InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever STrong ❯ An Interesting Story ( Chapter 1 )

For Hannah.

A true friend and great editor.

Thank you for all your help and encouragement.

 

 

The child had been standing in the doorway for a time now. At first she thought the girl had lost her way, when she glanced up from her computer to ask the child if she was looking for someone their gazes locked, and she knew this was no child. Her eyes were dark, empty pools holding the knowledge of centuries. A shiver ran through her body as that cold, heavy lidded gaze wandered over her, connecting every detail of her body to some mental picture. She could have sworn she heard the pieces click together, a perfect match. She knew then that the childlike woman was here to see her.

 

Abigail watched as the girl walked in and sat down in the plush red chair without an invitation. She hadn't asked for her, the front desk would have called, and she couldn't have asked for directions, someone would have accompanied her to the office; utterly fooled by the chilled like appearance, humans and demons were so gullible.

 

The child had simply came to her office, as though she had knew her way around the building, than stood in the doorway as though she had all the time in the world, and from the look of her, she probably did. She could wait forever if she wanted to.

 

Abigail, unfortunately, could not. She had a deadline to meat and the child was a distraction.

 

“Abigail Johnson?” The voice was soft, childlike. With brief pauses between the names, some would think it was because the child was handicapped, but Abigail knew it was to leave no question. No opening for misinterpretation.

 

“Yes?” She snapped. Not very professional but the child irked her somehow. There was no scent to her, no presence filling the room, but there wasn't emptiness like with other demons that hid themselves. It was like she didn't exist.

 

“You are a dragon.” It wasn't a question, but a statement, as though that simple fact explained everything. Why she was here and what she wanted, because Abigail was dragon. “A wonderful race, eyes meant to capture the details of the world. The history recorders of the past. Indeed, you have done well by your kind.”

 

“What is this about?” Abigail was now very annoyed. You couldn't just show up and interrupt a journalist.

 

“Please forgive my interruption.” The childlike demon said in her soft, whisper. Her eyes closed all the way for a moment, soft pale lids drooping down to hide the intensity of her gaze for an instant before pulling back up halfway to expose the chocolate pools once more. “I believe I have something that may interest you.”

 

“Oh really,” Abigail leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on the arms and clasping her hands across her midriff. Studying the woman-child with the same eye she did back when she wrote those public interest columns in New York.

 

She sat, relaxed, in the comfy red chair, her posture wasn't slouched but wasn't ramrod straight either. There was no stiffness in her back as she lounged, no perspiration that might indicate nervousness. Her pale hands were folded neatly in her lap, small silver bracelets circling her slender wrists. Three silver rings glistened on each hand. Such a large amount of jewelry on anyone else would have looked gaudy, but they fit with the girl, as though the reflective metal were no less apart of her than her long milk white hair.

 

Milk-white, not blonde or silver, white, and it didn't look bleached either. Her thin dark brows above her large round eyes and long thick black lashes against her pale complexion seamed wrong, but not out of place. Again, it fit.

 

To match everything else about her she wore a long white gown with a silver trim encircling her thrown and the bottom of the loose dress, and though she couldn't see, she assumed there were similar silver designs decorating the edges of the long sleeves. Over the long gown was a luscious bluish silver cloak. The color, she noted, of ice glistening in the sun, shimmering like mist when the girl shifted to push her thick hair away from her eyes.

 

“I have a story I think you would enjoy.” She whispered.

 

Abigail couldn't tell if the sudden brightness in those dark eyes were from excitement or if they had simply caught the light of the setting sun's orange rays pouring through the small window of her office. Still, she felt her familiar and much missed author's instincts kick in. This story just might be worth listening to.

 

 

 

A/N: so, for those of you who have read my most recent story The Hansel You should recognize Abigail. I figured, if I want to have an awesome journalist write Inuyasha's story, why not someone who I've worked with before. Yeah, I made her a dragon here. Dragons are such great story tellers, and listeners. Have you ever tried to tell a story to a dragon? Let me tell you, its nerve wracking. They love detail and will not settle for small simple “Happily ever after” endings. They love history and if a story isn't finished properly they demand more.

 

I'm sure some of you remember Kedo, my old editor. Sometimes I think she was a dragon…. YOU HEAR THAT YOU SCALEY BITCH?! *cough* yeah, sorry. Well, expect Inuyasha to show is adorable temper when Abigail interrupts him in the middle of his tale to get better details about backgrounds and appearances and whatever other information she thinks Inuyasha is leaving out. Yeah…