InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nights of eternity ❯ Dark angel ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
My mind wonders again, I'm asking myself why am I dreaming bowers again, bowers expressed not in words but in concrete images in the way I would imagine them in my old thinking, I wish to lie once more on the wet earth from the rose garden. I want to let myself be wrapped in their perfume and mystery. I want to stick my face on the ground and sing a song just for me.
The spring, the warm, the cold fog that is threatening to transform in rain at any moment, they are all remanding me of everything I cannot have anymore, I crave them, and I want the swampy forests from afar. Everything seem to move in the gentle breath of wind, the wet mist, the small green leaves that are setting themselves on the ground like a soft ash, the world seems like an upside down paint of the sky.
I'm sitting here on this bench all alone, the alley is empty at this late hour, my only company are the street lamps and their light that can be compared with flames that do not extinguish, flames that are burning in the night on metal supports, lightening my cold body. My thoughts are flying once again at him at Sesshomaru, because in Sesshomaru I ca see the magic of the wild lands, and in his always-bright eyes are burning the flames of thousands of years.
The silence that surrounds me is making me dizzy, it arouse my soul making me look back in the past at a mortal life who's past is a past full of hate and suffering until I found my angel, I remember, thousands of images are invading my mind. Life in those times for a young orphan of thirteen years old was not easy; I was the village child, having no one to rely on except myself. I can feel the fear and pain that I've felt when I was attacked by wolves, their cruelty their ferocity. I should have died then, lost and alone in the dark forest… but I didn't die, fate had other plans for me… it was then when I met Sesshomaru, he was the one who saved me from the claws of death. He killed the wolves, their pain-filled screams, and the scent of death, made me fall in a dream like state, then I felt the hard touch of living ice. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the arms of a man that was looking at me with cold golden eyes.
He was very tall and from what I could tell, he was dressed from head to toe in white velvet. His long silver-white hair was falling in rich bangs over his back and shoulders. He had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen; their color was the color of melted gold. His full lips were of a rosy shade.
For me he looked like a fallen angel or perhaps like a demon that escaped from hell.
“Am I going to die?” I whispered with a broken voice
He sake his head as no, his golden eyes shined.
“No little one, you are not going to die. I'm going to take care of you”
His full lips half-opened, letting me see a file of white teeth. He brought me even closer to his chest and kissed my forehead.
“Sleep little one, I'm taking you home”
When I woke up, I realized that I was in a huge bathroom, I was lying on a small bed, the wall in front me was entirely made of glass, it was still dark outside, the moon was laminating the soft blanket of snow from the trees. I thought then that the bathroom must be somewhere on a high level because the landscape I was seeing was one of high altitude. It was possible that the window-wall could offer the scenery of a garden but there was no way I would know that. I tried to get out of the bed but the sharp pain that exploded in my body stopped me, I lifted my hand to my eyes and then I noticed that my wounds were cleaned and tended. Only a few candles gave light in the room. The scent of roses sweet and sensual, I was starting to get dizzy again.
In my left, I could distinguish the oval contour of a deep piscine, and in the middle of the steams that were lifting form the water's surface I could see the silhouette of my savior. He had board shoulders, white chest with well-defined muscles. His wet hair seemed even richer of bright silver that I never seen until then.
Slowly he rose from were he stood and start heading towards me, out of respect I turned my gaze from him, I didn't figure out his intention until he took away the velvet cover I was laying in, it was his white mantle. He lifted me in his powerful arms and took me into the piscine, he did not let me go until the warm water covered my shoulders, then he urged me to let my head back so he could wash my hair.
I opened my eyes to look at him, but I was not watching him, I was looking beyond him at the sparkling red ceiling on which were painted angels with huge black wings, they seemed stock-still. The large warm smiles frozen on their rosy lips, the sharp fangs were shining, and it was a bit of insanity and cruelty in the heavenly image above me. I turned my gaze towards the man that saved me from death. His face was right in front me. Living ice, he to seem to be one of the angels painted on the ceiling. He sticks me to him in the warm water, I can feel his large hands moving on my body, his soft lips were kissing my forehead and my eyes… he was bathing me slowly. He was washing my face, my hair, my body with a tenderness that was almost making me cry. In his arms, I was feeling like a newborn baby in the protective arms of his father.
I woke up before the dawn, with my head on his pillow. I was covered in silk. I looked at him am I saw him dressing his mantle and covering his head with the hood, his hair was tied back in a low ponytail.
“Are you leaving?” I whispered
“Yes but I'll come back tonight, until then rest”
“Promise?”
He smiled and approached me, he touched my check and that was when I noticed that instead of nails, he had claws, but no matter how strange it may seem I was not afraid.
“Do not be afraid little one. I will not abandon you. You belong to me now Rin.”
After he whispered these words to me, he approached his face of mine and before I could tell, what was going on his lips touched mine in a tender kiss. He freed my lips and touched my nose in a playful way; in his eyes were burning flames when he looked at me. He removed himself from me, and when he reached the door he turned around to look at me, with the hood on his head, I could only see the soft shape of his cheekbones and the arch lips. He waved good-bye and got out; a white haze surrounded him when he closed the door after him. The night was almost over, but the candles were still burning.