InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strange Interlude ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
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By: Trinity33 
The Prologue takes place fifty years before the start of the series. Sesshomaru hears of his brother's "death" by Kikyo and is confronted by his true killer, a demon calling himself Basoni.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.15.2005 | Updated On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 329 | Status: Work In Progress
The Prologue takes place fifty years before the start of the series. Sesshomaru hears of his brother's "death" by Kikyo and is confronted by his true killer, a demon calling himself Basoni.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.15.2005 | Updated On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 329 | Status: Work In Progress
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything from InuYasha.
Strange Interlude
Prologue
&n bsp; An eerie fog crept through the trees and shrubs of a dark forest. The noises of the night rejoiced the cool breeze and the warm yellow moon, but this nocturnal serenade was soon interrupted by the light crunching of leaves. As the crunching became louder, the forest began to hear voices.
"...forest is approxiamately 12.4 kilometers from the village of your brother. Oh! Lord Sesshomaru, have you heard?
InuYasha is dead!"
It was a small green imp who said this. A larger, ill-defined demon walked next to him
The taller demon's eyes narrowed at the mention at this name, as if it held some signifigance. A strange light glinted in his eyes, "Explain."
The little imp responded, "A priestess pinned that worthless brother of yours to a tree using only an arrow".
The demonic duo crossed into a clearing, and the golden moonlight washed over them. The regal demon called
Sesshomaru looked up at the near-full moon, his amber eyes gazing over its fullness and size. "And it killed him?" he asked his humble vassal.
"Yes," Jaken nodded. He thought a moment, then looked up at his master's inattentive eyes. "Well," he began,"not exactly. InuYasha's heart no longer beats, but his flesh and body remain intact."
&nbs p; "Interesting," responded the silver-haired demon. "It seems that I have no need to kill him now that a human has already done it." Sesshomaru slowly turned his gaze north toward the village of his late brother. Could he sense InuYasha's body, frozen in time?
There was a flash of white from behind the bushes. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes still further, immediately snapping his head in the direction of the disturbance.
"True. You no longer have the need," came a voice from behind him, "because I am the one who killed him."
Sesshomaru whirled around. There stood an old human. He held one hand behind his curled back, using the other to stroke his long white beard.
How dare a human approach him! Sesshomaru thought, but one whiff from the air told him the truth. He was not human.
"And who are you?" Sesshomaru questioned.
"I," spoke the elderly-looking demon, "am Basoni the Old. And I have done as you've wished and deposed of that troublesome half-demon for you. Now what will you pay me in return for my services?"
"You?" Sesshomaru scoffed. "From what I understand it was a young priestess who killed the hanyou."
"Ah yes. It was her hands that smote him, but I am the one who willed those same hands to kill."
"You have done me no great favor. All you have managed to do is kill an irritating mosquito. You and I never had contract. Now leave."
The demon called Basoni lowered his head to reveal to Sesshomaru his reddened eyes: "I am not to be paid for my service then? Well, if not in gold or land, I will still need something for payment." Basoni pretended to think. "Let's see...if you are unwiling to pay with currency or goods, how about paying with your life?"
"Was that a challenge?"
The old man grinned, and with a frightening smile, brought himself upright. His crooked back cracked with every straightenng vertabrae, and his frail appearance quickly turned to that of a frightening opponent. His hair, once gray and dull now fierce and black, undulated all around him.
But Sesshomaru would not give a reaction; he found it too obvious that this "old demon" was a shapeshifter. After this lack of response from the noble Lord of the West, the creature Basoni launched his attack. With punches and swipes the reckless foe attacked Sesshomaru, but the latter only stepped backward with every lunge. Jaken, the impish vassal shrieked and quickly ran behind the trees, peaking over a low branch to watch the fast-paced battle. Sesshomaru continued to dodge the red-eyed demon, who frantically lunged and slashed with his dagger-like hands.
