#nephriteus

                         Though there's no one there to guide you              No one to take your hand                       But with faith and understanding                               You will journey from boy to man

                 INDIE HEAVILY CANON DIVERGENT                        / HEADCANON BASED INUYASHA. PLEASE READ RULES & ABOUT BEFORE INTERACTION!! ( DESKTOP ONLY ; MOBILE LINKS TO BE ADDED )

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It had been half a year -- six whole months -- since Inuyasha had left on his own journey, to better understand Tessaiga ; to better increase his own abilities and prowess. He had run across many faces, many places, in those journeys, and made many lifelong friends that he’d never forget. Had changed; his hair was longer now, pulled back into a high ponytail constantly; he was a bit taller; shoulders somewhat broader; face a bit more defined.

He had been headed back to his core group, intent on reuniting with them at long, long last ( it’d felt so much longer than six months, but Inuyasha supposed he’d gone through plenty of different situations with all kinds of people ). His ears twitched, a scent pulled into his nostrils; blood, but also, the smell of a rather strong demon. Inuyasha’s pupils shrank in concern, worry, some anger; that scar along his chest ached briefly before he rushed towards that sensation of fighting and blood.

Inuyasha leapt out from the nearby trees, that noise of battle louder to his ears; Sango, Miroku, Kagome, Shippou too -- they were all fighting, or maybe running, run-fighting, from Kazama. That blonde haired full demonic bastard that’d nearly killed Inuyasha in their first encounter, and had seemed hell-bent on --- somethin, Inuyasha still didn’t get what.

All that mattered now? Now, Kazama was trying to harm his FAMILY--!!

Inuyasha moved, that sound of Tessaiga drawing out of its scabbard as he was still mid-leap in the air.

That necklace around Inuyasha’s neck ; that star shaped golden locket that Kagome had gifted him during his start of that lone journey -- it glowed in response to Inuyasha’s resolve. He could feel it in his soul, something stirring : that desire to protect, to guard, to help; to do and to succeed-- 

a button in his pocket also shimmered ; that one from Nephrite that Inuyasha had gotten in exchange for a hair tie -- in response to that feeling within Inuyasha’s mind, to focus and to find balance but draw on that deep inner strength.

Tucked underneath some of his armour was a little flower, that shimmered too ; that present from Wakka that Inuyasha had gotten during a welcoming celebration -- in response to Inuyasha’s will to want to nurture, to change things, to build a better future lasting with warmth.

All those sensations simultaneously merged together and Inuyasha could feel it expanding in his soul, that sense of power and desire travelled along his arms, into his hands, into his palms and melded together with Tessaiga’s resonation of Inuyasha’s heart.

Together.

As one!

The Tessaiga shimmered, that blade of the sword eclipsing in darkness, but in that darkened navy blue / black shade, there were speckles of white, like shining stars that littered the night sky,

“MEIDO ZANGETSUHA!!” that air charged with energy, hairs on skin stood on end, a gentle yet abrupt breeze seemed to rustle the nearby trees, sending birds skyward and into flight. Inuyasha slashed towards Kazama, that darkened navy blue and black energy flung off the blade in a large crescent tidal that rushed towards the blonde.

Kagome would recognise this moment-- a dream, once, maybe--!

Kazama didn’t move, in fact, he smirked; and all at once, his blonde hair bled into a stark white platinum shade, and his crimson eyes blinked into a golden yellow shade. He moved then, drawing his blade, which transformed as it left its sheathe ; Inuyasha’s eyes widened, pupils shrinking-- what-- the Tessaiga; Kazama was wielding--?!

Mid drawing of the blade, Kazama swung it. “BAKURYUHA!” and that attack of Inuyasha’s was engulfed, it was melded together and then redirected back towards Inuyasha. Instantaneously; Inuyasha had no time to think to move--

He was swallowed by the Meido Zangetsuha, eyes widening as his pupils shrank more due to the shock, due to the feeling of his body being pulled away-- Inuyasha barely screamed, feeling his atoms and his soul distorting, as though trying desperately to stay--!!

and then, Inuyasha was just, gone, that scream cutting off as though interrupted.

