InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Fruit ❯ Perfection ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

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Forbidden Fruit - Chapter One:

 

Perfection

 

 

 

“The Forbidden Never Tasted This Sweet”

 

 

 

 

She is perfect. In every sense of the word. Hair as long and dark as a moonless night, eyes as blue as the sea, lips as luscious and delicate as her lithe form. Not a single flaw marred her entire body. Her entire, goddess-like body. Aphrodite herself couldn't have been more alluring.

 

Her legs went on forever, leading up to her flat stomach, continuing onwards to her succulently plump breasts, and finally to her face. The face of an angel. Her beautiful heart-shaped face. It was hard to tell which accentuated which. The shape of her face, with her high cheekbones, and cute little button nose. Or was it the things that adorned it? Her lips, eyes, even her perfectly waxed eyebrows? No man would ever even try to guess. She was just…perfect.

 

It was more than just her body that would make a man literally die for just a brush against her skin. Yes, there was so much more to this woman. She was a fighter. A warrior, most would say. She fights for the `good of mankind' as her guardian calls it.

 

She fights against beings such as I. Creatures of the darkness. Of the night. She is a vampire slayer. A Hunter. Call it what you will, but the point is, she hunts us. Fire is her element. And she uses it, possesses it, bends it to her will. Or maybe it is the one possessing her, and bending her to its will. Whatever the case, I see the fire inside of her quite frequently. It burns inside her eyes, beats within her heart, courses through her veins, blazes throughout her mind, and drives her very soul. A fire that cannot be quenched until every last one of my kind has fallen before her.

 

Perhaps that is what draws me to her. But no, it cannot be simply that. There is more to it, I know that better than I know my own name. I have been watching her since she was just a little whelp of no more than 13. When she first started her training.

 

I have seen the way she smiles, the way she laughs. The way she can brighten up any room she walks into, and immediately lighten the mood of it's occupants. I have watched as she and her friends spend time together. The caring and open way she interacts with them. The way she treats them as if they are her entire world, which they most likely are. I have never seen a more amazing sight than the way she cares for them. The way her eyes tear up, and how the enormous amount of empathy the girl has causes her to feel their pain as her own when they suffer.

 

And then I have seen her dark side. The side she brings into play only for my kind. How her wondrous eyes narrow to a look of clear indifference. She transforms into a completely different person then. I know, deep down, she is still the same. But not to us. Never to us. How she came to hate our kind with such…passion. Such rage. I may never know. But it is in that rage, that the fire consumes her. Becomes her.

 

She moves with quick precision through the darkness of the night, never sparing her opponent even a tiny bit of mercy. In her eyes, we chose our paths the day we became vampires. So therefore, we shall pay the price, with no compassion from her whatsoever.

 

Her eyes shift to a steely blue in battle. Fluid in every motion, she defeats any and all who dare oppose her. By any means necessary, they die. Simple as that. This war, this vendetta she has raised against us is what first intrigued me. I have seen many a slayer in my day. But never one such as her. One with such…determination, to see our kind put to an end. Her mind is a brick wall with iron encasings. Never once have I been able to break through it. Her will is too great. Too powerful. Not that I ever try very hard though. My angel has warranted that much of my respect. But that doesn't mean I'm not curious.

 

I am not one who is easily entrapped by any woman, no matter how beautiful. As to why it is this woman, the sole enemy to my kind, that has sparked my attention, I may never know. Or want to know for that matter.

 

To my knowledge, she has never seen me. Heard of me, yes. But never has she suspected that it is I who watch her as she sleeps. I who constantly hover in the shadows as she fights, ready to step in should she need aid. She will never see how she makes me yearn for her, how she makes me ache. In both body and soul. If I even have a soul left, that is.

 

My light has always been a fighter by nature. No man can dare even hope to tame my little spitfire. Not that I would let them live long if they tried. No, no man will tame her. I will see to that. She is the epitome of perfection, and she deserves someone just as worthy. Someone such as I.

 

A little bit presumptuous of me, I suppose. But feh, like I give a damn. It is pointless to lie to myself. I realized that a long time ago. And I was anything but afraid to admit how I felt about her. I love her. About as much as a vampire can love anyone I suppose.

