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The End's Illusion, Prologue (Collab)The End's IllusionThe End's Illusion, Prologue (Collab) by InkStainedGhost
Prologue, A Memory of Anguish.
Hassan Higurashi, my dad. The most wonderful man in the world.
Born 15th September 1954.
I was too young to remember what happened the day he died, I was only a child with a curious mind living in a massive world with so much to explore. The thought of my dad leaving the planet - leaving me and my mum to fend for ourselves in this life - never occurred to me. Again, I was so very young, too small to understand what it meant to have someone close to you die in an accident.
I remember one time when I was five years old, I climbed up the steep steps of our house and crept closer to my mum’s bedroom where I heard the sound of pages turning. I left the stairs behind me, peering my little head around the door. My mum was comfortably perched on the end of her king sized bed, with her head down and looking through some sort of book that was bigger than her lap. As I entered her head jerked up in alarm, but as her eyes settl
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She could feel it, the wind. It was there, the wind tickling her cheeks. The sun rays seeping through the trees, illuminating her face. She smiled as the quiet sounds of the forest filled her ears. She was happy, for once, for a long time.
RING RING RING
Kagome's eyes shot open as her alarm clock deafened her ears, groaning from her sleep, she got up and switched off the alarm. A sigh escaped her lips, once again she was up in her normal bed, in her normal house, in her normal life.
Grudgingly she got out of bed and brushed her long messy hair, from when she was 15 to now, it had fell down to her elbows, unfortunately, it had become quite a pain for her brush it.
Once she had done that, she got washed and dressed and left the house to go to work. Yeah, work, well she was 25 after all, she had to work. She worked in the busy city of Tokyo, among the noise and the traffic. She did like her job, it involved working with children which she enjoyed ve
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3 years, 3 agonizing long years. It was impossible to even consider. Three years without her, three years with out him.
Ever since he had saved her from the endless darkness, and returned her home, he never got to say goodbye before the well sealed off. And now, he was alone, waiting, hoping the well would reopen, he needed to see her again, just one more time.
For those three long years, Inuyasha spent most of his days hunting the stray demon with Miroku, helping him perform exorcisms and the such. Although he was reasonably busy, and did have friends, he had never felt more alone.
He longed for her, needed her, he loved her.
To share a long awaited, blissful kiss, only to be separated for an agonizing long period of time.
Every 3 days, Inuyasha would go the well, just to check, waiting to smell her scent, to see her face once more. To be with her once again
Back in the modern day, Kagome spent her days lost in the midst of her school work
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Humans are such fragile creatures. They can be easily broken, harmed, damaged. They're all weak, so weak!
Inuyasha was far greater, far more powerful than any of them put together! He shouldn't care for them, he shouldn't have to!
But he does...
Well just one. Kagome Higurashi.
He shouldn't care, he shouldn't help her, but he does, and he don't know why. he just feel this need to protect her all the time, to make sure no harm will ever fall upon her.
True, ever since she came into the feudal era, Inuyasha didn't care, he wanted to be left alone, but she changed him... somehow.
As they traveled together across Japan, finding the Shikon jewel shards, he started to feel compassion and friendship. Inuyasha started to actually feel something for once in my life.
Eventually, it grew so much that he felt tight and on edge when she returned back to her era, back through the well. He didn't like to admit and any time someone would bring it up, he'd simply insult them
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