InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Anything For Love ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 525 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 525 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own nothing, well I own stuff, just not this stuff okay?
Sorry about any/all spelling grammar mistakes, I need new glasses and yep...
Anything for love
By Miztikal-Dragon
Prologue:
Screams and cries of pain rang out into the darkness, night had fallen hours before and when the last candle in the village had finally flickered out, glowing eyes of all colors, shapes, and sizes became alive. There were hundreds of them, give or take a few, but they had come to this abandoned village searching for something they had never before seen. Power, an indescribable power that teased and tickled senses and each demon wanted it for themselves. So they searched all day for this feeling to return and when it did, they lay waiting eagerly until they could have it.
Village men grabbed pitchforks after the first screams and explosions, and attacked the hell beasts, most giving up their lives to try and save their families. The dead lay haphazardly on the ground, limbs that had been torn off thrown feet, sometimes yards away. The smaller demons fed hungrily on the corpses, ripping flesh and muscle tissue from bone, devouring the men and drinking the blood like vampires. They swooped in from the air, shot out of the ground, or catapulted themselves from trees and rooftops. It was a planned massacre.
The men, women, children, and elderly that were incapable of fighting hid in hay, or places that were hoped not to be expected, yet eventually everyone was found. Mothers cringed holding their children close as they listened to the blood curdling screams and sounds of neighbors dying. The monk who had come to the village earlier was laying in a heap on the floor, his lower torso completely gone. Some huts erupted into flames as demons sought out the power, they knew it was there, they could feel it boiling their blood and giving them more strength than they had before.
A small family of three cowered in the darkness, arms wrapped around each other, their bodies trembling in fear their heads ducked down hiding their silently crying faces and their terrified eyes. The demons had come without any warning, one moment their humble family was sitting down for dinner, grandpa talking up a storm about gossip and the next they were hiding for survival. The eldest woman held the remaining members of her family close, her fingers clutching them like a last lifeline, but she knew it was all in vain. The beasts would find them and would devour them like they had the other villagers and she knew exactly what they were looking for.
The Shikon Jewel.
A priestess had come to the village years before, blood trailing her feet, ebony hair disheveled, and dark black eyes that showed the hidden evil within each soul. The priestess had died that night in the village elder’s small hut and with the empty body a single pink jewel that sparkled like the river water, however it too disappeared along with the said priestess’ life and now the demon’s were coming for it. They were coming for the phantom jewel that had left but whose powers remained. That sacred jewel had cursed the small village and now it was paying the price for an unknown crime.
Gathering her bearings, she pulled her children to her chest and whispered instructions into their ears. Almost inaudible protests were given but left on deaf ears, they would follow because all there was left to do was survive.
“Go,” her tears fell down her face as she pushed her children away. “You’ve got to get away from this place, anywhere is better, just go.”
Two pairs of frightened eyes gazed up at her and with the nod of a head, the eldest slipped a pale hand around the younger one and with the utmost caution they ran. Fire and death was all around them, screams from the demons and from villagers were burned into their ears and the back of their minds. There was no certainty that they’d make it out alive, but they had to try.
“Come on Souta,” A soft voice cried softly. “We gotta hurry before they spot us.”
The village was behind them, trees in front, the dry grass slapping against bare feet as they ran. There was no known destination, just the knowing of having to get away no matter what the cost. A roar broke out through the night’s silence and the two of them risked a glance back as their hut crumbled to the ground. Hearts stopped and the scream of the boy was loud as he called out for his mother.
“Mama!” He cried hysterically, “Kagome! We’ve got to go back for her!”
“We can’t,” tears were falling down her face. “We can’t, they’ll kill us for sure, we’ve got to get farther away or they’ll find us.”
Souta struggled against his older sister’s hand and in desperation Kagome picked up her brother and ran away from the burning village. She could feel them coming closer, they had heard them and it would be a miracle if they could get away. Her brother’s fingers clutched her clothing and she held him closer running deeper into the foliage, her heart pounding so fast she thought it would burst from her very chest.
The wind was loud in her ears and she gasped for air as she ran, they were catching up and despite the adrenaline rushing through her keeping her going, her body felt like a ton. Nearly slipping on a rough patch of the ground, Kagome struggled to keep a hold of her brother as she jumped down a little cliff. She knew these backwoods like the back of her hand, however, never before had she traveled a nighttime like the devil was at her heels and she knew she was lost.
Claws reached out for her, nicking her arms and yukata, tearing the clothing and drawing blood. With no time to scream, Kagome tripped over her own feet and tumbled forwards, rolling down rocks and all she could do was hold Souta close. She could feel the demons surrounding her, closing in on her and fighting the blackness at the corner of her eyes, she screamed as loud as she could before it consumed her.
E/N: KYAH! I don't know what I'm doing anymore! TT-TT Well that's all that you get for now. I've got this killer case of writer's block and I don't know how to get rid of it. I cry mucho mucho! Please drop me a line and tell me what you think so far. Next chapter will be out asap. (puts away her pitchfork) I leave now.
