InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Parallel Dimensional Fairytale ❯ Prologue1: Black ( Chapter 1 )

Inuyasha - A parallel dimansional fairytale

Disclaimer: I don't own the series Inuyasha, neither the manga nor the anime, we all know who does, though.

Prologue 1

Black

Blackness.

As her mind slowly escaped unconciousness that was the first thing she saw, or rather did not see.

By the time she was fully awake she realized she was surrounded by darkness.

A darkness that was neither the twilighty kind you encounter at night, lying in your bed trying to sleep although you are sure that darkness lodges weird beings intending to cut off the tip of your nose as soon as you fall asleep, or the cineatic kind where ,while it is supposed to be dark, you still can make out every important detail.

No.

Not at all.

This was something she did not remember ever having experienced.It was the mother of all daknessess, the absolute, pure absence of light.

'Oh well', she thought dizzyly '

Might just as well close my eyes.',

and drifted back into unconciousness again.

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Some time later she awoke again, what time though she had no idea.

But this time the process of awaking had not passed as slowly as before.

She had jolted awake as an unknown feeling had tickeled something inside of her like electricity but it seemingly had passed now.

Her sourroundings had not changed a bit, or maybe they had, she couldn't be too sure as there was still not even the slightest ray of light cutting through the darkness. Concentrating on the next best of her senses she soon found that not only she could not see anything but also could not hear any noise, not even - and that ,to say the least, irritated her a lot - the ever present noise of her own breathing. Concentrating on her body she realised that in fact she could not feel her ribcage contracting and expanding indicating any lounge activity.

'So.... I guess that means I'm not breathing' she thought perplexed.'But what does THAT mean? I mean why would I not be breathing? Gods, this must be some sick dream I'm having. Yeah that's probably it. A dream. Alright.... but why would I dream about being unconcious and then waking to find myself in... nothing? '

She sighed..or rather tried to and failed for she currently seemed to be laking the requiered equipment to produce that kind of noise.

Thinking about it harder she found she was not sure she felt her own body the way she was used to. Like when you know you have arms because you can feel gravity pulling them down and you know you have legs because you can feel them touch your trousers or skirt.

' This is some stupid kind of dream. I mean if I sum that up I'm probably floating through a room full of nothing either naked or bodyless though I tend to belive the latter... this seriously sucks! That's really just boring! I mean aren't dreams supposed to be a way of the unconcious to cope with and sort out the things that happen to you throughout the day or something like that? Really I don't remember ever having.......FUCK!!'

She stopped dead in her inner ramblings , shocked, when in the moment she thought the word she realised that in fact she did not remember anything at all. She desperately scanned her own mind the best she could but found nothing.

No memory of any events before her first awakening in this dream, a dream that she began to doubt really was a dream.

Not the slightest hint on what her name was where she lived or even how old she was.

The only thing she seemed to remember was some general knowledge on physics for she knew of the phenomenon callad gravity and obviously some on psycology as she had some kind of an idea what dreams were normally supposed to be like, but that information just seemed to pop up in her head as soon as she needed it. She had no idea where it came from.

So all she posessed at the moment was that knowledge, hinting she'd experienced some sort of education, as well as a distant idea what her body normally felt like.

But most importantly she felt something that was best described as a deeply rooting sense of femininity.

'So I'm a woman. That's not much but something at least. So I probably have a woman's name like - '

"Kagome?"

"H-I-..Higurashi Kagome?"

Her eyes she wasn't so convinced she had had a second before snapped open at the voice suddenly invading the silence to search for it's source only to be greeted by a blazingly bright light, blinding her completely with it's intensity.

She groaned in agony and shut her eyes again.

While they got used to this sudden change, the light still painful even through her eyelids, she could hear an impatient sigh and the sound of someone shifting their position. Opening her eyes again she could finally make out the source of the light: A door-shaped opening leading to a brightly lit room of some kind. In that opening stood the probable source of the voice, a tall figure she could only see the shape of because the light came from the room behind that person.

Then said figure spoke again in a rough and unmistakably male voice, slowly and with feigned patience as if she were some retarded child that needed it's extra time to understand such a simple question:

"Are - you - Ka - go - me - Hi - gu - ra - shi ?"

