InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bonne Chance ❯ Vie Nouveau ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 225 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.11.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 225 | Status: Completed
heyo! well, i was just so happy with my reviews, im updating! and its only been 3 days! AMAZING!
REVIEW RESPONSES! (because you're just so great)
AyumiH - thats the idea. n.n
Meikyuu Kanashimi - O.o no! don't sic Hiei on me! ::runs::
Midoriko-sama - thank you so much for your review! it was nice and long and very flattering. #n.n# and i just may need that french help. and you get 10 points! hurrah!
Thorn Death - now now, mustn't be agreeing with enemies now. tsk tsk.
Sweet Sad Jess - 10 points! ::does field goal impression::
fruitloopsandorangejuice - mmmm fruit loops...heh heh you get 10 points too. n.n french is such a hard language...they only pronounce like 12 letters anyways...
Big N0se Q - 10 points! and sadly inuyasha will not have a rapier because a) i don't know what they are and b) hes really really poor.
Raven Demon - no good...bonne chance is good luck. n.n ill give you a point for good effort hehe.
Jagged Broken Crosses - i hope the muse blesses me too. n.n;;; ya...im still working on the research thing. i need more.....@.<
Anonymous - hm....which anonymous might you be? heh heh but thanks anyways!
Rayven - i hope i continue with it too.
Kousagi-chan - heh ehh...i try my best.
YO NO TENGO INUYASHA!!! erm...make that french. and english.....and....nevermind. >.>;;;
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Bonne Chance - Among the Rest
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September 3, 1792
Kagome let out a muffled yelp when her face hit dirt. She struggled, but whoever it was had a strong grip around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides. Her tears mingled with the dirt, smudging mud across her face.
"L-let me go!" She tried to roll over, but it was useless.
"Shut up! I know what you are! You won't escape!" The person managed to wrestle her arms behind her back and was now tearing off a bit of his shirt to bind her hands together. "Besides," Kagome heard him spit out a string and thought, 'How disgusting', despite the fact she was covered in mud and dirt. "The rest of your family got away. Be happy for them, or some shit like that."
"Hey!" Kagome cried, indignant. "I would be with them if it weren't for you!"
"Well, pardon moi." He sneered. Kagome felt the weight lift from her back and prepared to make a break for it, but she was brutally yanked up onto her feet. He grabbed her left elbow and proceeded to drag her back to Paris. "You do know it's the guillotine for you."
"How could I forget? You ruffians only kill everyone with money." Kagome held her head up high, but inside she was scared to death. Dying wouldn't be so bad, but at the hands of these people, in a mass slaughter, with THAT machine? It would strike fear into the heart of anyone. She expected some snide retort, yet her captor remained quiet.
They were close to the gate now. Kagome could see the torches mounted on either side of the massive doors, which remained open from earlier. The torchlight dimly illuminated the area, and when they reached the gate, both looked at the other with similar curiosity. Kagome wasn't surprised. He was pretty standard for a peasant. Dirty clothes, which were little more than rags, no shoes, and smudged with dirt, although that was because they had been scuffling on the ground minutes before. He had long dark hair[1], and Kagome marveled at the fact that it was fairly well kept. For a commoner of course.
He, however, nearly let her go in shock. Dark black hair, slightly wavy, and light blue eyes that seemed so familiar. And that angry expression on her face, just like when she left...
"You done staring yet?" Thoughts broken, he turned away with a snort. Kagome huffed. "Fine then. But don't pretend you weren't staring. I saw you."
"Shut up, girl." Without another word, he pulled her down a darkened street. They went quite a ways before Kagome realized something.
"The prison's the other direction." For emphasis, Kagome tilted her head in the correct direction, seeing as her hands were tied.
"I know! Just...just shut up!" He shouted, gripping her arm with renewed force, which made Kagome wince. 'Jerk' she thought, narrowing hers to glare at him. She was going to die anyways; did he have to be so mean?
