InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Bindings Of Blood ❯ Chapter one:Prolouge ( Chapter 1 )
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By: phoenix_darkness 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Mystery / | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 975 | Status: Work In Progress
click...read..and find out.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Mystery / | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.05.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 975 | Status: Work In Progress
THE BINDING OF BLOOD BY ALKALINE_POET
RATING: ‘T’
GENRA: ACTION/ADVENTURE/MYSTERY/ROMANCE/ CROSSOVER
SUMMERY: with the rise and fall of her lord and the failing of her last awakening she is hell bound not to let the same mistake happen twice. Her soul has been awakened along with the rest to make sure her lord is save. An attack killed their best friend and many more. They believe her lord had something to do with this fore the killers were clad in their royal seal. How our all these people really connected to each other by one man that escaped one of the toughest prisons in all of the world? They have no clue as to why, but with the journey to heal one of them, to complete the jewel and protect her lord and fulfill his wishes and duty to be a death dealer the tapping of the blood stirs more in the opposite direction.
DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN INUYASHA OR HARRY POTTER OR UNDERWORLD. I DO OWN THIS PLOT. ALSO I DON’T OWN ANY SONGS OR SOME OF THE QUOETS USED.
___________________________________________________________________________ __________
CHAPTER ONE: PROLOUGE
Dark is a word an average author would use to describe the concrete jungle known as Tokyo.
The vibrant city of lights and sounds was of not on this day. Rain poured down on top of the concrete and steel rooftops. The gray loom over the city made the area look as if it was grim like cadaver eyes. Cold and horrid almost.
The sky cried.
Breathe in…breath out
Breathe in…breath out
Blood is like water ‘how right they are.’
They say with light comes day and with darkness comes night. They think they know everything my lord. This world has gone threw much chaos without you my lord.
They think they have the definitions of love. Of love, loss, anger, wrath, life and even death.
I for one know the true meaning for each word. I know the meaning for each and everyone because of my reign on earth, I have experienced them all.
Death is not the thought of never breathing air into you lungs again. The thought of the so called after life and reincarnations. Death it’s self is for the immortals to sleep. Death is the internal slumber of our long lives.
Love my lord. A sad smile comes to my lips at the thought. Love my lord is something that cannot be explained.
Loss. I look over my slender shoulder to the ash and ruble of what once was a place I used to call home. I have lost much my lord. My real family. The family I came to claim was my own. You were right my lord. Humans of this day an age are weaker. Weaker in mind. Weaker in spirit.
As I look back on what I said about death. I have lied. The boundaries, which divide life from death, are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins.
My job back then as a simple one.
Hunt them down, kill em all.
My job to this day is the same. Only difference is, is the advancement in weapons.
While in my exile, the race of our enemies did indeed decrease while our race thrived. Much has happen in these last few months my lord.
I have two duties to fulfill now. Completing the jewel and my service to you. My pack and I will not fail you. Not this time.
No one can know of our true nature my lord. At least not yet. I am a death dealer and no one can know…no one.
With these thoughts in mind, she jumps from the top branch in the sacred tree. She packed lightly this time. School uniform long since forgotten her attire was a long gray sleeve turtleneck sweater that stops at the bottom of her hips with a silver diamond cut studded belt around her waist. A pair of dark denim jeans and black boots that zipped up to her knees with a two-inch heel adored her lower half. The clothing hugged her figure like a glove without making her look like a slut.
Her trench coat flapped out and flared around her as she landed on her foot and knee. Standing quickly her hands went to her head as she tied the black bandanna tighter. Taking one last look at what used to be home she sprinted to the well house. Walking inside and closing the door behind her she walked down the wooden steps to the well. She was tempted to jump from where she stand into the well, but decided against it. Walking around the well stroking it almost lovingly with her right hand index finger she jumped suddenly into the well letting the blue white ocean enveloped her like a swimmer in the pool. Time itself slowed as she glided threw the portal of time. Her celleur blue eyes scanned the faces of ghost and spirits as she passed them by. Somewhere nice old souls lost in the rip of time while others where mean and demanding as she swam past them.
‘Time is like the essence of water, pure at first sight but dark and murky when up close’ she mused.
‘It won’t be long my lord ‘my mind whispered
________________________________________________________ _____________________________
(Else where)
“Harry!” a voice of a frighten woman screamed
“Hermione get out of here” was Ron Wesley’s last words as his soul from taken from his being
Hermione’s head turned away not even able to handle the dark scene. Her mind was screaming at her to fight back, but her body was not responding. She trembled as she saw the ghostly figures surround her. She closed her eyes and awaited death.
“No, hermione!” a males voice yelled from a distance
Hermione felt the warmth of a light. The bite on her neck. Then all was black.
