InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 3
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By: NovaDemoness 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 423 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 423 | Status: Completed
And here you have chapter three... >.>
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She lay on her bed, reading one of the random magazines she had strewn about her bedside table. After her little run in with the great lord Sesshomaru, she hadn't had a decent nights sleep. Not that it had been that long ago... A couple hours, really.
She had to admit though, if only to herself and never to his almighty pain in the ass, he was absolutely hot. She found herself sighing at the memory of silver hair and amber eyes. Those eyes... The way he'd looked at her... She could've sworn he was undressing her with his eyes. Not that she minded. To have such a man gazing upon her body in such a way, well... What girl wouldn't want that?
Even if he was gorgeous, she also had to remind herself of what an arrogant, pompous ass he'd been to her, addressing her as "wench" and "girl" throughout the voyage whenever he caught but a glimpse of her. And he certainly made it his business to find her and make the journey miserable.
What assets he had (his rugged good looks, his title and his power), were brought down drastically by his nasty personality.
Even so, as she put down the magazine and closed her eyes, she secretly hoped she'd have another run-in with her demon dream-toy, Sesshomaru...
******
Kagome woke up that morning feeling oddly rested, ready for the new day to begin. Stretching and yawning, she made her way out of bed and into the bathroom. After completing her morning rituals of brushing her hair and teeth, she changed out of her pajamas into sweats and a T-shirt. It was time for her other morning ritual; a walk in the park before breakfast.
She exited her apartment, locking the door behind her. She was particularly excited this morning, eager to be outside in the fresh morning air. She left the thought to the strange workings of Fate. Whatever was in store for her this morning, she just hoped it'd be a good thing.
******
Just as it was every morning, the park was almost completely empty but for a few dog owners and their beloved pets. She loved being in the park in the mornings, when everything was coming alive after a good night's rest. To her, this was how the real world should be all the time.
Only it wasn't that way. There was smoke and fog and pollution all around in the cities, and sometimes when the air because so thick with the disgusting toxins, you couldn't see the stars until the next rainfall. She missed living in the country, where except during storms, the moon and the stars could be seen year round.
And sometimes, she wished she could leave this world and live in her virtual world. There was no pollution there at all, you could see the stars no matter the circumstance depending on where you were, stormy weather rarely an occurrence. Her online world was always beautiful; flowers in bloom, snow drifting in on a cool Autumn day.
And the people who frequented the game were often friendly and kind, nothing like those of the real world. In the real world, everything was business and money, social standings, military or government power. There were no morals to live by, no codes of honour.
She didn't know how those people survived. She knew from personal experience how harsh and cruel the world could be to a dreamer such as herself, and if she were given the opportunity, she would choose virtual reality over the real world any day.
She sighed and continued down the path, her eyes downcast as she breathed in the sweet scent of the morning air.
******
It happened in the blink of an eye. He had looked up from the path a second too late, only to collide with a young woman, spilling his already cold coffee over the both of them in the process.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" she quickly apologized, though really the blame could be placed upon both parties. She wasn't the only one absorbed in thought. "I wasn't paying attention and I zoned out and oh shit, look at your shirt."
"Your apology is completely unnecessary, and the shirt can be washed," he explained. "Yours however, being as white as it is, is an entirely different matter. And how you failed to notice such a thing is completely beyond me."
She looked down at her shirt and her eyes went wide. "Fuck." And with that she raced back the way he'd seen her come.
'An eventful morning to start off a surely uneventful day. Joy.'
******
When he returned to his apartment some minutes later, he closed the door and divested himself of his shirt, tossing it in the laundry basket when he reached his bedroom. The closet was brimming with clothing, and he couldn't help but think, 'Hmm, what to wear.'
(A.N: Can't you just imagine him with his shirt off and his finger against his lip and a confused look on his face?)
It didn't take long for him to pull a T-shirt from the closet and pull it over his head. Once that task was completed, he could go back to the thoughts he'd been thinking before the run-in with... He never had gotten her name, not that it was much of a problem.
The woman on his mind, Kagome Higurashi, she was a problem. She had somehow managed to lodge herself within his thoughts and for the life of him, he could not get her out. At first he'd thought her a disrespectful bitch, but upon closer interrogation he'd found that she had right to question his right to respect. Seeing as she was also one to demand respect to her person.
He had heard of her on several occassions, and the stories he'd been told were from bards of the highest esteem. He'd heard great tales of her beauty, and the lives she'd come to save over the many years she'd been a player in this online world. She was a master roleplayer, competent on the battlefield and held in high regards with the royalty in Trourie, among other places.
But even so, she was anything but a rose, anything but a fragile delicate woman, as such was he accustomed to. He knew nothing of women who wore armour and demanded respect. All he'd known were the women who threw themselves at a man in hopes of being granted access to the bedchambers, those who fawn over a man and grant him his every desire.
And she was different. Somehow, she was much more than all those he'd met before her.
After he'd pondered her for some time, he decided he should like to never see her again, to be rid of this thorn many called Lady. 'Good riddance to the wench. May she trouble some other man's life and stay away from mine.'
******
End of chapter three... >.>
*eye twitches* That's like, three chapters today.