They continued on, and at one point in their trip, they passed by the plaza, La Guillotine standing erect and foreboding on its raised platform, demanding attention. Moonlight made the blade gleam, and Kagome sucked in a breath. Surely he wasn't going to kill her now, in the dead of night, with no one around, was he? Anxious moments passed and Kagome vaguely noticed that her hands trembled as they drew closer. They walked right by it, so close in fact; her fingers could have just grazed the bloody boards if her hands were free. The stairs came closer and she began to fell faint. They were mere meters away...
And then they passed them. The man, or boy rather, didn't even send them a glance. Kagome let out the breath she had been holding. It was hardly a comforting thought, but she would have at least tonight to live. Which brought her back to her earlier observation that they weren't headed for the prison. All people waiting for execution, she shuddered at the word, were taken to the prison. What was he planning?
A few more silent minutes passed before the two stopped in front of a meager building. The front was open, and in the dark, Kagome could vaguely make out a fireplace, an anvil, a table, and other metal objects carelessly thrown here and there. A blacksmith's shop. Her eyes widened. He was going to put her in chains! The boy tugged on her arm again, but she remained frozen to her spot.
"Oh, don't look like that." He snapped and tugged her arm again, successfully moving her. He walked to the back of the shop as though he had memorized its layout many years ago, and successfully maneuvered around the many tools, even in the darkest spots. Kagome, however, frequently ran into things, managing to scrape her leg on an iron poker and severely agitating her captor.
At the back of the shop was a door, which they passed through without even knocking. Finally, at long last, Kagome was released. He shoved her into the room, then turned to close the door behind him.
It was a rather small room. To the right of where Kagome stood in front of the door was a well-made, but very old, feather mattress that seemed very out of place in it's surroundings, with a few blankets piled on top. At the foot of the bed was a chest, which looked like it had once been very valuable, but was now burned on one side and warped on the other. The wall to her left had a small window that showed only a dark alley. A worn wooden chair sat in the corner opposite the door, many nicks cut into the edges of the seat, and a glowing stove beside it.
The boy walked over to the stove, and after prodding the fire with a poker hidden behind the stove, the fire weakly flared to life. He then opened the chest and pulled out a small knife. For a minute, Kagome was frightened again, but before she could protest, he cut the cloth holding her hands together.
"Listen," he instructed, carelessly tossing the knife back into the chest, "stay here. Don't make a sound. If you try and escape, someone else WILL find you and they won't be as merciful." And with that he turned to leave.
"Wait!" The boy stopped. Kagome half expected him to ignore her, but now that she had his attention, she fumbled with her words. "I -er- suppose this means you -um- s-saved me, and I thank you. Since I'm probably going to be here a while, I just wanted to say my name is Kagome Higurashi." She finished with a curtsy, remembering all those etiquette lessons her mother made her take.
"Okay." And he turned to leave again.
"Wait!" He stopped once more, a bit more annoyed than last time. "Um, well, I told you my name. Could you tell me yours?"
"Inu-yasha." The boy, or Inu-yasha rather, bowed really low and Kagome had the slightest idea that he was mocking her. "Now be quiet." Then he turned and was finally able to leave.
After the door closed, Kagome stood in the middle of the room for a few moments, looked out the window, then sat down on the bed to wait.
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Inu-yasha slunk along the alleys and backroads, not only because it was faster, but he didn't want to deal with any passer-bys at this time in the night. He didn't have far to go, three blocks at most, two by alleyway, so it wasn't long before he came his destination. It was a modest house where a lawyer had once lived, but he had been guillotined and the house now belonged to another. Inu-yasha approached the door, and after a series of knocks, the door opened a crack before swinging wide and letting him in.
"Inu-yasha." A voice spoke from inside the dark house. "So have you come to report?"
"Yes, Naraku."