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(Some time later)
“Hermione…come now and wake up” a rough voice cut threw the darkness
“Ugh…Har…Harry?” her voice trembled
“No child it’s Hargrid” Hargrid said as he dotted her forehead with a damp cloth
“Where in the bloody hell are Harry and Ron?” Hermione asked, her voice was raspy in desperate need of liquid.
“ Shh child…here drink this” Hargrid said putting a cup of hot tea to her dry cracked lips. She dranked the mix eagerly. The tea stinging the whole way down.
“ Where is Harry and Ron…what happen?” Hermione asked again once she was done drinking the tea. Hargrid stood up and walked over to the sink.
“ Harry is talking to professor Dumbledore” Hargrid said. Hermione nodded her head, her long tangled auburn tresses flopping back and forth. In her eye was the question of Ron and what happen. She groaned slightly in discomfort feeling the soreness in her neck.
“ What happen to me?” she asked, her frail pale white fingers reached for her neck
“ Hermione!” Hargrid warned watching her fingers get closer to the bandage he put on her neck.
“ Please tell me “ Hermione begged
Hargrid looked troubled. His happy and carefree attitude was washed away from his being. In the light his face had darken and glazed over. His eyes were another story though. They showed so much sorrow and pitted that it made Hermione’s stomach turn. She had a feeling that what ever he was going to say was not going to be something she wanted to hear.
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(Else where)
“ Professor Dumbledore---what do we do?” a young man by the name of Harry Potter asked. His face held no emotions while his mind was reeling of sorrow for his friend Ron and hermione. He felt like he should have done more. Maybe if he was there instead of practicing for the big game that was next Saturday he would have saved Ron and prevented this terrible happening of Hermione.
“ There is only one thing we can do Harry---do you remember the young Japanese British woman who was here for the meeting early last month?” an old wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore asked. He was cloaked in his usual snow white and blue outfit. He was passing the length of his office thinking and talking to Harry.
“ Yes---what does she have to do with this?” Harry questioned
“ the attack on the school tonight claimed many life’s--- dementors were not the only creatures to attack us tonight Harry, vampire of a royal seal attacked us also” Dumbledore stated as he looked out of his window that over looked most of the castle…or what was left of the castle. The completely eastern wing was disconnected from the castle. Even though he was a great wizard, it would take time to rebuild the wing.
“ You think she had something to do with this” Harry voiced
“ no, not her personally, I do belief that her lord had something to do with this, how and why I’m not sure of, like I said before Harry those were not random vampires they held the mark of royalty under his crest” Dumbledore said as he walked away from the window and over to his book case. Grabbing a book from the top shelf, he opened it and began speaking once more.
“ Harry, when Hermione is better I need you to fine her, she will give you the answers your looking for, she might possibly help heal Hermione. You’ve heard her story so I will give you the things you need for your trip to the time she fights in. when you get there its left up to you to find her. She is of great importance not only to us, but to the vampires as well. Protect her with your life’s she is a key to saving this world. I’m counting on you Harry” Dumbledore spoke sternly. He wanted to make sure Harry understood the importance of this.
Harry nodded his head taking in all the was spoken. Standing up he walked towards the two large double wooden doors to make an exit. However before he could get to the doors the front of a newspaper article caught his eyes. On the front page screaming and thrashing about was a sickly looking man with tangled medium length black hair. He was dressed in black and white striped jail clothing holding a number plate. As he thrashed back an fourth, an image came to Harry’s mind. He’d seen this man before. He knew he had.
*Image*
A little toddler of only 2 months was sitting in his crib laughing and giggle while he played with the owl teddy in his tiny little hands. Standing over the crib stood three people. Two males and one female. She woman had her hands out ready to pick the child up while the man with short brownish hair pushed her hands back. The man with neat medium length black hair was laughing at them both.
*End Image*
Harry shook his head as he came out of the little flash black. He looked to the professor to see him staring at him. Harry’s cheeks got warm as he looked away and back to the newspaper. Picking it up he turned back to the professor.
“ professor Dumbledore, who is this man, what has he done?” Harry asked holding the newspaper up for him to see. He watched as an unknown emotion flickered across the professors’ face before it was replaced by his normal look.
“ Harry---do not worry about it, go to Hargrid and watch over Hermione and tell Hargrid to come to my office” Dumbledore spoke as calmly as he could muster.
Harry only nodded his head as he walked out the office with the newspaper still in hand. His mind was once again searching for answers. How were all these people tied together and what did he have to do with it? He had a feeling that this man was some how part of it. Wither he helped or not Harry had a strange feeling he was some how connected to this man. Shaking his head once more, he started a run to Hargrid’s place. The night did not feel right. Something else was amiss and his knew it.
