InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Parallel Dimensional Fairytale ❯ Prologue2: White ( Chapter 2 )

Inuyasha - A parallell dimensional fairytale

Guess what I don't own....

Well, introducing Inuyasha in this chapter I really wondered how much about him had to be explained. I mean in most stories I've read the author seemed to assume the fact that he's a hanyou is known and hardly explains anything about it. So I went with that and hope it is ok.

Prologue2

White

This really wasn't gonna be his day and he should have known.

He had avoken with a start as his heart had done a painful beat, his nose informing him immediately that he was at some unknown place and alone, thus not in direkt danger, but still his body had reacted instinctively and he had fallen to the ground in a defensive crouch within a matter of seconds.

Surprisingly his joints had cracked loudly and his musceles had ached as if they had not been used for quite a while. This had confused him because as far as he remembered the last time he had used them had been almost directly before he had fallen asleep the other night.

'Odd'

He then had considered opening his eyes but had decided to wait a little longer, as the room he found himself in, he'd guessed it was a rather large and empty room by the way the walls had reflected the little noise he'd been producing, had been brightly lit, too brightly for his sensitve eyes even through his eyelids. He'd relaxed a little and had tried to figure out were he was and what was going on while he'd gotten used to the light.

Having concentrated on his excelent sense of smell he soon had found that the room strangely seemed to be laking any scent of it's own. Normally even a totally empty room smelled at least of wood, paint or of the paste used to fix the wallpapers, but he'd smelled nothing besides what he'd recognised as his own scent and the very faint smell of paper and ink.

As soon as the greenish blur behind his eyelids had faded into a natural pink one he'd carefully opened his eyes, struggling some as they'd seemed to be unaturally dry, blinking a few times to moisten them and had taken in the sight that had presented itself to him.

He'd indeed been crouched down whith his back to the white wall of a large circular room with nothing in it, not even any recognisable surce of light and to his distress also without any visible exit.

He'd gotten up slowly and once again his joints had protested, not as loudley as before though, and turned around to see what it was he had fallen down from after waking up but found the wall behind him empty expect for a slight deepening in the form of a man's body, probably his own.

'...Riiight... So I was, like, glued to that wall then woke up and fell down....this makes no sense at all! How's that supposed to work? How'd I even get into this room? It fucking has no visible opening.'

Utterly confused he'd turned around again and had started to walk along the wall searching for a hidden door or another way out but he'd circeled the room without succes.

He'd glanced upwards intending to check out the ceiling but had simply found none. The wall enclosing him seemed to reach up endlessly, at least to high for him to distinguish any ending.

It had been about then that he started to panic, circling the room once again and then another time. He'd even tried to destroy the wall with his claws several times but they'd just slithered across the surface as if the wall was made of unbreakable glass.

If there was one thing he hated, maybe even was afraid of, it was being locked up inside a room without escape. He wasn't claustrophobic, it didn't matter wether the room was large or small, he just never felt at ease without the sky and behind that the endlessness of the universe above him.

He'd turned around helplessly and then had spotted something on the floor in the middle of the room the same moment as the faint scent of paper and ink had hit his nose again.

He'd leaped towards it immediately and picked it up.

It was a letter, handwritten and adressing...him.

Inuyasha

I assume you do have a large amount of questions right now and I can assure you, you will have them answered, just not now. A full explenation would cost too much time, time you don't have, for right now there are some more urgent matters to be taken care of. You'll have to go with the most basic facts for the moment.

Before you read this though, I must insist you take this letter serious, dead serious to be specific.

So here are some facts that should help you understand your current situation, both in the geographical and the metaphorical meaning of the word:

You are dead.

Inuyasha had stared at the letter unbelievingly.

'Dead? But...'

Your date of death is the 17th of Nobember 1984.

You died, you might or might not remember that, by a severe alcohol poisoning (Considering you are a hanyou and have a resistance to any kind of poison that is about two hundred times higher compared to humans standards, that isquite an achievement I would say.), or you would have, if you hadn't coked on your own vomit before.

He'd frowned, thought, then remembered. 'Yeah I had this feeling I could have overestimated my capacity a little.....the whole 'drink yourself to sleep' thing had recently begun to turn into more of a 'drink yourself to unconciousness' thing, after all.' But then he had fallen assleep, and everything'd been alright, or so he had thought. 'Choked on my own vomit? That's groce...but sure has tradition, that at least.'

Your soul though could not be released into reincarnation for it has a certain purpose to fullfill you will hear of later. Therefore it was cept in storage you could say, in the soul depot you find yourself in at the moment, to be released and given something I'll just call body to make things easier for now.

