InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Siren Sisters ❯ Such Innocence ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters or profiles. Though I wish I did. I'm just using names and looks, this story is original.

 

 

THE SIREN SISTERS

 

CHAPTER ONE: SUCH INNOCENCE

 

In the land of Japan, times were changing. Though royalty still stood, and framers still farmed, the lands were beginning to discover each other. Ships sailed seas to import and export, to trade or barter for goods. New people met each other, and languages were exchanged. And this, a boy would learn.

 

Demons were known and respected, not mysteries in the dark. Most were lords, others servants to those lords. They mainly stuck to their kind, but were known to mingle with humans on a social level. It was shunned by the old, made curious by the young. And the present either hated, or respected the demons. But no one would challenge their power without good cause, and most times, it was solved diplomatically. But there had been blood shed in the past. And don't mistake, demons fought among each other, for certain reasons or another. And though it was rare, demons could fall for humans, as one young lord had done. They were mated souls, no one could deny, but yet, there were those who still disapproved. And it was this reason, that a little boy ran from safety for fear of himself.

 

The night sky with black, with only the stars to shine his way. For one thing was missing, the moon. The cursed day that his blood betrayed him, and made him human. He hated these days, and he hated being human, but his mother always told him not to be a hypocrite. So he accepted, no matter how it hurt. But he ran now, his mother's calls far behind, as he ran through the forest of his family's land. An owl's hoot spooked him, and snapping twigs made his heart pump. Damn the new moon and it darkness. For it did leave him in the dark, his golden eyed demon vision gone, and had his silver eyes darting to and fro. His speed was also gone, and his small fists hid dull nails. He tripped, and gritted human teeth. But he got back up.

 

Stupid Miiyo, stupid Tenchi and Miroku. They had put these ideas in his head, and now they haunted him. He was loved, he knew he was. But what of other people? Simple, Miiyou had told him, they either hate you or like you. There's not many, but there persons who did not like him. Why? For his mixed dirty blood. And on this night, where he had cried in pain for losing his demon blood, his mother had tried to reassure him that nothing would ever had to him, she and his father would protect him from those who hated him. But could she protect him from himself? He had ranted, getting his father's attention from the palace dining area, but by the time he had arrived, his boy was gone. His boy had run into the forest. Crying and fearing for his life.

 

But now he feared for a different reason. He was lost no doubt, and the dark only made his panic rise. If he had his demon sense of smell, he could find his way home by following the musk of his father, and the perfume of his mother, but sadly to say, he couldn't smell either. He was sure his father was searching for him, making his cousin as well, but when they would find him, he was not sure. So he kept running. He heard the sound of water and ran to it. It would make it easier for his father. But as he neared, he heard something else, and slowed his pace to listen.

 

If only if only, the woodpecker cried,

 

The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky,

 

While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,

 

He cries to the moooooooooon! If only If only…

 

It was a voice, a pretty one at that, and the boy walked transfixed in the direction of it. He had never heard such sweet a voice singing, not even his mother could match. He gulped, and neared a bush where the sound was coming. He pushed the bush back to find a clearing with a small pool, its surface silver by starlight.

 

If only if only, the moon speaks no reply,

 

Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by,

 

Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly,

 

Fly high my baby bird, my angel my only.

 

When the voice stopped, the boy longed for it again. So he looked for it. And spotted her. With the pretty voice, came a pretty face of pale skin, rosy child lips, and pert little nose. Her brown eyes sparkled in a secret way, and her raven locks hung to one side as she leaned to look over the rock she sat upon and into the mirror-like surface of the pond. Her peasant clothes looked big, but she looked comfortable upon the rock as well. And she smiled at herself, in a sad way.

 

“Why do you stop?” he asked, and she shrieked in surprise. He noticed now she was a bit younger than him, maybe seven or eight to his nine winters. But those surprised eyes softened to become welcoming, and she giggled.

 

“Sorry, you scared me. You are very quiet. Why did I stop what?”

 

“Your singing…why did you stop?” he asked again, and she gasped, then giggled, hiding her blush behind her hands. He quirked a brow at her.

 

“You…you like my singing?” she said shyly, wringing a piece of her kimono. He blushed as his words were sent back at him, making him look away as he nodded. She giggled again, and hopped down from her rock. Skipping up to him, he blushed a lot as she got in his face to stare hard. He blinked and backed up.

 

“What?!”

 

She smiled, “you're clean, not like the field workers. Yet you wear simple robes. Who are you?”

 

He puffed his chest and streaked it, making his breath leave in a whoosh, she giggled at him, and he gave her a sheepish smile. “I am the prince of this land.”

 

This time she laughed right out in his face, taking him aback. “Oh why yes, your highness, I would have never guessed it was you in your bathing pants and under kimono.”

 

He blushed red hot. He had forgotten all about that, but he growled nonetheless, making her laugh harder. “But I am!”

 

“Do not fool me! Everyone knows the demon lord's son is a hanyou. And you are human, it seems. So who are you?”

 

He went to answer again, but stopped, and mentally cursed with his limited child's language his hanyou blood. How could he prove her wrong if he didn't even look like himself? But the girl cocked her head at him, studying his frowning face. She took in his reflective silver eyes, and his glorious long back hair. Unfearful, she ran a hand down one forelock, feeling the silkiness of it, and he jumped from her hand. But she smiled. Skipping back to the water's edge, she sat cross-legged and stared at the water. Cautious, the boy went and sat next to her. She turned to him smiling.

