InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Anything For Love ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 3 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 332 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 332 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, never will, but a girl can dream.
Warnings: Gore, possible spelling/grammar mistakes... If you see them and you wanna complain, write it in your diary! It's 5:40 in the morning and I'm posting this while I'm barely coherent!
Anything For Love
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter two
Crows were everywhere, their onyx silky feathers glowing ominously as they fed savagely on a small form. It was a human body and a tiny one, perhaps merely a child. Dark red blood, almost black stained and circled around it, pale and now purple looking skin glow, the light being shaded by the overlapping tree branches. A single hand was lifelessly outstretched in his direction, dirty nails digging into the grass, a glistening white bone sticking out from the two middle knuckles.
His stomach churned again and the back of his throat burned as the cold water he once consumed rushed out from his mouth along with stomach acid and chunks of undigested food onto the ground just in front of his knees. His eyes shut tight, tears stinging the corner of his eyes as he clutched his sides, begging who ever to let his nerves calm, just so he could keep at least something in his stomach.
It took longer than he expected, breathing deeply, his violet eyes closed tightly, calming down the rapid beating of his heart. If he wasn’t human he wouldn’t have to deal with pathetic things as getting sick over death, emotions that appeared out of nowhere. Sadness, sympathy, guilt, there were so many others, however he fought tooth and nail to keep them at bay. Scowling he rose shakily to his feet, using the nearest tree trunk to keep him standing straight. Those crows were worse than demons and some in actuality were, their red eyes staring into him, their beaks digging into the cold dead skin and ripping muscle from bone and devouring it. They were teasing him, showing him that they were more powerful than he was, but he knew different.
The sword was old and battered, some of the blade chipped with excess usage and improper care, but if fit perfectly in his hand, molding to it, becoming a part of him. Able to gather his bearings, he neared the scene, scaring away some of the crows, sending them hiding into the canopy bed, their caws loud and making him growl deep in his throat with irritation. Damn beats, stupid creatures, fucking bottom feeders in the food chain, that’s all they were. Evil omens, creatures of the devils, the raven or crow, all symbols of death and all meaningless in his eyes, they needed to be eradicated.
Bringing his sword down easily above the crow demon, it fled, it’s screeching louder than the others, threatening incomprehensibly it’s future revenge. Like he cared though as he worried down on his bottom lip staring down at the child’s mutilated corpse. He was angry at himself because he hadn’t been there to save the boy, to hear his screams as he died without even a chance at survival. He may not have been there to save the poor child, but on the other hand he refused to abandon the body, before the sun could set he would make the unfortunate child a grave to rest in. He deserved that much if not more.
Pulling off his shirt and folding it, he placed it on a near by branch before he used his sword to tear up the ground. It no longer received as much action as he would have liked, but then again he couldn’t really use the piece of metal the way that he wanted to in the first place so what did it matter in the end? It was a tough job, especially without the proper tools and night had fallen long before he was halfway finished. Muscles ached, sweat stuck to his body, running down his face, stinging his eyes, his long hair clung to his back and he was sure that he smelled like rotten fruit.
Dawn brightened up the dark sky and chased away the night just as he was able to maneuver the corpse of a small boy, maybe around the age of seven or eight and drag the bloody body into the rather large hole now in the ground. Brown eyes had been open wide and staring blankly at him and he merely suppressed a shudder before closing the dead orbs, it was so unnerving. Climbing out of the hole, he sat down propping himself up against a near by tree, using his arm to wipe away the sticky sweat gathering at his brow. He wasn’t fit to be an undertaker, yet that’s what he felt he was at the moment. A cold breeze had chills running up his body, gooseflesh swarming his now cold skin.
How did such a young child get so far out into the woods by himself? The nearest town was miles away and even if the kid had somehow made it out of the village, the demons inside the forest would have torn him limb from limb before he could get a mile or so if not sooner. What was going on? What was the entire story? Letting out a heavy sigh, he removed his arm from his eyes and gazed at the hole he’d dug for the child. Another life had been taken away, it didn’t matter what age, sex, or status, death and cruelty took anybody and on a few occasions exploited the poor person who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
He waited a few more minutes before getting to his feet, his hands grabbing for his shirt as he began piling the dirt onto the already dirty fabric. It would be a lot quicker and easier to use his shirt like a bucket or bowl, though it would no doubt the article of clothing. Rolling his eyes in irritation he grunted lifting the cloth only to dump the heavy soil onto the corpse below. He didn’t know any type of prayers to say that would guide the kid to the after life, so he merely worked in silence, hoping that the child would somehow find his way.
The growling of his stomach let him know that food was essential from his position outstretch on the ground. The sun was already high in the air and his head lolled over to the other side as he scratched his stomach. Exhaustion had overwhelmed him after he had finished burying the boy, the blood already having soaked into the ground, never to allow any beautiful plants to grow in the patch of black. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep for, but the hazy feeling of his head gave him the impression that it wasn’t long enough. Long ebony strands of his hair fell over his eyes, he needed to get going, needed to look for that damn horse if it was the last thing he’d do and this time, he really would eat it for dinner! He was hungry enough that he wouldn’t put it past himself not to.
