InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ Writing "Fun-zone" ( Chapter 25 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 284 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 284 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own anything below, nor do I make any profit.. LAME!
These are just a few shorts that I did not want to post one at a time... It would have felt pointless to me, since they all were "finished" lol I was playing around with the shuffle button on my laptop music... This is what I got... Hopefully more to come?
“Every Heart” (InuYasha Soundtrack)
Kohaku was dying. His blood pooled around his still form and Rin stood frozen in front of him. There was a demon hunting her, trying to claim its revenge with her flesh and though she knew she had to hide to keep herself safe, her feet would not budge. The roar of the crazed demon was behind her as she felt it charge, it would be coming now and though her mind screamed for her to run, she refused. Kohaku was dying, dying to protect the love he held for her and she had let him.
“Save him,” she begged feeling the tears slip down her face, the claws of the demon ripping at her flesh, tearing her muscles and draining her of life. “Please save him.”
“There will be a price,” The baritone voice shook her and her body flinched from her attacker.
“I don’t care,” if Kohaku died then there was no point of living, no point for anything and she felt her heart breaking.
“Say Anything (Else)” Cartel
She was done being disappointed. Her belongings were packed and thrown haphazardly into the back of her four-door sedan, and a few of things that she refused to part with as well. She did not care that he would be angry later, especially when he returned home for the night to see that she had swiped anything of value and left him a note of the most peculiar kind. Broken glass littered the expensive carpet and a concoction of grape juice and powdered Kool-Aid dripped down the white walls. She had used her lipstick to draw on the mirrors and anything she could get her hands on that she cared nothing for was destroyed.
Rin knew she would laugh last, even if only for the moment, but switching on her engine she no longer cared. She was tired of the bullshit, tired of the drama, and she was purging it, squeezing the head like a stubborn zit and after a while, she would feel more vindicated than she currently did.
It was time to explore the world.
“Kalimba” Mr. Scruff Ninja tuna
It was silly. We were not supposed to be playing in the study room, especially not with finger paints and though on any normal day I would have been scared to even try such a blasphemed act, I was not alone. Trouble, it seems, never was a solitary creature and with Kohaku beside me, it was hard to back down from a challenge. He was a shy boy, oddly so and I could not help but feel myself become the aggressor in our relationship.
He was frightened, I could tell by the way his deep brown eyes were dilated and wide, as if at any second we would be found and he would, in return, have to forfeit his life. It was silly because, although we were not supposed to be in this study, any damage sustained would not be of any consequence to me. It was Jaken’s sanctuary and not my Sesshomaru’s. I deemed it up for grabs so to speak. Bright yellows and blues danced across the walls, reds and oranges smeared on the spines of old books and their cases.
There was no denying such an act would bring about some consequence, leaning more towards punishment, but I was not as scared as Kohaku was, the front of his white shirt stained with the paints I had thrown at him. My Sesshomaru would be upset, for that I was certain, but I was positive that the amusement Jaken would bring while screaming would be well worth it.
“You Smile” Justin Beiber
I was late again. The clock on the dashboard reminded me with every passing glance, yet the speedometer stayed at its regulated forty-five miles per hour. She would understand that something had kept me from her, kept me indisposed of and though I knew deep down that I did not deserve such devotion there was no denying how much I craved it. It tore at my heart to see her frown, or sad and her tears dissolved my resolve, almost dangerously so. Her smile however, was as radiant as the sun (though I would say nothing to encourage it verbal).
I did not have to do anything but glance at her and no matter what; she would always grace me with a smile that would astound me.
“Lost in You” Three Days Grace
She was heartbroken. The apartment they shared together was now emptier than it had been in the six years since they moved in. The lights were off and the few candles she had lit earlier illuminated the darkness she felt slipping out from her pores. She loved him, still did when she thought about it and it only made it hurt worse. He humiliated her, shattered her and expected it to be okay. Thousands, hell, millions of people had witnessed his admittance and now it would be forever recorded on network television and played for years to come.
The soft knock on her door was enough to rouse her attention, yet not enough to move her from her spot, the pillow underneath her head soaked with tears and regret. She was ignoring life, silently hating everyone she had trusted who had kept his secrets, pretending that it was not true. She was unsure of who wore the masks and whom she could count on.
“Rin,” a baritone voice called to her in a gentle tone she did not recognize.
“Go away,” she sniffled tiredly pulling the heavy comforter over her head in attempt to hide herself.
The silence was almost maddening, screaming her naivety and she was unsure if she would be able to keep herself together. The bed dipped next to her, strong hands slipping over her bare shoulder in comfort. It was an unfamiliar feeling, the heat that rose from her flesh at his touch. Cold air brushed against her from the comforter being pulled away sending gooseflesh down her spine.
“Sesshomaru please,” Rin felt his body mold around her, his fingers brushing away the strands of hair off her face and catching a few of the fallen tears by accident.
“InuYasha saw the program,” he was cautious, treading on thin ice. “I came as soon as I could.”
He did not see the surprised look on her face from where she was, but he felt the way her muscles tensed at his words. The phone calls had been pouring in nonstop since last week, some begging for an apology, some yelling at her for rolling over and not expressing her anger and hurt and even the few to blame her for his actions. As if it was somehow her fault that he felt the need to find love in another home; that if she had been a better girlfriend and a better woman, none of this would have happened. She did not have to give back the engagement ring, did not have to let him walk away, but she had and though she did not understand it, she was the reason for his “mistake”.
“Why did he do this to me?” Rin turned, slipping into Sesshomaru’s loose embrace and hiding her head in his chest. “Why couldn’t he have just told me instead of bringing me on national television?”
E/N: That's all I have for right now. "lost in you" turned out to be my all time favorite, I shouldn't be allowed to watch Jerry Springer.
