Crossover Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Just A Little Complicated Love ❯ Begining ( Chapter 1 )

//words// = someone's thoughts being heard/read.

`words' = thoughts not being heard/read

 

 

“K-kowaii…”

 

“Then we will wait…”

 

“W-why…?”

 

“Because…”

 

“Be-because, why?”

 

“Ai shiteru. I know this already…”

 

“Ara… T-thank you…”

 

“Kawaii…”

 

“Eto…?”

 

“Nothing… I will take you home now. I am sure your parents are worried for you. Where do you live?”

 

“H-huh…oh…t-thank you…”

 

“Kawaii…”

 

“N-nani?!”

 

“Your blushing, it is so adorable…”

 

“I-I can't help it…”

 

“Why is that?”

 

“Y-you hold me so close…”

 

“Ah-ha-ha… I chose you, and… and…”

 

“Eto…?”

 

“I did not want that to happen to you again.”

 

“Ara…”

 

“I have chosen you, and… and… mamotte ageru. … You blush again, why?”

 

“… Jitsu wa…”

 

“Jitsu wa…?”

 

“O-namae wo kiite-mo iidesu-ka?”

 

“Ah-haha… Hai. Watashi no name wa Sesshomaru desu. Not knowing my name made you uncomfortable?”

 

“Ah… Y-yes it made me uncomfortable feeling. T-thank you, Sesshomaru-dana,”

 

“*Kudasai… I do not want you to think of me as your master, but as your mate. … Yet again you blush. Are you embarrassed to be my mate?”

 

“Iie…?”

 

“You do not know what mate means, do you?”

 

“H-hai”

 

“That is fine, and it gives more reason to wait to finish our mating.”

 

“T-thank you…”

 

…

 

…

 

“Eto…”

 

“H-huh? Sesshomaru-da- ah… Sesshomaru-sama?”

 

“Hai?”

 

“Ah… What were you thinking just now?”

 

“Ah… Right, you had said I was the one person you could not read… I was merely thinking of how you are more of my equal than my half-breed brother. You have abilities every demon would kill or die for. You are of much more use than Inuyasha.”

 

“Ara…”

 

“Here is your home, yes?”

 

“Hai… …”

 

“You have something more to say?”

 

“Hai… Ah… Y-you were…were d-doing wh-what those m-men were d-doing, yes?”

 

“… Gomen… I had not meant my actions to seem like that of those humans'. I had no self-control then, and I hope I had not harmed you…”

 

“Y-you had not… T-thank you, for telling the truth. Ah… when will I see you?”

 

“When you call me, now you must see your parents. Be safe…”

 

“T-thank y-you, Sesshomaru-sama; have a night**…”

 

 

 

*****

 

“Interesting, thank you. Does anyone have any comments for your classmate's hard work?” the teacher's voice was monotone as he congratulated the ***light haired boy's work. The light haired boy stood in front of the class after having read his assignment and now saw that several of his classmates had their hands up. Their teacher had assigned such a peculiar assignment; write a short four to six page fiction story. It was not what they had expected, and the light haired boy's work was just as unexpected as the assignment.

 

“Ah… So the village woman was mated by a demon lord when she was seven?” One of the boy's female classmates asked with her brows furrowed. //Who knew he was a romantic, maybe the others are right, he's way cool and hot too! But demons and the feudal era, and a telepathic village woman are definitely something I never would think he'd write about. Maybe some kind of detective case thing, but a romance…oh well he's still so cool!//

 

“Hai. Ah… Sa-”

 

//- A romance, man that's something I'd never think he'd write about… I can't believe the teacher let him write that though, I mean doesn't matting consist of doing it? I wonder what his inspiration was, maybe I should ask that?//

 

//I should have made them say what gave them the idea for their stories, and why they chose to write the way they did…oh well, I'll make a note of this for the next time a assign this little project…//

 

“Ah… Sensei was there anything I should say about my story before I answer any more questions?” the light haired boy turned expectantly to his teacher.

 

“Huh? Oh yes… Your inspiration and why you wrote the way you did…” the teacher was a bit unsettled at how one of his brightest students had just asked what he had been thinking.

 

“Okay thank you… Well for this I had this vague memory of something; maybe some relative told me a vague story about something with demons and a telepath. As for my writing chose, I couldn't think of any faces or actions for the people to do, and it kind of made you pay more attention, right?”

 

“Well next time add actions and a visual aspect to your characters… so any more questions class, for your classmate?” no one rose their hands and the light haired boy sat down. The rest of the day passed idly for the light haired boy, and soon he was walking home.

 

 

This feeling began to settle in the light haired boy's stomach, it reminded him of something; something he didn't want to remember. He became cold and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He began to walk faster, and that was when he heard footsteps hurry, and the thoughts came rushing to his ears, visions meet his eyes, and a feeling of immense pain overwhelmed the boy, and he started to run.

 

// Look at him, oh this will be fun!// //Glad I convinced the boys to join me, the little kid's father will be sorry he ever caught my brother!// //I can't believe that bitch threw me out, well like the boss said this will relieve some of my frustration!// In the world of inverted colors the light haired boy saw three men were standing over him, blood was all around him he heard his own voice screaming. Then he felt searing pain rip through his body, like he was being torn apart from the inside. In the real world he fell to the ground and tried to scramble to his feet with tears in his eyes.

