InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Face that Charmed 1000 Beasts ❯ Searching ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Kita-chan 
Thus begins the search for the missing princess
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2010 | Updated On: 06.18.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 211 | Status: Work In Progress
Thus begins the search for the missing princess
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2010 | Updated On: 06.18.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 211 | Status: Work In Progress
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The Face That Charmed 1000 Beasts
Chapter 3- Searching
Lady Suiki was known in her village as the wise one. She was the village midwife and unspoken authority when it came to her small village. The villagers respected her because of her famed spiritual powers, and though Lady Suiki had no more spiritual power than a common rodent, she went along with the rumors, because the title had been passed down through each generation of her family since before she could remember. Her entire family were blessed with some form of spiritual awareness, so matter not that she could not differentiate the difference between a youkai and a human. At nearly 78 years of age Lady Suiki was just lucky to still be living, she knew that her grandchildren, the selfish imps, were waiting for her to pass away so that they could rightfully take over her title. They quipped about her weaknesses behind her back, as they showed off with their fancy magicks, not that Lady Suiki cared, she had, in her many years, come to accept the fact that the god's had skipped over her when handing out the magick that had lived in her family line throughout history. This did not make Lady Suiki a bitter woman, though her close relatives deemed to call her that behind her back, no she was not bitter but instead she liked to think of herself as shrewd in the best sense of the word. She was a good judge of people and situations, and as she sat rocking in her rocking chair at the front of her hut on the second day of the third century since the great youkai wars she could see, through the thin veil of dust that drifted in the air, that the two strangers striding up to her hut were of a most important sort, and therefore of most important business.
"What can I get yer for?" The woman asked, her limply hanging gray hair clung to the perspiring skin of her saggy cheeks and a perpetual scowl frozen on her tanned skin.
The two strangers stopped in front of her and bowed low. They were handsome strangers that Lady Suiki, even with cataracts in both eyes, could plainly notice. The woman was of the tall type, not overly muscular, but not demure in the slightest. Her long pin straight black hair was left long flowing down her back, and her dark brown eyes were all the more enhanced with a green eye paint. She wore a white and pink kimono and had a strange cat at her side.
A nekomata, Lady Suiki summarized having been told of the strange creatures in her younger years, but never having seen one in person.
The man appeared to be a traveling monk, dressed in expensive, deep purple robes and carrying a golden staff. He had a gentle air about him, but cunning. With intelligent deep colored eyes and Lady Suiki in her old age could not tell whether they were a deep purple or an almost black-brown.
"What can I get yer for?" She repeated, suspiciously eyeing the new comers, her town was not one to easily accept new additions, whether passerby or not.
"We are simply looking around, we have heard of a rogue youkai wandering these parts, and as you are the wise lady of the village, we deemed it appropriate to question whether you have felt any ominous presence?" The man stated a relaxed smile playing on his face.
Lady Suiki looked past them staring out at the dirt road. "I haven't felt no presences," she snapped.
"You wouldn't now would you grandma?" A young boy asked stepping out from the hut, he was no older than 11 with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Lady Suiki sneered.
"Shuichi I done tol' yer to stay in there," She stated, craning her head over her shoulder to glare at her second youngest grandchild. The boy leaned up against the hut and dusted off his once white shirt, dyed brown from filth.
He ignored his grandmother and smiled at the newcomers.
"I felt a presence last night," he said.
Lady Suiki sighed and settled back into her seat, there was no more she could do, except remain quiet to salvage her pride.
"It wasn't huge it was almost non existent but it was of a dark power, I haven't ever felt anything like it, but it was about the size of grandma here so I didn't think too much of it." The young boy said shrugging.
Lady Suiki noticed how the woman nudged the man at her side before bowing. "Thank you so much for your information, what you have told us is more than useful." the woman gushed. And as they turned to walk away Lady Suiki resumed her rocking, wondering just what mess was up to now.
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Kagome awoke with a stiff neck, empty stomach, and pounding headache. The youkai from her nightmares were no where to be seen, and she let herself a few moments of solace, she somehow knew he wasn't gone so did not dare give herself a reason to hope.
"Here," a voice spoke gruffly as an apple was dropped at her feet.
