yearning security and safety, fearing heartbreak, dark deep blue, the smell of vanilla and cotton, slow dancing in the living room, being scared of the past, the fragility of being in love
Inuyasha was asleep in his own quarters; unknowing that the illness his mother had suffered had progressed immensely. He had been separated from her for a few days, as healers of the palace urged that she needed to put motherhood aside in order to get better. But she wouldn’t have it, as she was adamant to put motherhood first; for a child whom she knew would feel alone in this world without her. The past couple of nights, she asked Myouga to guide the young child to her chambers so she can hold him as much as she could, and that the flea were to guide the child back to his own quarters before dusk, when the helpers would return.
It worked like clockwork--a steady routine behind the backs of the palace help that connected both mother and child, even in her final days.
Their final night together, Myouga noticed the princess’s condition had severely worsened. Her breath was slower and she struggled to keep her eyes open. The flea was wary and asked her if he were to bring Inuyasha tonight, knowing she was too weak to lift her arms.
A somber grin slowly crept upon the pale lips that were once a vibrant pink. “Bring him, please, Myouga. Bring me my Inuyasha...” she responded in mere laboured whispers. The flea was reluctant, but with a gentle bow in his head, he hopped to where Inuyasha impatiently waited in his room; in his night robes with worrisome eyes. The young boy ran as he always did, knowingly hiding from guards’ eyes.
“Master Inuyasha!” the flea cried out in a whisper as he hopped after him. When he finally returned to Izayoi’s chambers, through the canopy curtains that gave the Lady of the palace her privacy, Myouga watches as the boy is cuddled into his mother’s bosom. The once-weak young woman surprised the flea as she was sat upright, brushing her hand against Inuyasha’s long silver tresses, humming his lullaby quietly.
Myouga sat close by as he watched mother comfort her son. The elder flea was absolutely amazed; the power of motherhood--it didnt matter how ill or hurt she felt, she still managed to be there for her son until the very end.
As the young boy slept, Izayoi let out a stressed breath as she fell back into her bedding, still holding Inuyasha close. Tears fell from her eyes as she quietly called out for the flea. Myouga quickenedd his step and perched beside the Lady’s head.
“Take care of him, Myouga. I don’t want him to be alone...”
“My Lady...I--” There was no room for objection. What could a simple flea do for a full grown half demon child? But he knew he had to keep this promise. Her words were sullen, and the flea felt as if they were her last, but he did not want to believe it. HE desperately wanted to believe she would pull through, heal, and continue mothering Inuyasha and live happily ever after.
But alas, there were no happy ever afters in Feudal Japan.
“Yes, my Lady. I vow to guide Inuyasha in this life--”
Lady Izayoi smiled as tears sparkled from the moonlight on her pale cheek. With her finger, held up to Myouga as he gracefully pressed his forehead against.
“Thank you Myouga...for...everything.”
A quiet night filled with quiet breaths from both mother and child. Both in a close embrace that was both wholesome, yet painful. As Myouga watched the two asleep in each others arms, he couldn’t help but to let a few tears fall and a quiet sob. He removed himself from the room and sat on the veranda under the moon. He looks up, asking his late Master--Lord Inu no Taisho what he was to do. Asking for guidance, or strength to help Inuyasha in this world.
The night passes, and dusk dimly brightens the grey sky. Hurriedly, the flea demon wakes up the young boy by sucking the blood from his cheek. The boy awakens, gives a small kiss on his mother’s forehead and rushes with Myouga back to his room.
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The next night, of one so fateful., Inuyasha waited at his door anxiously for the flea’s signal. Before retreating to the young boy, Myouga hopped to Lady Izayoi’s room, hidden in the shadows as he witnessed something alarming. Healers and aids rushed around the room as he overheard that the princess had went unconscious earlier that evening after their meal. Her temperature had risen, and her breaths were even slower than the nights prior--this was it.
Last night, the princess knew. She knew that it was her last night with Inuyasha, and used whatever strength she had left, to cuddle her boy one last time.
“No...just one more night, Lady Izayoi! He needs you--Master Inuyasha needs you,” the flea sobbed from the corner of the room as he felt his tears flood his eyes. “Not tonight. Please...my Lord...Toga! Not tonight--” The poor flea felt incredibly helpless and was at a loss of what to do.
As the night grew dark, so did the hope of the healers. HEr pulse slowed--and it had gotten to a point of a waiting game. Myouga wanted to cry out why no one was doing anything. He didn’t want to accept that all means were utilized in her wellbeing...
