InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cursed And The Damned Walk Hand In Hand ❯ Chapter 1
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By: AmberAutopsy 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2013 | Updated On: 08.15.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 226 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2013 | Updated On: 08.15.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 226 | Status: Work In Progress
You there." a voice said from above me, groaning inwardly I looked up from my book and up into a disturbingly gorgeous face. Trying to keep my jaw from unrolling to the floor like in old 'Looney Tunes' cartoon, I pulled one of my ear buds out of my ear and swallowed.
"Yeah?" I asked, taking in his royal stance and posture. He seemed to exude so much confidence and dominance I could almost taste it, I feeling myself shrink into my seat as the beast inside me struggled to summit.
"Do you by chance know where this is?" he asked, pulling the white furs he wore tighter around him as the harsh December winds howled through the long narrow subway tunnel behind him.
"Uhh..." I said, raising an eyebrow at him, thoroughly confused. "Your in New York..."I pointed up at the sign that hung over the stairs. "Manhattan."
"Ohhhh..." another voice suddenly said near to the ground. I looked down and saw an over grown frog with a large walking staff cowering behind one of the mans legs. His ugly green face turned up to the man. "Master...We appear to be lost..."
I felt my eyes nearly bug out if my head as I took in the small, ugly creature.
'What the hell-'
"Do you perhaps know where any shrines are in this place?" the man asked,interrupting my shock as he waved the small creature silent. I scratched my head through my cap and shrugged.
"M-maybe in China town..." I said, pointing to the track behind me. "You take the 45 route and get off when the conductor says your stop."
"Would you take this Sesshomaru to this place?" he asked, stunning me into an unexpected silence.
"Uhm..." I said, switching my book between hands a few times before putting back into my tattered messenger bag. "O-Okay..." I agreed, thinking it would keep me out of the cold for awhile at least. Standing up, I pulled my bag over my shoulders and looked up at him. He towered over me, and I was no shorty. "Do you have any money?"
He looked at me with an indifferent expression. "What is this 'Money'?" Biting my lip, I looked down at the little frog still cowering behind his legs.
"I guess its my treat." I mumbled, turning on a heel and walking over to the ticket desk, and switching out my original ticket I got two tickets for the 45 route, straight to China Town.
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'This was a very strange Girl.' the Lord Sesshomaru thought to himself as he followed her to this odd contraption with bars that blocked you from passing further. He watched in amazement as she place a piece of pink colored parchment into the contraption and heard it whirl to life, stepping forward the bars started turning as her thighs pushed against them, jerking to a stop once she had passed through. Waving him over, He picked up Jaken and stepped forward when it whirled to life again, gazing in wonderment. When he set Jaken back down onto the cold floor he saw the girl smiling at him. Before he could speak she whirled around, her scent, carried on the harsh wind as it blew, hit his nose at pull force, causing him to scowl.
She didn`t have the sent of a Human...nor did she smell of a Demon, but yet very familiar. Following behind, he examined her. She wore a long black coat of some sort that tied at the waist, and around her legs were a blue type of fabric that molded to her like a second skin. He watched how she moved, she carried herself like a young boy.
Confident, reckless, unashamed.
She came to a stop and he was snapped from his observations when she whirled around, standing dangerously close to the deep drop off. So close that he thought if a strong enough wind came would go flying over.
"Your not from around here are you?" she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Looking down at her he measured his reply, unsure of what to tell her.
"No...I`m from the West..." he said, his voice halting and unsure. Her eyes widened.
"The west coast?" her voice sounded impressed. "What are you doing all the way over here then?"
"We are in search for a special ornament." Jaken piped up, jumping up onto one of the plastic green chairs to escape the freezing floor. "Though I don`t see why that`s any of your concern." Sesshomaru bopped Jaken on the head for his rudeness to their guide, he looked back up at her, expecting anger, but instead found her smiling.
"Your right." she said and put her hands in her pockets. "It is none of my business." Turning her head she glanced down the dark tunnel.
Sesshomaru scowled.
How could she be so uncaring after being insulted by somebody beneath her.
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I felt the back of my neck prickle, as the bitter wind blew around me. I shoved my hands into my pockets, knowing that the goose bumps that suddenly covered my arms were not from the arctic temperature fanning around me, whipping my hair painfully against my reddened skin.
It was from the eyes I felt boring into my back.
I cleared my throat and turned, catching his golden eyes right before they snapped away, looking down the tunnel curiously from where he was seated. I felt myself scowl as I turned my eyes away as well, looking down at my dirty was something weird about this guy.
And not just the fact that he walked around with a big talking frog man.
There was something else.
He smelled familiar, his scent was slightly familiar, but still very foreign as it stung my nose, making my eyes tear up.
I was almost certain he was not like me...no. I was VERY certain he was not like me.
He was something worse.
Something more dangerous.
My eyes widen for a split second before sliding back over to the strange man.
He smelled like death and dirt.
'But still...' I felt my eyes narrow. But still there was something under all the rot and demise, something sweet. The sickeningly sweet smell of honey and brown sugar reached my nose, making a pulse of realization rock my body, my breath leaving my lungs with a low gust.
Immortality.
I shook my head as I turned my head back towards the tunnel, popping back in my ear buds and letting the loud music calm my racing thoughts.
What the hell was he.
My hands clenched in my pockets as I made up my mind.