Kazama stared up at the spot where Inuyasha had been, and let out a low, but deep laugh that rose in volume.

So that was what had happened-!

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He landed with a grunt, having stumbled and spun around mid-air before slamming into the ground. Inuyasha coughed, trying to regain his bearings, hearing the sound of Tessaiga clanking against the ground and spinning a bit away. Inuyasha’s ears twitched, and he scrambled, gripped onto Tessaiga and sat up.

Alive...? He was alive-- Where--

Inuyasha stood onto his feet, swayed slightly, but glanced around; sniffed the air; it smelt familiar, somehow. Slightly. Wait. This was, the Higurashi shrine, wasn’t it?... Inuyasha glanced over, and froze: the spot where the Sacred Tree usually stood tall, it was, barren. Empty. The tree wasn’t... there?...

Disoriented, Inuyasha rushed over to Kagome’s house, only seeming to barely register the fact that it looked older, decrepit and out of use for years-- Inuyasha grunted, trying and failing to pull the front door open because it was stuck due to not having budged in ages-- with a harsher, final tug, he managed to get it open; only for some bats to fly out of it, that scent of dust thick in the atmosphere.

Inuyasha coughed, lifting a robed arm to shield his nose, eyes narrowed. What....? Where were the Higurashi family... Inuyasha hesitated at the threshold of the doorframe, his heart thudding deeply inside of his chest. Fingers twitched, not entirely registering that he was still holding onto Tessaiga.

He turned away, leaving that front door open, running away from that abandoned house and over to where the well was kept in that little shack; the well, if he could-- Inuyasha grunted, heaving and yanking that stuck too door open. Dark inside, but his eyes adjusted quickly, and he froze again.

The well was gone.

Tessaiga dropped from Inuyasha’s hand, clanking gingerly before it faded into a regular katana...

He couldn’t sense them: he couldn’t sense that link between the sengoku realm and this realm, not anymore!

PRIDE

you cling desperately to the illusion that you are better than everyone else. Smarter, prettier, more desirable. You are those things, you tell yourself. You HAVE to be. Because if you aren't better than everyone else, how can you ever be their equal? I am good enough, I am good enough, I AM good enough. Am I good enough? If I cannot prove my right to exists, my right to be here, do I even belong here at all?

TAGGED BY: @taijiyan​

[2/2] another vision shows him shielding the girl , still going he takes flame fire burning his back and body shudders. his expression acutely pained as he slumps down over her and she cries.

[ THE PORTAL OPENING ]

Inuyasha had kinda sorta just expected to be in Tokyo and the modern era once he stepped through the Meido Zangetsuha ; but that wasn’t what happened.

Instead, he found himself floating through his tunnel like, thing ; all around him was a darkened blue mist that flowed and ebbed, beyond that was just, darkness. He hummed, that noise echoing in the otherworldly air he found himself surrounded by,

“Hey Tessaiga, what is this place?”

that sword in his hand thrummed, shimmering just slightly, “This is the slipstream between realms and worlds. I suppose you could think of it as a sort of connection or highway between places. You can’t just be there you know. You do still have to travel.”

“I guess I kinda do that when I jump through the well, yeah...”

“You do but this is different: this is from YOUR OWN energy and doing, so you’re more cognisant of it.”

Inuyasha’s brows furrowed. Cognusont?...

“...cog-ni-sahnt. Cognisant. It means you’re aware of it. Thus you can actually see it.”

He nodded, but then something caught his attention and he stopped mid-glide. Tessaiga thrummed in his hand, “What are you-”

“Sh,” it was gentle shushing, but Inuyasha peered out, and squinted. He saw it then ; a vision of... Nephrite? But Nephrite felt different, and-- Inuyasha’s eyes widened, realising what was happening-- what, no, Nephrite was dying ; Inuyasha was about to move, but Tessaiga glowed and suddenly they were in their humanoid form, that feminine regal looking figure standing between Inuyasha and what lay beyond.