Kagome looked up at the retreating figure of the youkai as he sat down against a tree and looked off in the distance.
What is it with him, she wondered. How could someone be so aloof and solitary without feeling the sharp cold bites of loneliness.
"Thanks I was starving," she said sincerely grateful for the food. Even though she was still not over the situation he had put her in she did acknowledge the fact that he did not have to go through the trouble of finding her food. She wondered if it was from some mistaken sense of honor or if he was worried about going through the trouble of kidnapping her just to have her drop dead. No matter the reason she was grateful.
"So," she started after finishing her apple, "why did you decide to kidnap me anyway?"
She knew he probably wouldn't answer and so she was pleasantly surprised when moments later he trained his cold amber eyes upon her.
"I am in need of your services." He said.
If Kagome was any less innocent she would have no doubt taking his comment out of context, ignoring the blush that had spread over her cheeks she nodded.
"Alright what service?" she asked reaching up a hand to tug through her tangled locks. The only problem with having such wavy hair was that it needed to be brushed nightly or she faced the risk of waking up with one large knot of hair positioned atop her head.
Her captor had clearly used up his speaking quota for the day and merely turned away. They sat in silence as the sun steadily rose, and Kagome resisted the urge to stretch her sore limbs, apparently being man handled could cause sore aching muscles.
"Hn you are in need of washing," he stated suddenly his eyes piercing her own, and from in that moment Kagome inwardly cursed the youkai for being so handsome as she would have surely expressed her indignation if it weren't for his eyes so firmly locked upon her own.
"Hn come," he stated and rose once more.
She rose and followed him through the forest. "You know I am not an animal, if you want for me to do something, you should ask, and I have a name-it's Higurashi, Kagome. Higurashi being the name of my hou-," she paused in her rant as the youkai froze suddenly and turned to her. She fought the urge to shrink from fear and raised her chin slightly. The youkai stared for a few moments before he gave an imperceptible nod. "The hotspring is through that thicket of trees, if you wish to wash the scent of dirt from your person you may do so, but I will not tolerate your stench while we travel." He spoke barely distinguishing his ultimatum behind what seemed like a suggestion.
Kagome nodded and smugly marched past him in the direction he indicated.
"See was that so hard?" she teased, and it was not until she had stripped herself of her filthy kimono, and submerged herself underwater that she realized that she had been tricked, by an arrogant youkai no less.
However she quickly shrugged off that fact and scrubbed herself down, she had found a thicket of honeysuckle bushes and had quickly gathered a multitude of the sweetly smelling blossoms and, through a trick taught to her by Kikyo, had created somewhat of a perfume. Humming to herself happily she gathered up her kimono and scrubbed it of all dirt and smudges and hung it up on a tree so that the sunlight and wind could dry it. She was unaware of the golden eyes trained in her direction as she frolicked in the warm water like a child, and relaxed away her pain.
When her fingers began to prune she eased herself out of the water and, with no other choice, shook herself dry, missing the curious look of the youkai as the girl behaved very much in the way one of his own would after bathing. She ran her hands through her now tangle free locks and quickly braided it in a thick braid that laid over her left shoulder. She dabbed on her scented concoction and reluctantly donned her kimono. She was unaware of the way the sunlight lit upon her midnight black hair making the water droplets shine like little diamonds, and she was unaware of the effect they had on the youkai as he glared at her and turned away.
He was standing in that same position with his back to her when she returned and she subconsciously rolled her eyes.
She waited patiently for him to acknowledge her or speak. When it seemed that he was going to do neither she had just about decided to give him a piece of her mind when he lifted his nose in the air and then strode off towards the south.
Kagome followed behind him quietly, enjoying being clean, and the beauty of the forest. She had never been outside of the Higurashi lands and never in any forest beside that one time with Mayu.
And look we're that got me, she thought dryly as she turned to study the rigidly straight form of the youkai.
She could not deny that he was unearthly beautiful, even that is not saying enough, he was like an angel, a fallen angel.
She shook her head, it was of no use to get caught up in his looks. After all beauty is all artificial, she would no. People regarded her as beautiful, but they did not know of which she thought. They did not know of how she loved to ride the horses in the stables, or how she would heal each of her fathers men, nor of how she would stay up late and help her father answer all of his paperwork, or how she loved her little brother. They knew of only her appearance, so how could they remark of her as beautiful when they did not know of true beauty?
