InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Detached ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

 

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Inuyasha Original Japanese Version © Takahashi Rumiko Shonen Sunday Sunrise Studios

 

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By: Draken-Korin

 

Prologue

 

He awoke. A numbing anger poured through him the moment his eyes flew open…eyes burning red as his face twisted into the form of demonic rage. His mouth flew open as if he was about to shout out, an arm trying to push forward with deadly speed to strike at an unknown attacker…but no sound issued forth and his arm was slowed, as if pushing through water.

 

He stopped, the anger instantly dispersing as his face slipped into a mask of cold calculation and icy calm as he assessed his situation. He looked about himself slowly, seeing nothing but surrounding blackness. His attention was caught, directing his gaze upwards as from above him a red light filtered down into his line of perception. He became aware of a feeling of wetness around him and he pushed against the thick liquid that engulfed him…the viscous substance explaining his earlier sluggishness.

 

He noted that his all limbs felt unused and awkward to him…all, except for his left arm. He cocked his head slightly to the side quizzically, pondering this as his new state of self-awareness pushed forward into his previously unconscious body a flood of confused memories.

 

A flash of red, a Giant Fang, a burst of soul wrenching agony and the sudden feeling of being alone…severed, as if cut off from something important. He dismissed these memories for the moment and returned to his present situation. He moved his hands before his face, taking in the sight of them…each long, clawed finger moving slowly before him in the crimson gloom…and then reached up towards the crimson light above him, pushing against the red sticky matter weighing his limbs sluggishly. A single claw penetrated the skin of his gooey prison and, reaching into the air, a long marked arm emerged quickly followed by the rest of his body. He pulled himself from the gunk and placed both feet on the ground of the world beyond his previous confinement.

 

He leaned elegantly against the rim of the container he escaped, resting his strangely wearied body against the solid surface as a strand of black hair fell into his line of sight. His eyes narrowed, his gaze focused intently as the strands waved damply before him. He had a vague notion from somewhere in his fragmented memory that told him something was wrong. His eyebrows drew down into a frown as a flash of flowing silver hair shot across his minds eye but when he turned his head, the image was gone, replaced by the sight of the object he had just escaped from. It was a large earthen pot and next to it several others stood in haphazard rows. His eyes widened as his gaze falls on the contents of the pot nearest the one he'd been in while from deep in the shadows a sinister sound emerged that made his hackles rise. He became aware at the same time that his back began to tingle uncomfortably as if with a long forgotten pain he had never felt.

 

“Kukukuku”