In a few minutes you'll happen to meet a girl. She's dead just like you but has died only a few hours ago on the

19th of May 2004. (You have been dead for almost twenty years now as you can see.)

"Twenty Years? Fuck!"

Her name is Kagome Higurashi.

Your meeting with her is of the utmost urgency you can imagine. I am not exagerating if I say the fate of the universe lies in yours and Kagome's hands. You are to explain the things mentioned in this letter to her and don't even think of doing otherwisely for that girl is your only way out of here.

To meet her you have to open the door on the opposite part of the wall you were stored at. To do so all you have to do is put the palms of your hands against that wall and say: ''Kagome''

That girl Kagome will most probably first appear to be helplessly confused, wich is because she fell....

He'd stopped reading. He'd needed no further information (or so he'd thought). There it was finally, his way out! Not wasting another second he'd spotted the place indicated in the letter and had leaped towards it. He'd put the letter into his rear pocket and his hands against the wall.

"Kagome"

First nothing had seemed to happen. Then the wall beneath his hands had wavered slightly and a piece of the wall, about the shape of a small door had disappeared.

Had he known by then what expected him he was certain he would never have stepped through that door.

Well, first everything had seemed alright the girl was were she was supposed to be and awake, the problem with her memory had been easy enough to solve to not really bother him.

When she had exploded like that at the comment he'd made about her acting like she'd never had a body before, he should have known she was going to cause him trouble. She had really been acting weird and he just had not been able to suppress the urge to joke about that, so what, he'd not wanted to insult her....not much at least...ok so maybe a little, that was not the point.

But when she'd screamed at him like that and had tried to tell him what to do, when she should have begged him to help her out of the whole mess they were in, he'd been the one to explode.

He'd thought he'd done a good job scaring her a little, showing her who was the boss and so on, and she more or less seemed to submit, she was just a little girl after all, and so, when she'd asked him to step back so she could see his face he'd seen no reason not to.

There was just one factor he had not paid attention to up to then, not that he really was to blame under the circumstances.

Inuyasha was a hanyou, half human and half dog-demon, living among humans in world where youkai had become so rare that mankind didn't even know of them existing.

He had a few rules set up for himself to make life among humans possible.

The first and most important rule was to conceal any signs of his youkai heritage, and so he hid his strength and speed (ok to say he hid them was a little exagerated perhaps..let's say he showed them to a level that was veeery impressive but not humanly impossible) aswell as he ALWAYS wore some hat or bandana or anything to cover his ears.

But when he had died, it had been night, he had been alone in his apartment exept for uncle Vodka ' and thus had not worn any headgear.

Unfortunately he had not been aware of that fact until that girl had asked him to step back and thankfully he had remembered then, just in time, but had found himself unable to deny her that request, aswell as he had realized she was going to see him eventually, either now or when she would try to fight her way out of that room if he kept denying her the exit, fietsy as she seemed to be.

So he'd thought it would be the best to just get through with it now and he'd spoken some words of warning or well, rather had begged her not to freak out, and stepped back, pondering on how this was just not going to be his day. (A.N.: Finally! The whole had, had, had was really starting to get on my nerves)

He had planned to be on guard and prepare for her sure to come scream. But his body gained control over his mind once again, (something he had gotten used to as the enlonged lifespan of a youkai came along with a ridiculously long period of adolescence.) and he forgot that plan immediately at the sight of her combined with her scent washing over him as she exited the dark room.

He had lived a long life and had seen innumerable amounts of beautiful women and girls but he still was sure she was the most beautiful one.

She wore one of those sailor suit school uniforms that always seemed to have been designed soley to awake the nastiest fantasies in every healthy man anyway. But seeing her he wondered what her mother had thought she was doing when she had let her daughter go to school in a uniform that fit her so well...too well.

The green skirt contradicted everything he knew about school dress codes (not that he had actually ever really been to school) and barely covered the thighs of her smooth, long legs and the blouse was not only so short that he caught glimpses of her abdomen as she moved, but also seemed to be a little..ok maybe way too tight, accentuating her...womaly assets in a way that made it impossible for him not to notice them moving.

Inuyasha swallowed and struggeled to tear his eyes of her nearly overly curvy body bouncing as she came to an halt in front of him and looked at her face instead.

He was glad she was not facing him that moment because he was sure that one look into her eyes would have been enough and he would have been done for.

While her body was quite a sight, impossibly curvy for a fifteen year old school girl (maybe not that, but way too curvy for him to feel comfortable), her face, framed by long, black, wavy hair, was simply breathtaking, eerie almost with her fair porcellain skin shimmering in the white light (Or did she shimmer herself? He wasn't quite sure).