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The Face That Charmed 1000 Beasts
Chapter 3- Searching
Lady Suiki was known in her village as the wise one. She was the village midwife and unspoken authority when it came to her small village. The villagers respected her because of her famed spiritual powers, and though Lady Suiki had no more spiritual power than a common rodent, she went along with the rumors, because the title had been passed down through each generation of her family since before she could remember. Her entire family were blessed with some form of spiritual awareness, so matter not that she could not differentiate the difference between a youkai and a human. At nearly 78 years of age Lady Suiki was just lucky to still be living, she knew that her grandchildren, the selfish imps, were waiting for her to pass away so that they could rightfully take over her title. They quipped about her weaknesses behind her back, as they showed off with their fancy magicks, not that Lady Suiki cared, she had, in her many years, come to accept the fact that the god's had skipped over her when handing out the magick that had lived in her family line throughout history. This did not make Lady Suiki a bitter woman, though her close relatives deemed to call her that behind her back, no she was not bitter but instead she liked to think of herself as shrewd in the best sense of the word. She was a good judge of people and situations, and as she sat rocking in her rocking chair at the front of her hut on the second day of the third century since the great youkai wars she could see, through the thin veil of dust that drifted in the air, that the two strangers striding up to her hut were of a most important sort, and therefore of most important business.
"What can I get yer for?" The woman asked, her limply hanging gray hair clung to the perspiring skin of her saggy cheeks and a perpetual scowl frozen on her tanned skin.
The two strangers stopped in front of her and bowed low. They were handsome strangers that Lady Suiki, even with cataracts in both eyes, could plainly notice. The woman was of the tall type, not overly muscular, but not demure in the slightest. Her long pin straight black hair was left long flowing down her back, and her dark brown eyes were all the more enhanced with a green eye paint. She wore a white and pink kimono and had a strange cat at her side.
A nekomata, Lady Suiki summarized having been told of the strange creatures in her younger years, but never having seen one in person.
The man appeared to be a traveling monk, dressed in expensive, deep purple robes and carrying a golden staff. He had a gentle air about him, but cunning. With intelligent deep colored eyes and Lady Suiki in her old age could not tell whether they were a deep purple or an almost black-brown.
"What can I get yer for?" She repeated, suspiciously eyeing the new comers, her town was not one to easily accept new additions, whether passerby or not.
"We are simply looking around, we have heard of a rogue youkai wandering these parts, and as you are the wise lady of the village, we deemed it appropriate to question whether you have felt any ominous presence?" The man stated a relaxed smile playing on his face.
Lady Suiki looked past them staring out at the dirt road. "I haven't felt no presences," she snapped.
"You wouldn't now would you grandma?" A young boy asked stepping out from the hut, he was no older than 11 with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Lady Suiki sneered.
"Shuichi I done tol' yer to stay in there," She stated, craning her head over her shoulder to glare at her second youngest grandchild. The boy leaned up against the hut and dusted off his once white shirt, dyed brown from filth.
He ignored his grandmother and smiled at the newcomers.
"I felt a presence last night," he said.
Lady Suiki sighed and settled back into her seat, there was no more she could do, except remain quiet to salvage her pride.
"It wasn't huge it was almost non existent but it was of a dark power, I haven't ever felt anything like it, but it was about the size of grandma here so I didn't think too much of it." The young boy said shrugging.
Lady Suiki noticed how the woman nudged the man at her side before bowing. "Thank you so much for your information, what you have told us is more than useful." the woman gushed. And as they turned to walk away Lady Suiki resumed her rocking, wondering just what mess was up to now.
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Kagome awoke with a stiff neck, empty stomach, and pounding headache. The youkai from her nightmares were no where to be seen, and she let herself a few moments of solace, she somehow knew he wasn't gone so did not dare give herself a reason to hope.
"Here," a voice spoke gruffly as an apple was dropped at her feet.
Kagome looked up at the retreating figure of the youkai as he sat down against a tree and looked off in the distance.
What is it with him, she wondered. How could someone be so aloof and solitary without feeling the sharp cold bites of loneliness.
