InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Aiko Kita Kaze (Beloved North Wind) ❯ KitaKaze: North Wind ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Muneca2Sexy 
Who is the hunky silver haired demon?
What is that intriguing scent and where will lead?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 781 | Visits: 160 | Status: Work In Progress
Who is the hunky silver haired demon?
What is that intriguing scent and where will lead?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 781 | Visits: 160 | Status: Work In Progress
I’m new to this but when my friend told me about this I had to try.
(Hopefully you know I don’t own inuyasha though I love the show. Also I don’t know Japanese so even though it’s a Japanese anime this story won’t have all the things right. Sorry! If I mess something up bare with me I‘ll try to fix it, with your help I hope.)
Kitakaze: North wind
Aiko kitakaze (Beloved north wind) smiled down at the purple lavender blossom blowing in the wind.
“It’s time for me to leave little blossom, remember no matter how the wind blows do not bow to it…” The wind rapped around Aiko, swirling her pale jade kimono around her. Till it seemed as though she disappeared. Her voice still echoing her warning to the lavender blossom, not to bend to the north wind.
Sesshoumaru paused thinking of Rin, Jaken had better had taken care of her while he was gone. Though he for the most part he felt humans were beneath him. Rin seemed to have curled around his heart. He frowned at his thoughts. This is exactly why he decided he needed to go against inuyasha by himself. He started to smell the sent of humans, many humans. It was sickening; he did not know how his half demon brother could stand to travel with so many. Love he thought, what nonsense. His brother, Inuyasha, had twice fallen in love with humans. As he thought how he could have lost to inuyasha again, his anger raged. The wind blow suddenly making his long blue white hair dance around his face, cooling his growing rage.
Aiko flew through the air in the form of wind, reveling in the feeling of flight but hating having to follow the course of the north wind. As she danced and twirled she seen the most beautifully handsome man dressed in white, red and black, with blue white hair, red markings on his cheeks, a Red Crescent moon on his fore head, and red above his golden eyes. He stood tall and strong holding his shoulder by a tree where an imprisoned dragon slept. She flew to him curling around his face, blowing his hair and brushing a kiss upon his cheek. He could not sense her, she knew so she pretended she was free to live and embraced him in a quick whorl wind. She quickly noticed he was hurt and oddly enough she was saddened by it. She felt the wind pulling her into her solid form and flew a way from the white haired man. Sesshoumaru stayed very still while the wind curled around him smelling of lavender. He sensed nothing but his finely tuned intuition was telling him the wind was no normal wind. Then suddenly it streaked away from him, and as it moved farther a way a woman formed running the same direction the wind had blown. She seemed translucent at first. Her long glittering silver hair trailed behind her almost blending in with the air, a crown of lavender blossom on her head. She wore a kimono of the palest jade color decorated with lavender blossoms. Her smell was intoxicating, wild lavender and the smell of fresh mountain air. This intrigued him, who was she and what did she want with him? He frowned lightly, he had no time for this he had to get back to the western lands where he ruled and make sure all was as it should be.
The farther she ran from him the more she wanted to turn back. I’ll leave it to him, she thought. Aiko turned around and glided backward. Her arms stretched out to him, a smile on her lips. She saw him watching her with an unreadable face. So strong and mysterious. What is wrong with me? she wondered. I am Kaze’s and will always be Kaze’s. Sesshoumaru watch as the women turned still running, more like gliding he thought. She was beautiful, he has seen many beautiful women but she was different some how. Her silver hair streamed in her delicate face, her skin was lightly bronzed, her eyes ice blue, and her lips full and pouty curved into a smile. Her arms out as if reaching for him, her draping sleeves covering her hands. Would he follow her? Aiko did not think so. She turned and disappeared into the forest, hoping the wind carried her to him again.
(Hopefully you know I don’t own inuyasha though I love the show. Also I don’t know Japanese so even though it’s a Japanese anime this story won’t have all the things right. Sorry! If I mess something up bare with me I‘ll try to fix it, with your help I hope.)
Kitakaze: North wind
Aiko kitakaze (Beloved north wind) smiled down at the purple lavender blossom blowing in the wind.
“It’s time for me to leave little blossom, remember no matter how the wind blows do not bow to it…” The wind rapped around Aiko, swirling her pale jade kimono around her. Till it seemed as though she disappeared. Her voice still echoing her warning to the lavender blossom, not to bend to the north wind.
Sesshoumaru paused thinking of Rin, Jaken had better had taken care of her while he was gone. Though he for the most part he felt humans were beneath him. Rin seemed to have curled around his heart. He frowned at his thoughts. This is exactly why he decided he needed to go against inuyasha by himself. He started to smell the sent of humans, many humans. It was sickening; he did not know how his half demon brother could stand to travel with so many. Love he thought, what nonsense. His brother, Inuyasha, had twice fallen in love with humans. As he thought how he could have lost to inuyasha again, his anger raged. The wind blow suddenly making his long blue white hair dance around his face, cooling his growing rage.
Aiko flew through the air in the form of wind, reveling in the feeling of flight but hating having to follow the course of the north wind. As she danced and twirled she seen the most beautifully handsome man dressed in white, red and black, with blue white hair, red markings on his cheeks, a Red Crescent moon on his fore head, and red above his golden eyes. He stood tall and strong holding his shoulder by a tree where an imprisoned dragon slept. She flew to him curling around his face, blowing his hair and brushing a kiss upon his cheek. He could not sense her, she knew so she pretended she was free to live and embraced him in a quick whorl wind. She quickly noticed he was hurt and oddly enough she was saddened by it. She felt the wind pulling her into her solid form and flew a way from the white haired man. Sesshoumaru stayed very still while the wind curled around him smelling of lavender. He sensed nothing but his finely tuned intuition was telling him the wind was no normal wind. Then suddenly it streaked away from him, and as it moved farther a way a woman formed running the same direction the wind had blown. She seemed translucent at first. Her long glittering silver hair trailed behind her almost blending in with the air, a crown of lavender blossom on her head. She wore a kimono of the palest jade color decorated with lavender blossoms. Her smell was intoxicating, wild lavender and the smell of fresh mountain air. This intrigued him, who was she and what did she want with him? He frowned lightly, he had no time for this he had to get back to the western lands where he ruled and make sure all was as it should be.
The farther she ran from him the more she wanted to turn back. I’ll leave it to him, she thought. Aiko turned around and glided backward. Her arms stretched out to him, a smile on her lips. She saw him watching her with an unreadable face. So strong and mysterious. What is wrong with me? she wondered. I am Kaze’s and will always be Kaze’s. Sesshoumaru watch as the women turned still running, more like gliding he thought. She was beautiful, he has seen many beautiful women but she was different some how. Her silver hair streamed in her delicate face, her skin was lightly bronzed, her eyes ice blue, and her lips full and pouty curved into a smile. Her arms out as if reaching for him, her draping sleeves covering her hands. Would he follow her? Aiko did not think so. She turned and disappeared into the forest, hoping the wind carried her to him again.