InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Something Special ❯ Chapter 1: Cursed? ( Chapter 2 )
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By: lil_rei_chan 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 271 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 271 | Status: Completed
Ok, guys first off i made a typo in the prologue. Inuysha and Sesshoumaru's dad died when Inuyasha was one not five... just thought you might like to know that. Secondly i wanted to thank my reviewers, i love ya lots.^_^ Also i'd like to apologize for the fact that it's taken me so long to get this out to you guys... i've been suffering from some major writer's block on this one. Well, that's all i wanted to say! Now...
ON TO THE FIC!!!!
~X~
Something Special
Chapter 1: Cursed?
Years later...
A dark mist enshrouded the land, casting it in a foul, ominous dark cloud that fit the prince's mood nicely.It had been well over a century since his mother had given her life in a fool's errand, for him, and it still did not sit well with him. It haunted him every day. She had died on his tenth birthday, making that day unbearable for him from that year forth. That was something he would never get over, the cold tendrils of self loathing slowly wrapping around his heart making it difficult to feel anything other than hatred. How could one love others if they could not love themselves first? But love is a fickle emotion. It only leads to destruction. His mother had died for her love of him, she had killed herself for him. She had been the only one he loved and he was powerless to stop her. Love means death and loss. It is better not to love. He had been the only one to know where his mother had gone that night, but she had sworn him to secrecy and his love for her kept him silent. His love for her killed her just as sure as her own hand and the blade that it grasped.He had followed her that night, had been unable to stop her from making a deal with what was surely the devil, and he swore revenge on the sorceress for her wrongs.
He stared out over his kingdom of silent swirling mists and let out an inaudible sigh. It would be a long night for him. His claws itched for something to rend, for flesh to sink into, but there was nothing but silence. The nocturnal creatures felt the lord's ire and his need for bloodshed and remained silent and still in hopes of living through the sacred night. He was just about to turn away from the depressing mists when he caught some movement at last within the curling tendrils of the ethereal black fog. Further study showed a withered, hunched figure dressed in what the lord deemed rags, hobbling towards his domain. The lord sneered when the stench of human reached his nose, causing him to wrinkle it in mild disgust.
Not wanting the human to reach his domicil and defile it with her vile stench, the young lord took to the skies. Reaching what was identified as an old hag, the young lord sneered once more at the pathetic excuse of a living being. He stood there for several moments while the old woman took her rest, as she had stopped when he reached her. Looking at her closely for a moment he realized that she was sleeping lightly, seemingly completely oblivious of him. Quite roughly he nudged her with the toe of his boot, causing her to wake with a start. She looked up at him for a moment before she sighed and went back to sleep. Sesshoumaru emitted a low rumbling growl resonating from deep within his chest in annoyance at her ignorance and lack of fear. It's amazing the hag lived to this age. With one more sharp kick the woman grunted and finally awoke imparting upon th lord her undivided attention.
"What is your business here, human?"
"I am merely passing through," she said in a deep gravelly voice that bespoke her age. Looking up at him with her one eye, something sparked in their dull depths. "However, I require a place to sleep for the night."
Hearing her reply, Sesshoumaru scoffed. "Surely you know to whom you speak and the foolishness in asking this Sesshoumaru for a favor such as that."
"I know very well who ye are, demon. That, however, will not deter this old woman from asking."
"Be gone," he growled, "before your stench permeates the whole of my domain."
"Have it not in thy heart to grant this old woman a simple request of a night's hospitality?"
"You over step your bounds, woman. Leave not or taste my poison claw."
Nodding slightly to herself, the old woman closed her one eye, ignoring the lord's ire. Silently her mouth moved in a wordless chant and her appearance began to alter. Old, weathered skin became smooth and soft and the hunched over body straightened. Steel gray hair slowly darkened to jet black and the sightless eye, once covered by a patch, healed. Shock crossed the features of the young demon lord as recognition flashed in his golden eyes. Featureless shock slowly melted to silent rage. Pungent green poison gathered at the tips of his claws, dripping to the ground below as he struggled not to let his demon take control.
"I see ye have not forgotten me after all this time, child," the woman cooed.
"You!" he growled.
~X~
"Inuyasha! We need to stop for the night!"
"No wench! We keep going! We're getting closer to him, I can feel it."
"Don't make me say it!"
~X~
"Aye, child. You've reached the age at which I can help thee."
"I don't need your help, bitch."
"Ah, but ye do. Thy mother paid a heavy price for this help and I don't go back on mine own word."
"I won't tell you again!" he growled, lunging for her.
~X~
"SIT!"
At the command a soft glow engulfed the rosary around the boy's neck and he fell face first to the ground as if pulled by a great weight. Dust rose in a cloud around the hanyou shaped crater from the impact he made. By the time the dust had settled and he was free of the spell, camp had been made and Kagome was sitting with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
~X~
"If ye won't accept mine help willingly, then I shall force it upon thee."
With those words a glow formed in the woman's hands as he lunged for her and shot out at him. The glow receeded momentarily, showing a flash of beads before they began to glow again, this time causing him to fall face first to the ground below with an impact that left a crater.
