InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Getting to know you ❯ Chapter one ( Chapter 2 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.24.2006 | Updated On: 01.24.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 837 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.24.2006 | Updated On: 01.24.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 837 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Don't own InuYasha, Sesshomaru or any of the other kawaii characters of InuYasha! Rawr baby rawr! But I do own this story and the story which it orgininates from and if you steal that I will eat your heart!
Getting to know you
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter One
I guess you’re all wondering why the hell I started my story the way I did, but I’ll explain. Things were different back then, people were different and in all honesty it was a common thing for people and youkai alike to take their own lives. It had been the dark period for the Western Lands. The Great Inu-Youkai King InuTashio and his beautiful wife, Izayoui had died in a siege of the castle a year before. The people were looking for hope and the disappearance of their second prince left many with doubts. Trust was something hard to come by, and the new ruler, the new king trusted almost no one. To him there was no such thing as the word it was so bad.
I bet you’re wondering where I fit into this tale, how I felt the need to escape and I will tell you in time so be patient. You see, I lived in the castle for most of my life. My parents were travelers, entrepreneurs if you will and friends with the late king’s wife. They went way back. I think I was five when I arrived to stay, my parents deciding to follow missionaries to uncharted lands and I officially became a caretaker to InuYasha, the king and queen’s first son, yet second born.
Sesshomaru didn’t come into the picture until I was at least eleven. He was so beautiful and regal that he didn’t have time for anything until then. He was a future king, the best among the best, and there was no point in introducing himself to his brother’s babysitter. Especially since he had a rather large grudge against humans. Let’s just leave it at he was a little picky, like most spoiled boys are. Anyway moving on to when I was about eleven, some men came to the castle, they had news and it wasn’t good. My parents, they had been betrayed by the missionaries and slaughtered execution style. They had their limbs torn off and brought back to the castle, and the men who had brought them disappeared into a thick cloud of miasma.
The death of my parents was the start of everything. My cries could be heard in the hallways, my laments for my family lost. Many people came to cheer me up, I was thankful for that much, yet it never eased the pain in my heart. I believe it was about a week or two after their death when the night was bright and enormous in the sky and I was sitting in the small garden in my nightgown. Tears left my eyes puffy and red, my nose running and my mood was a bad as soured milk. Nightmares plagued my mind and kept me awake more often than not and my appetite suffered to the point of concern.
I remember it was snowing because of how cold I was, though I don’t think I really cared. Darkness had been all around me, only the light of the moon to guide me, my head was on my knees, my arms hiding my silent tears. The castle had left me claustrophobic, thus the reason why I had left its “comforts”. I didn’t realize that someone was with me until I heard the crunching of snow, the sound giving away the unwanted visitor. I had been about to yell and hiss for my guest to leave, but his voice stopped me and I sat frozen, in more ways than one.
He told me about my selfish weakness of grief and pathetic emotions of a human. It made me feel lower than dirt and I fought back more hot tears of anguish, but the sob that escaped my mouth made him continue. In actuality he wasn’t condoning my temporary weakness, although it sure did sound like it. We sat there next to each other silently for a while until warmth surrounded me and when I lifted my eyes I was covered in white silk. Silver hair blew and his eyes watched me cautiously, they were colder than the snow I was sitting on but they hid the overwhelming understanding deep within those golden orbs.
I could tell you the story he told me of when he was younger, tales of horror, tragedy, death and endless pain and suffering, but I don’t have the heart to speak of such madness. I nearly died of shock hearing such words from a strong and proud Inu-Youkai prince, it was a story that a child should ever have to hear about or experience so I’ll leave you to your imagination. If I hadn’t been surrounded by the smell of him and the warmth of him I don’t know how I would have taken it, but I guess it was his way of telling me that things would be okay. That my suffering wasn’t as bad as what others had to go through, and selfish as it may sound I think that he was right.
Okay it probably sounds completely made up, and some figment of my expansive imagination, but I swear that it all happened. Words spoken were left in the air, they would never be told to anyone, and in a way I was becoming his confidant. Maybe it was my human weakness that led him to me, the way people responded to my emotions, but I’m glad that he had seen me through those dark times. Our conversation in the snow lasted for what seemed like forever, I had taken over speaking, my thoughts and true emotions coming to the surface. The weird thing about it was that he listened, and not out of politeness, or because I was talking, but he just listened.