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wooo! cliffie....thing...! yeah! Tis finished! Hope everyone likes this chapter as much as they did the teaser. Hehe
[1] I really didn't want to make inuyasha human....but I didn't want to throw in the issue with demons and whatnot WITH the French revolution....that'd be mad. O.o so yah...
nyahaha....im having so much fun with this fic! n.n
REVIEW RESPONSES! (because you're just so great)
AyumiH - thats the idea. n.n
Meikyuu Kanashimi - O.o no! don't sic Hiei on me! ::runs::
Midoriko-sama - thank you so much for your review! it was nice and long and very flattering. #n.n# and i just may need that french help. and you get 10 points! hurrah!
Thorn Death - now now, mustn't be agreeing with enemies now. tsk tsk.
Sweet Sad Jess - 10 points! ::does field goal impression::
fruitloopsandorangejuice - mmmm fruit loops...heh heh you get 10 points too. n.n french is such a hard language...they only pronounce like 12 letters anyways...
Big N0se Q - 10 points! and sadly inuyasha will not have a rapier because a) i don't know what they are and b) hes really really poor.
Raven Demon - no good...bonne chance is good luck. n.n ill give you a point for good effort hehe.
Jagged Broken Crosses - i hope the muse blesses me too. n.n;;; ya...im still working on the research thing. i need more.....@.<
Anonymous - hm....which anonymous might you be? heh heh but thanks anyways!
Rayven - i hope i continue with it too.
Kousagi-chan - heh ehh...i try my best.
YO NO TENGO INUYASHA!!! erm...make that french. and english.....and....nevermind. >.>;;;
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Bonne Chance - Among the Rest
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September 3, 1792
Kagome let out a muffled yelp when her face hit dirt. She struggled, but whoever it was had a strong grip around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides. Her tears mingled with the dirt, smudging mud across her face.
"L-let me go!" She tried to roll over, but it was useless.
"Shut up! I know what you are! You won't escape!" The person managed to wrestle her arms behind her back and was now tearing off a bit of his shirt to bind her hands together. "Besides," Kagome heard him spit out a string and thought, 'How disgusting', despite the fact she was covered in mud and dirt. "The rest of your family got away. Be happy for them, or some shit like that."
"Hey!" Kagome cried, indignant. "I would be with them if it weren't for you!"
"Well, pardon moi." He sneered. Kagome felt the weight lift from her back and prepared to make a break for it, but she was brutally yanked up onto her feet. He grabbed her left elbow and proceeded to drag her back to Paris. "You do know it's the guillotine for you."
"How could I forget? You ruffians only kill everyone with money." Kagome held her head up high, but inside she was scared to death. Dying wouldn't be so bad, but at the hands of these people, in a mass slaughter, with THAT machine? It would strike fear into the heart of anyone. She expected some snide retort, yet her captor remained quiet.
They were close to the gate now. Kagome could see the torches mounted on either side of the massive doors, which remained open from earlier. The torchlight dimly illuminated the area, and when they reached the gate, both looked at the other with similar curiosity. Kagome wasn't surprised. He was pretty standard for a peasant. Dirty clothes, which were little more than rags, no shoes, and smudged with dirt, although that was because they had been scuffling on the ground minutes before. He had long dark hair[1], and Kagome marveled at the fact that it was fairly well kept. For a commoner of course.
He, however, nearly let her go in shock. Dark black hair, slightly wavy, and light blue eyes that seemed so familiar. And that angry expression on her face, just like when she left...
"You done staring yet?" Thoughts broken, he turned away with a snort. Kagome huffed. "Fine then. But don't pretend you weren't staring. I saw you."
"Shut up, girl." Without another word, he pulled her down a darkened street. They went quite a ways before Kagome realized something.
"The prison's the other direction." For emphasis, Kagome tilted her head in the correct direction, seeing as her hands were tied.
"I know! Just...just shut up!" He shouted, gripping her arm with renewed force, which made Kagome wince. 'Jerk' she thought, narrowing hers to glare at him. She was going to die anyways; did he have to be so mean?