 

`Anyone, anyone help me, please! Help someone! Onegai!' The inverted world of colors came back to the boy's vision and he was speeding inches above tall grassy fields. He came to a figure standing tall and staring at the sky, a cresset moon on his forehead, and suddenly he was thrown back to the real world as one of the men hit him hard in the face.

 

The men began to beat the light haired boy up, who could hardly move with two of them holding him the way they were. The boy knew what the men were going to do to him; he had seen it in one of the visions he had just had. He was trying his hardest to fight and get away but he couldn't. One of the men started to take his pants off and the teen closed his eyes and felt the man spread his legs apart and align himself. `Why, why… please won't some-'

 

There were collective gasps, and a warm liquid sprayed over the light haired boy. He began to open his eyes when strong arms wrapped around his bare waist making the boy blush. The boy looked up to see a man with long silver hair, liquid gold eyes, and a crescent moon on his forehead. There was blood on the ground and splattered across the boy's body and clothes.

 

The boy still felt scared, but slowly warmth spread through his body. It started from a mark on his neck and went through his whole body. He felt very safe in this man's arms, and he blushed again.

 

The boy began to squirm and the man let him down. The boy quickly found his pants and put them on so this man would not see his naked lower half. He looked at his savior, somehow feeling as though he had met this man before. The man was peculiar in a way. His long silver hair made him seem feminine but he was far from that. The man's golden eyes are fierce and strong; sending chills up the boy's spine as they captured his eyes. The man's finely sculptured face and the crescent moon marking on his forehead made the man all the more breath taking. The man's well sculpted and dangerously strong body lay just under the beautiful white clothe and the armor he wore. The boy continued to blush as his eyes subtly looked over this amazing specimen. Though his ears are not something one would guess he'd posses, but they only served to make him more irresistible. The man's eyes held something in them as they stared at the blushing boy, and the man smirked.

 

Shivers went up the boy's spine when he saw that smirk on this god like man, the blush he was sporting deepened. The man's smirk grew and in the blink of an eye he had gently taken the boy's (right) hand pulling the youth's body into his arms. With his other hand he encircled the boy's small body, and the hand holding the boy's hand moved to the boy's chin. The boy was as red as a tomato, and was slightly shaking. There was something in the man's eyes, something almost primitive, hungry, and barely contained. It made the boy's legs weak, and as the man leaned closer to the boy, the boy could barely keep any weight on his legs.

 

There mouths were barely centimeters away, and the man smelled like fresh air, streams, forests, and … blood…? But oh how the man smelled wonderful! The boy's eyes fluttered shut and he was breathing shallowly. Somewhere in the back of his mind there was a very tiny voice reminding him of what had just happened; but something stronger and bigger in his mind was giving him the feeling that this was perfectly fine. The tiny voice won over once the man spoke.

 

“You may thank me anytime now,” the man's voice was cold, calm, collected, but it still made the boy's legs crumble beneath him. The man's breath on his lips made him blush and… and made his blood flow downward.

 

“… Gah!” that tiny little voice had brought him back to reality and he stumbled away from the man. His eyes were wide, and he was shaking. “G-go away!” Couldn't the man have seen that the boy was almost raped a minute ago! He was twelve; the man was maybe in his late twenties, this was completely wrong.

 

“If that is what you wish, love” the boy blushed yet again and quickly ran away from the man who stared at him with such eyes. His heart was pounding, his legs were weak, and he could barely think straight.

 

 

After having reached the safety of home, he ran into his room and collapsed on his bed. His mother and sister were curious about his behavior but he asked them to go away. Luckily they hadn't seen the blood on his uniform. He was shaking, his body ached from his run, and the beating those men had giving him. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath.

 

Once the light haired boy had composed himself he went to the restroom and began to treat the bruises and cuts that were about his body. He remembered something from when he was seven, and again he took a deep breath.

 

 

 

 

A/N: I'm still learning so please tell me if I've misused/misplaced any words, or have the wrong spelling/definition…that would be much appreciated. ^ ^ - depressedchildren

 

Kowaii = I'm scarred

Ai shiteru = I love you

Ara = Oh

Kawaii = Cute

Eto… = Hmm…

Nani = What

Mamotte ageru = I'll protect you

Jitsu wa… = Truth is…

O-namae wo kiite-mo iidesu-ka? = May I ask your name?

Hai = yes

Watashi no name wa … (Sesshomaru) desu. = My name is … (Sesshomaru).

Kudasai = please

Iie = no

Gomen = sorry

Onegai = (request) please

 

A/N: In my stories (now) I'm trying not to cut the flow of it with author's notes, so this is where all my comments will be (at the end of the story).

* Sesshomaru wouldn't really request, so I just used a different word for please other than the request.

** `have a night (day)': Well instead of `have a good night' or `bad night' or `spontaneous combustion night' I put down `have a night' so have whatever kind of night you have, just have a night. Sorry if that was confusing or odd for you…

*** `light haired boy': He's not blonde, he doesn't have silver hair, but he has lighter hair than his classmates… and when I tell his name you'll understand what I meant… heck you probably know who he is…