-Krystal-
Sorry about any/all spelling grammar mistakes, I need new glasses and yep...
Anything for love
By Miztikal-Dragon
Prologue:
Screams and cries of pain rang out into the darkness, night had fallen hours before and when the last candle in the village had finally flickered out, glowing eyes of all colors, shapes, and sizes became alive. There were hundreds of them, give or take a few, but they had come to this abandoned village searching for something they had never before seen. Power, an indescribable power that teased and tickled senses and each demon wanted it for themselves. So they searched all day for this feeling to return and when it did, they lay waiting eagerly until they could have it.
Village men grabbed pitchforks after the first screams and explosions, and attacked the hell beasts, most giving up their lives to try and save their families. The dead lay haphazardly on the ground, limbs that had been torn off thrown feet, sometimes yards away. The smaller demons fed hungrily on the corpses, ripping flesh and muscle tissue from bone, devouring the men and drinking the blood like vampires. They swooped in from the air, shot out of the ground, or catapulted themselves from trees and rooftops. It was a planned massacre.
The men, women, children, and elderly that were incapable of fighting hid in hay, or places that were hoped not to be expected, yet eventually everyone was found. Mothers cringed holding their children close as they listened to the blood curdling screams and sounds of neighbors dying. The monk who had come to the village earlier was laying in a heap on the floor, his lower torso completely gone. Some huts erupted into flames as demons sought out the power, they knew it was there, they could feel it boiling their blood and giving them more strength than they had before.
A small family of three cowered in the darkness, arms wrapped around each other, their bodies trembling in fear their heads ducked down hiding their silently crying faces and their terrified eyes. The demons had come without any warning, one moment their humble family was sitting down for dinner, grandpa talking up a storm about gossip and the next they were hiding for survival. The eldest woman held the remaining members of her family close, her fingers clutching them like a last lifeline, but she knew it was all in vain. The beasts would find them and would devour them like they had the other villagers and she knew exactly what they were looking for.
The Shikon Jewel.
A priestess had come to the village years before, blood trailing her feet, ebony hair disheveled, and dark black eyes that showed the hidden evil within each soul. The priestess had died that night in the village elder’s small hut and with the empty body a single pink jewel that sparkled like the river water, however it too disappeared along with the said priestess’ life and now the demon’s were coming for it. They were coming for the phantom jewel that had left but whose powers remained. That sacred jewel had cursed the small village and now it was paying the price for an unknown crime.
Gathering her bearings, she pulled her children to her chest and whispered instructions into their ears. Almost inaudible protests were given but left on deaf ears, they would follow because all there was left to do was survive.
“Go,” her tears fell down her face as she pushed her children away. “You’ve got to get away from this place, anywhere is better, just go.”
Two pairs of frightened eyes gazed up at her and with the nod of a head, the eldest slipped a pale hand around the younger one and with the utmost caution they ran. Fire and death was all around them, screams from the demons and from villagers were burned into their ears and the back of their minds. There was no certainty that they’d make it out alive, but they had to try.
“Come on Souta,” A soft voice cried softly. “We gotta hurry before they spot us.”
The village was behind them, trees in front, the dry grass slapping against bare feet as they ran. There was no known destination, just the knowing of having to get away no matter what the cost. A roar broke out through the night’s silence and the two of them risked a glance back as their hut crumbled to the ground. Hearts stopped and the scream of the boy was loud as he called out for his mother.
“Mama!” He cried hysterically, “Kagome! We’ve got to go back for her!”
“We can’t,” tears were falling down her face. “We can’t, they’ll kill us for sure, we’ve got to get farther away or they’ll find us.”
Souta struggled against his older sister’s hand and in desperation Kagome picked up her brother and ran away from the burning village. She could feel them coming closer, they had heard them and it would be a miracle if they could get away. Her brother’s fingers clutched her clothing and she held him closer running deeper into the foliage, her heart pounding so fast she thought it would burst from her very chest.
The wind was loud in her ears and she gasped for air as she ran, they were catching up and despite the adrenaline rushing through her keeping her going, her body felt like a ton. Nearly slipping on a rough patch of the ground, Kagome struggled to keep a hold of her brother as she jumped down a little cliff. She knew these backwoods like the back of her hand, however, never before had she traveled a nighttime like the devil was at her heels and she knew she was lost.
Claws reached out for her, nicking her arms and yukata, tearing the clothing and drawing blood. With no time to scream, Kagome tripped over her own feet and tumbled forwards, rolling down rocks and all she could do was hold Souta close. She could feel the demons surrounding her, closing in on her and fighting the blackness at the corner of her eyes, she screamed as loud as she could before it consumed her.
E/N: KYAH! I don't know what I'm doing anymore! TT-TT Well that's all that you get for now. I've got this killer case of writer's block and I don't know how to get rid of it. I cry mucho mucho! Please drop me a line and tell me what you think so far. Next chapter will be out asap. (puts away her pitchfork) I leave now.
-Krystal-