InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Temptation ❯ An Unlikely Angel ( Chapter 1 )

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An Unlikely Angel

She ran. She ran as fast as her little legs could take her. She tore through the forest, refusing to stop when she felt the sting of branches and swift stabs of pain. They were getting closer; she could smell them, the blood, the lust, and the death that surrounded them.

Through a haze of tears she blindly sped through the forest. She had lost them. Her family, her friends, her village and her home, she had lost it all. Now they were after her, the only one left, the only survivor.

She didn't know why she ran; she didn't understand why she still fought to live. She had nothing left, nothing to live for, but her panic riddled mind only registered fear and a desperate and elemental need to run from it.

The pain was coming in soft waves now, her gashes bleeding and her bruises throbbing. Her muscles burned with fatigue, she wouldn't last much longer.

The she tripped and fell to the ground. She couldn't find the strength to move, she couldn't find the strength to fight, and she knew she was going to die. She turned her head slightly and saw them, their vicious fangs and their raging eyes as they cam upon her. She felt their teeth dig into her flesh and rip it from her body; they were consuming her, killing her. But it didn't matter, she had already lost everything she loved, no physical pain could compare to agony of the loss she had already suffered. Blood was pouring out of her body, she could feel its warmth leaving her, she was fading, slowly succumbing to the darkness claiming her.

Then it was gone, the ragged panting of their breath, their ferocious growls and grunts, they were gone. With the last of her strength she turned her head and opened her eyes, wondering why they had left without finishing her off.

As the last remnants of life flowed out of her body she took in the figure that now stood above her. He was beautiful, long flowing silver hair and brilliant gold eyes. He stood there, quiet and unmoving, power radiating from his elegant body. She closed her eyes as the darkness consumed her and with the last beat of her heart she silently thanked whatever being had sent her such a beautiful angel.

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The girl was bleeding and broken. She was dead. He did not understand why he still stood here, why he still stood in the presence of a human, and a dead one at that. He had sensed the wolf youkai running through his lands and he had smelled the fear of their prey. He had only come to kill the wolves, he despised the creatures. The inferior youkai thirsted only for blood, they were beasts, they were not worthy of living in his land, the Western Lands.

Sesshoumaru had come upon the pack greedily feasting upon a small human child. That served only to disgust him further, the lowly beasts could not even find suitable opponents. He destroyed them in a matter of minutes with one smart flick of his whip. Then he was left there to stare upon the ravaged form of the human girl. Something compelled him to stay, something refused to let him leave. He did not understand it and he most certainly did not like it.

He, Sesshoumaru, was the most powerful and feared youkai of the land. He detested humans, hated them for their weakness and he despised their pathetic existence. But he could not bring himself to leave the girls side, the human girl, the very image of innocence destroyed by the most basic of evil.

Sesshoumaru firmly believed that all things happened for a reason, and his belief was proved true as his sword, Tenseiga hummed to life at his side. One of the fated fangs of his father, the Tenseiga had the power to restore life, it was a sword meant to battle death, not destroy life. And it was a sword that had proved to have a mind of its own and will that was meant to be obeyed.

He slowly unsheathed the fang and watched as it began to glow a soft blue. He looked down at the form of the dead girl once more, seeing the familiar creatures surrounding her, taking her soul to the afterlife. It appeared that his sword wanted him to save the young human.

He frowned, he did not want to save the human, but he had no choice. He slashed her with his sword, killing the creatures and bringing her back to life. He watched the gashes disappear and the bruises fade as he sheathed his sword. She began to move, a slight and imperceptible rhythm, she was breathing, she was alive. Believing his job to be done and the will of the Tenseiga fulfilled, Sesshoumaru began to walk away only to be stopped once again by the power of the sword at his waist. It was awakening once more; its power was surrounding him, making it harder with each step to continue on. He turned around and made his way back to the girl, feeling the burden of the power become lighter as he neared her body.

Frowning again at the insolent sword at his side, Sesshoumaru realized the girl was to go with him. The sword willed it, demanded it, and all he could was obey. In a rare showing of emotion he growled in frustration. He did not need this now. Not when he had the great territory of the Western Lands to protect, not when he was just coming into his full power. He did not need to be stuck with a lowly human girl, he did not want it. But there was nothing he could do, not when Tenseiga so strongly demanded otherwise.

Sighing in resignation Sesshoumaru picked up the little human mildly surprised to find her scent not repugnant but somewhat pleasant. She smelled of flowers and sunlight. The young child turned in his arms, opening her eyelids slightly to look into the face of the demon who held her.

"My angel" she whispered dreamily before she drifted back to sleep.