InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Spring of the Tiger ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
This is my 2nd attempt at fan fiction, and even though I'm still in the midst of my first, this one had to come out of me before I could continue on. I love to write Sesshomaru as he is very difficult to figure out, and is fun to explore as a writer, whereas InuYasha's feelings are very out in the open, he simply can't hide them. I hope to tackle him very soon. This fiction has very mature subject matter. I hope you enjoy.
The sun sat low upon the horizon, brilliantly bathing the land with its essence even as it neared completion of its trek across the sky. There was a quiet calm about as evening approached, the earth seemingly in a state of quiet anticipation.
A lone figure made his way across the deep woods of the Western Lands, his eyes reflecting brilliantly with the light of the sun.
His silvery hair alone made him a distinct form. Outfitted in an opulent white kimono and jagged-horned battle gear, he made an impressive and foreboding figure to any that might think of challenging him.
His gaze swiftly took in his surroundings, as his acute senses remained poised in readiness for any disturbance.
Peace abounded in these times, yet he knew he could never relax his guard. It had been over ten years since the defeat of the one who threatened the fate of their world, and for now, tranquility remained; however, there were always new battles, new enemies vying for power.
A cool breeze bestirred the fallen leaves about him. He could sense a change in the air. Autumn had taken hold of the land some time ago and winter was near. After a fortnight-long sweep of his lands in the north, it was time to return to his family seat in the west.
A gleaming white castle arose in the distance, illuminated by the rapidly fading sunlight while the crescent-shaped moon began to rise in the east. Enormous in size and scope, it was a masterpiece of fortification and exquisiteness. He strode in the direction of the castle with surefooted steps.
In the shadow of the fortress, a small feminine form knelt near a field of late autumn flowers, riotous in color. Adorned in a red-gold kimono that framed her petite figure, she presented a charming silhouette against the setting sun.
She gently picked those that bloomed brightest and placed them in a small basket at her side. She hummed softly beneath her breath with serenity at her task.
A curtain of blue-black hair swept in front of her face, masking her view as she leaned to inspect one of the blooms.
The figure in the distance continued in his approach silently with measured steps, his gaze alighting upon the smaller figure in the fields. She had not yet sensed his nearness, as she was very intent upon filling her basket.
As a shadow fell upon her, the young female's lovely almond-shaped eyes widened in trepidation, then relaxed as a gentle smile transformed her beautiful features. She said softly, “Welcome home, Sesshomaru-sama.”
The golden eyes, the most expressive part of his usually taciturn features, relented in their severity almost ever so slightly as he replied simply. “Rin.”