InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect Sin ❯ Something unexpected ( Prologue )

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

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PROLOGUE



Somewhere in Willey, Coventry, 1622.



Inuyasha McLonney felt the sharp pain even before he opened his eyes; the light burning through his closed lids.

He growled.

Merde...

He covered his face with the forearm and rotated his body as he groaned, vaguely aware of the hard floor below his back; the echo of a constant and annoying leak resounded painfully in his sensitive hearings as an amplified and sharpened several dB noise. It seemed to bounce inside his skull like a leather ball.

The repellent scent of the old and cheap tobacco, moldy ground and dirty bodies hit him the face with the force of a mallet and left him woozy, as he tried to accustom his sensitive eyes to the light.

His mind, stunned by the alcohol, attempted in vain to recognize his surroundings. He rose fifty-fifty on an elbow and grunted when his head hit against something hard and made a deaf noise.

A table.

A damned moldy table, as everything the rest in that damned place.

His forehead wrinkled in a confused frown. Where the hell he was?.

Oww... He felt so bad that almost could hear the nuts of his brain being adjusted painfully as he tried to remember how the heck he had end up in that strange, filthy and noisy place, whichever it were...

He had gone out heading for Surrey to meet his lover. His beautiful, intelligent, rich and, the most important, liberal divorced lover. Hmm... A smile potentially idiot curved his mouth as he thought of what he liked the most of her: her breasts. Surely the best in her qualities: exuberant, ripe, firm, crowned by those rosy and delightful...

Halt!

His mind stopped so quick that Inuyasha almost groaned. That sexy and very gifted woman was no longer his lover. No; days ago everything among them had finished. God, the drunkenness almost had made him forget the last two days of its life. Nearly unconsciously he realized that his eyes were open and he was staring at a low and cracked ceiling, wondering how the hell he hadn't broken his head when entering in that room.

Then maybe it had indeed happened; judging by that damned pain that didn't leave him alone.

His mouth was presses in a fine line and his eyes were narrowed suspiciously. No matter how much he attempted, he could not remember anything of what had happened the previous night. He heavily rose while grunting and cursing inconceivable blasphemies. A weary resignation overpowered him when he saw his unfastened pants and the open shorts. Not once again...

Almost not wanting to look, he turned his face and realized that what he had hit with was not a table, but the splintered border of an old bed, although it was certainly moldy.

He saw the vulgar and dirty reddish tone of a long and scruffy mane spread on some odorous sheets, repaired with chunks of fabric of several colors; the voluptuous body of a woman, barely covered by a red blanket.

How low you have fallen, Inuyasha McLonney...

With his back to the bed, he put right his clothes and his lips curved into an ironic grimace that could have been a smile, but that didn't end up being it. He wondered what feats that woman would have made to excite him, keeping in mind that he was drunker than never before.

- I can't believe that I've been taken to this whore's bed...

He was getting tied up the knots of his pants when the door of the room opened up unexpectedly. It only passed an instant before a sharp and terrified scream ripped the air and the noise of a metallic tray smashing against the floor made him turn, startled.

A small girl not elder than fifteen was staring wide-eyed at him from the frame of the door, the tremble of her body speaking of an irrational terror. He frowned.

- Hey, you...

He took a step toward her, with the intention of calming her, but she fled shouting as if she had seen the very devil.

Suddenly, her screams drowned unexpectedly and Inuyasha heard the blows of her small body against the steps of the stair. He rushed to the door and stared down. She lied in the floor, immobile. Her neck twisted in an impossible angle and her eyes, still open and terrified, shone deadly.

He flew down the stairs to come to her side. A cook coming closer, surely alerted by that scandal, she let out a gasp and brought both hands up to her mouth. An instant later, Inuyasha was surrounded by a dozen of eyes, anxious to know what had happened. The terrified and excited murmurs filled his hearings: "She's dead", "Is he responsible? ", "What the hell did happen? ", "What a pity, she seemed to enter the business next year; a little small, but there's who like it that way... "

He had ignored them while he straightened the girl's body and took the thin face among both hands, but that cold remark really bothered him. Without knowing reason, Inuyasha felt the sudden necessity to be explained.

He closed the girl's eyes with a hand and rose to all his height. He stared at the madame.

- I don't know what scared her. I was up in the room when this girl entered and began to cry out as a madwoman; she fled and fell down the stair.

A collective murmur rose. One of the men stared at the girl and made a grimace before twisting the face, never looking away, and to spit.

- Doesn't seem like a whore - he speak in a husky voice - What did she do here, Darcy?, I had never seen her.

The madame came closer as she dried her hands with a cloth.

- She came two days ago. I don't know if she had family, she only brought a change of clothes and a mangy cat - she moved the head -. She was very small; and was sick. She wouldn't have lived too much anyway...

Inuyasha clenched his jaw.

- Is there someone to take charge of her funeral?

Madame snorted as if the mere idea were ludicrous.

- We have no surplus money to waste. This girl will go to the common grave, as the vagabond that she is.

The man's golden eyes narrowed as he returned his look to the girl. He took one hand to the pocket of his pants looking for his money, but he didn't find it. He had left it in the room. He frowned.

- I don't know what could scare her that much... - he murmured, almost to himself.

- I do - said a hoarse and lightly trembling voice.

Everyone looked up to the standing figure in the stairs, in front of the room's door. He pointed out with a finger to the interior, never taking away his eyes - which pretended an indifference that he didn't feel - from Inuyasha's.

More intrigued than before, he hurried up the stairs. When the man got apart, Inuyasha looked.

The breath was caught in his throat.

Nothing at his surrounding seemed to get his attention after that moment; neither the terrified pantings of those who had gone up after him and looked over his shoulders, that almost fill the width of the door. Neither the fact that there was a practically naked woman on the bed. Not even the pain that had been hammering into his head with no pity since he had recovered the sense.

The only thing he saw was that that his sleepy and drunk eyes had thought it was a red blanket covering the woman's body.

Just that it was not a blanket.

For the first time since he woke up, he knew why the air of the room was so repugnant. It was not mold what he had smelled...

It was the metallic and sweetish scent of the blood.

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Author:

Well, there the prologue is. I apologize you if I made some mistake, but English is not my first language, and although I read it and write it, I still have some things to learn.
Any comment will be very appreciated.

Kisses.
Arce.