Maybe that does sound kind of off when thinking about Sesshomaru, but then again all things are possible. I mean just look what happened to me, what became of me, which too will be explained in due time. I don’t really remember how I got back into my room, but I know that he carried me, I could feel it you know, just feel that he had taken the time to make sure I was alright.
That wasn’t the last time I saw him by far, and it became a little ritual, him and me, being together. It was something unexpected and a little bit of a paradox, but it was what I needed to get back onto the right track, an outlet from everyone where I could be just alone with myself. He was like the wind, silent but understanding, someone I could count on.
Now don’t get me wrong, this is a story of love, and what not, but this time we spent together wasn’t the foundation of our union, it wasn’t like “oh I love you” one day in the study, because such words couldn’t be heard of. Things have to get worse before they get better and they did because Kagura returned. Yes, she was Sesshomaru’s intended and I know what you’re thinking, but it wasn’t all that bad, she seemed nice. I mean in a cold “I think you’re stupid and would love to kill you because you’re taking away me time” kind of person, but I respected her.
I mean she had something that I began to long for, a closeness with Sesshomaru that looked picture perfect, she was the best youkai because he had chosen her. She had not chosen him, Sesshomaru took what was his and she agreed. Honestly, I thought that she should have been proud to have someone like him show interest, but then again what do I know. Appearances can be deceiving.
She would have made a great Queen, before the light was shed upon the truth and her true colors were shown. She could have ran a kingdom like a man but better. She had power in her step and the eyes of a killer, with the intelligence to make a cat jealous, oh yeah she had the makings of greatness. But with power there is corruption, and power corrupts almost indefinitely. I think I was fifteen when everything went down, or at least close to that age. It’s really a blur to me, a little bit of a gaping hole of black, but it’s a day that couldn’t be forgotten. How could you forget when just walking around the castle triggered violent flash backs that left me screaming hysterically until unconscious.
Death can really change a person, killing changes people, watching some die, it’s all something that warps someone’s mind. It has made people lose themselves and slip into the darkness of their own hearts, to give it all up just to ease the pain, or the guilt. My own hands have blood on them, and I have my own score to settle with. Confession seemed to be the only thing that will work, to pray and beg for forgiveness so that my soul can rise to heaven instead of being shackled to hell. It was an accident, but when thinking about it, when is self defense ever an accident. Kill or be killed, that’s how it was during that period, nobody was safe.
Now I think this is the perfect place to begin this tale of mine. After this there is no going back to the innocent days, those days will be preserved, but never tangible. So please, don’t think bad of me, or any one else, they did what they had to for one reason or another. With death there is life. With life there is death. That’s all I think I can say at this moment. Remember that there is always the good with the bad, they come hand in hand, and what is bad to one person is not always good to another.
Life is a contradiction, a paradox, but that’s how we live it.
E/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! You made me giggle MUCHO MUCHO! My mood's a little sour right now, but please don't let that stop you from reviewing to this! REMEMBER! I'm easily persuaded so MOTIVATE me to write more and I will!
Adultfanfiction:
Ren: Thank you so much! I'm glad that you like it, and yes it's going to be continued. I worked hard to get that scene down right and I hope I did.
Chanda: YAR! lol you can be cliche on me anyday! But I appreciate it! I love knowing that my stories have pulled you in. I have succeeded (cackles) lol
Anon: I'm glad that you liked it! I hope that this update was soon enough for you!
LaLaMoon: lol I giggle a lot too. Craziness is always a spiffeh characterisitic to have so w00t! And no he didn't knock her out, the exhaustion made her keel over (sweatdrops) hope I made sense there.
Fanfiction:
I'minuyashamatekagome: I don't know how really, it just comes out. Honestly when I write I use apart of myself in almost everything. My emotions reflect how a chapter will sound like. I hope to become a writer and thank you for such the compliment! Hopefully I can live up to some expectations!
Icygirl2: Everything will be explained. I highly reccoment people to read "Will you be mine?" because I add some references that may sound confusing. Thank you! I hope you have a great day also!
VcChick: I hope I explained a little in this chapter, but there are reasons behind why she ran. If you read close enough I talk about what people think (in the prologue) and how people precieve things and gossip can easily affect the mind of a young and impressionable child/teenager.
DPM: lol yay me. (randomly throws confetti) you might wanna look at my reply to VcChick. Remember there are things that I haven't explained but just because he may seem to love her doesn't mean he can act upon these emotions. Things are often easier said than done and it is in human nature to screw up the simplest of tasks. (I know from expierence) My adrenaline was pumping too! Yar! It was so exciting to write the prologue!
