InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fate Finds a Way ❯ The Prince's Plan ( Chapter 3 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Tiranth 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 734 | Visits: 170 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 734 | Visits: 170 | Status: Completed
Chapter 3 – The Prince’s Plan
He crept along the edge of the forest, glad that the sun was high and that his stripped fur was blending with the patterns the light was making through the trees. His prey was ningen but he still preferred to be downwind. Treating every prey the same prevented mistakes in the future. That was the motto of the tora youkai. His tail twitched in anticipation as he moved into position. He could see the girl clearly, sitting on the edge of the old well, digging in the dirt with the toe of her shoe. She was pretty for a ningen; he could understand why the prince was so insistent upon making her his mate. A wind rose, causing the girl’s high ponytail to sway gentle and bringing her scent to him. He breathed deeply of that scent, honeysuckle and…he snarled unintentionally at the other scent mingled with hers but he knew now that he must not touch this prey. The youkai turned and sprinted through the forest, back to his employer. The ningen prince that hired him was crouched behind a tree, watching the girl intently and jumped when Hantaa tapped him on the shoulder. “What is it? You’re supposed to be attacking her!” he hissed.
Hantaa crossed his arms over his broad chest and flattened his ears. “Deals off prince,” he spat.
Angry red splotches appeared on the prince’s pale face. “What? What do you mean ‘deals off’?” he sputtered.
The youkai almost laughed, this prince was obviously not used to being refused but he didn’t care about some spoiled prince’s desires. All he cared about was staying alive and if he touched on hair on that girl’s head, even if it was not with the intent to actually cause her harm, he was risking his life. “She’s marked. I’m not touching her.”
“Marked? What the hell does that mean?”
The tora shook his head. “Foolish ningen. You know nothing of youkai customs,” he stopped; the wind had changed, bringing him a new scent. “You will find out now what that means.”
Iroke shook with rage as the youkai leapt to the trees and was gone. “Get back here you baka!” he hissed, as loud as he dared. ‘Damn it.’ How was he supposed to save her now? A sudden wave of unease passed over him and he turned back to Akari. “Oh shit.”
Standing behind her was a tall man, no it had to be youkai, no ningen had hair that shade of silver white and even from his place Iroke could see the golden eyes and the markings on the forehead and cheeks. The youkai was wearing clothes that marked him of the highest class of youkai, a taiyoukai. Iroke had heard stories of the youkai lords that ruled each of the four directions. The youkai merely stood looking down at Akari and Iroke gulped. He had wanted to save her from a youkai and here was his chance. He took several hesitant steps forward then saw the youkai’s lips move ever so slightly. His bride-to-be jumped to her feet, startled. What he saw next made him freeze in his tracks. Akari actually stepped up to the youkai, unafraid as it reached out and brushed her cheek. Then it pulled her closer and…he sat down hard on the ground in shock as the youkai kissed her. Iroke couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was this what Hantaa meant? That some kuzu of a youkai had claimed her? He knew she was friends with that hanyou but at least he was part ningen. This was a full blooded youkai. How he knew that he wasn’t exactly certain but that was the only thing that could explain his hired youkai’s sudden disappearance. This kuso kissing his future wife was a youkai of incredible power and status. Anger replaced his shock. There was no way he was going to loose her to a youkai. He watched with angry eyes as they broke apart and sat on the well, talking.
Finally with one last embrace the youkai left. Akari stayed for several moments more, watching in the direction it had gone then she turned and began to walk the path back to the village. Iroke followed.
He crept along the edge of the forest, glad that the sun was high and that his stripped fur was blending with the patterns the light was making through the trees. His prey was ningen but he still preferred to be downwind. Treating every prey the same prevented mistakes in the future. That was the motto of the tora youkai. His tail twitched in anticipation as he moved into position. He could see the girl clearly, sitting on the edge of the old well, digging in the dirt with the toe of her shoe. She was pretty for a ningen; he could understand why the prince was so insistent upon making her his mate. A wind rose, causing the girl’s high ponytail to sway gentle and bringing her scent to him. He breathed deeply of that scent, honeysuckle and…he snarled unintentionally at the other scent mingled with hers but he knew now that he must not touch this prey. The youkai turned and sprinted through the forest, back to his employer. The ningen prince that hired him was crouched behind a tree, watching the girl intently and jumped when Hantaa tapped him on the shoulder. “What is it? You’re supposed to be attacking her!” he hissed.
Hantaa crossed his arms over his broad chest and flattened his ears. “Deals off prince,” he spat.
Angry red splotches appeared on the prince’s pale face. “What? What do you mean ‘deals off’?” he sputtered.
The youkai almost laughed, this prince was obviously not used to being refused but he didn’t care about some spoiled prince’s desires. All he cared about was staying alive and if he touched on hair on that girl’s head, even if it was not with the intent to actually cause her harm, he was risking his life. “She’s marked. I’m not touching her.”
“Marked? What the hell does that mean?”
The tora shook his head. “Foolish ningen. You know nothing of youkai customs,” he stopped; the wind had changed, bringing him a new scent. “You will find out now what that means.”
Iroke shook with rage as the youkai leapt to the trees and was gone. “Get back here you baka!” he hissed, as loud as he dared. ‘Damn it.’ How was he supposed to save her now? A sudden wave of unease passed over him and he turned back to Akari. “Oh shit.”
Standing behind her was a tall man, no it had to be youkai, no ningen had hair that shade of silver white and even from his place Iroke could see the golden eyes and the markings on the forehead and cheeks. The youkai was wearing clothes that marked him of the highest class of youkai, a taiyoukai. Iroke had heard stories of the youkai lords that ruled each of the four directions. The youkai merely stood looking down at Akari and Iroke gulped. He had wanted to save her from a youkai and here was his chance. He took several hesitant steps forward then saw the youkai’s lips move ever so slightly. His bride-to-be jumped to her feet, startled. What he saw next made him freeze in his tracks. Akari actually stepped up to the youkai, unafraid as it reached out and brushed her cheek. Then it pulled her closer and…he sat down hard on the ground in shock as the youkai kissed her. Iroke couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was this what Hantaa meant? That some kuzu of a youkai had claimed her? He knew she was friends with that hanyou but at least he was part ningen. This was a full blooded youkai. How he knew that he wasn’t exactly certain but that was the only thing that could explain his hired youkai’s sudden disappearance. This kuso kissing his future wife was a youkai of incredible power and status. Anger replaced his shock. There was no way he was going to loose her to a youkai. He watched with angry eyes as they broke apart and sat on the well, talking.
Finally with one last embrace the youkai left. Akari stayed for several moments more, watching in the direction it had gone then she turned and began to walk the path back to the village. Iroke followed.