I'm sooo crazy. ^.^ But I lurv this story. It's so random!
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******
She lay on her bed, reading one of the random magazines she had strewn about her bedside table. After her little run in with the great lord Sesshomaru, she hadn't had a decent nights sleep. Not that it had been that long ago... A couple hours, really.
She had to admit though, if only to herself and never to his almighty pain in the ass, he was absolutely hot. She found herself sighing at the memory of silver hair and amber eyes. Those eyes... The way he'd looked at her... She could've sworn he was undressing her with his eyes. Not that she minded. To have such a man gazing upon her body in such a way, well... What girl wouldn't want that?
Even if he was gorgeous, she also had to remind herself of what an arrogant, pompous ass he'd been to her, addressing her as "wench" and "girl" throughout the voyage whenever he caught but a glimpse of her. And he certainly made it his business to find her and make the journey miserable.
What assets he had (his rugged good looks, his title and his power), were brought down drastically by his nasty personality.
Even so, as she put down the magazine and closed her eyes, she secretly hoped she'd have another run-in with her demon dream-toy, Sesshomaru...
******
Kagome woke up that morning feeling oddly rested, ready for the new day to begin. Stretching and yawning, she made her way out of bed and into the bathroom. After completing her morning rituals of brushing her hair and teeth, she changed out of her pajamas into sweats and a T-shirt. It was time for her other morning ritual; a walk in the park before breakfast.
She exited her apartment, locking the door behind her. She was particularly excited this morning, eager to be outside in the fresh morning air. She left the thought to the strange workings of Fate. Whatever was in store for her this morning, she just hoped it'd be a good thing.
******
Just as it was every morning, the park was almost completely empty but for a few dog owners and their beloved pets. She loved being in the park in the mornings, when everything was coming alive after a good night's rest. To her, this was how the real world should be all the time.
Only it wasn't that way. There was smoke and fog and pollution all around in the cities, and sometimes when the air because so thick with the disgusting toxins, you couldn't see the stars until the next rainfall. She missed living in the country, where except during storms, the moon and the stars could be seen year round.
And sometimes, she wished she could leave this world and live in her virtual world. There was no pollution there at all, you could see the stars no matter the circumstance depending on where you were, stormy weather rarely an occurrence. Her online world was always beautiful; flowers in bloom, snow drifting in on a cool Autumn day.
And the people who frequented the game were often friendly and kind, nothing like those of the real world. In the real world, everything was business and money, social standings, military or government power. There were no morals to live by, no codes of honour.
She didn't know how those people survived. She knew from personal experience how harsh and cruel the world could be to a dreamer such as herself, and if she were given the opportunity, she would choose virtual reality over the real world any day.
She sighed and continued down the path, her eyes downcast as she breathed in the sweet scent of the morning air.
******
It happened in the blink of an eye. He had looked up from the path a second too late, only to collide with a young woman, spilling his already cold coffee over the both of them in the process.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" she quickly apologized, though really the blame could be placed upon both parties. She wasn't the only one absorbed in thought. "I wasn't paying attention and I zoned out and oh shit, look at your shirt."
"Your apology is completely unnecessary, and the shirt can be washed," he explained. "Yours however, being as white as it is, is an entirely different matter. And how you failed to notice such a thing is completely beyond me."
She looked down at her shirt and her eyes went wide. "Fuck." And with that she raced back the way he'd seen her come.
'An eventful morning to start off a surely uneventful day. Joy.'
******
When he returned to his apartment some minutes later, he closed the door and divested himself of his shirt, tossing it in the laundry basket when he reached his bedroom. The closet was brimming with clothing, and he couldn't help but think, 'Hmm, what to wear.'
(A.N: Can't you just imagine him with his shirt off and his finger against his lip and a confused look on his face?)
It didn't take long for him to pull a T-shirt from the closet and pull it over his head. Once that task was completed, he could go back to the thoughts he'd been thinking before the run-in with... He never had gotten her name, not that it was much of a problem.
The woman on his mind, Kagome Higurashi, she was a problem. She had somehow managed to lodge herself within his thoughts and for the life of him, he could not get her out. At first he'd thought her a disrespectful bitch, but upon closer interrogation he'd found that she had right to question his right to respect. Seeing as she was also one to demand respect to her person.
He had heard of her on several occassions, and the stories he'd been told were from bards of the highest esteem. He'd heard great tales of her beauty, and the lives she'd come to save over the many years she'd been a player in this online world. She was a master roleplayer, competent on the battlefield and held in high regards with the royalty in Trourie, among other places.
But even so, she was anything but a rose, anything but a fragile delicate woman, as such was he accustomed to. He knew nothing of women who wore armour and demanded respect. All he'd known were the women who threw themselves at a man in hopes of being granted access to the bedchambers, those who fawn over a man and grant him his every desire.
And she was different. Somehow, she was much more than all those he'd met before her.
After he'd pondered her for some time, he decided he should like to never see her again, to be rid of this thorn many called Lady. 'Good riddance to the wench. May she trouble some other man's life and stay away from mine.'
******
End of chapter three... >.>
*eye twitches* That's like, three chapters today.
I'm sooo crazy. ^.^ But I lurv this story. It's so random!
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