InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Within ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: DeMoNtAiNtEd 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 965 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.09.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 965 | Status: Completed
-Okay, nakedness: you will stare dumbfounded and in disbelief at who Nicca is 'soul-bound' to, trust me, when I thought of it, I encisioned angry reviewers running at me with pitchforks screaming how ooc and insane that decision was. But the truth, I could think of no one else better suited for Nicca, I just couldn't shake the idea away.
Almaseti: Yeah, the orby thing just popped into my head, I can tell ya now, I would _never_ want to cross paths with that thing! X.X
O_o( ) : I do my research, but I tweak the truth and distort bits of reality to _my_ choosing, so don't get all perfectionist on me with details.
baka deshi: I expect _no one_ to 'kiss up to my ass' In truth, I find people that follow along those lines to be annoying, mostly all my starting chap.s are 'promising' I get flaky and I pull through, it seriously all depends upon my interest level, if I like it, I'm killer, if I get bored, it's shite for shit. t.y. for the review. But. ONE. Question....... Who's moses?
Just a few responses *shrugs* ja-
Lost Within
Chapter 13: SoulBound Bloody Ties
Nicca pulled herself up on shaky feet, placing the silk cloth over the crystal. Turning around slowly, she walked from the room, the large door closed silently behind her...
. . . . . . ElseWhere . . . . .
"He's been moping around for the past three days!" Sango snapped at the monk, pacing back and forth to relieve her anger.
"But Sango, you must have some pity for Inuyasha, he is temporarily blind after all..." Miroku chided, tilting his head to the side, when Sango turned just right....
"PERVERT!" Sango screamed, punching Miroku straight in the jaw.
Kaede walked up to the small group, shaking her head as she did so... Some things never changed...
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Sliding through the window with ease he set the sleeping miko upon her bed.
A growl emitted from his enclosed mouth as Sesshoumaru closed the window silently, he did not like this place...this future that had been his territory. Turning from the window he pulled on his original clothing, feeling a little more comfortable in the familiar garments.
How could she call _this_ home?
Disgusting humans with their awful stench everywhere, crowding each other, smothering themselves in the putrid toxins. Tall metal and glass buildings that possessed no true history, no tales of honor and pride behind the empty things. And the noise! The constant noise, yelling, screaming, scolding, strange beeping sounds, wailing sirens, and the baying howls of sharp noises that she'd called 'horns' that were constantly in use by their masters in metal cages she'd called 'cars'.
For once, his apathetic mask slipped, he felt truly disgusted with the evolution of man and the downfall of youkai. He was tired, tired of the noise, the smell, all of it.
Sesshoumaru wanted to go home.
No sooner had he sat down upon the edge of Kagome's bed, Rin and Shippou came bounding into the room. Giggling and laughing happily, blissfully unaware of the chaos of man and the small scuffle he'd had at 'school'.
A small, reminscent smile tugged at his lips as he watched Rin dash up to him, hugging his leg happily; at least one of them was having a good time. Erasing the smile he lowered a clowed hand to ruffle Rin's dark brown hair in a somewhat affectionate manor.
Her eyes shined bright with love, trust, and happiness.
The eyes of a child.
"What's wrong Sesshoumaru-sama?" Rin smiled happily, giving his leg another hug.
"Yeah, you don't look very happy, did Kagome do something to make you mad?" Shippou spoke up suddenly, walking up to the demon lord, "She's _Always_ doing something that makes Inuyasha go into a hissy fit."
Interesting little kit...Sesshoumaru noted absently as he shook his head no in reply, though he wasn't quite sure about the truth of his answer to the little kitsune.
Was he mad at her? A little disappointed at having been publicly humiliated, and a little annoyed at how swiftly she'd apoligized to him. Well, humans were always the melodramatic sort...
. . . . . . . . Elsewhere . . . . . . . . .
Wind tore at her clothing, fraying the ends of her kimono as wind whistled in her ears. Faster, and faster, she needed to run faster, she had to be there now!
Ignoring the blurred images of youkai she pushed herself to run faster, her legs pumping up and down, firey pain streaking down the length of her leg muscles; screaming their complaints of abuse and agony.
A bright red blur of a familiar haori attached to silver hair flickered in the corner of her eye before disappearing from her sights altogether. The vague scent of Sesshoumaru intertwined with the bitch of a human, she needed to be there _NOW_.
Nicca pulled to an abrupt stop in front of an old well, the crystal sphere had called it Bone Eater's Well. But what had he meant by 'on the other side'?
