InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Middle Road ❯ The Undertow/Aidenn ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Ejecta2248586 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.20.2003 | Updated On: 09.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 589 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.20.2003 | Updated On: 09.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 589 | Status: Completed
Don't own Inuyasha, never will.
Inuyasha stumbled through the rugged halls of the granite cathedral in darkness. All around he heard the drip, drip, drip of water pattering off of stalagmites. He was certain he heard something else, something moving. He looked ahead. There! a flicker of light, he was sure of it. It was easy to spot in the inky blackness, a winking candle flickering to him, a lighthouse showing him the way to go. He rushed toward it, and found himself knee-deep in running water. The river. He started to wade across, as far as he could. He lost his footing, his canine swimming ability failing him. As he floundered under the cold water, he felt he was being pulled by the current, drifting in some sub-geological river in some direction he could not pinpoint. The undertow pushed and pulled from all sides, it seemed to him, and he was totally disoriented.
"Guys! Hurry up!" Kagome called back to her companions down the road, who were resting against some rocks. "I don't understand it," said Sango, exhausted "she's blind, heartbroken, and has no idea where we're going, yet she has more stamina than us." "More willpower, perhaps." the monk suggested "Such tenacity. How do suppose she's doing it, Sango-sama?" Sango whacked him on the head with her oversized boomerang "Idiot. Can't you see she loves Inuyasha?" "Of course I can." he said with fiegned confidence "I just meant that she should stop worrying about Inuyasha so much and rest. Inuyasha can take care of himself." "I'm tired." the kitsune plopped down on the ground at their feet. "You can ride on Kirara, Shippou." she bent down to his level and patted him gently on his head. "Guys!"
He awoke. He inhaled deeply, his eyes still closed. There was a multitude of perfumes pouring into his senses. There were the flowers. Oh, the flowers! Their sweet nectar permeated the wind with the winsome perfume of spring, their beauty evident without turning an eye toward them. There was also the grass. Growing beneath him, it danced a terpsichore with the whistling wind and the chattering, babbling brook as its blithe chorus which seemed to brim over with levity. A lovely, tangy smell that enchanted his thoughts. Then there was the wind. Its cool, comforting embrace brushed gently against his face, tugging his lips upward slightly into a satisfied smile as he sighed in comfort. Then he remembered.
He opened his ears. To his right he overheard the solemn gossip of the chitchatting current that emanated from the gurgling brook. He heard the whisper of the wind and the creak of the trees as it passed through their branches. Its waxen green canopy tottering lazily to the left, back to the right, to the left, to the right, to the left, right, left, right, left...
The next sound he heard was the twittering chorus of the birds as they perched on their branches, their cheerful songs intermingling as waves in the cloudless, azure sky. Their intonations were full of frivolity. He slowly opened his eyes. Above him was the cornflower blue atmosphere, its painted canvas dotted with creamy white clouds- nomadic, puffy marshmallows drifting across his panoramic view; below him was the grass, damp with recent rain, and soft with fertile soil. Sitting up, he noticed the stand of dense pines to the west, the sun hovering at its zenith directly above, and the babbling, gurgling, chattering brook to the east.
He stood, on shaky legs, and peered across the countryside. In the distance a range of lofty mountains peeked over the forest, their snow capped crowns winking in his direction. A field of tall grasses, a steep hill beyond, and pink tinted chimneys of granite at its acme. That would be his first destination, he thought, there could be some clue there as to how he got here.
He marched in step with the oscillating grasses around him. The thin shoots a strangely comforting shade of brown. They were capped each with fuzzy tails, that tickled his hand when he fingered them as he walked. He exhaled sharply, an enthusiastic sigh of sadness that was carried away on the gentle breeze, to be whispered quietly to some anonymous passerby. Unusually energetic, he trekked to the top of the hill, to the granite monoliths that stood there, as sentinels guarding some hidden doorway, some grand secret. He felt no fatigue as he reached the hill's top. Circling around the stone formations he looked at them with curiosity, they looked queerly man-made. Though covered in cushioning moss, he could make out some symbols, unintelligible to him.
He looked out again over the continuing country. An entirely separate world from the place he just left. Directly ahead was a large lake, or sea, extending out, disapearing on the horizen. He looked to the valley below, gasping slightly when he saw a magnificent structure, made from wood and stone, in a large rectangle shape. He started climbing down toward it, the dark speck profaning the lush green meadows. Smoke rose out of the center of the strange structure.