Opening her mouth to snap at this rude...boy... she guessed by his voice, she realised that she really could make good use of that extra time:

She had no idea. '

Am I Kagome Higurashi? Well maybe... that name sure sounds familiar so..'

"...Yes..?"

Another sigh, then: "Keh! What's that supposed to mean? You stupid or something? I mean either you know who you are or you don't...or do you? ..wait lemme see..."

The boy looked at something in his right hand what appeared to be a piece of paper.

"Alright here it says you have fallen on your head and therefore might need to hear some more facts about yourself to remember so ... listen bitch does that sound familiar to you ?"

Getting more enraged by the boy with every insult he threw in her face so nonchalantly, she tried to concentrate on what he read to her, her need to find any solution to the mess she found herself in momentarily overweighing the need to strangle him for calling her 'bitch'.

"Kagome Higurashi." He read, "15 years, seven hours, forty minutes, thirty-two seconds, five... nah that won't help you any.''

He paused to check her reaction but when he showed no signs of recognition he continued.

"Living in an ancient Buddist shirine in Tokyo, Japan, with her mother grandfather and little brother? Attending junior highschool. Does that ring a bell?"

'Somehow.. '

"Hey wait! If you are fifteen years and a few hours old that means you had your birthday today. Now do you remember that perphaps? Look I'd really like to cut this short and get the hell out of here to-"

"DAMN IT! YES!!" she screamed.

"Kagome. That's my name now I got it .. Mama, Souta, Jii-chan, my birthday and the dried Kappa hand -uck that was groce- , Buyo ahhh that's - woha! Wait a second! How's it you know all this stuff about me? What's that paper you got there? What's going on here? Where the fuck is my body-"

"How about right where you left it bitch? Right beneath that loud mouth of yours."

"Eh? What are you talking about?"

"Your body. You asked where it was. But if I'm not dellusional, which I'm not, though you are appearantly, I'd say it's right in front of me where it should be."

"What the.."

She tilted her head down, wich was odd enough as she was sure without a body that should have been impossible, and was greeted by the pleasant sight of a girls body, assumably hers, clad in her sailorsuit-like school uniform, the old one, worn out and still a little too small, but the one she now remembered having put on that morning. Hesitatingly she raised her head again, lifting a hand to touch her face and her fingertips met the familiar curves and edges that formed her face. It was then that she realised that the feeling of floating was gone and had been replaced by the much less disturbing feeling of her feet touching the ground and gravity doing it's job properly and keeping them there.

She released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding and smiled, happy to at least have her body back.

She was so glad that she even found herself willing to forgive the boy for calling her dellusional in a moment of generosity when he groaned impatiently and spoke again:

" Look, bitch, I'm really happy for you that you found each other again, you and that runaway body of yours, but just as I said I really wanna get the hell out of here so let's just get this through -"

He waved with the sheet in his hand. "- and then you two can have a big party OK?"

'That's it. Forget generosity, forget forgiving that asshole.'

"You bastard! Who do you think you are? You think this is funny? Well I don't cause I don't have some paper telling me what's going on or why I am here I am just scared as hell and am NOT going to take any shit from you asshole . And now fucking step back so I can see your stupid face while you are answering my questions!"

She screamed, still being very much stressed out by the whole situation and her already weakened tolerance for the boy's attitude finally being destroyed by his patronising tone.

He did not step back though. Instead he took a step forward so fast Kagome didn't realise what was going on until he towered over her and in a low voice snarled:

"Bitch! Who do I think I am? Keh! Just who do you think you are? Ordering me around like that. Just as you said I got the answers to your questions in my hands so you better behave or I'm just gonna leave you here despite what those stupid papers tell me to do. You got that? And don't you fucking dare calling me bastard again, wench!"

He took a breath and in a little calmer but once again patronising voice said:

"Now if you ask me nicely enough I might feel like answering to you."

His teeth flashed whitely even in the meager light as he stepped back again, grinning, obviously.

Kagome bit her tounge forcefully as she tried to subdue her temper because really, as much as she hated to admit it, that jerk probably was the only orientation she had to find a way out of the mess she found herself in right now, while at the same time she tried to hide the fact that her knees were still shaking slightly, he had scared her a lot after all, suddenly appearing in front of her, staring at her, his eerily gleeming eyes narrowed to slits.

