InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Book One of The Angel Chronicles:Blood Of Innocents ❯ The Plushy and the Éclairs ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I haven't ever nor never will own these chars they belong to some anime genius….*cries* Just taking them out for a little fun before I return them safe and unharmed.

The Plushy and the Éclairs

It had been a long time since Jena had had a reason to smile. Today was her 20th birthday and her family had decided that she could have her friends stay over for a while. Her family had held a modest party for her the day before. Her mother had given her an old book that looked like it had been written in ancient Japanese; however, there had been some notes in the book that looked as if someone had been trying to translate it at some point.

Jena thanked her mother; she loved old things and she loved to read, but she especially loved a good mystery. This book would prove to be both a challenge and a mystery. Setting the book aside for now, she looked fondly over her grandparents' gifts. One had been a card that told her that her scanner/computer would be delivered tomorrow, and the other was a delicate ebony box, filled with chocolates, with tiny silver hinges. And not just any chocolates, but chocolate almond éclairs. Her grandmother had told her that the maker had made only one last batch before he died and that they'd been lucky enough to get it, telling her that they were special. The ringing of the doorbell snapped her from her reverie. Opening it, Sora (Kitty) and Morgan (Dragon) walked in, hugging her and wishing her a wonderful birthday.

"It is now that you guys are here."

"Jena it's your birthday, can you possibly look more gloomy?!"

"Yeah, want me to try?" I said as I opened the box of éclairs and gave some to my friends.

"Wow, Jen, these are really good.", Sora said.

"Yeah, where did you get them, I'd love to have a box," Morgan said.

"Well, guys, that would be kinda hard, seeing as the guy who made them bought it last week. In fact, this is his last box."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Ah, Jen, you only have two left, you'd better save them."

"OK."

"Well, what shall we do. . ."

The night finally ended as Kitty and Morgan said goodnight to Jena. As the last glimpse of her friends faded from sight, she turned to the two plushies that her friends had given her. Sora had given her a Sesshoumaru plushy, whereas Morgan gave her an Inuyasha plushy. She instantly loved both as she set them on the dresser while she turned down the covers on her bed, but before she got in bed, she went to grab the box with the last two éclairs and brought it up and placed it next to Inuyasha plushie.

"Inuyasha, guard my last two éclairs, please," she said as she grabbed the Sesshoumaru plushy and the old book to study it for a little before she went to bed. Placing the plushy beside her, she opened the book and began to read it. What surprised her was that the wording was no longer in ancient Japanese, but in English. . .old English, but English none the less. `Huh, that's odd' she thought as she continued reading.

As she read the old book it told the tale of an arrogant Inu-youkai Prince, who was as uncaring as he was beautiful; of the many youkai and human women that sought to make him their mates, he not only had he rejected all of them, but humiliated them as well. `Till one day, he came across a female enchantress that pulled him from his body imprisoning in an ancient looking old book, until someone who had a weak spirit summoned him to lend his strength to theirs.

*Crap!*

Jena thought as she came to the end of the legend,

*just when it was getting good, too.*

"Sad, though. The youkai probably deserved it but still. . . I feel sorry for him," she said to no one in particular.

As she began to put the book on the bedside table, a little piece of white linen paper fell from the pages. Jena was very shocked, as it had not been there before. As she picked up the paper, thunder boomed outside, warning her of the coming storm. Slowly, she looked over the paper and began to mutter the words aloud.

"Two hearts, two minds,

Memories once frozen now resurrected from time.

Thy strength I hear and doth seek,

In my loneliest hour, I call you forth,

`Tis this night I end thy sleep."

*What a creepy poem,*

Jena thought as she placed the paper on top of her book. She snuggled under the covers, clutching tight to her Sesshie plushy, she gave in and allowed sleep to claim her. She awoke to the feel of something softer than silk and warm beside her. Slowly, she opened her eyes, to see a river of cascading silver hair. Her mind did not quite understand this as she tried to brush it off as just her plushy. Until she realized that it was far too big to be a mere plushy.

Opening her eyes all the way, she saw two magenta stripes and a pointed ear. Finally her sluggish sleep-filled brain managed to put two and two together and she realized that in fact a man was in her bed. A shocked gasp escaped her mouth as she fought hard to stifle the scream that she knew was coming, but apparently, the gasp was enough to rouse the sleeping form beside her. He quickly rolled over, fixing her with a bone chilling, amber/gold stare.

"Is there a reason you felt the need to wake me, wench!"

(Jena's P.O.V.)

So many things were flying through my head as I felt the icy clutch of fear grasp my heart. Finally, I managed to reply, in a fashion, lightly shaking my head.

"Good! Then you won't repeat the mistake again. Correct?"

I nodded my head as I got out of bed. I could feel him staring at me and I became immediately uncomfortable with my nakedness as I grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a very thin robe, and ran out of the room. I made my way downstairs to the couch in the living room. Shivering, I laid down on it, trying to get some rest and telling myself,

*This is just a dream, and that is NOT who I think it is upstairs in my bed.*

At that thought, I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes.

*Even nude and in my own dreams I'm not desirable. Galledrail was right….Who would ever want to love some one like me….some one that….that broke along time ago*

I began to sob lightly, mindful not to wake him up again as I fell asleep, shivering alone in the bitterness of the night.