Her face, somewhere between oval shaped and round, was adorned by a sweet nose, lips red and like those of a doll and, beneath elegantly curved black eyebrows, the most beautiful silvery blue grey eyes, large and framed by endlessly long lashes.

Staring in amazement and staring and staring he felt almost hypnotized and trapped by her eyes, like he was falling into them. Therefore it was a real miracle that he caught the movement of her eyes the moment her gaze travelled further upwards, but he did, and when he saw her expression turn into a puzzeled one all he thought was:

'Fuck. She saw them.'

Expecting her to scream he flattened his ears to his scull when she opened her mouth and was positively suprised when she did not scream but in a insecure tone just asked:

"Are those dog ears?"

His first urge was to just deny the existance of his ears and tell her to get a good therapist to help her with those delusions but he suppressed it.

That would only get her pissed off again and would not get him out any faster. Her reaction hadn't been as bad as he had expected it to be anyway so he just decided to go with the truth.

"Yeah, sort of."

"Are they real? I mean are those your real ears?"

"Yes."

He brushed away the hair besides his face that would normally have covered his human ears.

"You see? No ears there."

"So you are not human or something? Are you, like, a dog-human thingy? Some genetic experiment? Or did you have your normal ears replaced by those?"

"No. Why would anyone do that?!?"

"Who knows...What are you, then?"

"Look I'd love to explain this to you but at the moment we really don't have the time for this. We have to get out of here first and then I'm gonna tell you about me, ok?"

'Like hell.'

"Out of here? Oh yeah. Where are we, anyway? You were gonna answer that. And also why I am here...so?"

'Damn those bastards who ever they are. Why do I have to tell her? It's not like I really know anything myself. You would know if you had just finished reading that letter. Be quiet, I know that. Arrgh what to say..'

"You are dead." 'Uh veery sensitive.'

"N-nani?"

"Dead. You died today. What's the last thing you remember doing? Probably was something you rather should not have done."

"....I...I went after Buyo, my cat, he...he'd fallen down that old well again....or so I thought....but I stared as hard as I could and I didn't spot him....then.....Damn! He suddenly appeared at my legs and I started up and slipped...and I fell over the rim of the well.....but it isn't that deep,why am I dead?"

"Well sounds like you fell in head first so you probably broke your neck." 'Even more sensitive.'

"...I'm dead? Dead? Are you an angel then? Is this like heaven or something?"

"I have no idea." 'An angel?'

"What? B-but "

"You see, that's why I wanna get out of here as fast as possible. I don't really know what is going on myself, I'm dead too, you know, but I got this letter and it says someone's gonna tell me oncce I am out of here. And to get out of here I had to meet you and then...then!"

"What then?"

"Well I haven't read the letter that far. I thought the door to you also was the door out but it doesn't seem to be like that. So if you just keep quiet for a second, I'll see what we have to do next."

He fished the letter out of his pocket and unfolded it.

"No wait. Let me read, too."

She tried to snatch the letter from his hands but he held on to it.

"No way. That's my letter and I'm gonna read it. Stop tugging you are gonna rip it, stupid bitch."

"I told you not to call me bitch again. And your reading skills obviously can't be trusted as you failed to read the lettrer before so let me read it. I can read it out loud if you want to."

"Bitch."

"Illiterate Moron."

"Dellusional Cow."

"Getting along well already, as I see?"

They stared at each other for a second then turned their heads to see who had suddenly appeared and spoken those words.

Yeah...Second chapter. It's still not that long, but after the next one, when the actual action begins the chapters are going to be longer, too. hmmmm You can guess who the person having just appeared is, it's not that hard to figure out. Huh. I'll say as much: I personally like that character a lot, despite his...lecherous ways...damn now I gave it away...well nevermind.

About Inuyasha's comment when he found out that he died choing on his own vomit, the " That's groce...but sure has tradition, that at least." one, well for all of those who are no rock musik fans I'll explain it: Sadly during the sixties and seventies there many great Rock musicians shared one unhealthy tendency: taking way to many drugs and then one day taking too much of one, surprisingly often plain alcohol, dropping unconcious, and then, you've probably guessed already, choking on their own vomit. Yuck! Anyway as you will see in later chapters Inuyasha is very much a zeitzeuge of those occurances, and thus can't help to be a little proud when he realizes that he died the very same way Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison (I believe, at least) and many more did. 'tis just a stupid little allusion I felt I had to add, then realizing that it might need to be explained

Next chapter is called 'The task' but I secredly call it 'chapter from hell', you'll see why: