InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Nature of Sacrifice ❯ Different Time, Different Place.. ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Evie_Lovejoy 
"You know, those things will kill you." A soft voice spoke.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.10.2006 | Updated On: 03.10.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 391 | Status: Work In Progress
"You know, those things will kill you." A soft voice spoke.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.10.2006 | Updated On: 03.10.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 391 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello all! This is the first fic that I've started, intending to actually put it up on a site. I adore writing, and I've deciding to start out with something easy. You should write what you know, and this is definetely something I know. ^.^
Now, some characters WILL be OOC, but I have good reason. As time goes on, you'll realise each character will have gone through changes that made them how they are in my story. Please be patient, I AM going somewhere with this.
Now, on with the story!
[[ DISCLAMER: I DO NOT, NOR HAVE I EVER, OWNED INUYASHA. I'm simply borrowing the characters and putting them through hell. ^.^ ]]
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The Nature of Sacrifice
By Evie Lovejoy
Prologue:
Different time, different place
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Deep cornflower blue eyes rimmed in dark brown eyeliner and eyeshadow gazed at the small clock above the coffee machine. Two AM. On a Tuesday. Sure, it was tourist season, but after midnight at the small, but popular, coffee shop/restaurant was usually dead until three am.
Around three, the police officers on night shift usually came through the door with happy greetings. She knew their drink orders by heart, as well as their names. Yep, she was a veteran to the graveyard shifts at 24/7, the restaurant where she waited tables.
A waitress. Hard work it was, but always worth the trouble. She made damned good money in the little cult like place. A small, barely known town in Florida called Venice; It wasn't very big, but during tourist season, the traffic was horrible along US 41, the main highway.
A sigh passed her pouty pink lips. Grabbing the cordless phone and her pack of cigarettes, she headed out to sit at a table out front. Placing a cigarette between her lips, she looked out at the deserted highway and shopping centre. Another hour and she would have some tips coming her way; the cops always tipped well. She was known as the graveyard waitress, a shift where people tipped based on personality, not a percentage of their bill. And she had a big personality.
Lighting the cigarette, she smiled as she took a puff, the door opening and a figure sitting across from her.
"You know, those things will kill you." A soft voice spoke. Looking up, blue eyes connected black ones. The woman was rather short and a natural albino. Long white hair was swept up in a bun, as per health code, a cook could not wear her hair down. She was very pale, and though in her twenties, looked twelve at best. She pulled a cigarette from her own black case, placing it between pale lips. No emotion had been in her words, nor her face, but the waitress across from her knew her eyes spoke volumes, if you really looked.
Smiling, the waitress spoke. "Kanna, you hipocrite." Lighting her own cigarette, she held the lit zippo out to the small woman in front of her.
Kanna let the waitress light it before taking a slow puff. "You know how I am, Kagome, it's how I get you to smile again." Again, her voice held no emotion, her deep black eyes focused on the road Kagome had been looking at. Being a void youkai, it wasn't easy to open up to another, but Kagome was different. She didn't know how, but she had a feeling she knew the young woman before her.
For five hundred years, after the great battle in Japan, youkai all over the world made peace with humans. And centuries later, hanyous as well, though there would always be tension. In the twenty-first century it wasn't unheard of to have a hawk youkai neighbor, a fire-hanyou co-worker, or even a water sprite as a lover.
In this restaurant, a latent miko was a graveyard waitress, and her cook was a void youkai. It wasn't unusual. But if things five hundred years before had gone differently, there wouldn't be any magical beings in this world but one, and evil would reign and destroy everything.
Kanna watched Kagome with worried eyes, yet only Kagome and her sister Kagura could really read them. Most didn't talk to the void youkai for long, but Kagome never really cared that it was unnerving not to see emotion so clearly. Yes, Kagome was special.
With a sigh, Kagome took another puff of the menthol between her fingers. Horrible habit, smoking. She knew it. But as a child, she had desired to belong to some group far too greatly.. It was as she began to remember her previous lives.. She was dealing with things. And now, she was stuck with the addiction. "You know me, always deep in thought." She managed a cheerful tone, but her companion saw through it easily.
"Your soul aches." She said simply, her eyes showing her concern. Something told the youkai that that veil behind those blue eyes across from her meant trouble, and she listened when those 'something's came along.
Frowning deeply, Kagome clenched her jaw. She liked Kanna now, getting to know her as a co-worker and not an enemy as she had long ago. But she had an eerie way of getting to the heart of a problem. Before she could speak, though, the cook spoke.
"You know too much, Kagome. Weight on someone's shoulders, left long enough, will snap the spine. Do not carry so much, let those that care for you share the load." Standing rather regally, she put out her half smoked cigarette, walking past the shocked waitress. "I have home fries to prepare for morning shift. Tell me if you get a table." The door whispered shut and Kagome was left outside, by herself.
The silence of the still evening rang in Kagome's ears. It reminded her of other silences, of how she would have reacted as her past reincarnation. That young girl, so innocent, would have told her everything. She would have cried and recited every memory, held to Kanna and begged her to understand.
But that girl sacrificed her innocence to protect them now. That Kagome still ached inside as she hid her knowlege, hid all of her pain. Naraku was gone, her friends had a chance to live as they had always wanted to. Free. And if she could never speak of the past again, if it would spare them the pain, she would hide it forever.