A tremor of fear shot down her spine, a terrified shudder took over her form; then all the doubts came spilling from her inner mind to bombard her thoughts...
Was it worth her blood and Soul to have the Western Lands? To share flesh with her second cousin, a powerful, beautiful youkai with all the appearance and prestige of a youkai god? Had the Almighty Youkai decieved her about Bone Eater's Well so as to ensnare her soul in an ireversable contract of ownership?
Nicca bit her trembling lip, piercing the soft flesh, drawing forth her light pink blood.
She shook her head abruptly, she would not allow her fears and doubts to consume her! She was a youkai of royal blood, she refused to be afraid and in doubt!
Clutching the rim of the well tightly she flipped herself into the well with practiced ease, taking her to a different time and future beyond her comprehension...
. . . . . . . . . . . Elsewhere . . . . . . . . .
"Awk! She did?" Jaken gawked as he stood in the dark room, looking up at the crystal sphere that swirled with black thundering storm clouds.
. . . . You expected less from her. . . ? . . . . . . . . a servant of him you may be . . . . . being in my presance draws anger . . . . . . . . . . along with hours taken from your existance Jaken . . . . . . . . . . . . . you should know that. . . . .
The voice haunting the room and Jaken's inner mind did little to unnerve the small youkai.
Drawing himself up to his full height, a good twenty four inches, looking the perfect picture of calm.
"You should know as well as myself that I no longer fear you Almighty Youkai, for I've seen greater things to fear other than you," Jaken paused, "But I'll leave you to wallow in your misery and loathe to torture the pitiful souls you've managed to ensnare; good day." Jaken finished as he bowed low.
With that he strolled out of the door and down the hall, this was not good, Future-sama had not told him of this! Picking up his pace he scurried down the halls, his thoughts enveloping his surroundings.
Time was growing short, the power within the girl was already building, leaking out little by little, the incident with the hanyou being proof enough! It was already on the verge, it was already down to a matter of months! He knew of no spells to further push the two together nor speed up the transformation!
It helped not that the two were fighting it!
Jaken let out an angry sqwuak-like shriek of frustration, things were not going as planned!
The bitch aside, _he_ wasn't doing any better! The longer he stayed there, the more withdrawn he'd become! Ultimately closing off his icy heart completely! This needed time! But with all that was happening very little time was left!
Getting his master and the little human together was neccessary to get his walls to soften towards the humans, but the Fates predictions was the worst! And so soon...!
Jaken fell onto his rump, allowing the rest of his tiny body to fall backwards onto the cold floors; his beloved staff rolling out of his hand. He gave a great sigh of pure exhaustion, things were not going well....
Things were not going well at all....
. . . . . . . . . Elsewhere . . . . . . . . . .
Hojo hummed a little tune as he walked to Kagome's house, a beginner's book on reading brail in his hands. 'Poor Kagome,' Hojo thought sympathetically, 'Having two tumors developing in her eyes, then having them removed in order to save her life, along with all her other illness's... I'm surprised she managed to pull through and wake up from her coma...'
He sighed, bringing a hand to his cheak, leaning into his own offered comfort, 'Poor Kagome...' he thought, pausing in his step before continuing on his way.
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Nicca pulled herself from the well, she noted the difference of her previous surroundings; so the thing hadn't decieved her after all...
She walked around the strange looking house in awe, walking towards the unusually straight and impossibly pefect steps Nicca caught sight of a blonde-haired boy on the steps; he was young and handsome, or at least his backside was; he had the boyish grace and stature that Sesshoumaru lacked. 'How strange,' Nicca thought as she strode up the steps.
For once she learned that Sesshoumaru lacked in something.
Kagome opened the front door only to be enveloped in a hug, "I'm so glad you're alright! And not blind Kagome-chan! Had the tumors in your eyes been a false alarm? Or did you get new eyes?" Hojo's unmistakeable voice rose to her ears.
She was going to kill her grandfather.
A low growl floated to her ears from behind.
Kagome felt an arm snake around her waist as she was yanked from Hojo's hug. She looked behind her to see Sesshoumaru's arm tightly around her waist in a very possessive manor, but his eyes were not on her, but at Hojo.
Or at least she thought they had been.
Turning her gaze to Hojo's curious one, her eyes trailed left then right of Hojo's form. She saw her porch, then Nicca. Nothing out of the ordinar- WAIT.