Sesshomaru sighed. This was annoying and a waste of time. Sesshomaru's eyes took on a fiery glint as he changed strategies. His feet touched lightly to the ground and pushed off toward the shapeshifting fiend. Sesshomaru's right hand glowed bright and golden with energy. The light elongated and Basoni was struck in the chest. Knocked back with blood coming from his mouth, the young-again demon fell crouched to the ground. Sesshomaru smirked and leapt int othe air to finish him off.
Sputtering blood, Basoni quickly uttered a spell that froze Sesshomaru in mid-attack.
The beaten demon rose as if all his injuries had disappeared. He smiled wickedly, "You really thought you could beat me?"
Sesshomaru stared coldly until he too smiled wickedly, "But I have won," he assured Basoni.
Suddenly a bright red line appeared across Basoni's chest. The cut burst open and blood gushed from him. He fell again to his knees and was breathing very heavily; it became apparent that he would soon die.
Basoni yelled in rage and began to mutter another spell. The spell was long and fast, and Sesshomaru, still frozen, could do nothing to get away.
When he was finished, he locked eyes with Sesshomaru, "Now it is I who has won."
Sesshomaru then felt a strange numbness in his foot. He tried to shake it off, but paralysis prevented him from moving his foot. Sesshomaru felt the tingling sensation continue to travel up his legs. He looked down at them the best he could and found that the numb feeling was actually his body turning to stone.
Basoni began to laugh a horribly wicked laugh. As flesh and bone turned to denser stone, those body parts began to compact upon each other. Sesshomaru's arms, sash, armor, and stoll were flattened as his stone body melted into a short stone block.
Sesshomaru tilted what was left of his head upward to take one last look at the starry sky. It angered him so much that he had fallen under this spell and would never again see the night, that Sesshomaru swore revenge on the foul trickster.
It was at this time that his head decided to join the rest of his body and sank into the face of the stone.
A bright light signaled the end of the transformation. All that was left of Sesshomaru was a stone block barely 3 ft. tall.
Anything that resembled him was no longer, except for a single one of his eyes peering toward the heavens and the brightly-lit moon.
Jaken stared in awe at the old man's feat and with horrorat his master's demise. The audacity of the situation empowered Jaken to blindly launch a counterattack against the half-dead murderer with the Staff of Skulls. But before the imp could even swallow the lump in his throat and attack, the mysterious demon had disappeared into the woods.
***
Basoni grasped his chest. He crawled into the depths of the trees, then straightened. Basoni bent down and from the bushes pulled out a white baboon skin.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from InuYasha.
Strange Interlude
Prologue
&n bsp; An eerie fog crept through the trees and shrubs of a dark forest. The noises of the night rejoiced the cool breeze and the warm yellow moon, but this nocturnal serenade was soon interrupted by the light crunching of leaves. As the crunching became louder, the forest began to hear voices.
"...forest is approxiamately 12.4 kilometers from the village of your brother. Oh! Lord Sesshomaru, have you heard?
InuYasha is dead!"
It was a small green imp who said this. A larger, ill-defined demon walked next to him
The taller demon's eyes narrowed at the mention at this name, as if it held some signifigance. A strange light glinted in his eyes, "Explain."
The little imp responded, "A priestess pinned that worthless brother of yours to a tree using only an arrow".
The demonic duo crossed into a clearing, and the golden moonlight washed over them. The regal demon called
Sesshomaru looked up at the near-full moon, his amber eyes gazing over its fullness and size. "And it killed him?" he asked his humble vassal.
"Yes," Jaken nodded. He thought a moment, then looked up at his master's inattentive eyes. "Well," he began,"not exactly. InuYasha's heart no longer beats, but his flesh and body remain intact."
&nbs p; "Interesting," responded the silver-haired demon. "It seems that I have no need to kill him now that a human has already done it." Sesshomaru slowly turned his gaze north toward the village of his late brother. Could he sense InuYasha's body, frozen in time?
There was a flash of white from behind the bushes. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes still further, immediately snapping his head in the direction of the disturbance.
"True. You no longer have the need," came a voice from behind him, "because I am the one who killed him."
Sesshomaru whirled around. There stood an old human. He held one hand behind his curled back, using the other to stroke his long white beard.
How dare a human approach him! Sesshomaru thought, but one whiff from the air told him the truth. He was not human.