“He’s going to die!”

“Calm. What you are seeing is another reality.”

Inuyasha blinked, and Tessaiga breathed out patiently.

“This happened, yes, but not to your Nephrite. To another version of himself, in another branch of reality.”

Inuyasha’s hand clenched into a fist, jaw setting. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he moved, black hair flowing due to that otherworldly air from just slight motion, “Nephrite is Nephrite, no matter which reality he’s from! He’s still hurting, injured, I gotta-”

Tessaiga stared at him, stern now. “It is already done, Inuyasha. There is nothing you can do to save him.”

His shoulders sagged, and Inuyasha bit back the urge to cry. He knew Tessaiga was right: if that was just a vision of the past, he couldn’t really change it.... but he knew now. He had some inkling of, maybe, a bit more of Nephrite’s feelings. His drives. He could protect him better.

He blinked, glancing over to Nephrite as the other asked. It had been a couple days since they had kissed, confessed their feelings toward one another ; but, it was one thing to... care for someone, and to love them.

Love, to Inuyasha, held a lot of negativity, bitterness. He glanced off to the side, his hands squeezing slightly as they laid into his lap. Eyes closing, he hummed, and truly considered Nephrite’s words.

“Do you think that I can love you?” he asks this, slowly; wondering if Nephrite had asked that because he doubted that anyone could love him. Inuyasha understood that feeling. His eyes opened, and he glanced over towards Nephrite, before reaching out to grip at his hand.

Inuyasha leaned over, so that way his head way resting along the upper part of Nephrite’s arm, near his shoulder.

@nephriteus​ sent ❛ are you alright? ❜

She had been spacing out, walking around not quite wanting to return back to the orphanage yet. Could anyone blame her though? But she hadn’t noticed she’d been wearing her emotions so plainly on her face. Especially not for a stranger to have noticed and taken the time to ask about. 

“Oh, um yeah....I must have just gotten lost in my thoughts.” she said looking up into the strangers face before glancing around the both of them and suddenly growing a little paler as nothing seemed familiar.

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

His ears twitched beneath that purple bandana Inuyasha usually wore; Nephrite had mentioned wanting to take Inuyasha some place special-- it was cooler, especially for the summer months. Inuyasha had wondered, kind of huffy, about why he couldn’t just know but Nephrite insisted. It was a surprise.

So, his eyes closed, Inuyasha felt that larger, firm palm against his back to strongly yet carefully guide him. Inuyasha’s ears twitched, hearing whispering, speaking, a lot of noise...? Hmm, wait, his nose twitched, nostrils picking up a familiar scent: was that, cotton candy...?

He stopped, eyes wanting so badly to open...!! Inuyasha did his best not to squirm on the spot, and Nephrite gave a ginger, yet strong pat against his upper back. Then, Inuyasha’s eyes opened, and he inhaled lowly, an awed gasp of breath--

A haunted house...?! Oh they were in the amusement park-- Oh but -- Inuyasha’s eyes widened, a grin crossing his expression as he glanced back towards Nephrite,

UMPROMPTED ASKS |> ALWAYS ACCEPTING!!

A blush immediately rises onto Inuyasha’s face, and that bandana fabric shifts with the twitching of his ears underneath it. He leans closer, explaining in a hushed, flustered tone, “I-I don’t want anyone to see my ears, alright? S’why I wear a bandana,” Inuyasha was in more modern clothing, too, figuring he might as well fit the part.

Besides, he was gettin used to modern looking clothing. Somewhat.

He huffed, leaning back, a hand resting along his hip; Inuyasha’s heart was hammering, but he was smiling even with that feeling of being flustered and caught off guard. Inuyasha hadn’t expected Nephrite to laugh that hard upon seeing him in more modern clothing,