What the hell was Nicca doing here?
Kagome gulped. Well this is awkward.
-r/r, what do you think of it? The next few chapters may not be entirely centered on K/S, but more towards other characters, not neccessarily Inu or a few of the others...-
Almaseti: Yeah, the orby thing just popped into my head, I can tell ya now, I would _never_ want to cross paths with that thing! X.X
O_o( ) : I do my research, but I tweak the truth and distort bits of reality to _my_ choosing, so don't get all perfectionist on me with details.
baka deshi: I expect _no one_ to 'kiss up to my ass' In truth, I find people that follow along those lines to be annoying, mostly all my starting chap.s are 'promising' I get flaky and I pull through, it seriously all depends upon my interest level, if I like it, I'm killer, if I get bored, it's shite for shit. t.y. for the review. But. ONE. Question....... Who's moses?
Just a few responses *shrugs* ja-
Lost Within
Chapter 13: SoulBound Bloody Ties
Nicca pulled herself up on shaky feet, placing the silk cloth over the crystal. Turning around slowly, she walked from the room, the large door closed silently behind her...
. . . . . . ElseWhere . . . . .
"He's been moping around for the past three days!" Sango snapped at the monk, pacing back and forth to relieve her anger.
"But Sango, you must have some pity for Inuyasha, he is temporarily blind after all..." Miroku chided, tilting his head to the side, when Sango turned just right....
"PERVERT!" Sango screamed, punching Miroku straight in the jaw.
Kaede walked up to the small group, shaking her head as she did so... Some things never changed...
-
Sliding through the window with ease he set the sleeping miko upon her bed.
A growl emitted from his enclosed mouth as Sesshoumaru closed the window silently, he did not like this place...this future that had been his territory. Turning from the window he pulled on his original clothing, feeling a little more comfortable in the familiar garments.
How could she call _this_ home?
Disgusting humans with their awful stench everywhere, crowding each other, smothering themselves in the putrid toxins. Tall metal and glass buildings that possessed no true history, no tales of honor and pride behind the empty things. And the noise! The constant noise, yelling, screaming, scolding, strange beeping sounds, wailing sirens, and the baying howls of sharp noises that she'd called 'horns' that were constantly in use by their masters in metal cages she'd called 'cars'.
For once, his apathetic mask slipped, he felt truly disgusted with the evolution of man and the downfall of youkai. He was tired, tired of the noise, the smell, all of it.
Sesshoumaru wanted to go home.
No sooner had he sat down upon the edge of Kagome's bed, Rin and Shippou came bounding into the room. Giggling and laughing happily, blissfully unaware of the chaos of man and the small scuffle he'd had at 'school'.
A small, reminscent smile tugged at his lips as he watched Rin dash up to him, hugging his leg happily; at least one of them was having a good time. Erasing the smile he lowered a clowed hand to ruffle Rin's dark brown hair in a somewhat affectionate manor.
Her eyes shined bright with love, trust, and happiness.
The eyes of a child.
"What's wrong Sesshoumaru-sama?" Rin smiled happily, giving his leg another hug.
"Yeah, you don't look very happy, did Kagome do something to make you mad?" Shippou spoke up suddenly, walking up to the demon lord, "She's _Always_ doing something that makes Inuyasha go into a hissy fit."
Interesting little kit...Sesshoumaru noted absently as he shook his head no in reply, though he wasn't quite sure about the truth of his answer to the little kitsune.
Was he mad at her? A little disappointed at having been publicly humiliated, and a little annoyed at how swiftly she'd apoligized to him. Well, humans were always the melodramatic sort...
. . . . . . . . Elsewhere . . . . . . . . .
Wind tore at her clothing, fraying the ends of her kimono as wind whistled in her ears. Faster, and faster, she needed to run faster, she had to be there now!
Ignoring the blurred images of youkai she pushed herself to run faster, her legs pumping up and down, firey pain streaking down the length of her leg muscles; screaming their complaints of abuse and agony.
A bright red blur of a familiar haori attached to silver hair flickered in the corner of her eye before disappearing from her sights altogether. The vague scent of Sesshoumaru intertwined with the bitch of a human, she needed to be there _NOW_.
Nicca pulled to an abrupt stop in front of an old well, the crystal sphere had called it Bone Eater's Well. But what had he meant by 'on the other side'?
A tremor of fear shot down her spine, a terrified shudder took over her form; then all the doubts came spilling from her inner mind to bombard her thoughts...