‘ poor Ronald I’m going to miss you my friend’
~ori
RATING: ‘T’
GENRA: ACTION/ADVENTURE/MYSTERY/ROMANCE/ CROSSOVER
SUMMERY: with the rise and fall of her lord and the failing of her last awakening she is hell bound not to let the same mistake happen twice. Her soul has been awakened along with the rest to make sure her lord is save. An attack killed their best friend and many more. They believe her lord had something to do with this fore the killers were clad in their royal seal. How our all these people really connected to each other by one man that escaped one of the toughest prisons in all of the world? They have no clue as to why, but with the journey to heal one of them, to complete the jewel and protect her lord and fulfill his wishes and duty to be a death dealer the tapping of the blood stirs more in the opposite direction.
DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN INUYASHA OR HARRY POTTER OR UNDERWORLD. I DO OWN THIS PLOT. ALSO I DON’T OWN ANY SONGS OR SOME OF THE QUOETS USED.
___________________________________________________________________________ __________
CHAPTER ONE: PROLOUGE
Dark is a word an average author would use to describe the concrete jungle known as Tokyo.
The vibrant city of lights and sounds was of not on this day. Rain poured down on top of the concrete and steel rooftops. The gray loom over the city made the area look as if it was grim like cadaver eyes. Cold and horrid almost.
The sky cried.
Breathe in…breath out
Breathe in…breath out
Blood is like water ‘how right they are.’
They say with light comes day and with darkness comes night. They think they know everything my lord. This world has gone threw much chaos without you my lord.
They think they have the definitions of love. Of love, loss, anger, wrath, life and even death.
I for one know the true meaning for each word. I know the meaning for each and everyone because of my reign on earth, I have experienced them all.
Death is not the thought of never breathing air into you lungs again. The thought of the so called after life and reincarnations. Death it’s self is for the immortals to sleep. Death is the internal slumber of our long lives.
Love my lord. A sad smile comes to my lips at the thought. Love my lord is something that cannot be explained.
Loss. I look over my slender shoulder to the ash and ruble of what once was a place I used to call home. I have lost much my lord. My real family. The family I came to claim was my own. You were right my lord. Humans of this day an age are weaker. Weaker in mind. Weaker in spirit.
As I look back on what I said about death. I have lied. The boundaries, which divide life from death, are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins.
My job back then as a simple one.
Hunt them down, kill em all.
My job to this day is the same. Only difference is, is the advancement in weapons.
While in my exile, the race of our enemies did indeed decrease while our race thrived. Much has happen in these last few months my lord.
I have two duties to fulfill now. Completing the jewel and my service to you. My pack and I will not fail you. Not this time.
No one can know of our true nature my lord. At least not yet. I am a death dealer and no one can know…no one.
With these thoughts in mind, she jumps from the top branch in the sacred tree. She packed lightly this time. School uniform long since forgotten her attire was a long gray sleeve turtleneck sweater that stops at the bottom of her hips with a silver diamond cut studded belt around her waist. A pair of dark denim jeans and black boots that zipped up to her knees with a two-inch heel adored her lower half. The clothing hugged her figure like a glove without making her look like a slut.
Her trench coat flapped out and flared around her as she landed on her foot and knee. Standing quickly her hands went to her head as she tied the black bandanna tighter. Taking one last look at what used to be home she sprinted to the well house. Walking inside and closing the door behind her she walked down the wooden steps to the well. She was tempted to jump from where she stand into the well, but decided against it. Walking around the well stroking it almost lovingly with her right hand index finger she jumped suddenly into the well letting the blue white ocean enveloped her like a swimmer in the pool. Time itself slowed as she glided threw the portal of time. Her celleur blue eyes scanned the faces of ghost and spirits as she passed them by. Somewhere nice old souls lost in the rip of time while others where mean and demanding as she swam past them.
‘Time is like the essence of water, pure at first sight but dark and murky when up close’ she mused.
‘It won’t be long my lord ‘my mind whispered
________________________________________________________ _____________________________
(Else where)
“Harry!” a voice of a frighten woman screamed
“Hermione get out of here” was Ron Wesley’s last words as his soul from taken from his being
Hermione’s head turned away not even able to handle the dark scene. Her mind was screaming at her to fight back, but her body was not responding. She trembled as she saw the ghostly figures surround her. She closed her eyes and awaited death.
“No, hermione!” a males voice yelled from a distance
Hermione felt the warmth of a light. The bite on her neck. Then all was black.
