InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bonne Chance ❯ Adieu ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Keri Maxwell 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 229 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 229 | Status: Completed
Bonne Chance teaser
mwahaha im so evil....writing only a teaser. X3
bear with me, im no historian, and im certainly not french. i dont even take french. i took spanish, but thats another story. anyways, there will probaly be some historical errors in this, but i DID research for it, so i wont be completely missing it. key word: completely. but either way, here ya go. its actually a rather long teaser. >.>
i dont own it.
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Bonne Chance
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September 2, 1792
It had been horrible. The slaughter had started at sunrise and continued into the night. Even from blocks away, Kagome could hear the cheering of the peasants as she huddled in the corner of her lavish room. Occasionally, when she got brave enough, she would walk to her window, peel back the lacy curtains, and look out across the decorative rooftops that decayed to shabby ones as they neared the center of the city. From her window she could barely glimpse the lack of rooftops that symbolized the plaza, and in the middle, the high wooden support of La Guillotine.
She recognized the glint of its deadly blade, and once it dissapeared from her view, cheers would arise moments later and she wouldn't need to force herself to turn away. Kagome would shuffle back to the corner of her room, thoughts racing. That last victim might have been her friend. Would that be her fate? Would they come for her? Those grubby peasants were after anyone with money these days. Troubled, Kagome fingered her light blue velvet dress where it was sewn to the lace on her sleeve. She quietly rocked herself back and forth, tears coursing silently down her face. She was in the same mood and position when her mother came to her, long after the sun went down, with a plan.
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September 3, 1792
The Higurashi home was in a flurry of activity. Madame Higurashi rushed to and fro, packing all her things, directing servants, and checking in on her father and children, to see that they were doing what was needed. Kagome herself was trying to force as much as she could into a small bag, then wearing what wouldn't fit. Souta stood in the parlour, already packed, donned in a dark cloak borrowed from one of the servants. It was much too long for him, but there was no time to hem it, no time at all. The elder Monsieur Higurashi was in the kitchen, wrapping loaves of bread in napkins before placing them into a bag like he was instructed to do. Night had fallen hours ago, and everyone strained to be quiet, so the neighbors, however distant they were, would not be aroused by the clamour.
Fifteen minutes later, the group of four collected in the front entrance, all in dark hooded cloaks, each holding a single bag.
"Now," Madame Higurashi began, "you remember how this works. We are going to to gates of Paris, and there will be an elderly woman with a cart there. Souta and I will be leaving first, then father, and then Kagome. Try to stay in the shadows and not draw attention to yourself, but keep everyone in sight. We have to be there before midnight, or else the cart will leave." She paused to draw in a shaky breath. "From there, the woman will take us as far as Rouen. We'll probaly have to walk to the coast, but there we will find a ferry to England." Then, she turned to face the servant girl standing in the doorway. "Thank you, Cecile, for your service here, and I hope you can find work once this is all over." She gave her a sad smile, which the girl returned, and determindly opened the door to the inky night.
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So far, Madame Higurashi's plan worked out fine. They kept to the shadows, drifting in and out of sight, ignored by the few drunk passer-bys. Kagome clutched her bag tightly, turning her knuckles white. The night air was quite cool, but under her two layers of clothing, she was unbearably hot. Her eyes darted side to side, daring the few living creatures to rat her out. Often, she would feel as though someone watched her back, and she would whirl around, only to find no one there. Her mother and brother were a block ahead, her grandfather between them and Kagome.
After many tense moments, she could see the gate drawing nearer. Long ago, the stone ediface had been erected to keep dangerous armies out, protecting the people, but now it only kept the people in with the army, its purpose perversly twisted. Like her mother said, the cart sat by the gate, which was open just enough to let the cart through. Kagome breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of her family had reached it, and she was meer yards away, when a voice rang out.
"Who's there? Where are you going?" They shouted loudly, startling the horse, making it dash off. Kagome's heart felt like it had jumped out of her chest, but reality crashed on her when she saw the horse moving away and a dark figure running toward her. Panicked, she ran after the horse and cart, where her family sat, urging her to run faster and for the horse to slow down. The old lady yanked on the reigns, slowing the horse, but it would not be stopped, yet it was enough for Kagome to catch up. She kept pace with the cart, fueled by adreneline, and tossed her bag in. Her family sat in the back of the cart, reaching their arms down to grab her. Kagome gripped her mother's hand, and she felt relief wash over her, but the horse sped up once more and she began to loose her footing. They were far past the gate by now, and the ground was quickly turning into nothing more than dirt and stone.
Exhausted, Kagome could finally hang on no more and her hand slipped out of her mother's. Her pace quickly slowed, dragged down by tiredness, her clothing, and the poor roads.
"Mama! Mama come back!"
"Kagome!"
She continued after them a short ways, tears streaming down her face, until the dark figure caught up and tackled her from behind.
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gee....who could that dark figure be? n.~ and those wondering why it took him so long to catch up, kagome was on an adreneline rush, and he was a good ways behind them to start.
