InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inside ❯ Bullet ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Chapter 2 is in the works. The following chapters should be longer than this one.

 

 

Enjoy! ^_^

 

 

Inside by TwilitSky

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1-Bullet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He growled, a low rumble rolling from the pit of his chest and up through the length of his clenched fangs.

 

His silver eyes roamed the forest surrounding him, searching for the source of the human scent. The light of the full moon drowned him, illuminated him. The fur on the back of his thick neck stood on end as something moved in the corner of his eye.

 

He turned, ferociously snarling at the man, a hunter, no doubt. The giant beast pounced, but before he could land on the prey, it quickly pointed a long, metal tube at him. A loud bang echoed through the trees, and at that very moment something hard and warm tunneled through the beast's left shoulder, retiring cleanly through his back.

 

Howling in pain, he fell to the ground, mere seconds after the hunter dodged his landing.

 

With one horrified, more close-up look at the writhing black monster, the hunter ran away, trembling with fear. The animal tensed and relaxed repeatedly, convulsing as he continued to whimper and yelp. His fur became sticky with red liquid, and the snow beneath him quickly became tainted with his own blood.

 

The silver eyes slowly lidded, and he let his consciousness slip into darkness.

 

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What seemed like minutes of sleep turned out to be hours as the orange sun crept over the horizon.

Rays of shimmering light shone in through the trees, and Inuyasha awoke wearily.

 

His eyes opened, blinking repeatedly. They spryly changed from cold metal to warm gold as the hanyou observed his surroundings. He hastily put his nose in the air, sniffing it.

 

“Heh, not as far from the house this morning as the last time,” he mumbled to himself.

 

As he moved to sit up, a searing pain coursed through his whole body.

 

He let out a hiss of agony, looking down at himself. His bare chest was covered in a fresh layer of blood. Underneath was dry, crusted crimson. He winced as he registered the gaping hole in his shoulder, the source of his anguish. The wound throbbed horribly as he forced himself to get up.

 

He shook from the cold air that surrounded him. He looked down at his bare feet. They were a shockingly bold blue color against the pure white of the snow beneath them.

 

His wound throbbed unbearably again, and his face contorted with pain. `Must…get…home…' he thought, firmly determined. His feet felt impossibly numb as he swiftly ran through the forest, attempting to ignore the voice in his head that told him running wouldn't be good for his injury. All that mattered now was getting home.

 

Finally he spotted it: a large, wooden cabin not far in the distance.

 

Picking up the pace, Inuyasha cringed as he felt the hole stretch and tear, rejecting his newfound speed. At last he collapsed onto the front porch, his hands coming down to catch him, balling into fists. He crushed the frosty white flakes between his fingers, his teeth gritting to hold in his cry of pain.

 

Again he forced himself to stand, keeping his breathing as calm as possible to slow his racing heart. Even in his hanyou state, he was in a lot of trouble.

 

He opened the front door, stepped inside, and shut it before stumbling into the warm confines of his living room. As he slumped onto his long, velvety couch, Inuyasha began contemplating what to do next.

 

`Okay, I've got a blood-soaked peephole in my shoulder,' he mentally stated. He had no medical supplies here at the house. Normally he would be more careful than this. He wouldn't let that monstrous side of him control him. But the moment he'd caught that madcap's scent, he was too shocked to continue concentrating on his self-control.

 

No one ever came into these woods.

 

Ever.

 

Why would they?

 

It was so far out along the highway that the closest things to him were merely passing cars. Maybe he'd wandered to close to the city. After all, the trees did wind all the way down to Port Lully. Perhaps that was why this had all happened…

 

His face twisted in agony as a large gush of blood discharged from the burning cavern, leaving a nasty stain on the cushions of the couch. Inuyasha felt a twinge of indignation. “If I ever find that son of a bitch, his blood will ruin his couch…” he muttered angrily, sitting himself up.

 

There was only one way he would be able to fix the damage in his left shoulder.

 

He needed bandages.

 

He needed medicine.

 

Inuyasha stood hastily, clutching his shoulder with his right hand. It quivered painfully then, protesting his movements. “And some fucking pain pills, too,” he added aloud through gritted teeth.

 

He knew what he had to do. His eyes found the clock: 6:15 in the morning. The hospital should be open in at least an hour.

 

He didn't want to do it; it could mean terrible things if he was seen or recognized. For three years now he'd been securely hidden away from everyone. This little mishap could uncover him, unveil him to the ones he'd wanted to stay hidden from. But he knew if he didn't get what he needed, he would surly die. Never before had he obtained such a severe wound. His body wouldn't be able to fix this on it's own…

 

The injured hanyou straightened his back and walked towards the staircase. He needed clothes. He wasn't about to walk into town stark naked. As if his long milky locks wouldn't draw enough attention to him already.

 

He felt a small pang of excitement at the idea that he was going into town again for the first time in three years. As he climbed the winding stairs, he wondered if it would still be as he remembered it.