InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Joint Momentum ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Ryukii 
Inuyasha arrives
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 999 | Visits: 319 | Status: Completed
Inuyasha arrives
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 999 | Visits: 319 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: you know the drill… one again *takes hat off to Rumiko Takahashi*
Chapter one: Inuyasha arrives
She bolted upright in her bed. Her heart jumped straight into her throat. The dream had been so real. Hear head swam with all the different distorted images of someone. Blood clotted his platinum silver hair, his face a grimace of pain, calling out a name…someone’s name… ‘Him’ was her minds deduction of the whole thing. This dream, however, had seemed more real than all the others, she could feel him run his fingers through her hair, feel his breath across her skin, leaving a heated path in its wake. Telling her, seductively, that she needed to run, to get out, before it was too late. Then lips barely touching hers, he said goodbye.
She lay back down and rolled over out of her cocoon of blankets and pillows that had some how ended up wrapping themselves snugly around her body. Wiping her sweat encrusted bangs out of her face; she took even breaths in an attempt to slow the fast tempo of her beating heart. Lying there, she took in the canopy of glow-in-the-dark stars that were dotted around her ceiling. Her mind replayed the dream over and over again in her head, every detail, picking at it and scrutinizing it for some kind of clue that could help her in her confused state.
‘This dream, what does it all mean? My hearts beating so fast, every time I dream it gets worse, he dies, closer and closer, I feel it… what does it all mean?’
Startled by a sudden scratching on her window, barley audible but enough to rip her from her thoughts. She sat up as her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness that engulfed her. That’s when he came into focus.
Her body was moving before her mind could register what stood in front of her. She was staring at a boy about 18 years, tall, slender build yet well toned. He has silver-white hair that flowed down his back and ended in a rough point enhancing the muscular cheeks of his backside. Tracing this flowing white silver mane back to its source her eyes came to rest on the outline of his face. Silver bangs framed a chiseled physique. Tanned skin, fathering coarse lips and a set of deadly fangs barely visible between the swollen appendages that were encrusted with dry blood. Moving further up, her gaze fell upon his faring nostrils, like two black holes sucking up everything in their path. Her eyes scanned his. His eyes, the one swollen and blue, evidence to someone’s good left hook, and the other, partially open, revealing deep amber pools that reflected the pain that coursed throughout his body and the desperation that was apparent in his quivering swollen lip and wheezing form. Desperation he had to reach her. To see her, to touch her once last time, she had been his driving force, the only thing keeping him going, keeping him alive.
“Inuyasha…”
She breathed, captured in his eyes she read it all, his pain, his desperation, his need.
The small room echoed with a loud thud as he heaved himself over the small windowsill and into her room. He groaned at the pain the movement brought yet ignored it for he needed to get to her, so close, he needed to reach her. His eyes never leaving her form as she stood there, unmoved, in shock as she took in his battered form.
Kagome’s eyes moved from his entrancing golden pools, distracted by a droplet of red that made its way down the bridge of his nose, across his lips and slowly across his chin to watch it fall and blend in with his red haori upon impact. She then noticed the deep gash in his forehead with blood that trickled down his face and stained his skin. She moved her gaze further higher, taking her mind off the piece of flesh that hung from the punctured skin. She saw his two defining triangular dog ears that sat atop his silvery mane. They lay flat on his head; instinct told her that this was a sign of true discomfort.
Seconds seemed like hours. In those few moments he had pulled himself into her room and slowly made his way over to her. He came to stand in front of her, wheezing with every breath that he took. His one hand gripping his side and leaving, in his wake, a trail of distorted footprint of crimson blood that threatened to stain her varnished wooden floor.
Facing her, his eyes met hers and he stared off into those grey-blue voids of endless emotion that he had missed for so long.
“Kagome……” he uttered. A deep conviction written in the pain and desperation that was evident in the hoarse whisper.
Shaking, she began to fluster with her sleeves of her ‘hello kitty’ pajama top, unsure of what to do, unsure if this was real, was he really standing there in front of her, all bruised and covered in blood or was she just dreaming again… ?
“Kag……” he whispered again as he motioned forward but was cut short as he doubled over as pain wracked through his body and he came to rest in the puddle of blood that had seeped out of his once red fire-rat haori that was now a deep crimson with the oozing life liquid.