 

“You said you liked my singing, would you like me to sing?” she said, pink tinting her cheeks. He blushed, and nodded. “Okay. It's a lullaby my mother sings to me, learned from my father. He's a foreigner you know.”

 

He blinked at her, eyes wide with childish fascination. “Really?”

 

“Yep, he has wide eyes, and black hair, and eyes as green as grass. His has a nice voice too, thick with his accent. He promised to take us to his home one day, and I really want to go. The lullaby came from his home, though he had to change the words cause we couldn't understand them at first.”

 

And she sang that lullaby, the one he had heard when he first came. How long he had stayed there he wasn't sure, but he liked it. He liked spending time with her, hearing her sing. At one point, they had played a game of tag around the pond, and fell exhausted by its side. Seeing each other tired brought laughs, and they soon were gripping their stomachs as tears rolled from their eyes. Then, they had looked at each other, a mischievous glint in the girl's eyes, and she pounced him. He yelled out, and they had a full fledged wrestling match. Though he could have won, she was tricky, and pinned him under her.

 

“Say it! You give!” she screamed when he suddenly flipped her off him and he smirked at her and she as huffed getting a twig from her hair.

 

“I never give.”

 

“That's not fair! You're a boy!”

 

“So! You're the one who jumped me!”

 

“Jerk!”

 

“Pansy!”

 

“Pig face!”

 

“Wench!”

 

At this the girl looked horrified, and she burst out into tears. The boy panicked, and quickly kneeled in front of her, confused on how to give comfort. As she continued to cry, he just gave up and hugged her.

 

“Don't cry! I didn't mean it! I swear!”

 

She pulled away sniffling, a pink not do to crying tinting her cheeks. She wiped her face on her sleeve, and sniffed real loud. She gave him a smile that brightened him. “Its okay, it's just that my mother says that wenches are bad people and don't deserve to walk the streets. She also said they were whores, but I don't know what that is.”

 

He nodded, and just sat there in front of her as she kneeled with him. He plucked the grass nervously, not really knowing if he was forgiven. But when he looked up, she smiled at him, melting his nine year old heart. She stuck a hand in her pocket and brought out a piece of cloth. It was white, and a square, and in the corner was embroidered a K. she gave it to him and he just stared at him.

 

“What is this?”

 

“My mother made it. I really liked playing with you, even though I was suppose to be in bed. Take it, and you can give it back when we see each other again.”

 

He looked back up and nodded his head pursing his small lips. Thinking quickly, he looked around and spotted small bushy purple flowers and picked a small bunch. And handed it to her. She smiled.

 

“Just so you don't forget me.”

 

She shook her head hard, “never! We're friends now. But I have to go before my mother finds out I'm not home.”

 

They stood, and he stayed as she skipped off. But she turned around and waved good bye to him. And clutching the cloth, he waved back…

 

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“Inuyasha! Get up! Your mother is asking for you!”

 

The hanyou prince groaned as the witty voice of his friend and personal advisor penetrated his dreams. Swiveling a white furry dog ear, he pinpointed his friend and threw a pillow at him. He smiled a little when he heard the missile hit its target.

 

“Inuyasha! Get your ass out of bed and dressed!”

 

Inuyasha popped open a gold eye and gave him a comical stare. “Is that any way to talk monk?”

 

The monk gave him a cold glare before walking over and taking the pillow thrown at him and trying to suffocate the hanyou. Inuyasha laughed and jumped from the bed, revealing long limbs and lean muscle of his frame, muscle that was soon filling out to manhood. The monk fumed.

 

“Aw come on Miroku, we all know of your clean mouth and virtuous ways.”

 

Instead of an answer, he was thrown some clothes and pushed into his washing area, the annoyed jingle of Miroku's staff going off as he was given a good tap on the head. Inuyasha grinned over at his friend.

 

“Get ready, your mother wants to go to the ports today for new items. She wants you to come along, maybe search for a possible wife.”

 

Inuyasha snorted, “I doubt I'll ever find a wife.”

 

“Who knows, maybe the girl from your dreams will be there.”

 

Inuyasha meant to snap at Miroku, but found he was gone already. Damn it, Miroku knew that was a sensitive subject. And when has Miroku ever been considerate of his feelings? Oh yeah, never. But he sighed. He had that dream again, the same one ever since he was nine. Though this time it was when they first met. Others were when they were older. Or what he imagined of what she was like when she was older. In his dreams, she had grown and filled out to be a beautiful woman, curvy and soft. Her laughing brown eyes shined brightly at him, and her laugh was full and rich. Her hair had grown past her waist, almost to her bottom, and her long pale legs danced as she sang in a voice that was for angels. And in those dreams, he longed for her, waking to only feel what I man felt for a woman. He took a look to his bed, and strode over to retrieve the item from his pillow. He still had it, that cloth with the K. and it still faintly smelled of her, all flowery and promised sunshine. But there was one problem. He didn't know if she was even alive. After that night, he had never seen her again. And now, twelve years later, he still pinned for his childhood love. She had just disappeared. And he never learned her name. He sighed again. He would give up one day, but not day.

 

Getting back to reality, he walked to his bath, and made ready to leave for the ports with his mother. He just hoped no sailor girls tried for him, they were usually…not pure, and it creeped him. But who knew, a new day, and new life, as his mother always said.

 

::::::::::::::::::::::it's a new idea, and I got it from listening to Celtic music strange enough. But I'm going with it. I need a sappy love story to fill my last sense. You see, I have a suspense/love/angst story, a humor/love/drama/tragic story, and now I'll have a REAL love story. So I'm happy.

 

Tell me how it is!!!!! I want to know if I should just give up and let it die.