10 points goes to whoever knows what bonne chance means. (i might change the title. it was the only french phrase i could think of.)
lemme know what ya think! i dont want to threaten people to review for another chapter (or the rest). ::glares::
oh yeah, if you steal my ideas, i will kill you. and i will do it like this: "My name is Keri Maxwell. You stole my idea. Prepare to die." and then you would die. even though that was a stolen idea right there.
mwahaha im so evil....writing only a teaser. X3
bear with me, im no historian, and im certainly not french. i dont even take french. i took spanish, but thats another story. anyways, there will probaly be some historical errors in this, but i DID research for it, so i wont be completely missing it. key word: completely. but either way, here ya go. its actually a rather long teaser. >.>
i dont own it.
~*^*~
Bonne Chance
~*^*~
September 2, 1792
It had been horrible. The slaughter had started at sunrise and continued into the night. Even from blocks away, Kagome could hear the cheering of the peasants as she huddled in the corner of her lavish room. Occasionally, when she got brave enough, she would walk to her window, peel back the lacy curtains, and look out across the decorative rooftops that decayed to shabby ones as they neared the center of the city. From her window she could barely glimpse the lack of rooftops that symbolized the plaza, and in the middle, the high wooden support of La Guillotine.
She recognized the glint of its deadly blade, and once it dissapeared from her view, cheers would arise moments later and she wouldn't need to force herself to turn away. Kagome would shuffle back to the corner of her room, thoughts racing. That last victim might have been her friend. Would that be her fate? Would they come for her? Those grubby peasants were after anyone with money these days. Troubled, Kagome fingered her light blue velvet dress where it was sewn to the lace on her sleeve. She quietly rocked herself back and forth, tears coursing silently down her face. She was in the same mood and position when her mother came to her, long after the sun went down, with a plan.
~*^*~
September 3, 1792
The Higurashi home was in a flurry of activity. Madame Higurashi rushed to and fro, packing all her things, directing servants, and checking in on her father and children, to see that they were doing what was needed. Kagome herself was trying to force as much as she could into a small bag, then wearing what wouldn't fit. Souta stood in the parlour, already packed, donned in a dark cloak borrowed from one of the servants. It was much too long for him, but there was no time to hem it, no time at all. The elder Monsieur Higurashi was in the kitchen, wrapping loaves of bread in napkins before placing them into a bag like he was instructed to do. Night had fallen hours ago, and everyone strained to be quiet, so the neighbors, however distant they were, would not be aroused by the clamour.
Fifteen minutes later, the group of four collected in the front entrance, all in dark hooded cloaks, each holding a single bag.
"Now," Madame Higurashi began, "you remember how this works. We are going to to gates of Paris, and there will be an elderly woman with a cart there. Souta and I will be leaving first, then father, and then Kagome. Try to stay in the shadows and not draw attention to yourself, but keep everyone in sight. We have to be there before midnight, or else the cart will leave." She paused to draw in a shaky breath. "From there, the woman will take us as far as Rouen. We'll probaly have to walk to the coast, but there we will find a ferry to England." Then, she turned to face the servant girl standing in the doorway. "Thank you, Cecile, for your service here, and I hope you can find work once this is all over." She gave her a sad smile, which the girl returned, and determindly opened the door to the inky night.
~~
So far, Madame Higurashi's plan worked out fine. They kept to the shadows, drifting in and out of sight, ignored by the few drunk passer-bys. Kagome clutched her bag tightly, turning her knuckles white. The night air was quite cool, but under her two layers of clothing, she was unbearably hot. Her eyes darted side to side, daring the few living creatures to rat her out. Often, she would feel as though someone watched her back, and she would whirl around, only to find no one there. Her mother and brother were a block ahead, her grandfather between them and Kagome.
After many tense moments, she could see the gate drawing nearer. Long ago, the stone ediface had been erected to keep dangerous armies out, protecting the people, but now it only kept the people in with the army, its purpose perversly twisted. Like her mother said, the cart sat by the gate, which was open just enough to let the cart through. Kagome breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of her family had reached it, and she was meer yards away, when a voice rang out.
"Who's there? Where are you going?" They shouted loudly, startling the horse, making it dash off. Kagome's heart felt like it had jumped out of her chest, but reality crashed on her when she saw the horse moving away and a dark figure running toward her. Panicked, she ran after the horse and cart, where her family sat, urging her to run faster and for the horse to slow down. The old lady yanked on the reigns, slowing the horse, but it would not be stopped, yet it was enough for Kagome to catch up. She kept pace with the cart, fueled by adreneline, and tossed her bag in. Her family sat in the back of the cart, reaching their arms down to grab her. Kagome gripped her mother's hand, and she felt relief wash over her, but the horse sped up once more and she began to loose her footing. They were far past the gate by now, and the ground was quickly turning into nothing more than dirt and stone.
Exhausted, Kagome could finally hang on no more and her hand slipped out of her mother's. Her pace quickly slowed, dragged down by tiredness, her clothing, and the poor roads.
"Mama! Mama come back!"
"Kagome!"
She continued after them a short ways, tears streaming down her face, until the dark figure caught up and tackled her from behind.
~*^*~
gee....who could that dark figure be? n.~ and those wondering why it took him so long to catch up, kagome was on an adreneline rush, and he was a good ways behind them to start.
10 points goes to whoever knows what bonne chance means. (i might change the title. it was the only french phrase i could think of.)
lemme know what ya think! i dont want to threaten people to review for another chapter (or the rest). ::glares::
oh yeah, if you steal my ideas, i will kill you. and i will do it like this: "My name is Keri Maxwell. You stole my idea. Prepare to die." and then you would die. even though that was a stolen idea right there.