 

It is all in vain though. I have fallen for the one person I cannot have, despite all of the delusions I grant myself on nights such as these. I am the one she seeks. The one she wants to kill above all. I am the lord over all other vampires, granting me space at the top of her list. With my death, they would be broken. A broken pack of wolves with no alpha to lead. It is then that they would crumble, and be hers for the killing.

 

Perhaps it makes me a bad leader, to allow one female that I could easily kill at this very moment, to slaughter the people over whom I rule. But I admit they do deserve it. Most of them do anyway. If she didn't kill them, then I surely would. We live by a code, us vampires. Hard to believe, I know. But we do. That code is a list of rules, rules that every vampire must live by. I kill the ones who disobey it, as does she. I used to fool myself by thinking that was the reason I kept her alive. Because she simply made my job easier. And I happened to `overlook' the ones she killed that did not break the code.

 

They are growing restless though. They cannot sit idly by with their lives (or what's left of them) constantly as stake. Literally. I have been approached countless times by my fearful followers, and each time I respond in the same way. “Patience. Her time will come. Until then, she still serves a purpose”. I chuckle softly to myself. Purpose. That she does have, but not in the ways they believe.

 

I torment myself by coming here, by watching her every night. Knowing that I will never have her. But it is in bittersweet longing that I dwell. It is an unwritten law, which forbids me from having her. Not to mention the other factors: She would never have me, I would be betraying my kind, and there is no future in it. I am the darkness. She is the light. The Yin and Yang of the universe counterbalances between us. Possibly the most amusing part is that she doesn't even know it. Or if she does, she's damn good at hiding it.

 

I stand as I realize that dawn will soon be approaching. I must leave before she awakens or there will literally be hell to pay. I take one last glimpse at my angel. My light. She is also my darkness in a way. She is my darkest and best-kept secret. She is the darkness that corrupts me in ways unknown even to myself at times. If the others were to know about her, about the way I feel towards her…Yet again, there would be hell to pay.

 

Ah, the tale of Romeo and Juliet flickers through my mind for a brief moment. The tale of two lovers, forbidden to be together. A wry grin appears on my face as I softly stroke her velvety soft cheek. Too bad one of the lovers doesn't realize it. But then again, it is better this way. If she doesn't know, then I can continue my charade a bit longer. Leaning down, I whisper into her ear,

 

“'Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night, till it be morrow.'” I softly quote from the famous play. It may have been Juliet's line, but it would have sounded better by Romeo anyway. My lips softly brush her warm cheek in a bittersweet goodbye.

 

I may not be able to physically possess her, but her soul is branded as mine. I smirk. Forbidden fruit always was more tempting. Until tomorrow night.

 

She shifts in her sleep as consciousness slowly starts to return. Her eyes crack open a bit and I smile as I catch a glimpse of blue. She blinks the sleep away and slowly glances around, sleepily assessing her surrounding as she does every morning. When her eyes reach the spot where I was kneeling, I am gone. A smirk passes my lips as I see her softly stroke her cheek that my lips just caressed, with a small dreamy smile. Perhaps it is time to up the stakes a bit. Danger was never more exciting.

 

Yes, until tomorrow indeed.

 

My Angel.

 

My Light.

 

My Love.

 

My Kagome.

 

 

 

A/N: Yes, if you haven't figured it out by now, the person speaking is in fact, Inuyasha. This may have been a little bit OOC for him…ok, a LOT OOC, but hey, it fit the story. If your confused I'll break it down a little bit. Inuyasha is a vampire (obviously), and Kagome is a vampire slayer. She slays his kind for some unknown reason. He isn't sure why she kills them with such…ferocity. But that is one of the things that drew him to her in the first place. He watched her grow up since she was 13. Inuyasha is the leader of the vampires. Meaning Kagome is his sworn enemy, and vice-versa. So he can never even hope to pursue a relationship with her, no matter how much he wishes it were so. Not to mention she would turn him away anyway. Or kill him. Whichever be the lesser of the two evils.