InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hit and Run ❯ Serendipity ( Chapter 1 )

A/N-- Well here I am with a short prologue/teaser for you all. We've been having internet issues lately, and so I promised myself that as soon as the internet was up n' stable I'd give the readers a taste of my newest fic. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER-- Normal disclaimer applies. I don't own Inu-Yasha or its characters. Blah.

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Hit and Run

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Cold.

His first coherent thought since the world stopped swimming was that it was cold enough to freeze Hell. Gooseflesh rose on his bare arms, and he would have shivered had he the energy to do so.

His second coherent thought was that he was unbelievably exhausted.

For some odd reason, he felt completely drained, even the simple task of breathing took a conscious effort. In, Out, In, Out. The rise and fall of his chest was painfully erratic.

Faintly, he could hear the soft patter of water on the windshield, the thick scent of rain hovering like a film and making him feel drowsy. However, the sharp chill in the air kept him from drifting off again.

Where was he? His eyes flickered open momentarily but could not interpret the fuzzy shadows that were dancing their way across his vision. With a groan, he tried to lift his head, only to be rewarded with tiny needles of pain that took it upon themselves to stab at his entire body.

Okay, so he'd stay put. He could live with that...

He could taste the metallic tang of blood as it trickled out of the corner of his mouth, coating his swollen tongue and leaving a bitter aftertaste as he tried to swallow it down. After several failed attempts to fully open his eyes, he noticed just how heavy everything was. His hand, he couldn't lift it; it lay useless, crushed under the remnants of the dashboard.

Nothing was making sense... Angrily he tried to drown out the constant drumming of rainwater that droned in his ears, his concentrated attempts causing his head to ach but slowly bringing soft murmurs in and out of focus.

With a sigh, he allowed his leaden eyelids to ease close, too tired to fight to keep them open. It was difficult to keep a straight train of thought; his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.

Fuck, he wasn't dead was he?

A small drop of rain dripped onto his temple, causing him to twitch in surprise. Nope, not dead if the shock of cold water still sends a jolt to the nerves.

Coming to the conclusion that he was not dead and very much alive, the young man tried to figure out what kind of dreamland he had unknowingly entered on the drive home... It was cold, and it was raining. Not exactly what he would have pictured for the harbor for the unconscious mind, but who was he to judge?

A small hand came up to tap his clammy cheek hesitantly, the light touch snapping his thoughts back to the present.

He grunted in annoyance, but the hand continued to pat the side of his face, this time with more urgency than before. That wasn't his hand was it? He wiggled his fingers slightly to be sure that the irritating slaps weren't his own doing.

"Hey... Hey! Stay with me, here!" a feminine voice demanded nervously. "Don't crap out on me before the ambulance gets here..."

'Ambulance?' his mind reeled painfully.

Another voice whimpered meekly behind the first, thick with tears and stillborn hiccups. "P-please, is he g-going to be okay? He's n-not dead, is h-he, nee-chan?"

With newfound determination he forced his eyes open, only to have them bombarded by an incomprehensible play of light and shadows. He tried speaking, but his throat was so thick with blood and saliva that the words escaped as an almost inaudible breathy whisper. "Wh-what's... going... on?"

The first voice sighed in relief, and the hand stopped its annoying pats to gently brush his bangs away from his face.

"You were in an accident," the voice spoke, wavering slightly as the slim fingers paused to caress his forehead. "You can remember stuff right? I mean, you didn't hit your head that hard, you don't have amnesia, do you? Can you remember your name?"

He relaxed under her touch-- the hand was comfortingly warm on his rain-chilled skin and the woman's voice soothed his mind into a state of semi-consciousness; calm but awake.

Thick blood slowly made its way down the side of his face in rivulets, matting his hair and creating a sticky mess of the long tresses. The stranger ran her free hand through the bloodied mats, stroking in slow, peaceful motions that caused his scalp to tingle.

She spoke again, laying her palm flat against his cool forehead and sending waves of heat coursing through the extent of his numbed body. "What's your name?"

He allowed his eyes to flicker shut, hoping feverishly that the hand would continue to warm his forehead instead of smacking him back to reality again.

The rain continued to drone in the background, giving the entire scenario a surreal, dreamlike status as the mysterious woman rubbed her thumb consolingly over his temple.

"Please, what's your name?" the voice repeated softly, her pulse racing against his brow.

His words came out in a ragged sigh as his world slowly faded to black, and the stranger had to strain to hear them over the soft percussion of rain on the pavement and the distant wail of a siren.

"Inu... Yasha..."