InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Simply a Lady 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 591 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 591 | Status: Work In Progress
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Izanami…
Made aware of the presence of a potential enemy following him, Taro still continued on his path towards the Springs of Izanami. He knows that if the little demon, following him were to get to close to the demoness for which the waters are named.
They would be in for a rude awakening…
She had never taken to kindly to strangers, on her land. He knows as well, that although technically she hasn't met him for the first time yet, that he should be safe from her demonic powers. Because of the sheer fact that he has used her healing water so much in the past, that it has left a mark in his blood.
And it is visible to none save her…
And it is the one thing he can count on to get past her wards safely…
Making his way towards the springs continuously, it is about four hours later, when he feels the first touches of her magic. As the pulse of her power caresses his aura, he can tell by its hesitation, that she is puzzled.
Stopping once more now out of habit, the power slams into his body and as he grits through the pain, he looks to find a demon approaching him. Curious and wary as it holds out a sword, he can tell that it is the first of her judges…
“My Mistress is confused. Why is it that you reek of her waters?”
“I will answer to none save her…”
“Then you will not pass…”
“But I must!” Taro choked out, for as he stands immobilized by the pain, the youth looks into the eyes of the demonic judge. “I must…I have to get rid of this energy and to fully heal.”
“Then tell me…Why is that you reek of her/my waters?” The judge once more worded. His voice quiet and well defined. For now a hint of feminine music has encroached upon his words.
“Because I have used them before Mistress Izanami.” Taro replied as he gazed into the ever shifting eyes of her primary judge. Its own eyes of deepest brown, interchanging with that of palest blue…
“But I do not know you…”
“You will…just not for another 400 years…”
“I see…” The voice said as pale blue eyes peeked out curiously. “Come…come and bathe in my waters, the fee this time is your story…”
With that said, Taro is released, and the judge steps aside. It's eyes returning to its normal stare of wait. It nods its head as he passes with a clear clarity. Once he is past the demon, who stands guard as the first of four who protect her waters. He feels the steady magic increase and resume its warding of power.
Walking on, he sees the other judges who appear. The two women and the one child who nod their heads in greeting as all three seem to study him with curious eyes, that he knows shift to the palest blue. He had expected this to happen…
Expecting her to wonder and to observe him, studying for any weaknesses that he may have…
There is one…
And judging by the smile on the child's face, she knows it now.
As he approaches the water, the demoness waits for him. Her body giving off a pale blue wave of energy, she simply sits upon the rock in the middle of the waters with her ankles crossed in front of her.
Blue hair that is wet, clings to her body covering it in places, but leaving it obvious that she is indeed naked underneath. Turning her pale blue eyes upon him, she simply gestures for him to disrobe and to come in.
“Tell me your story?”
“Something tells me you already know.” Taro worded carefully. Pulling off the black shirt off his body first and then his pants. He can't help but be surprised as the demoness looks over him appreciatively. His body lean and muscular, he isn't too thin, but nor is he big. He remembers the first comments he had ever heard about his looks…
…ugly…
…filth…
& lt; br> …disgusting,..
Thus looking at her pale blue eyes, Taro can't help but wonder.
“Why do you stare?”
Izanami smiles and places her finger to her lips in a flirtatious gesture. “Come young one…come…come and bathe in my waters and I may know your story young one. But stories are always better from the lips and minds of those who experienced them. Don't you agree?”
Hearing the familiar voice speak to him in a reassuring tone, as he enters the water, he nods his head in anger to her question. Fully unashamed of the scars that crisscross his skin from beatings, as well as the attempts at his life, he bears each one proudly.
Ducking under the coolness of her water, the youth feels the energy draining away from him rapidly. His wounds healing from that onslaught of the miko, he breathes a small sigh of relief. But yet as he arises from the water, he can still feel the energy coursing inside his body…
Swirling…ever growing, it was starting to become permanent almost. He can still generate the black, but now he can feel the white power of the miko soaring through his skin.
“I'm waiting young one…” The demoness purred with a smile. “Tell me your story…”
Looking into those pale blue eyes, the youth leans back against the rock. Her hair draping him almost as it seems to blend with the healing waters. He feels her fingers trek up his body, to touch his mind and to walk his memories.
Suddenly feeling sleepy, he closes his eyes, and she smiles….
…Rest young one, I feel it has been long since you had one…rest…your story will come to me in dreams…
Her fingers brushing through his back hair, Izanami begins to work her magic on his dreams. Images seem to flow into her mind like the water of a river into a lake, and the warm smile she once had seems to turn into a frown of despair.
…A part of you is missing young one, it must be returned to you for you to fully heal….
Delving deep into his mind and body for what she seeks, she finds the part that has been missing dead and locked away deep in his conscious. Feeling the sorrow, that she can not do much of anything, she is about to leave when she notices the fait flicker of light manifesting itself in side that area.
…so a part of this lives…
Her magic flaring up, the demoness opens the door and walks upon the dead and lifeless part of his soul. Her fingers caressing, the light with a gentle smile, she hears the song as she listens to his memory. The images flow into her willingly and she gasps at the pain and the sadness as well as the heartbreak associated with that memory…
…No wonder you come to me so often it isn't because you get hurt so much, because you are afraid..…
Sighing softly as she withdraws from his mind, she simply strokes her fingers through his black hair as he rests against her. …You must remember what I tell you. The truth which is a lie will hurt more than the lie which is the truth. Once you realize that, then you will truly be healed….