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These are just a few shorts that I did not want to post one at a time... It would have felt pointless to me, since they all were "finished" lol I was playing around with the shuffle button on my laptop music... This is what I got... Hopefully more to come?
“Every Heart” (InuYasha Soundtrack)
Kohaku was dying. His blood pooled around his still form and Rin stood frozen in front of him. There was a demon hunting her, trying to claim its revenge with her flesh and though she knew she had to hide to keep herself safe, her feet would not budge. The roar of the crazed demon was behind her as she felt it charge, it would be coming now and though her mind screamed for her to run, she refused. Kohaku was dying, dying to protect the love he held for her and she had let him.
“Save him,” she begged feeling the tears slip down her face, the claws of the demon ripping at her flesh, tearing her muscles and draining her of life. “Please save him.”
“There will be a price,” The baritone voice shook her and her body flinched from her attacker.
“I don’t care,” if Kohaku died then there was no point of living, no point for anything and she felt her heart breaking.
“Say Anything (Else)” Cartel
She was done being disappointed. Her belongings were packed and thrown haphazardly into the back of her four-door sedan, and a few of things that she refused to part with as well. She did not care that he would be angry later, especially when he returned home for the night to see that she had swiped anything of value and left him a note of the most peculiar kind. Broken glass littered the expensive carpet and a concoction of grape juice and powdered Kool-Aid dripped down the white walls. She had used her lipstick to draw on the mirrors and anything she could get her hands on that she cared nothing for was destroyed.
Rin knew she would laugh last, even if only for the moment, but switching on her engine she no longer cared. She was tired of the bullshit, tired of the drama, and she was purging it, squeezing the head like a stubborn zit and after a while, she would feel more vindicated than she currently did.
It was time to explore the world.
“Kalimba” Mr. Scruff Ninja tuna
It was silly. We were not supposed to be playing in the study room, especially not with finger paints and though on any normal day I would have been scared to even try such a blasphemed act, I was not alone. Trouble, it seems, never was a solitary creature and with Kohaku beside me, it was hard to back down from a challenge. He was a shy boy, oddly so and I could not help but feel myself become the aggressor in our relationship.
He was frightened, I could tell by the way his deep brown eyes were dilated and wide, as if at any second we would be found and he would, in return, have to forfeit his life. It was silly because, although we were not supposed to be in this study, any damage sustained would not be of any consequence to me. It was Jaken’s sanctuary and not my Sesshomaru’s. I deemed it up for grabs so to speak. Bright yellows and blues danced across the walls, reds and oranges smeared on the spines of old books and their cases.
There was no denying such an act would bring about some consequence, leaning more towards punishment, but I was not as scared as Kohaku was, the front of his white shirt stained with the paints I had thrown at him. My Sesshomaru would be upset, for that I was certain, but I was positive that the amusement Jaken would bring while screaming would be well worth it.
“You Smile” Justin Beiber
I was late again. The clock on the dashboard reminded me with every passing glance, yet the speedometer stayed at its regulated forty-five miles per hour. She would understand that something had kept me from her, kept me indisposed of and though I knew deep down that I did not deserve such devotion there was no denying how much I craved it. It tore at my heart to see her frown, or sad and her tears dissolved my resolve, almost dangerously so. Her smile however, was as radiant as the sun (though I would say nothing to encourage it verbal).
I did not have to do anything but glance at her and no matter what; she would always grace me with a smile that would astound me.
“Lost in You” Three Days Grace
She was heartbroken. The apartment they shared together was now emptier than it had been in the six years since they moved in. The lights were off and the few candles she had lit earlier illuminated the darkness she felt slipping out from her pores. She loved him, still did when she thought about it and it only made it hurt worse. He humiliated her, shattered her and expected it to be okay. Thousands, hell, millions of people had witnessed his admittance and now it would be forever recorded on network television and played for years to come.
The soft knock on her door was enough to rouse her attention, yet not enough to move her from her spot, the pillow underneath her head soaked with tears and regret. She was ignoring life, silently hating everyone she had trusted who had kept his secrets, pretending that it was not true. She was unsure of who wore the masks and whom she could count on.
“Rin,” a baritone voice called to her in a gentle tone she did not recognize.
“Go away,” she sniffled tiredly pulling the heavy comforter over her head in attempt to hide herself.
The silence was almost maddening, screaming her naivety and she was unsure if she would be able to keep herself together. The bed dipped next to her, strong hands slipping over her bare shoulder in comfort. It was an unfamiliar feeling, the heat that rose from her flesh at his touch. Cold air brushed against her from the comforter being pulled away sending gooseflesh down her spine.
“Sesshomaru please,” Rin felt his body mold around her, his fingers brushing away the strands of hair off her face and catching a few of the fallen tears by accident.
“InuYasha saw the program,” he was cautious, treading on thin ice. “I came as soon as I could.”
He did not see the surprised look on her face from where she was, but he felt the way her muscles tensed at his words. The phone calls had been pouring in nonstop since last week, some begging for an apology, some yelling at her for rolling over and not expressing her anger and hurt and even the few to blame her for his actions. As if it was somehow her fault that he felt the need to find love in another home; that if she had been a better girlfriend and a better woman, none of this would have happened. She did not have to give back the engagement ring, did not have to let him walk away, but she had and though she did not understand it, she was the reason for his “mistake”.
“Why did he do this to me?” Rin turned, slipping into Sesshomaru’s loose embrace and hiding her head in his chest. “Why couldn’t he have just told me instead of bringing me on national television?”
E/N: That's all I have for right now. "lost in you" turned out to be my all time favorite, I shouldn't be allowed to watch Jerry Springer.
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