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Getting to know you
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter One
I guess you’re all wondering why the hell I started my story the way I did, but I’ll explain. Things were different back then, people were different and in all honesty it was a common thing for people and youkai alike to take their own lives. It had been the dark period for the Western Lands. The Great Inu-Youkai King InuTashio and his beautiful wife, Izayoui had died in a siege of the castle a year before. The people were looking for hope and the disappearance of their second prince left many with doubts. Trust was something hard to come by, and the new ruler, the new king trusted almost no one. To him there was no such thing as the word it was so bad.
I bet you’re wondering where I fit into this tale, how I felt the need to escape and I will tell you in time so be patient. You see, I lived in the castle for most of my life. My parents were travelers, entrepreneurs if you will and friends with the late king’s wife. They went way back. I think I was five when I arrived to stay, my parents deciding to follow missionaries to uncharted lands and I officially became a caretaker to InuYasha, the king and queen’s first son, yet second born.
Sesshomaru didn’t come into the picture until I was at least eleven. He was so beautiful and regal that he didn’t have time for anything until then. He was a future king, the best among the best, and there was no point in introducing himself to his brother’s babysitter. Especially since he had a rather large grudge against humans. Let’s just leave it at he was a little picky, like most spoiled boys are. Anyway moving on to when I was about eleven, some men came to the castle, they had news and it wasn’t good. My parents, they had been betrayed by the missionaries and slaughtered execution style. They had their limbs torn off and brought back to the castle, and the men who had brought them disappeared into a thick cloud of miasma.
The death of my parents was the start of everything. My cries could be heard in the hallways, my laments for my family lost. Many people came to cheer me up, I was thankful for that much, yet it never eased the pain in my heart. I believe it was about a week or two after their death when the night was bright and enormous in the sky and I was sitting in the small garden in my nightgown. Tears left my eyes puffy and red, my nose running and my mood was a bad as soured milk. Nightmares plagued my mind and kept me awake more often than not and my appetite suffered to the point of concern.
I remember it was snowing because of how cold I was, though I don’t think I really cared. Darkness had been all around me, only the light of the moon to guide me, my head was on my knees, my arms hiding my silent tears. The castle had left me claustrophobic, thus the reason why I had left its “comforts”. I didn’t realize that someone was with me until I heard the crunching of snow, the sound giving away the unwanted visitor. I had been about to yell and hiss for my guest to leave, but his voice stopped me and I sat frozen, in more ways than one.
He told me about my selfish weakness of grief and pathetic emotions of a human. It made me feel lower than dirt and I fought back more hot tears of anguish, but the sob that escaped my mouth made him continue. In actuality he wasn’t condoning my temporary weakness, although it sure did sound like it. We sat there next to each other silently for a while until warmth surrounded me and when I lifted my eyes I was covered in white silk. Silver hair blew and his eyes watched me cautiously, they were colder than the snow I was sitting on but they hid the overwhelming understanding deep within those golden orbs.
I could tell you the story he told me of when he was younger, tales of horror, tragedy, death and endless pain and suffering, but I don’t have the heart to speak of such madness. I nearly died of shock hearing such words from a strong and proud Inu-Youkai prince, it was a story that a child should ever have to hear about or experience so I’ll leave you to your imagination. If I hadn’t been surrounded by the smell of him and the warmth of him I don’t know how I would have taken it, but I guess it was his way of telling me that things would be okay. That my suffering wasn’t as bad as what others had to go through, and selfish as it may sound I think that he was right.
Okay it probably sounds completely made up, and some figment of my expansive imagination, but I swear that it all happened. Words spoken were left in the air, they would never be told to anyone, and in a way I was becoming his confidant. Maybe it was my human weakness that led him to me, the way people responded to my emotions, but I’m glad that he had seen me through those dark times. Our conversation in the snow lasted for what seemed like forever, I had taken over speaking, my thoughts and true emotions coming to the surface. The weird thing about it was that he listened, and not out of politeness, or because I was talking, but he just listened.
Maybe that does sound kind of off when thinking about Sesshomaru, but then again all things are possible. I mean just look what happened to me, what became of me, which too will be explained in due time. I don’t really remember how I got back into my room, but I know that he carried me, I could feel it you know, just feel that he had taken the time to make sure I was alright.