Inuyasha stumbled through the rugged halls of the granite cathedral in darkness. All around he heard the drip, drip, drip of water pattering off of stalagmites. He was certain he heard something else, something moving. He looked ahead. There! a flicker of light, he was sure of it. It was easy to spot in the inky blackness, a winking candle flickering to him, a lighthouse showing him the way to go. He rushed toward it, and found himself knee-deep in running water. The river. He started to wade across, as far as he could. He lost his footing, his canine swimming ability failing him. As he floundered under the cold water, he felt he was being pulled by the current, drifting in some sub-geological river in some direction he could not pinpoint. The undertow pushed and pulled from all sides, it seemed to him, and he was totally disoriented.
"Guys! Hurry up!" Kagome called back to her companions down the road, who were resting against some rocks. "I don't understand it," said Sango, exhausted "she's blind, heartbroken, and has no idea where we're going, yet she has more stamina than us." "More willpower, perhaps." the monk suggested "Such tenacity. How do suppose she's doing it, Sango-sama?" Sango whacked him on the head with her oversized boomerang "Idiot. Can't you see she loves Inuyasha?" "Of course I can." he said with fiegned confidence "I just meant that she should stop worrying about Inuyasha so much and rest. Inuyasha can take care of himself." "I'm tired." the kitsune plopped down on the ground at their feet. "You can ride on Kirara, Shippou." she bent down to his level and patted him gently on his head. "Guys!"
He awoke. He inhaled deeply, his eyes still closed. There was a multitude of perfumes pouring into his senses. There were the flowers. Oh, the flowers! Their sweet nectar permeated the wind with the winsome perfume of spring, their beauty evident without turning an eye toward them. There was also the grass. Growing beneath him, it danced a terpsichore with the whistling wind and the chattering, babbling brook as its blithe chorus which seemed to brim over with levity. A lovely, tangy smell that enchanted his thoughts. Then there was the wind. Its cool, comforting embrace brushed gently against his face, tugging his lips upward slightly into a satisfied smile as he sighed in comfort. Then he remembered.
He opened his ears. To his right he overheard the solemn gossip of the chitchatting current that emanated from the gurgling brook. He heard the whisper of the wind and the creak of the trees as it passed through their branches. Its waxen green canopy tottering lazily to the left, back to the right, to the left, to the right, to the left, right, left, right, left...
The next sound he heard was the twittering chorus of the birds as they perched on their branches, their cheerful songs intermingling as waves in the cloudless, azure sky. Their intonations were full of frivolity. He slowly opened his eyes. Above him was the cornflower blue atmosphere, its painted canvas dotted with creamy white clouds- nomadic, puffy marshmallows drifting across his panoramic view; below him was the grass, damp with recent rain, and soft with fertile soil. Sitting up, he noticed the stand of dense pines to the west, the sun hovering at its zenith directly above, and the babbling, gurgling, chattering brook to the east.
He stood, on shaky legs, and peered across the countryside. In the distance a range of lofty mountains peeked over the forest, their snow capped crowns winking in his direction. A field of tall grasses, a steep hill beyond, and pink tinted chimneys of granite at its acme. That would be his first destination, he thought, there could be some clue there as to how he got here.
He marched in step with the oscillating grasses around him. The thin shoots a strangely comforting shade of brown. They were capped each with fuzzy tails, that tickled his hand when he fingered them as he walked. He exhaled sharply, an enthusiastic sigh of sadness that was carried away on the gentle breeze, to be whispered quietly to some anonymous passerby. Unusually energetic, he trekked to the top of the hill, to the granite monoliths that stood there, as sentinels guarding some hidden doorway, some grand secret. He felt no fatigue as he reached the hill's top. Circling around the stone formations he looked at them with curiosity, they looked queerly man-made. Though covered in cushioning moss, he could make out some symbols, unintelligible to him.
He looked out again over the continuing country. An entirely separate world from the place he just left. Directly ahead was a large lake, or sea, extending out, disapearing on the horizen. He looked to the valley below, gasping slightly when he saw a magnificent structure, made from wood and stone, in a large rectangle shape. He started climbing down toward it, the dark speck profaning the lush green meadows. Smoke rose out of the center of the strange structure.