InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 7 Sins: The Gathering ❯ Death of the old one ( Prologue )
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By: Halfdemon 
death of the oldo ne
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.07.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 629 | Visits: 394 | Status: Work In Progress
death of the oldo ne
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.07.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 629 | Visits: 394 | Status: Work In Progress
disclaimer: I dont not own inuyasha and the gang. they belong to rumiko takahashi. I do own however the race of the soulles and the world and the plot. And I do own the made up characters here.
Augest 8, 1991
As the women sat in her old wickedy chair, sewing a blue and white blanket, she knew her life was about to end. The air around her was growing thicker and harder. She took that as a sign. She kept sewing the blanket as if her life depended on that simple task. The iwnd got colder and colder by the minute. The wind blew hard on last time and a man stood there, dressed in black. The old lady sighed heavly and stood. Her pale, old blue eyes starred at the man and laughed as if she were making fun of him.
"Why...Aiden, been awhile......has it not? How long has it been?" she kept laughing.
Aiden merely kept starring at her while she laughed. When she stopped, she starred at him and took in the sight of him. His long, shoulder length black hair with hints of brown in it was tied back in its usual pony, to be out of his eyes. Oh those eyes, she thought. Those pale emotionless green eyes of his made her old womaly heart flutter. She couldn't see his chest, but remembered what it looked like in her youthful days when catching him coming out of him shower. All chiseled and shapely. She brought up her eyes and they met his, in an intense stare. Her old, wrinkly hands wound themselfs together. A sign to him and to her that she was scared and nervouse. When she turned away she braced herself on the chair. Afraid she might fall. She wasnt, by god, ready to die. In all her 81 years of life she spent, she wasn't ready to simply be killed by him.
She closed her eyes and clenched her fist's before she turned to Aiden once more. Her blue eye's challenged him to come get her. For the first time in all the she knew him, he spoke.
"Edna, you know it's time" he said with a hint of that Ireland that would make a women melt from her knees, but to Edna, she cringed from it.
"Well Aiden, I don't. want. to." She challenged.
"You...have no choice.."
"HA! You think that because your young, strong,...powerful...you can defeat US!" she said us...in a proud and determined voice.
Aiden simply moved with a speed as fast as lighting and plunged a knife in Edna's stomach. She gagged and made gasping noise's for air. With a final breath in her body, she said on last thing. "The 7 will...rise once...again..." and died in the arms of her murderer. Aiden pulled his knife out of Edna and let her fall to the floor. He kicked her off his shoe and bend down to pick up the blanket that Edna was working on. He looked at it and Edna's blood was on it. and her words went through his head like a song. "The 7 will rise once again." Aiden threw the blanket on the body and step over her to leave the house. Aiden's heart was pounding with so much emotions. Guilt, dread, and heartbreak that he almost wanted to kill himself. Edna....was....dead. He did his job. His job as a hunter. So why was he feeling so heartsick for Edna? He shook his head and simply vanished with the wind and without a second thought to the dead lady in the living room floor.
Augest 8, 1991
As the women sat in her old wickedy chair, sewing a blue and white blanket, she knew her life was about to end. The air around her was growing thicker and harder. She took that as a sign. She kept sewing the blanket as if her life depended on that simple task. The iwnd got colder and colder by the minute. The wind blew hard on last time and a man stood there, dressed in black. The old lady sighed heavly and stood. Her pale, old blue eyes starred at the man and laughed as if she were making fun of him.
"Why...Aiden, been awhile......has it not? How long has it been?" she kept laughing.
Aiden merely kept starring at her while she laughed. When she stopped, she starred at him and took in the sight of him. His long, shoulder length black hair with hints of brown in it was tied back in its usual pony, to be out of his eyes. Oh those eyes, she thought. Those pale emotionless green eyes of his made her old womaly heart flutter. She couldn't see his chest, but remembered what it looked like in her youthful days when catching him coming out of him shower. All chiseled and shapely. She brought up her eyes and they met his, in an intense stare. Her old, wrinkly hands wound themselfs together. A sign to him and to her that she was scared and nervouse. When she turned away she braced herself on the chair. Afraid she might fall. She wasnt, by god, ready to die. In all her 81 years of life she spent, she wasn't ready to simply be killed by him.
She closed her eyes and clenched her fist's before she turned to Aiden once more. Her blue eye's challenged him to come get her. For the first time in all the she knew him, he spoke.
"Edna, you know it's time" he said with a hint of that Ireland that would make a women melt from her knees, but to Edna, she cringed from it.
"Well Aiden, I don't. want. to." She challenged.
"You...have no choice.."
"HA! You think that because your young, strong,...powerful...you can defeat US!" she said us...in a proud and determined voice.
Aiden simply moved with a speed as fast as lighting and plunged a knife in Edna's stomach. She gagged and made gasping noise's for air. With a final breath in her body, she said on last thing. "The 7 will...rise once...again..." and died in the arms of her murderer. Aiden pulled his knife out of Edna and let her fall to the floor. He kicked her off his shoe and bend down to pick up the blanket that Edna was working on. He looked at it and Edna's blood was on it. and her words went through his head like a song. "The 7 will rise once again." Aiden threw the blanket on the body and step over her to leave the house. Aiden's heart was pounding with so much emotions. Guilt, dread, and heartbreak that he almost wanted to kill himself. Edna....was....dead. He did his job. His job as a hunter. So why was he feeling so heartsick for Edna? He shook his head and simply vanished with the wind and without a second thought to the dead lady in the living room floor.