Finally, when she considered it safe to open her mouth and not verbally abuse him, she managed to articulate a somewhat polite demand, struggling to keep the sarcasm out of it:

"Now if you'd 'please' be so kind as to take a few steps back so I am able to leave this room and finally see who I'm talking to as well as then have the generosity to answer some rather urgent questions I have my thankfulness really would know no ending."

Well. She had tried.

But the boy seemed satified enough, smugly saying: "You see? Wasn't too hard, was it?"

And his grin grew even wider from what she could see.

"No."

'No. Just makes me wanna scratch your eyes out.'

"Right, now I am gonna go into that room behind me BUT -"

He stopped her when she tried to step forward eager to leave the creepy nothing behind her.

"BUT you have to promise me not to freak out and scream or anything."

'Scream? Freak out? What the..?'

"No, I mean yes I won't scream I promise."

'I'll try at least...what's up with that boy?'

Then finally he turned around and took a few steps into the white room behind him closely followed by Kagome, who casted a last look back into the darkness she came out of. She turned her head and found him standing in front of her tensely, looking at her rather insecure now, contradicting what he had shown of his character so far, as if he were expecting her to scream despite her promise not to.

So she stood and watched him closely searching for the any reason he'd made her promise that.

But she found nothing offending or scaring in his appearence, quite the opposite in fact.

The very, very opposite really.

He was, she decided, one of the, if not the, most handsome boy or man she'd seen in her life.

He was tall, she not even reached to his shoulder she estimated, well built with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, muscular all over but in the slim kind of way (the way she preferred, bien sur!) from what she could see through his red t-shirt an jeans, his face contradicting the adult build of his body with it's rather boyish features, but breathtaking nontheless, cheekbones at the perfect height, a natural, very slight tan and a mouth that could only be described as perfect as well as his nose.

Most striking though, were his eyes.

Now Kagome understood why they had gleemed the way they had even in the twilight of the room behind them: They were just as large as they were golden, not yellow or lightbrown but warm, molten gold.

And staring into her own at that very moment with all sorts of unreadable emotions flickering through them.

His eyes and the unique tone of his hair, a silvery, very light blonde she guessed, although it rather appeared to be silvery-white, gave him an exotic touch, and that combined with that adonis body and his wild and somehow animalistic aura....she felt herself nearly sway a little when her whole gut clenched and all kinds of fluttering insects seemed to choose that moment to come to life in her stomach as those incredible eyes continued to stare into her own.

'WOW! Such a shame he's such an arrogant jerk. This is just ....wait! what's that on top of his head?'

When she opened her mouth to ask just that, hesitating at the boldness of that question he flinched, probably expecting her to scream now, and the movement on top of his head confirmed what she had guessed. So she just went ahead and asked:

"Are those dog-ears?"

Right. I didn't want to spoil any effect the chapter could possibly have with stupid author's notes so I put them at the end.

Now....What to say... yes first of all I really would of course really like to know what you think of my story so far. I know the plot is not distinguishable (does that word even exist?) by now, but my main insecurity does not concern the plot but the language. English is not my, how do you say, first language (?). I learned it at school (and reading fanfiction) and I'm only seventeen ( I was when I wrote this now that I'm rereading it to post it I've turned 18 already) so I have no idea wether my style and grammar is even bearable to read, I'd like to know about that, most of all. (You can guess what country I'm from if you want to, I'd like to see if someone guesses right.)

As to the story itself: I think it's going to be rather long, fifteen chapters at least I'd say (Wait. that isn't very long now, is it?). The chapters are going to be longer than this and the next one, though. I have a few chapters writen already and will post them soon after the first two introductional ones called, Oh the creativity, black and white. Sadly I'm writing rather slow as not only I sometimes have to look up certain words but also my typing is by far not as fast as I would like it to be , but if I'm motivated I do manage to write a chapter or maybe even two per week. So motivate me if you really like this story....

That's it so far I think.....

Ack! that last sentence is so klichee, I know, but I couldn't help it, this is Inuyasha fanfiction after all! Without stupid comments about THE EARS it just wouldn't be the real thing, would it?