"And who are you?" Sesshomaru questioned.
"I," spoke the elderly-looking demon, "am Basoni the Old. And I have done as you've wished and deposed of that troublesome half-demon for you. Now what will you pay me in return for my services?"
"You?" Sesshomaru scoffed. "From what I understand it was a young priestess who killed the hanyou."
"Ah yes. It was her hands that smote him, but I am the one who willed those same hands to kill."
"You have done me no great favor. All you have managed to do is kill an irritating mosquito. You and I never had contract. Now leave."
The demon called Basoni lowered his head to reveal to Sesshomaru his reddened eyes: "I am not to be paid for my service then? Well, if not in gold or land, I will still need something for payment." Basoni pretended to think. "Let's see...if you are unwiling to pay with currency or goods, how about paying with your life?"
"Was that a challenge?"
The old man grinned, and with a frightening smile, brought himself upright. His crooked back cracked with every straightenng vertabrae, and his frail appearance quickly turned to that of a frightening opponent. His hair, once gray and dull now fierce and black, undulated all around him.
But Sesshomaru would not give a reaction; he found it too obvious that this "old demon" was a shapeshifter. After this lack of response from the noble Lord of the West, the creature Basoni launched his attack. With punches and swipes the reckless foe attacked Sesshomaru, but the latter only stepped backward with every lunge. Jaken, the impish vassal shrieked and quickly ran behind the trees, peaking over a low branch to watch the fast-paced battle. Sesshomaru continued to dodge the red-eyed demon, who frantically lunged and slashed with his dagger-like hands.
Sesshomaru sighed. This was annoying and a waste of time. Sesshomaru's eyes took on a fiery glint as he changed strategies. His feet touched lightly to the ground and pushed off toward the shapeshifting fiend. Sesshomaru's right hand glowed bright and golden with energy. The light elongated and Basoni was struck in the chest. Knocked back with blood coming from his mouth, the young-again demon fell crouched to the ground. Sesshomaru smirked and leapt int othe air to finish him off.
Sputtering blood, Basoni quickly uttered a spell that froze Sesshomaru in mid-attack.
The beaten demon rose as if all his injuries had disappeared. He smiled wickedly, "You really thought you could beat me?"
Sesshomaru stared coldly until he too smiled wickedly, "But I have won," he assured Basoni.
Suddenly a bright red line appeared across Basoni's chest. The cut burst open and blood gushed from him. He fell again to his knees and was breathing very heavily; it became apparent that he would soon die.
Basoni yelled in rage and began to mutter another spell. The spell was long and fast, and Sesshomaru, still frozen, could do nothing to get away.
When he was finished, he locked eyes with Sesshomaru, "Now it is I who has won."
Sesshomaru then felt a strange numbness in his foot. He tried to shake it off, but paralysis prevented him from moving his foot. Sesshomaru felt the tingling sensation continue to travel up his legs. He looked down at them the best he could and found that the numb feeling was actually his body turning to stone.
Basoni began to laugh a horribly wicked laugh. As flesh and bone turned to denser stone, those body parts began to compact upon each other. Sesshomaru's arms, sash, armor, and stoll were flattened as his stone body melted into a short stone block.
Sesshomaru tilted what was left of his head upward to take one last look at the starry sky. It angered him so much that he had fallen under this spell and would never again see the night, that Sesshomaru swore revenge on the foul trickster.
It was at this time that his head decided to join the rest of his body and sank into the face of the stone.
A bright light signaled the end of the transformation. All that was left of Sesshomaru was a stone block barely 3 ft. tall.
Anything that resembled him was no longer, except for a single one of his eyes peering toward the heavens and the brightly-lit moon.
Jaken stared in awe at the old man's feat and with horrorat his master's demise. The audacity of the situation empowered Jaken to blindly launch a counterattack against the half-dead murderer with the Staff of Skulls. But before the imp could even swallow the lump in his throat and attack, the mysterious demon had disappeared into the woods.
***
Basoni grasped his chest. He crawled into the depths of the trees, then straightened. Basoni bent down and from the bushes pulled out a white baboon skin.