InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Mark the Beginning of Love ❯ Slits in a Tree ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Nope. All Rumiko Takahashi. But the plot...yeah...it's mine...

 

A/N: This is a fanfic for those Kagura/Sesshoumaru lovers such as me. I've posted this onto my website on Xanga, but for a link you'll just have to look at my profile. It's easy, for you guys who need some simple directions, just click on fanfics (at the top of the page), scroll down to Inu Yasha and click on that (okay, you know all this already), type in Kagura615 AFTER you changed the little search bar into `Author's Name', then click `Show/Search'. After that, click on any one of my fanfics that says `by: Kagura615' and click to the link next to `Homepage'.

 

Okay, so that was kind of obvious, but I just wanted to make sure no one screwed up their computer trying to find my website. It's on Xanga so it's not my personal url...

 

Anyways, I'm wasting your time so go on: READ!

 

Mark the Beginning of Love

 

Chapter One~

Slits in a Tree

 

 

Scratch...scratch...scratch...

 

Yet another slit into the bark of the old oak tree was created, and the girl slumped down to the ground with a sigh. Her hair was loosely pulled up into a small ponytail and she had strange, yet exotic looking earrings, made with four round gems in each one and black strands of string hanging from the ends. She was wearing a solid purple T-shirt with a denim jacket matching with her jeans. She wore no shoes, nor socks, and her feet were covered in soot.

 

Looking up at the blue sky, she thought about why she was there, why she was out in the middle of no where.

 

I ran away...from my father, she remembered, clutching onto the knife in her hand.

 

I should kill myself right now...but...I...I can't...

 

Blinking back tears, the girl let the knife slip from her dirtied hands and she leaned against the trunk of the abused tree, which held seven slits.

 

Seven days.

 

For the past seven days she had been in this area, eating what she could catch or pick from bushes. It hadn't been the first she'd attempted to run away, but it had been the longest so far.

 

Lifting a hand up to her face, she stared at the scratch marks and cuts left from when she was hunting. She hadn't found anything but berries, and she was getting pretty sick of those fruit anyhow. How she longed for a life worth living...

 

With another sigh she closed her eyes and tried to drift of to sleep.

 

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

Hunting.

 

He didn't quite prefer it, but anything done with his father was bound to be at least a little entertaining.

 

Adjusting the pack on his back, he set out for the front door, where his father was waiting no doubt. And, sure enough, there was pappy tying his shoelaces, back towards the little boy approaching. With ease the small boy could have startled the man with a light tap on the shoulder, but he decided against it, choosing to be mature and wait until his father was ready.

 

“Ah, Sesshoumaru,” his father greeted. He gave him a fatherly grin and stood up to tower before him. “You ready, my boy?”

 

“Yes father,” was the reply.

 

His father nodded, adjusting his pack before extending a hand out to his son. When the boy refused to take hold of his hand, he frowned.

 

“What is it, son?”

 

“Nothing father. I wish not to be a burden.”

 

With a grin his father just picked up the boy, sat him atop his shoulder and responded, “Not a burden at all, my son. Not at all.”

 

The boy gave him a perplexed look, but accepted the situation and turned to face ahead of them. “I'll be your eyes, then, father.”

 

“That's my boy!”

 

With a laugh the boy's father closed his eyes and pretended to be as blind as a bat. With his son as his eyes, he set out for the vast forest their family owned that was in the backyard.

 

(> ^ ^)>-------------------------------After a while-----------------------------<(^ ^<)

 

After a long period of trying to hunt deer while the boy led his father like a guide dog, they sat down to rest a bit. They had not caught one deer, but in a way that was acceptable to them. They really didn't want to harm any animals, but what they did want to do was watch them. Killing wasn't necessary and in fact it had never been required.

 

But father likes the term `hunting' so much, that he's gone to calling our traditional deer watching such, thought Sesshoumaru as he crossed his legs Indian style and gazed up at the sky.

 

He loved going out `hunting' with his father. It was one of the few times he got to actually spend some father/son bonding time together. Though when Inu Yasha came to age...

 

Quickly ridding the thought from his mind by shaking his head, Sesshoumaru instead continued to gaze at the sky that looked so much bluer than usual.

 

Just as he was about to drift of to sleep, he heard a sort of moaning sound. It was too silent and small to belong to his father, who was lying next to him, a protective arm around his son's body, and snoring rather loudly.

 

Sesshoumaru, being the curious yet leader of the `It's not of my concern' club, carefully slipped from his father and quietly started after the sound.

 

Well, he was a boy after all. And boys were supposed to be curious, trouble-some bothers, right? Right.

 

As he approached the cause of the sound, his eyes widened at what he saw.

 

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

Someone was coming.

 

Quickly, the girl reached for her pocketknife and waited for the intruder to draw closer. Be it man or beast, she thought, I won't let it get past me alive.

 

When indeed the intruder drew closer, she clutched onto the knife and waited just a moment more before turning rapidly, knife held up high.

 

But, what was before her was...

 

...just a boy...