They continued on, and at one point in their trip, they passed by the plaza, La Guillotine standing erect and foreboding on its raised platform, demanding attention. Moonlight made the blade gleam, and Kagome sucked in a breath. Surely he wasn't going to kill her now, in the dead of night, with no one around, was he? Anxious moments passed and Kagome vaguely noticed that her hands trembled as they drew closer. They walked right by it, so close in fact; her fingers could have just grazed the bloody boards if her hands were free. The stairs came closer and she began to fell faint. They were mere meters away...
And then they passed them. The man, or boy rather, didn't even send them a glance. Kagome let out the breath she had been holding. It was hardly a comforting thought, but she would have at least tonight to live. Which brought her back to her earlier observation that they weren't headed for the prison. All people waiting for execution, she shuddered at the word, were taken to the prison. What was he planning?
A few more silent minutes passed before the two stopped in front of a meager building. The front was open, and in the dark, Kagome could vaguely make out a fireplace, an anvil, a table, and other metal objects carelessly thrown here and there. A blacksmith's shop. Her eyes widened. He was going to put her in chains! The boy tugged on her arm again, but she remained frozen to her spot.
"Oh, don't look like that." He snapped and tugged her arm again, successfully moving her. He walked to the back of the shop as though he had memorized its layout many years ago, and successfully maneuvered around the many tools, even in the darkest spots. Kagome, however, frequently ran into things, managing to scrape her leg on an iron poker and severely agitating her captor.
At the back of the shop was a door, which they passed through without even knocking. Finally, at long last, Kagome was released. He shoved her into the room, then turned to close the door behind him.
It was a rather small room. To the right of where Kagome stood in front of the door was a well-made, but very old, feather mattress that seemed very out of place in it's surroundings, with a few blankets piled on top. At the foot of the bed was a chest, which looked like it had once been very valuable, but was now burned on one side and warped on the other. The wall to her left had a small window that showed only a dark alley. A worn wooden chair sat in the corner opposite the door, many nicks cut into the edges of the seat, and a glowing stove beside it.
The boy walked over to the stove, and after prodding the fire with a poker hidden behind the stove, the fire weakly flared to life. He then opened the chest and pulled out a small knife. For a minute, Kagome was frightened again, but before she could protest, he cut the cloth holding her hands together.
"Listen," he instructed, carelessly tossing the knife back into the chest, "stay here. Don't make a sound. If you try and escape, someone else WILL find you and they won't be as merciful." And with that he turned to leave.
"Wait!" The boy stopped. Kagome half expected him to ignore her, but now that she had his attention, she fumbled with her words. "I -er- suppose this means you -um- s-saved me, and I thank you. Since I'm probably going to be here a while, I just wanted to say my name is Kagome Higurashi." She finished with a curtsy, remembering all those etiquette lessons her mother made her take.
"Okay." And he turned to leave again.
"Wait!" He stopped once more, a bit more annoyed than last time. "Um, well, I told you my name. Could you tell me yours?"
"Inu-yasha." The boy, or Inu-yasha rather, bowed really low and Kagome had the slightest idea that he was mocking her. "Now be quiet." Then he turned and was finally able to leave.
After the door closed, Kagome stood in the middle of the room for a few moments, looked out the window, then sat down on the bed to wait.
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Inu-yasha slunk along the alleys and backroads, not only because it was faster, but he didn't want to deal with any passer-bys at this time in the night. He didn't have far to go, three blocks at most, two by alleyway, so it wasn't long before he came his destination. It was a modest house where a lawyer had once lived, but he had been guillotined and the house now belonged to another. Inu-yasha approached the door, and after a series of knocks, the door opened a crack before swinging wide and letting him in.
"Inu-yasha." A voice spoke from inside the dark house. "So have you come to report?"
"Yes, Naraku."
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wooo! cliffie....thing...! yeah! Tis finished! Hope everyone likes this chapter as much as they did the teaser. Hehe
[1] I really didn't want to make inuyasha human....but I didn't want to throw in the issue with demons and whatnot WITH the French revolution....that'd be mad. O.o so yah...
nyahaha....im having so much fun with this fic! n.n