InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Legacy ❯ In Medias Res ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The full moon shone down on the ruined streets of the once populous Tokyo. Her white face peered down below a town once filled with people. Now all that is left is crumbled buildings and turned up roads. Metallic structures were bent beyond imagining. Cords of severed wires hang loose or scatter along the shattered glass that litter the broken concrete of roads and pavement. No more was there the prosperous capital of Japan, but a god-forsaken pit of destruction.

The moonlight breached the darkness below and cleared the messed up path of an empty park. Though there was the illuminating light of the moon lighting the way along the crumbled, cemented path through the park, it provided no sign of life. Within the bushes of the wood-like area sheltered by overgrown, leafless, and some uprooted trees, there was a stir in the shadows. A shadow zipped in and out of the darkness.

Finally, stepping out of the shadows, there stood a young girl around her latest teen years or earliest twenties – maybe from 18 to 21, give or take. Her raven hair shone a bluish tint in the moon's radiance. Eyes like gleaming, blue gems sparkled in the night like a pair of light. Her pale skin and fair complexion reflected the pure, white face of the moon. Standing in the presence of the full moon, she is like a goddess sent to earth from a realm beyond this world. Her practically perfect frame was draped with black leather, a stylish jacket, sleeves torn from the hem, that flows from behind like a small cloak. Strapped to her back was a sheathed blade, a katana.

She looked around the fallen park with remorse and melancholy, deep sadness. Letting out a sigh, she reached for the handle of the sword and gripped the handle with a considerate grip. Relaxing and strengthening her hand around the handle, she let her fingers run around the handle as if to memorize its build and quality structure.

“Slow it down, will ya?” a masculine voice called out from the bushes. The girl pulled her hand from the blade's handle and turned her head halfway towards the bushes. Out of the bushes stepped a boy about the age of 13 or 14, but rather tall and well-built. His semi-long hair is a light shade of brown, pulled back into a small ponytail. His emerald eyes are like pairs of precious jewels glowing in a black mine. Clad in black, the boy approached the girl from behind. “You're in a rush. It's rather unlike you.”

The girl didn't respond and brought her eyes to the full moon. She seemed compelled to just stare at the lunar spectacle, maybe even forever. The wind blew her shining, raven hair like it was a black curtain of silk.

“I suppose it is unlike me,” she finally said. “Just like everything else before this.” She closed her eyes and reached back for the blade and held the handle once again, and the memories flooded back into her mind.

Whaddya think so far? Next chap will be coming soon, hopefully.