InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hell's Guardian Angel ❯ Memories ( Chapter 3 )

(A/N) okay, sorry about those short chappies before, this one will be longer.

Oh, and thanks to ookami lover forever for my first (and only) review! XD

“Talking”

`Thinking'

 

 

Chapter 3: Memories

 

 

Moans and murmuring were coming from a sleeping figure, echoing against the caves walls……

 

A girl, who appeared to be eleven years old or so, was panting as she was holding onto a ridge in the crumbling stone wall. Her elegant raven tresses were matted to her forehead and neck in a mixture of sweat and blood. Her silky lavender kimono, which was once one of the items that gave her that celestial appearance, was now tore and stained with almost unspeakable substances.

 

The small ridge in the wall crumbled around her hand as she fell to her knees, sobbing quietly. Tears were now pouring out of her once shining violet orbs. She bit her bottom lip, penetrating it with her fangs, trying to control her sobbing.

 

The rustling of metal and heavy footsteps reached the girls ears. Her eyes shot open as she began to shake, and clenched her fists. A deep voice rang through the room, tainted with malice, smugness, and even a tiny bit of sarcasm,

 

“Miss… please come along, your father doesn't have all day.”

 

The rustling of metal was heard again as the owner of the voice made his way to the young demon. He stopped a few feet away from her and smirked,

 

“I will not ask you again,” he almost chuckled, “If you do not comply, you will not live to regret it.”

 

The young girl reluctantly stood up and faced the youkai guard at these words. She just wanted to scratch that smug look off his snake-like face, right there and then. He seized the most abused of her arms roughly, and proceeded to drag her up the various ladders that led out of the damp dungeon.

 

She winced when she was met with sunlight for the first time in days. The guard threw her out onto the red marble floor so he could make it up the ladder effortlessly. She managed to stand up, only to have her legs pulled out from under her by the snake youkai.

Her head hit the hard marble floor, and everything went black.

 

 

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The girl woke up to a very familiar voice ringing in her ears. She quickly looked up, ignoring the pounding headache she had. Her worst nightmare was confirmed.

 

A demoness was chained up and was being beaten by the youkai guards of the castle.

The young girl watched in horror as the guards proceeded to etch symbols and patterns into the woman's otherwise, perfect skin.

 

The guard that she encountered earlier was standing over her with the same smugness carved into his features. Once he realized she was conscious, he roughly grabbed her by the back of the neck, and proceeded to drag her towards the bloody scene.

 

The woman's eyes grew big when she recognized the young girl being dragged across the floor. `Oh Kami' she thought as more tears welled up in her once soft and caring violet orbs.

 

“What are you doing with my daughter you ro kasu?!!” The woman screamed at the guard, tearing more at her already raw throat.

 

The young girl he was dragging was trying to reach out to her mother but was dragged to the middle of the room. A tall and handsome (if not given the circumstances) figure appeared at the door, staring at the room before him in satisfaction.

 

His raven locks were pulled back in a braid that went half way down his back, and his wavy bangs looked like they were trying to block the sun from hitting his pale skin. His crimson eyes were cold and stoic, something to rival that of the Great Inu Taiyoukai of the West, and were brimmed with hatred. There was a black stripe on both sides of his face, and fangs that poked between his lips even when he had his mouth shut.

 

The most predominant feature of his face though was the unusual mark on his forehead. It appeared to be a raindrop, with the only exception of it being red…blood red and the `drop' was enclosed in what appeared to be four black spikes.

 

The corner of his mouth twitched a little as he spotted his daughter in the middle of the room sobbing.

`Maybe NOW she will learn her lesson… my blood, is her blood, my curse, is her curse.'

 

He moved into the room, seemingly ignoring the bows and grovels of his just as black - hearted guards and servants. His eyes lingered for a moment on each of the tapestries adorning the black walls, depicting different acts of torture.

 

Then he moved his eyes to the woman who was once his mate, taking pleasure in the fact that she was on the brink of taking her last breath.

 

His eyes moved over to the sobbing child, and distorted happiness welled up in him.

`When she matures, I will no longer have this weight on my shoulders. She will become consumed with hatred, and my blood running through her veins will bond her to this responsibility forever. I will finally be free from this.'

 

He proceeded over to the dieing demoness and pulled her up by the hair.

 

“Young one,” he called to the sobbing girl, who was now being held back by two guards, and shouting hysterically, “watch and learn.” He merely stated, amused by the young demon's actions.

 

He proceeded to draw out his sword, and with one final glance to the girl, slashed it through the demoness's neck.

 

 

 

 

 

Somewhere, two hundred years later, a pair of violet eyes shot open in fear, in fear of having to relive what they saw so long ago, as tears began to steadily fall.