That wasn’t the last time I saw him by far, and it became a little ritual, him and me, being together. It was something unexpected and a little bit of a paradox, but it was what I needed to get back onto the right track, an outlet from everyone where I could be just alone with myself. He was like the wind, silent but understanding, someone I could count on.
Now don’t get me wrong, this is a story of love, and what not, but this time we spent together wasn’t the foundation of our union, it wasn’t like “oh I love you” one day in the study, because such words couldn’t be heard of. Things have to get worse before they get better and they did because Kagura returned. Yes, she was Sesshomaru’s intended and I know what you’re thinking, but it wasn’t all that bad, she seemed nice. I mean in a cold “I think you’re stupid and would love to kill you because you’re taking away me time” kind of person, but I respected her.
I mean she had something that I began to long for, a closeness with Sesshomaru that looked picture perfect, she was the best youkai because he had chosen her. She had not chosen him, Sesshomaru took what was his and she agreed. Honestly, I thought that she should have been proud to have someone like him show interest, but then again what do I know. Appearances can be deceiving.
She would have made a great Queen, before the light was shed upon the truth and her true colors were shown. She could have ran a kingdom like a man but better. She had power in her step and the eyes of a killer, with the intelligence to make a cat jealous, oh yeah she had the makings of greatness. But with power there is corruption, and power corrupts almost indefinitely. I think I was fifteen when everything went down, or at least close to that age. It’s really a blur to me, a little bit of a gaping hole of black, but it’s a day that couldn’t be forgotten. How could you forget when just walking around the castle triggered violent flash backs that left me screaming hysterically until unconscious.
Death can really change a person, killing changes people, watching some die, it’s all something that warps someone’s mind. It has made people lose themselves and slip into the darkness of their own hearts, to give it all up just to ease the pain, or the guilt. My own hands have blood on them, and I have my own score to settle with. Confession seemed to be the only thing that will work, to pray and beg for forgiveness so that my soul can rise to heaven instead of being shackled to hell. It was an accident, but when thinking about it, when is self defense ever an accident. Kill or be killed, that’s how it was during that period, nobody was safe.
Now I think this is the perfect place to begin this tale of mine. After this there is no going back to the innocent days, those days will be preserved, but never tangible. So please, don’t think bad of me, or any one else, they did what they had to for one reason or another. With death there is life. With life there is death. That’s all I think I can say at this moment. Remember that there is always the good with the bad, they come hand in hand, and what is bad to one person is not always good to another.
Life is a contradiction, a paradox, but that’s how we live it.
E/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! You made me giggle MUCHO MUCHO! My mood's a little sour right now, but please don't let that stop you from reviewing to this! REMEMBER! I'm easily persuaded so MOTIVATE me to write more and I will!
Adultfanfiction:
Ren: Thank you so much! I'm glad that you like it, and yes it's going to be continued. I worked hard to get that scene down right and I hope I did.
Chanda: YAR! lol you can be cliche on me anyday! But I appreciate it! I love knowing that my stories have pulled you in. I have succeeded (cackles) lol
Anon: I'm glad that you liked it! I hope that this update was soon enough for you!
LaLaMoon: lol I giggle a lot too. Craziness is always a spiffeh characterisitic to have so w00t! And no he didn't knock her out, the exhaustion made her keel over (sweatdrops) hope I made sense there.
Fanfiction:
I'minuyashamatekagome: I don't know how really, it just comes out. Honestly when I write I use apart of myself in almost everything. My emotions reflect how a chapter will sound like. I hope to become a writer and thank you for such the compliment! Hopefully I can live up to some expectations!
Icygirl2: Everything will be explained. I highly reccoment people to read "Will you be mine?" because I add some references that may sound confusing. Thank you! I hope you have a great day also!
VcChick: I hope I explained a little in this chapter, but there are reasons behind why she ran. If you read close enough I talk about what people think (in the prologue) and how people precieve things and gossip can easily affect the mind of a young and impressionable child/teenager.
DPM: lol yay me. (randomly throws confetti) you might wanna look at my reply to VcChick. Remember there are things that I haven't explained but just because he may seem to love her doesn't mean he can act upon these emotions. Things are often easier said than done and it is in human nature to screw up the simplest of tasks. (I know from expierence) My adrenaline was pumping too! Yar! It was so exciting to write the prologue!
*all other sites*
Insert infamous Japanese wind... (that's my theme now for you non-reviewers!)
Please donate to the "Feed the Authoress" fund and leave a review... It's giving without spending a dime... SO give a review today!
-Krystal-