Groaning to himself, he pushed on his elbows till he was sitting half way up, being lazy sure sounded nice, though it would only delay him. He had things to do, people to find, and questions that needed answering. Things that were more important than one dead little boy in a seemingly empty forest. Brushing off his pants, he stretched out, flinching as joints popped uneasily in his hips and lower back. Oh yeah it was a pleasurable pain that he could afford at the moment if it meant temporary relief to his tired body.
Leaves shook from the trees and he barely had time to cover himself as the crow demon from earlier swooped down. Sharp deadly talons nicking flesh and tearing skin, throwing him to his hands and knees as a loud caw like laughter ripped throughout the air, the large black beast disappearing back into the green foliage surrounding the man. He cursed under his breath, his hands curling into fists, his long hair spilling over his shoulders, violet eyes burning with more than just dislike.
That bird would die! Dinner fucking served!
Silence was suffocating for him, only the loud inhale and exhale of his own breath his company and glancing up to the trees feet away his eyes froze. Jumping to his feet, he stalked closer to the solid tan colored enormous rocks. He thought he saw something, something that didn’t fit in, and it made his heart begin to race with nervousness. His hands dug into the crevices as footholds, using his arms to pull him off the ground, something was definitely up there. Dried blood splotched over some parts of tan and dark brown, blending into the scenery, it was unnerving.
He slipped once or twice, almost falling back to the ground and possibly injuring himself, however he was able to steady himself. Carefully reaching up over a small cliff, his hand searched for something he could use to pull himself up and his heart skipped a beat as his fingers brushed against something cold and wet. Some of his questions about the dead boy were answered as his hand came back, blood covering his fingertips. His eyes went wide and he practically dragged himself up and finally able to get himself up, he felt the pit of his stomach drop to his feet.
Alabaster skin was purple and green with bruises, cuts and scratches, onyx hair covering the face and hiding the person from his view. Who ever it was, they were still a few feet above him but he could plainly see what his hand had touched. A single hand lay outstretched, reaching out to him, long slender fingers clutched around a ripped piece of cloth and the silent dripping of blood as it ran down pale skin. The cloth resembled the clothing of the small boy, the small dead boy.
“Oh god what happened here?”
E/N: graphic ne? well if not that's cool too! Sorry about such the long wait, my love life went from non-existant, to suddenly full, and my bottom wisdom teeth are coming in. OOOsh! I still haven't named the main character so far, but I'm sure that you already know who it is, if not, keep guessing! Thankz for all the comments! The next chapter will be up ASAP! Questions-Comments? Email me or Leave a review! Which ever fits your fantsy!
-Krystal-
Warnings: Gore, possible spelling/grammar mistakes... If you see them and you wanna complain, write it in your diary! It's 5:40 in the morning and I'm posting this while I'm barely coherent!
Anything For Love
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter two
Crows were everywhere, their onyx silky feathers glowing ominously as they fed savagely on a small form. It was a human body and a tiny one, perhaps merely a child. Dark red blood, almost black stained and circled around it, pale and now purple looking skin glow, the light being shaded by the overlapping tree branches. A single hand was lifelessly outstretched in his direction, dirty nails digging into the grass, a glistening white bone sticking out from the two middle knuckles.
His stomach churned again and the back of his throat burned as the cold water he once consumed rushed out from his mouth along with stomach acid and chunks of undigested food onto the ground just in front of his knees. His eyes shut tight, tears stinging the corner of his eyes as he clutched his sides, begging who ever to let his nerves calm, just so he could keep at least something in his stomach.
It took longer than he expected, breathing deeply, his violet eyes closed tightly, calming down the rapid beating of his heart. If he wasn’t human he wouldn’t have to deal with pathetic things as getting sick over death, emotions that appeared out of nowhere. Sadness, sympathy, guilt, there were so many others, however he fought tooth and nail to keep them at bay. Scowling he rose shakily to his feet, using the nearest tree trunk to keep him standing straight. Those crows were worse than demons and some in actuality were, their red eyes staring into him, their beaks digging into the cold dead skin and ripping muscle from bone and devouring it. They were teasing him, showing him that they were more powerful than he was, but he knew different.
The sword was old and battered, some of the blade chipped with excess usage and improper care, but if fit perfectly in his hand, molding to it, becoming a part of him. Able to gather his bearings, he neared the scene, scaring away some of the crows, sending them hiding into the canopy bed, their caws loud and making him growl deep in his throat with irritation. Damn beats, stupid creatures, fucking bottom feeders in the food chain, that’s all they were. Evil omens, creatures of the devils, the raven or crow, all symbols of death and all meaningless in his eyes, they needed to be eradicated.
Bringing his sword down easily above the crow demon, it fled, it’s screeching louder than the others, threatening incomprehensibly it’s future revenge. Like he cared though as he worried down on his bottom lip staring down at the child’s mutilated corpse. He was angry at himself because he hadn’t been there to save the boy, to hear his screams as he died without even a chance at survival. He may not have been there to save the poor child, but on the other hand he refused to abandon the body, before the sun could set he would make the unfortunate child a grave to rest in. He deserved that much if not more.
