad,” she said that night, drawing one frail hand through the lustrous curtain of his silvery hair.
He didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes, bringing her as close as he dared.
He held her in his arms as they lay outside, in the field of flowers where they’d pledged their allegiance to each other so many years before. She had come to him as the last living member of his brother’s group, and he had taken her in. He told himself it was out a sense of familial honor, but it turned into so much more than that.
After Rin…he never expected to find peace, happiness…or contentment in the presence of a human again.
“Promise me one thing,” she murmured, her voice thin, her breath heavy and stuttering in her chest.
“What’s that?” he asked, tightening his hold around her.
“Be happy, my darling Sesshoumaru.” She smiled contentedly as life slowly faded from her eyes. “…and one day…dream a little dream of me.”