The soft sobs emit as the confirmation of Lady Izayoi’s death is announced. The flea fell to his little knees as he knew he had to face the next hardest thing for him to do; let his young master know of the passing of his mother. He knew very well the harsh aftermath he was to receive from the Lady’s guards--and her own family.
Myouga stood to his feet, wiped away his tears as he hurried to Inuyasha. He hopped through the window and witnessed the boy on the floor by the door, nearly half asleep. With his keen sense of smell and exceptional hearing, Inuyasha perked his head up as Myouga sullenly approached with a somber expression.
“Myouga! You’re here--Can I go see Mama now?”
With tears held back, Myouga sat on Inuyasha’s knee, pushing aside his own feelings of sadness and helplessness. This boy needed the flea more than ever. With a family on both sides knowingly chastising the young hanyou, Myouga stepped up, as little as he was, he knew he had to try and devote the rest of his life to his master as he did with his old friend.
“Now...Inuyasha...I have some news and I need you to be strong. Can you do that for me? You have the blood of your father coursing through your veins--you remember what I told you about him, right?”
“Uh huh! That he was the strongest demon in the western lands!”
“That’s right, my boy!” he said with a kind smile. “So, remember...be strong.”
“Okay, Myouga. I will.”
The flea takes a sharp breath in. “Master Inuyasha, Lady Izayoi...your mother...we won’t be going to see her. You see...”
“I wanna see mama, though...why can’t I see her--” the distressed boy stands to his feet, causing the flea to fall to the wooden floor. “Myouga, where is she??”
“Remember, you gotta be strong okay?”
Pause. Inuyasha gives Myouga a reluctant nod as anxiety continues to rise in him.
“She’s started her journey to the afterlife, Master Inuyasha. Your mother had passed on. She loved you very much, and wants you to be strong in this life. You were her most cherished treasure...and wants nothing but greatness for you. I promised her I will not leave your side. I will still be here.”
Tears release from the boy’s golden hues. He sits down and brings his knees to his chest, desperately trying to simulate the warmth of his mother, but it was far from the same. “She’s gone? Will I ever see her again?”
“You will, Master Inuyasha. Your father too...she’s with him now...and they’ll be watching over every day.”
Inuyasha sobs into his knees quietly as Myouga desperately wished he was of larger size, where he was capable of protecting him, or at least, comforting him. In the meantime, the flea hops onto the boy’s shoulder, knowing his company will never be as comforting as Lady Izayoi’s.
The assistance was very much needed. The old flea looked up with huge eyes as he was struck by beauty of celestial standard. Her deep brown hues sparkled in a way Myouga had never witnessed before. He had thought he was dreaming and came face to face with a goddess. The sun was bright behind her head, casting a shadow over the flea demon, but the burning star played part in her heavenly glow.
He was speechless!
“I--uh--oh!” Myouga shook his head quickly as he hopped away. He had been pulling a rusted sword Totosai was requested to maintain, but Totosai had flown off with Momo and both sword and flea descended back to the earth. The flea had tried to drag it, but his demon strength could only handle so much.
“Please! I have to head to the forgery of Totosai--he needs this sword...the old man had left me! If you don’t mind, may I ride with you to him?”
“can i lift you? this way you can reach up.” / halfpintsavage !
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“Oh! Thank you, young Rin!” How could such a sweet young girl follow an intimidating demon with piercing eyes such as Sesshoumaru. “I hope you are well, sweet child. And that you’re staying out of trouble!”
The flea hops from her hand and onto the ledge where it was warmest. Perfect place to relax and enjoy some tea.
“Hahaha, i’m sorry. you just looked so funny trying to reach for that.” (From Crimsonacrosstime
@crimsonacrosstime
Like father like daughter, Myouga thought sourly. “Hasn’t your father, or at least your mother, taught you to respect your elders, Moroha?” He knew from the moment he met the young child that he’d be living through an Inuyasha 2.0.
“My Westley will always come for me’ is my quote, excuse me, Princess Buttercup.”
“Listen, Buttercup is not my favourite--but this Humperdink wanting to kill her is SO EVIL. More evil than NAraku--” Shudders. “Nevermind. Naraku’s still far more evil.”
“Is this--the machine?! WESTLEY NO.”
The flea covers his eyes.
---Time skip---
“I HATE HUMPERDINCK SO MUCH. MY WESTLEY”
“This old potion man better bring my Westley back to life.”
“Mostly dead?!”
“This old couple seems too familiar--Ahh, Miroku and Miss Sango.”
“Hmm….from the way Buttercup and Wesley are acting, reminds me a lot of what I heard Uncle Koga and Mama were like when they first met. That true, Old Man Myoga?”
“Very true, young Moroha! Your father hated it! I’ve never seen a man so jealous in my long little life!”
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