"Hmm, I didn't expect her to be using it so soon," the woman mumbled to herself as she assumed her previous form. Slowly, as befitting her old woman persona, she turned and made her way back from whence she came.
~X~
Well... what do you think?
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ON TO THE FIC!!!!
~X~
Something Special
Chapter 1: Cursed?
Years later...
A dark mist enshrouded the land, casting it in a foul, ominous dark cloud that fit the prince's mood nicely.It had been well over a century since his mother had given her life in a fool's errand, for him, and it still did not sit well with him. It haunted him every day. She had died on his tenth birthday, making that day unbearable for him from that year forth. That was something he would never get over, the cold tendrils of self loathing slowly wrapping around his heart making it difficult to feel anything other than hatred. How could one love others if they could not love themselves first? But love is a fickle emotion. It only leads to destruction. His mother had died for her love of him, she had killed herself for him. She had been the only one he loved and he was powerless to stop her. Love means death and loss. It is better not to love. He had been the only one to know where his mother had gone that night, but she had sworn him to secrecy and his love for her kept him silent. His love for her killed her just as sure as her own hand and the blade that it grasped.He had followed her that night, had been unable to stop her from making a deal with what was surely the devil, and he swore revenge on the sorceress for her wrongs.
He stared out over his kingdom of silent swirling mists and let out an inaudible sigh. It would be a long night for him. His claws itched for something to rend, for flesh to sink into, but there was nothing but silence. The nocturnal creatures felt the lord's ire and his need for bloodshed and remained silent and still in hopes of living through the sacred night. He was just about to turn away from the depressing mists when he caught some movement at last within the curling tendrils of the ethereal black fog. Further study showed a withered, hunched figure dressed in what the lord deemed rags, hobbling towards his domain. The lord sneered when the stench of human reached his nose, causing him to wrinkle it in mild disgust.
Not wanting the human to reach his domicil and defile it with her vile stench, the young lord took to the skies. Reaching what was identified as an old hag, the young lord sneered once more at the pathetic excuse of a living being. He stood there for several moments while the old woman took her rest, as she had stopped when he reached her. Looking at her closely for a moment he realized that she was sleeping lightly, seemingly completely oblivious of him. Quite roughly he nudged her with the toe of his boot, causing her to wake with a start. She looked up at him for a moment before she sighed and went back to sleep. Sesshoumaru emitted a low rumbling growl resonating from deep within his chest in annoyance at her ignorance and lack of fear. It's amazing the hag lived to this age. With one more sharp kick the woman grunted and finally awoke imparting upon th lord her undivided attention.
"What is your business here, human?"
"I am merely passing through," she said in a deep gravelly voice that bespoke her age. Looking up at him with her one eye, something sparked in their dull depths. "However, I require a place to sleep for the night."
Hearing her reply, Sesshoumaru scoffed. "Surely you know to whom you speak and the foolishness in asking this Sesshoumaru for a favor such as that."
"I know very well who ye are, demon. That, however, will not deter this old woman from asking."
"Be gone," he growled, "before your stench permeates the whole of my domain."
"Have it not in thy heart to grant this old woman a simple request of a night's hospitality?"
"You over step your bounds, woman. Leave not or taste my poison claw."
Nodding slightly to herself, the old woman closed her one eye, ignoring the lord's ire. Silently her mouth moved in a wordless chant and her appearance began to alter. Old, weathered skin became smooth and soft and the hunched over body straightened. Steel gray hair slowly darkened to jet black and the sightless eye, once covered by a patch, healed. Shock crossed the features of the young demon lord as recognition flashed in his golden eyes. Featureless shock slowly melted to silent rage. Pungent green poison gathered at the tips of his claws, dripping to the ground below as he struggled not to let his demon take control.
"I see ye have not forgotten me after all this time, child," the woman cooed.
"You!" he growled.
~X~
"Inuyasha! We need to stop for the night!"
"No wench! We keep going! We're getting closer to him, I can feel it."
"Don't make me say it!"
~X~
"Aye, child. You've reached the age at which I can help thee."
"I don't need your help, bitch."
"Ah, but ye do. Thy mother paid a heavy price for this help and I don't go back on mine own word."
"I won't tell you again!" he growled, lunging for her.
~X~
"SIT!"
At the command a soft glow engulfed the rosary around the boy's neck and he fell face first to the ground as if pulled by a great weight. Dust rose in a cloud around the hanyou shaped crater from the impact he made. By the time the dust had settled and he was free of the spell, camp had been made and Kagome was sitting with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
~X~
"If ye won't accept mine help willingly, then I shall force it upon thee."
With those words a glow formed in the woman's hands as he lunged for her and shot out at him. The glow receeded momentarily, showing a flash of beads before they began to glow again, this time causing him to fall face first to the ground below with an impact that left a crater.
"Hmm, I didn't expect her to be using it so soon," the woman mumbled to herself as she assumed her previous form. Slowly, as befitting her old woman persona, she turned and made her way back from whence she came.
~X~
Well... what do you think?
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