"Thanks I was starving," she said sincerely grateful for the food. Even though she was still not over the situation he had put her in she did acknowledge the fact that he did not have to go through the trouble of finding her food. She wondered if it was from some mistaken sense of honor or if he was worried about going through the trouble of kidnapping her just to have her drop dead. No matter the reason she was grateful.
"So," she started after finishing her apple, "why did you decide to kidnap me anyway?"
She knew he probably wouldn't answer and so she was pleasantly surprised when moments later he trained his cold amber eyes upon her.
"I am in need of your services." He said.
If Kagome was any less innocent she would have no doubt taking his comment out of context, ignoring the blush that had spread over her cheeks she nodded.
"Alright what service?" she asked reaching up a hand to tug through her tangled locks. The only problem with having such wavy hair was that it needed to be brushed nightly or she faced the risk of waking up with one large knot of hair positioned atop her head.
Her captor had clearly used up his speaking quota for the day and merely turned away. They sat in silence as the sun steadily rose, and Kagome resisted the urge to stretch her sore limbs, apparently being man handled could cause sore aching muscles.
"Hn you are in need of washing," he stated suddenly his eyes piercing her own, and from in that moment Kagome inwardly cursed the youkai for being so handsome as she would have surely expressed her indignation if it weren't for his eyes so firmly locked upon her own.
"Hn come," he stated and rose once more.
She rose and followed him through the forest. "You know I am not an animal, if you want for me to do something, you should ask, and I have a name-it's Higurashi, Kagome. Higurashi being the name of my hou-," she paused in her rant as the youkai froze suddenly and turned to her. She fought the urge to shrink from fear and raised her chin slightly. The youkai stared for a few moments before he gave an imperceptible nod. "The hotspring is through that thicket of trees, if you wish to wash the scent of dirt from your person you may do so, but I will not tolerate your stench while we travel." He spoke barely distinguishing his ultimatum behind what seemed like a suggestion.
Kagome nodded and smugly marched past him in the direction he indicated.
"See was that so hard?" she teased, and it was not until she had stripped herself of her filthy kimono, and submerged herself underwater that she realized that she had been tricked, by an arrogant youkai no less.
However she quickly shrugged off that fact and scrubbed herself down, she had found a thicket of honeysuckle bushes and had quickly gathered a multitude of the sweetly smelling blossoms and, through a trick taught to her by Kikyo, had created somewhat of a perfume. Humming to herself happily she gathered up her kimono and scrubbed it of all dirt and smudges and hung it up on a tree so that the sunlight and wind could dry it. She was unaware of the golden eyes trained in her direction as she frolicked in the warm water like a child, and relaxed away her pain.
When her fingers began to prune she eased herself out of the water and, with no other choice, shook herself dry, missing the curious look of the youkai as the girl behaved very much in the way one of his own would after bathing. She ran her hands through her now tangle free locks and quickly braided it in a thick braid that laid over her left shoulder. She dabbed on her scented concoction and reluctantly donned her kimono. She was unaware of the way the sunlight lit upon her midnight black hair making the water droplets shine like little diamonds, and she was unaware of the effect they had on the youkai as he glared at her and turned away.
He was standing in that same position with his back to her when she returned and she subconsciously rolled her eyes.
She waited patiently for him to acknowledge her or speak. When it seemed that he was going to do neither she had just about decided to give him a piece of her mind when he lifted his nose in the air and then strode off towards the south.
Kagome followed behind him quietly, enjoying being clean, and the beauty of the forest. She had never been outside of the Higurashi lands and never in any forest beside that one time with Mayu.
And look we're that got me, she thought dryly as she turned to study the rigidly straight form of the youkai.
She could not deny that he was unearthly beautiful, even that is not saying enough, he was like an angel, a fallen angel.
She shook her head, it was of no use to get caught up in his looks. After all beauty is all artificial, she would no. People regarded her as beautiful, but they did not know of which she thought. They did not know of how she loved to ride the horses in the stables, or how she would heal each of her fathers men, nor of how she would stay up late and help her father answer all of his paperwork, or how she loved her little brother. They knew of only her appearance, so how could they remark of her as beautiful when they did not know of true beauty?