As soon as we reached a shrine and I fulfilled the promise I had made to him I was leaving.
Whatever he was I wasn`t going to find out, because as the floor started to quake under my feet a dark understanding came over me.
What ever he may be...I might not be strong enough.
I might very well die tonight.
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"Yeah?" I asked, taking in his royal stance and posture. He seemed to exude so much confidence and dominance I could almost taste it, I feeling myself shrink into my seat as the beast inside me struggled to summit.
"Do you by chance know where this is?" he asked, pulling the white furs he wore tighter around him as the harsh December winds howled through the long narrow subway tunnel behind him.
"Uhh..." I said, raising an eyebrow at him, thoroughly confused. "Your in New York..."I pointed up at the sign that hung over the stairs. "Manhattan."
"Ohhhh..." another voice suddenly said near to the ground. I looked down and saw an over grown frog with a large walking staff cowering behind one of the mans legs. His ugly green face turned up to the man. "Master...We appear to be lost..."
I felt my eyes nearly bug out if my head as I took in the small, ugly creature.
'What the hell-'
"Do you perhaps know where any shrines are in this place?" the man asked,interrupting my shock as he waved the small creature silent. I scratched my head through my cap and shrugged.
"M-maybe in China town..." I said, pointing to the track behind me. "You take the 45 route and get off when the conductor says your stop."
"Would you take this Sesshomaru to this place?" he asked, stunning me into an unexpected silence.
"Uhm..." I said, switching my book between hands a few times before putting back into my tattered messenger bag. "O-Okay..." I agreed, thinking it would keep me out of the cold for awhile at least. Standing up, I pulled my bag over my shoulders and looked up at him. He towered over me, and I was no shorty. "Do you have any money?"
He looked at me with an indifferent expression. "What is this 'Money'?" Biting my lip, I looked down at the little frog still cowering behind his legs.
"I guess its my treat." I mumbled, turning on a heel and walking over to the ticket desk, and switching out my original ticket I got two tickets for the 45 route, straight to China Town.
XXXXXXXXXXXX
'This was a very strange Girl.' the Lord Sesshomaru thought to himself as he followed her to this odd contraption with bars that blocked you from passing further. He watched in amazement as she place a piece of pink colored parchment into the contraption and heard it whirl to life, stepping forward the bars started turning as her thighs pushed against them, jerking to a stop once she had passed through. Waving him over, He picked up Jaken and stepped forward when it whirled to life again, gazing in wonderment. When he set Jaken back down onto the cold floor he saw the girl smiling at him. Before he could speak she whirled around, her scent, carried on the harsh wind as it blew, hit his nose at pull force, causing him to scowl.
She didn`t have the sent of a Human...nor did she smell of a Demon, but yet very familiar. Following behind, he examined her. She wore a long black coat of some sort that tied at the waist, and around her legs were a blue type of fabric that molded to her like a second skin. He watched how she moved, she carried herself like a young boy.
Confident, reckless, unashamed.
She came to a stop and he was snapped from his observations when she whirled around, standing dangerously close to the deep drop off. So close that he thought if a strong enough wind came would go flying over.
"Your not from around here are you?" she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Looking down at her he measured his reply, unsure of what to tell her.
"No...I`m from the West..." he said, his voice halting and unsure. Her eyes widened.
"The west coast?" her voice sounded impressed. "What are you doing all the way over here then?"
"We are in search for a special ornament." Jaken piped up, jumping up onto one of the plastic green chairs to escape the freezing floor. "Though I don`t see why that`s any of your concern." Sesshomaru bopped Jaken on the head for his rudeness to their guide, he looked back up at her, expecting anger, but instead found her smiling.
"Your right." she said and put her hands in her pockets. "It is none of my business." Turning her head she glanced down the dark tunnel.
Sesshomaru scowled.
How could she be so uncaring after being insulted by somebody beneath her.
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I felt the back of my neck prickle, as the bitter wind blew around me. I shoved my hands into my pockets, knowing that the goose bumps that suddenly covered my arms were not from the arctic temperature fanning around me, whipping my hair painfully against my reddened skin.
It was from the eyes I felt boring into my back.
I cleared my throat and turned, catching his golden eyes right before they snapped away, looking down the tunnel curiously from where he was seated. I felt myself scowl as I turned my eyes away as well, looking down at my dirty was something weird about this guy.
And not just the fact that he walked around with a big talking frog man.
There was something else.
He smelled familiar, his scent was slightly familiar, but still very foreign as it stung my nose, making my eyes tear up.
I was almost certain he was not like me...no. I was VERY certain he was not like me.
He was something worse.
Something more dangerous.
My eyes widen for a split second before sliding back over to the strange man.
He smelled like death and dirt.
'But still...' I felt my eyes narrow. But still there was something under all the rot and demise, something sweet. The sickeningly sweet smell of honey and brown sugar reached my nose, making a pulse of realization rock my body, my breath leaving my lungs with a low gust.
Immortality.
I shook my head as I turned my head back towards the tunnel, popping back in my ear buds and letting the loud music calm my racing thoughts.
What the hell was he.
My hands clenched in my pockets as I made up my mind.
As soon as we reached a shrine and I fulfilled the promise I had made to him I was leaving.
Whatever he was I wasn`t going to find out, because as the floor started to quake under my feet a dark understanding came over me.
What ever he may be...I might not be strong enough.
I might very well die tonight.
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