Was it worth her blood and Soul to have the Western Lands? To share flesh with her second cousin, a powerful, beautiful youkai with all the appearance and prestige of a youkai god? Had the Almighty Youkai decieved her about Bone Eater's Well so as to ensnare her soul in an ireversable contract of ownership?
Nicca bit her trembling lip, piercing the soft flesh, drawing forth her light pink blood.
She shook her head abruptly, she would not allow her fears and doubts to consume her! She was a youkai of royal blood, she refused to be afraid and in doubt!
Clutching the rim of the well tightly she flipped herself into the well with practiced ease, taking her to a different time and future beyond her comprehension...
. . . . . . . . . . . Elsewhere . . . . . . . . .
"Awk! She did?" Jaken gawked as he stood in the dark room, looking up at the crystal sphere that swirled with black thundering storm clouds.
. . . . You expected less from her. . . ? . . . . . . . . a servant of him you may be . . . . . being in my presance draws anger . . . . . . . . . . along with hours taken from your existance Jaken . . . . . . . . . . . . . you should know that. . . . .
The voice haunting the room and Jaken's inner mind did little to unnerve the small youkai.
Drawing himself up to his full height, a good twenty four inches, looking the perfect picture of calm.
"You should know as well as myself that I no longer fear you Almighty Youkai, for I've seen greater things to fear other than you," Jaken paused, "But I'll leave you to wallow in your misery and loathe to torture the pitiful souls you've managed to ensnare; good day." Jaken finished as he bowed low.
With that he strolled out of the door and down the hall, this was not good, Future-sama had not told him of this! Picking up his pace he scurried down the halls, his thoughts enveloping his surroundings.
Time was growing short, the power within the girl was already building, leaking out little by little, the incident with the hanyou being proof enough! It was already on the verge, it was already down to a matter of months! He knew of no spells to further push the two together nor speed up the transformation!
It helped not that the two were fighting it!
Jaken let out an angry sqwuak-like shriek of frustration, things were not going as planned!
The bitch aside, _he_ wasn't doing any better! The longer he stayed there, the more withdrawn he'd become! Ultimately closing off his icy heart completely! This needed time! But with all that was happening very little time was left!
Getting his master and the little human together was neccessary to get his walls to soften towards the humans, but the Fates predictions was the worst! And so soon...!
Jaken fell onto his rump, allowing the rest of his tiny body to fall backwards onto the cold floors; his beloved staff rolling out of his hand. He gave a great sigh of pure exhaustion, things were not going well....
Things were not going well at all....
. . . . . . . . . Elsewhere . . . . . . . . . .
Hojo hummed a little tune as he walked to Kagome's house, a beginner's book on reading brail in his hands. 'Poor Kagome,' Hojo thought sympathetically, 'Having two tumors developing in her eyes, then having them removed in order to save her life, along with all her other illness's... I'm surprised she managed to pull through and wake up from her coma...'
He sighed, bringing a hand to his cheak, leaning into his own offered comfort, 'Poor Kagome...' he thought, pausing in his step before continuing on his way.
*
Nicca pulled herself from the well, she noted the difference of her previous surroundings; so the thing hadn't decieved her after all...
She walked around the strange looking house in awe, walking towards the unusually straight and impossibly pefect steps Nicca caught sight of a blonde-haired boy on the steps; he was young and handsome, or at least his backside was; he had the boyish grace and stature that Sesshoumaru lacked. 'How strange,' Nicca thought as she strode up the steps.
For once she learned that Sesshoumaru lacked in something.
Kagome opened the front door only to be enveloped in a hug, "I'm so glad you're alright! And not blind Kagome-chan! Had the tumors in your eyes been a false alarm? Or did you get new eyes?" Hojo's unmistakeable voice rose to her ears.
She was going to kill her grandfather.
A low growl floated to her ears from behind.
Kagome felt an arm snake around her waist as she was yanked from Hojo's hug. She looked behind her to see Sesshoumaru's arm tightly around her waist in a very possessive manor, but his eyes were not on her, but at Hojo.
Or at least she thought they had been.
Turning her gaze to Hojo's curious one, her eyes trailed left then right of Hojo's form. She saw her porch, then Nicca. Nothing out of the ordinar- WAIT.
What the hell was Nicca doing here?
Kagome gulped. Well this is awkward.
-r/r, what do you think of it? The next few chapters may not be entirely centered on K/S, but more towards other characters, not neccessarily Inu or a few of the others...-