InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Part Two: For Whom the Bell Tolls ❯ Vermillion ( Chapter 16 )
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By: lil_rei_chan 
:: Slipknot ::
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 157 | Status: Completed
:: Slipknot ::
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 157 | Status: Completed
A/N: OH MY FUCIING GOD GUYS I AM SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG!! I am so so so so so sorry, words cannot express. there have been problems abound here at home and it's just taken me forever to deal with them. i swear this has been the most FUBAR couple of months in my life. now they are for the most part fixed and I’m back. hopefully i will also find my errant muse once again as she seems to have run off on me. Here's the next chapter that i found inspiration for while in my English class. I hope you enjoy and once again i'm so sorry for making you wait for so long.
Her kiss had surprised him. His reaction scared him. Both of which were things that he was not used to feeling, so he reacted the only way he knew how. He found it funny how he used to scoff at his brother for not being able to tell the wench how he felt about her when he himself could not do so either. He could not even admit to himself how he felt for her... he just knew it was something more than he was used to or wanted to feel. He was a great lord, he had mortal enemies who were not bound by honor. IF he were to take her as his mate, she would become a target, as would her siblings. It was not a risk he wanted to take.
//She seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious-- she continues to see//
As he continued to walk the forests of his dreamscape, he became more and more immersed in his thoughts. He had been shocked to find her in his own black and white dreamland, even more so when she didn't sense his presence until he was holding her. But what scared him was when he came out of his musings, he found a land that was completely different from the norm. At some point while he was holding her he realized that his grayscale dreamland wasn't so grayscale anymore. Vibrant colors flooded the wooded area like he had never before seen.
//Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home... forever
Oh…//
Quickly shaking those thoughts from his head, he disregarded the fact that she seemed to be the only one able to bring any kind of color to his world. the only problem is that when she shook those particular thoughts from her head, his pride reared it's ugly head to close in for the attack. It snickered and howled it's laughter at him for fleeing from a simple woman, not once, but twice.
//She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia, bathed in possession
She is home to me//
He had fled. it was as simple as that. Even now, with him in the underworld, this girl haunted him. Even in death he was fleeing from her, though now there was no escaping her. She haunted his every moment. She was like a disease to him, or better yet a drug that he wanted to quit but couldn't get enough of. She was the one he overdosed on.
//I get nervous, perverse when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never, she's coming home... Forever//
He knew it wasn't fair to blame her for his death or his current predicament, but his vindictive side dictated that it was indeed her fault because it was blood kin of hers that sealed his fate. Yes, for his irrationally vindictive side laying the blame on her was justified, but the rest of him was not in accord with that rather large piece of him. Deep down he knew there was nothing she could have done, she was still too young and new to her powers. Somehow he knew this was meant to be.
//Oh... she's the only one that makes me sad
Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy.. aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face, to recognize//
With that his thoughts shifted to an entirely different and yet very similar phoenix. He had been training with her in the void in which he now resided for he could only guess how long. However, it wasn't his training that his thoughts turned to, rather the woman herself and the things she'd told him. Those things shocked and scared him, he didn't know what to think. The things that were destined to happen, the things Kagome would have to do; the sacrifices she would have to make; and the changes within him scared him. Though he was loathe to admit it, the future that lie ahead of himself and those he cared for seemed rather bleak, but what must be done, must be done.
//Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of me...
I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors//
Those thoughts only served to bring his mind back to the young phoenix that he just left. Only this time, his aura flared red with his anger. Even in his non-corporeal form, his inu howled possessively at him to protect what was his. He knew she was not trained and ill prepared to face what lay ahead of her. These thoughts only spurred him into a deeper rage and also an overwhelming sadness for her and what she must face and do.
//I exist through my need-- to self oblige
She is something in me, that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me...
She isn't real-- I can't make her real//
~X~
So lost was he, that when his sensei arrived he was startled out of his reverie. His aura flared a livid red before he jumped to the attack, his soul quickly forming a more solid form for him to fight against her in. His attacks were hard and vicious, he was using everything he had ever been taught as a child and more. His sensei glowed with pride as she dodged his attacks. He was getting much better. His anger fueled him to push himself harder and harder. She knew that if he kept up at this pace it would only be a matter of time before she could release him upon the world once more.
After a good six hours of fighting, she finally tired of his now sloppy moves and rage induced snarls. With a well placed blow to the back of his head he was out. Looking down at him, she beamed with pride. He would be the perfect mate for her daughter and for that she was immensely glad. She had trained him herself, so she knew he would be more than capable to protect her daughter. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
~X~
Hours later, Sesshoumaru began to stir. With a slight groan, he awoke. His head was pounding and his body felt like lead. Gingerly he pushed himself up. From somewhere behind him he heard a faint giggle, and growled.