Made aware of the presence of a potential enemy following him, Taro still continued on his path towards the Springs of Izanami. He knows that if the little demon, following him were to get to close to the demoness for which the waters are named.
They would be in for a rude awakening…
She had never taken to kindly to strangers, on her land. He knows as well, that although technically she hasn't met him for the first time yet, that he should be safe from her demonic powers. Because of the sheer fact that he has used her healing water so much in the past, that it has left a mark in his blood.
And it is visible to none save her…
And it is the one thing he can count on to get past her wards safely…
Making his way towards the springs continuously, it is about four hours later, when he feels the first touches of her magic. As the pulse of her power caresses his aura, he can tell by its hesitation, that she is puzzled.
Stopping once more now out of habit, the power slams into his body and as he grits through the pain, he looks to find a demon approaching him. Curious and wary as it holds out a sword, he can tell that it is the first of her judges…
“My Mistress is confused. Why is it that you reek of her waters?”
“I will answer to none save her…”
“Then you will not pass…”
“But I must!” Taro choked out, for as he stands immobilized by the pain, the youth looks into the eyes of the demonic judge. “I must…I have to get rid of this energy and to fully heal.”
“Then tell me…Why is that you reek of her/my waters?” The judge once more worded. His voice quiet and well defined. For now a hint of feminine music has encroached upon his words.
“Because I have used them before Mistress Izanami.” Taro replied as he gazed into the ever shifting eyes of her primary judge. Its own eyes of deepest brown, interchanging with that of palest blue…
“But I do not know you…”
“You will…just not for another 400 years…”
“I see…” The voice said as pale blue eyes peeked out curiously. “Come…come and bathe in my waters, the fee this time is your story…”
With that said, Taro is released, and the judge steps aside. It's eyes returning to its normal stare of wait. It nods its head as he passes with a clear clarity. Once he is past the demon, who stands guard as the first of four who protect her waters. He feels the steady magic increase and resume its warding of power.
Walking on, he sees the other judges who appear. The two women and the one child who nod their heads in greeting as all three seem to study him with curious eyes, that he knows shift to the palest blue. He had expected this to happen…
Expecting her to wonder and to observe him, studying for any weaknesses that he may have…
There is one…
And judging by the smile on the child's face, she knows it now.
As he approaches the water, the demoness waits for him. Her body giving off a pale blue wave of energy, she simply sits upon the rock in the middle of the waters with her ankles crossed in front of her.
Blue hair that is wet, clings to her body covering it in places, but leaving it obvious that she is indeed naked underneath. Turning her pale blue eyes upon him, she simply gestures for him to disrobe and to come in.
“Tell me your story?”
“Something tells me you already know.” Taro worded carefully. Pulling off the black shirt off his body first and then his pants. He can't help but be surprised as the demoness looks over him appreciatively. His body lean and muscular, he isn't too thin, but nor is he big. He remembers the first comments he had ever heard about his looks…
…ugly…
…filth…
& lt; br> …disgusting,..
Thus looking at her pale blue eyes, Taro can't help but wonder.
“Why do you stare?”
Izanami smiles and places her finger to her lips in a flirtatious gesture. “Come young one…come…come and bathe in my waters and I may know your story young one. But stories are always better from the lips and minds of those who experienced them. Don't you agree?”
Hearing the familiar voice speak to him in a reassuring tone, as he enters the water, he nods his head in anger to her question. Fully unashamed of the scars that crisscross his skin from beatings, as well as the attempts at his life, he bears each one proudly.
Ducking under the coolness of her water, the youth feels the energy draining away from him rapidly. His wounds healing from that onslaught of the miko, he breathes a small sigh of relief. But yet as he arises from the water, he can still feel the energy coursing inside his body…
Swirling…ever growing, it was starting to become permanent almost. He can still generate the black, but now he can feel the white power of the miko soaring through his skin.
“I'm waiting young one…” The demoness purred with a smile. “Tell me your story…”
Looking into those pale blue eyes, the youth leans back against the rock. Her hair draping him almost as it seems to blend with the healing waters. He feels her fingers trek up his body, to touch his mind and to walk his memories.
Suddenly feeling sleepy, he closes his eyes, and she smiles….
…Rest young one, I feel it has been long since you had one…rest…your story will come to me in dreams…
Her fingers brushing through his back hair, Izanami begins to work her magic on his dreams. Images seem to flow into her mind like the water of a river into a lake, and the warm smile she once had seems to turn into a frown of despair.
…A part of you is missing young one, it must be returned to you for you to fully heal….
Delving deep into his mind and body for what she seeks, she finds the part that has been missing dead and locked away deep in his conscious. Feeling the sorrow, that she can not do much of anything, she is about to leave when she notices the fait flicker of light manifesting itself in side that area.
…so a part of this lives…
Her magic flaring up, the demoness opens the door and walks upon the dead and lifeless part of his soul. Her fingers caressing, the light with a gentle smile, she hears the song as she listens to his memory. The images flow into her willingly and she gasps at the pain and the sadness as well as the heartbreak associated with that memory…
…No wonder you come to me so often it isn't because you get hurt so much, because you are afraid..…
Sighing softly as she withdraws from his mind, she simply strokes her fingers through his black hair as he rests against her. …You must remember what I tell you. The truth which is a lie will hurt more than the lie which is the truth. Once you realize that, then you will truly be healed….