Pulling off his shirt and folding it, he placed it on a near by branch before he used his sword to tear up the ground. It no longer received as much action as he would have liked, but then again he couldn’t really use the piece of metal the way that he wanted to in the first place so what did it matter in the end? It was a tough job, especially without the proper tools and night had fallen long before he was halfway finished. Muscles ached, sweat stuck to his body, running down his face, stinging his eyes, his long hair clung to his back and he was sure that he smelled like rotten fruit.
Dawn brightened up the dark sky and chased away the night just as he was able to maneuver the corpse of a small boy, maybe around the age of seven or eight and drag the bloody body into the rather large hole now in the ground. Brown eyes had been open wide and staring blankly at him and he merely suppressed a shudder before closing the dead orbs, it was so unnerving. Climbing out of the hole, he sat down propping himself up against a near by tree, using his arm to wipe away the sticky sweat gathering at his brow. He wasn’t fit to be an undertaker, yet that’s what he felt he was at the moment. A cold breeze had chills running up his body, gooseflesh swarming his now cold skin.
How did such a young child get so far out into the woods by himself? The nearest town was miles away and even if the kid had somehow made it out of the village, the demons inside the forest would have torn him limb from limb before he could get a mile or so if not sooner. What was going on? What was the entire story? Letting out a heavy sigh, he removed his arm from his eyes and gazed at the hole he’d dug for the child. Another life had been taken away, it didn’t matter what age, sex, or status, death and cruelty took anybody and on a few occasions exploited the poor person who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
He waited a few more minutes before getting to his feet, his hands grabbing for his shirt as he began piling the dirt onto the already dirty fabric. It would be a lot quicker and easier to use his shirt like a bucket or bowl, though it would no doubt the article of clothing. Rolling his eyes in irritation he grunted lifting the cloth only to dump the heavy soil onto the corpse below. He didn’t know any type of prayers to say that would guide the kid to the after life, so he merely worked in silence, hoping that the child would somehow find his way.
The growling of his stomach let him know that food was essential from his position outstretch on the ground. The sun was already high in the air and his head lolled over to the other side as he scratched his stomach. Exhaustion had overwhelmed him after he had finished burying the boy, the blood already having soaked into the ground, never to allow any beautiful plants to grow in the patch of black. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep for, but the hazy feeling of his head gave him the impression that it wasn’t long enough. Long ebony strands of his hair fell over his eyes, he needed to get going, needed to look for that damn horse if it was the last thing he’d do and this time, he really would eat it for dinner! He was hungry enough that he wouldn’t put it past himself not to.
Groaning to himself, he pushed on his elbows till he was sitting half way up, being lazy sure sounded nice, though it would only delay him. He had things to do, people to find, and questions that needed answering. Things that were more important than one dead little boy in a seemingly empty forest. Brushing off his pants, he stretched out, flinching as joints popped uneasily in his hips and lower back. Oh yeah it was a pleasurable pain that he could afford at the moment if it meant temporary relief to his tired body.
Leaves shook from the trees and he barely had time to cover himself as the crow demon from earlier swooped down. Sharp deadly talons nicking flesh and tearing skin, throwing him to his hands and knees as a loud caw like laughter ripped throughout the air, the large black beast disappearing back into the green foliage surrounding the man. He cursed under his breath, his hands curling into fists, his long hair spilling over his shoulders, violet eyes burning with more than just dislike.
That bird would die! Dinner fucking served!
Silence was suffocating for him, only the loud inhale and exhale of his own breath his company and glancing up to the trees feet away his eyes froze. Jumping to his feet, he stalked closer to the solid tan colored enormous rocks. He thought he saw something, something that didn’t fit in, and it made his heart begin to race with nervousness. His hands dug into the crevices as footholds, using his arms to pull him off the ground, something was definitely up there. Dried blood splotched over some parts of tan and dark brown, blending into the scenery, it was unnerving.
He slipped once or twice, almost falling back to the ground and possibly injuring himself, however he was able to steady himself. Carefully reaching up over a small cliff, his hand searched for something he could use to pull himself up and his heart skipped a beat as his fingers brushed against something cold and wet. Some of his questions about the dead boy were answered as his hand came back, blood covering his fingertips. His eyes went wide and he practically dragged himself up and finally able to get himself up, he felt the pit of his stomach drop to his feet.
Alabaster skin was purple and green with bruises, cuts and scratches, onyx hair covering the face and hiding the person from his view. Who ever it was, they were still a few feet above him but he could plainly see what his hand had touched. A single hand lay outstretched, reaching out to him, long slender fingers clutched around a ripped piece of cloth and the silent dripping of blood as it ran down pale skin. The cloth resembled the clothing of the small boy, the small dead boy.
“Oh god what happened here?”
E/N: graphic ne? well if not that's cool too! Sorry about such the long wait, my love life went from non-existant, to suddenly full, and my bottom wisdom teeth are coming in. OOOsh! I still haven't named the main character so far, but I'm sure that you already know who it is, if not, keep guessing! Thankz for all the comments! The next chapter will be up ASAP! Questions-Comments? Email me or Leave a review! Which ever fits your fantsy!
-Krystal-