“What, pray tell, is so amusing, Kyouki?”
~X~
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Hope
To all who have been abandoned and have lost all hope in life,
To those who have given up on life and have lost all faith in happiness,
Know that even those who have lost all hope will find happiness,
When the time is right for them and the fates steer it their way.
~Iris Colon
a.k.a. Ruby Raze
Chapter 16: VermillionTo all who have been abandoned and have lost all hope in life,
To those who have given up on life and have lost all faith in happiness,
Know that even those who have lost all hope will find happiness,
When the time is right for them and the fates steer it their way.
~Iris Colon
a.k.a. Ruby Raze
Her kiss had surprised him. His reaction scared him. Both of which were things that he was not used to feeling, so he reacted the only way he knew how. He found it funny how he used to scoff at his brother for not being able to tell the wench how he felt about her when he himself could not do so either. He could not even admit to himself how he felt for her... he just knew it was something more than he was used to or wanted to feel. He was a great lord, he had mortal enemies who were not bound by honor. IF he were to take her as his mate, she would become a target, as would her siblings. It was not a risk he wanted to take.
//She seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious-- she continues to see//
As he continued to walk the forests of his dreamscape, he became more and more immersed in his thoughts. He had been shocked to find her in his own black and white dreamland, even more so when she didn't sense his presence until he was holding her. But what scared him was when he came out of his musings, he found a land that was completely different from the norm. At some point while he was holding her he realized that his grayscale dreamland wasn't so grayscale anymore. Vibrant colors flooded the wooded area like he had never before seen.
//Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home... forever
Oh…//
Quickly shaking those thoughts from his head, he disregarded the fact that she seemed to be the only one able to bring any kind of color to his world. the only problem is that when she shook those particular thoughts from her head, his pride reared it's ugly head to close in for the attack. It snickered and howled it's laughter at him for fleeing from a simple woman, not once, but twice.
//She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia, bathed in possession
She is home to me//
He had fled. it was as simple as that. Even now, with him in the underworld, this girl haunted him. Even in death he was fleeing from her, though now there was no escaping her. She haunted his every moment. She was like a disease to him, or better yet a drug that he wanted to quit but couldn't get enough of. She was the one he overdosed on.
//I get nervous, perverse when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never, she's coming home... Forever//
He knew it wasn't fair to blame her for his death or his current predicament, but his vindictive side dictated that it was indeed her fault because it was blood kin of hers that sealed his fate. Yes, for his irrationally vindictive side laying the blame on her was justified, but the rest of him was not in accord with that rather large piece of him. Deep down he knew there was nothing she could have done, she was still too young and new to her powers. Somehow he knew this was meant to be.
//Oh... she's the only one that makes me sad
Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy.. aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face, to recognize//
With that his thoughts shifted to an entirely different and yet very similar phoenix. He had been training with her in the void in which he now resided for he could only guess how long. However, it wasn't his training that his thoughts turned to, rather the woman herself and the things she'd told him. Those things shocked and scared him, he didn't know what to think. The things that were destined to happen, the things Kagome would have to do; the sacrifices she would have to make; and the changes within him scared him. Though he was loathe to admit it, the future that lie ahead of himself and those he cared for seemed rather bleak, but what must be done, must be done.
//Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of me...
I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors//
Those thoughts only served to bring his mind back to the young phoenix that he just left. Only this time, his aura flared red with his anger. Even in his non-corporeal form, his inu howled possessively at him to protect what was his. He knew she was not trained and ill prepared to face what lay ahead of her. These thoughts only spurred him into a deeper rage and also an overwhelming sadness for her and what she must face and do.
//I exist through my need-- to self oblige
She is something in me, that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me...
She isn't real-- I can't make her real//
~X~
So lost was he, that when his sensei arrived he was startled out of his reverie. His aura flared a livid red before he jumped to the attack, his soul quickly forming a more solid form for him to fight against her in. His attacks were hard and vicious, he was using everything he had ever been taught as a child and more. His sensei glowed with pride as she dodged his attacks. He was getting much better. His anger fueled him to push himself harder and harder. She knew that if he kept up at this pace it would only be a matter of time before she could release him upon the world once more.
After a good six hours of fighting, she finally tired of his now sloppy moves and rage induced snarls. With a well placed blow to the back of his head he was out. Looking down at him, she beamed with pride. He would be the perfect mate for her daughter and for that she was immensely glad. She had trained him herself, so she knew he would be more than capable to protect her daughter. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
~X~
Hours later, Sesshoumaru began to stir. With a slight groan, he awoke. His head was pounding and his body felt like lead. Gingerly he pushed himself up. From somewhere behind him he heard a faint giggle, and growled.
“What, pray tell, is so amusing, Kyouki?”
~X~
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