A/N: well there we are. Sorry its so short, next time will be longer, promise, I just need to get some momentum going, lol(no pun intended!) to help me along, some feedback would be excellent, let me know what you think so far!!! Hint-hint! (^^,)
Until next time then…
Chapter one: Inuyasha arrives
She bolted upright in her bed. Her heart jumped straight into her throat. The dream had been so real. Hear head swam with all the different distorted images of someone. Blood clotted his platinum silver hair, his face a grimace of pain, calling out a name…someone’s name… ‘Him’ was her minds deduction of the whole thing. This dream, however, had seemed more real than all the others, she could feel him run his fingers through her hair, feel his breath across her skin, leaving a heated path in its wake. Telling her, seductively, that she needed to run, to get out, before it was too late. Then lips barely touching hers, he said goodbye.
She lay back down and rolled over out of her cocoon of blankets and pillows that had some how ended up wrapping themselves snugly around her body. Wiping her sweat encrusted bangs out of her face; she took even breaths in an attempt to slow the fast tempo of her beating heart. Lying there, she took in the canopy of glow-in-the-dark stars that were dotted around her ceiling. Her mind replayed the dream over and over again in her head, every detail, picking at it and scrutinizing it for some kind of clue that could help her in her confused state.
‘This dream, what does it all mean? My hearts beating so fast, every time I dream it gets worse, he dies, closer and closer, I feel it… what does it all mean?’
Startled by a sudden scratching on her window, barley audible but enough to rip her from her thoughts. She sat up as her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness that engulfed her. That’s when he came into focus.
Her body was moving before her mind could register what stood in front of her. She was staring at a boy about 18 years, tall, slender build yet well toned. He has silver-white hair that flowed down his back and ended in a rough point enhancing the muscular cheeks of his backside. Tracing this flowing white silver mane back to its source her eyes came to rest on the outline of his face. Silver bangs framed a chiseled physique. Tanned skin, fathering coarse lips and a set of deadly fangs barely visible between the swollen appendages that were encrusted with dry blood. Moving further up, her gaze fell upon his faring nostrils, like two black holes sucking up everything in their path. Her eyes scanned his. His eyes, the one swollen and blue, evidence to someone’s good left hook, and the other, partially open, revealing deep amber pools that reflected the pain that coursed throughout his body and the desperation that was apparent in his quivering swollen lip and wheezing form. Desperation he had to reach her. To see her, to touch her once last time, she had been his driving force, the only thing keeping him going, keeping him alive.
“Inuyasha…”
She breathed, captured in his eyes she read it all, his pain, his desperation, his need.
The small room echoed with a loud thud as he heaved himself over the small windowsill and into her room. He groaned at the pain the movement brought yet ignored it for he needed to get to her, so close, he needed to reach her. His eyes never leaving her form as she stood there, unmoved, in shock as she took in his battered form.
Kagome’s eyes moved from his entrancing golden pools, distracted by a droplet of red that made its way down the bridge of his nose, across his lips and slowly across his chin to watch it fall and blend in with his red haori upon impact. She then noticed the deep gash in his forehead with blood that trickled down his face and stained his skin. She moved her gaze further higher, taking her mind off the piece of flesh that hung from the punctured skin. She saw his two defining triangular dog ears that sat atop his silvery mane. They lay flat on his head; instinct told her that this was a sign of true discomfort.
Seconds seemed like hours. In those few moments he had pulled himself into her room and slowly made his way over to her. He came to stand in front of her, wheezing with every breath that he took. His one hand gripping his side and leaving, in his wake, a trail of distorted footprint of crimson blood that threatened to stain her varnished wooden floor.
Facing her, his eyes met hers and he stared off into those grey-blue voids of endless emotion that he had missed for so long.
“Kagome……” he uttered. A deep conviction written in the pain and desperation that was evident in the hoarse whisper.
Shaking, she began to fluster with her sleeves of her ‘hello kitty’ pajama top, unsure of what to do, unsure if this was real, was he really standing there in front of her, all bruised and covered in blood or was she just dreaming again… ?
“Kag……” he whispered again as he motioned forward but was cut short as he doubled over as pain wracked through his body and he came to rest in the puddle of blood that had seeped out of his once red fire-rat haori that was now a deep crimson with the oozing life liquid.
A/N: well there we are. Sorry its so short, next time will be longer, promise, I just need to get some momentum going, lol(no pun intended!) to help me along, some feedback would be excellent, let me know what you think so far!!! Hint-hint! (^^,)
Until next time then…