________________________________________________________________ _____________________
(Some time later)
“Hermione…come now and wake up” a rough voice cut threw the darkness
“Ugh…Har…Harry?” her voice trembled
“No child it’s Hargrid” Hargrid said as he dotted her forehead with a damp cloth
“Where in the bloody hell are Harry and Ron?” Hermione asked, her voice was raspy in desperate need of liquid.
“ Shh child…here drink this” Hargrid said putting a cup of hot tea to her dry cracked lips. She dranked the mix eagerly. The tea stinging the whole way down.
“ Where is Harry and Ron…what happen?” Hermione asked again once she was done drinking the tea. Hargrid stood up and walked over to the sink.
“ Harry is talking to professor Dumbledore” Hargrid said. Hermione nodded her head, her long tangled auburn tresses flopping back and forth. In her eye was the question of Ron and what happen. She groaned slightly in discomfort feeling the soreness in her neck.
“ What happen to me?” she asked, her frail pale white fingers reached for her neck
“ Hermione!” Hargrid warned watching her fingers get closer to the bandage he put on her neck.
“ Please tell me “ Hermione begged
Hargrid looked troubled. His happy and carefree attitude was washed away from his being. In the light his face had darken and glazed over. His eyes were another story though. They showed so much sorrow and pitted that it made Hermione’s stomach turn. She had a feeling that what ever he was going to say was not going to be something she wanted to hear.
_________________________________________________________________ ____________________
(Else where)
“ Professor Dumbledore---what do we do?” a young man by the name of Harry Potter asked. His face held no emotions while his mind was reeling of sorrow for his friend Ron and hermione. He felt like he should have done more. Maybe if he was there instead of practicing for the big game that was next Saturday he would have saved Ron and prevented this terrible happening of Hermione.
“ There is only one thing we can do Harry---do you remember the young Japanese British woman who was here for the meeting early last month?” an old wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore asked. He was cloaked in his usual snow white and blue outfit. He was passing the length of his office thinking and talking to Harry.
“ Yes---what does she have to do with this?” Harry questioned
“ the attack on the school tonight claimed many life’s--- dementors were not the only creatures to attack us tonight Harry, vampire of a royal seal attacked us also” Dumbledore stated as he looked out of his window that over looked most of the castle…or what was left of the castle. The completely eastern wing was disconnected from the castle. Even though he was a great wizard, it would take time to rebuild the wing.
“ You think she had something to do with this” Harry voiced
“ no, not her personally, I do belief that her lord had something to do with this, how and why I’m not sure of, like I said before Harry those were not random vampires they held the mark of royalty under his crest” Dumbledore said as he walked away from the window and over to his book case. Grabbing a book from the top shelf, he opened it and began speaking once more.
“ Harry, when Hermione is better I need you to fine her, she will give you the answers your looking for, she might possibly help heal Hermione. You’ve heard her story so I will give you the things you need for your trip to the time she fights in. when you get there its left up to you to find her. She is of great importance not only to us, but to the vampires as well. Protect her with your life’s she is a key to saving this world. I’m counting on you Harry” Dumbledore spoke sternly. He wanted to make sure Harry understood the importance of this.
Harry nodded his head taking in all the was spoken. Standing up he walked towards the two large double wooden doors to make an exit. However before he could get to the doors the front of a newspaper article caught his eyes. On the front page screaming and thrashing about was a sickly looking man with tangled medium length black hair. He was dressed in black and white striped jail clothing holding a number plate. As he thrashed back an fourth, an image came to Harry’s mind. He’d seen this man before. He knew he had.
*Image*
A little toddler of only 2 months was sitting in his crib laughing and giggle while he played with the owl teddy in his tiny little hands. Standing over the crib stood three people. Two males and one female. She woman had her hands out ready to pick the child up while the man with short brownish hair pushed her hands back. The man with neat medium length black hair was laughing at them both.
*End Image*
Harry shook his head as he came out of the little flash black. He looked to the professor to see him staring at him. Harry’s cheeks got warm as he looked away and back to the newspaper. Picking it up he turned back to the professor.
“ professor Dumbledore, who is this man, what has he done?” Harry asked holding the newspaper up for him to see. He watched as an unknown emotion flickered across the professors’ face before it was replaced by his normal look.
“ Harry---do not worry about it, go to Hargrid and watch over Hermione and tell Hargrid to come to my office” Dumbledore spoke as calmly as he could muster.
Harry only nodded his head as he walked out the office with the newspaper still in hand. His mind was once again searching for answers. How were all these people tied together and what did he have to do with it? He had a feeling that this man was some how part of it. Wither he helped or not Harry had a strange feeling he was some how connected to this man. Shaking his head once more, he started a run to Hargrid’s place. The night did not feel right. Something else was amiss and his knew it.
‘ poor Ronald I’m going to miss you my friend’
~ori