Two police cars pulled up, and a charming mask of happiness slipped onto her face instantly. As the policemen stepped out, she put her cigarette out, standing. "You boys come on in and I'll get your drinks." A sweet tea and an unsweetened tea, both with double lemon, that's what they drank. She called to Kanna to tell her Steve and John were coming in. No answer, but the sound of her moving in the back told her that she heard her call.
Steve and John, the policemen, called out they're greetings with smiles as she had grabbed their drinks. Yes, it was a peaceful time, in a new peaceful place. Everyone was safe now. And if she had to suffer, she'd do it.
"Now, what can I get you guys to eat tonight?"
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Please read and review! Give me the courage to continue!
~Evie
Now, some characters WILL be OOC, but I have good reason. As time goes on, you'll realise each character will have gone through changes that made them how they are in my story. Please be patient, I AM going somewhere with this.
Now, on with the story!
[[ DISCLAMER: I DO NOT, NOR HAVE I EVER, OWNED INUYASHA. I'm simply borrowing the characters and putting them through hell. ^.^ ]]
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The Nature of Sacrifice
By Evie Lovejoy
Prologue:
Different time, different place
***
Deep cornflower blue eyes rimmed in dark brown eyeliner and eyeshadow gazed at the small clock above the coffee machine. Two AM. On a Tuesday. Sure, it was tourist season, but after midnight at the small, but popular, coffee shop/restaurant was usually dead until three am.
Around three, the police officers on night shift usually came through the door with happy greetings. She knew their drink orders by heart, as well as their names. Yep, she was a veteran to the graveyard shifts at 24/7, the restaurant where she waited tables.
A waitress. Hard work it was, but always worth the trouble. She made damned good money in the little cult like place. A small, barely known town in Florida called Venice; It wasn't very big, but during tourist season, the traffic was horrible along US 41, the main highway.
A sigh passed her pouty pink lips. Grabbing the cordless phone and her pack of cigarettes, she headed out to sit at a table out front. Placing a cigarette between her lips, she looked out at the deserted highway and shopping centre. Another hour and she would have some tips coming her way; the cops always tipped well. She was known as the graveyard waitress, a shift where people tipped based on personality, not a percentage of their bill. And she had a big personality.
Lighting the cigarette, she smiled as she took a puff, the door opening and a figure sitting across from her.
"You know, those things will kill you." A soft voice spoke. Looking up, blue eyes connected black ones. The woman was rather short and a natural albino. Long white hair was swept up in a bun, as per health code, a cook could not wear her hair down. She was very pale, and though in her twenties, looked twelve at best. She pulled a cigarette from her own black case, placing it between pale lips. No emotion had been in her words, nor her face, but the waitress across from her knew her eyes spoke volumes, if you really looked.
Smiling, the waitress spoke. "Kanna, you hipocrite." Lighting her own cigarette, she held the lit zippo out to the small woman in front of her.
Kanna let the waitress light it before taking a slow puff. "You know how I am, Kagome, it's how I get you to smile again." Again, her voice held no emotion, her deep black eyes focused on the road Kagome had been looking at. Being a void youkai, it wasn't easy to open up to another, but Kagome was different. She didn't know how, but she had a feeling she knew the young woman before her.
For five hundred years, after the great battle in Japan, youkai all over the world made peace with humans. And centuries later, hanyous as well, though there would always be tension. In the twenty-first century it wasn't unheard of to have a hawk youkai neighbor, a fire-hanyou co-worker, or even a water sprite as a lover.
In this restaurant, a latent miko was a graveyard waitress, and her cook was a void youkai. It wasn't unusual. But if things five hundred years before had gone differently, there wouldn't be any magical beings in this world but one, and evil would reign and destroy everything.
Kanna watched Kagome with worried eyes, yet only Kagome and her sister Kagura could really read them. Most didn't talk to the void youkai for long, but Kagome never really cared that it was unnerving not to see emotion so clearly. Yes, Kagome was special.
With a sigh, Kagome took another puff of the menthol between her fingers. Horrible habit, smoking. She knew it. But as a child, she had desired to belong to some group far too greatly.. It was as she began to remember her previous lives.. She was dealing with things. And now, she was stuck with the addiction. "You know me, always deep in thought." She managed a cheerful tone, but her companion saw through it easily.
"Your soul aches." She said simply, her eyes showing her concern. Something told the youkai that that veil behind those blue eyes across from her meant trouble, and she listened when those 'something's came along.
Frowning deeply, Kagome clenched her jaw. She liked Kanna now, getting to know her as a co-worker and not an enemy as she had long ago. But she had an eerie way of getting to the heart of a problem. Before she could speak, though, the cook spoke.
"You know too much, Kagome. Weight on someone's shoulders, left long enough, will snap the spine. Do not carry so much, let those that care for you share the load." Standing rather regally, she put out her half smoked cigarette, walking past the shocked waitress. "I have home fries to prepare for morning shift. Tell me if you get a table." The door whispered shut and Kagome was left outside, by herself.
The silence of the still evening rang in Kagome's ears. It reminded her of other silences, of how she would have reacted as her past reincarnation. That young girl, so innocent, would have told her everything. She would have cried and recited every memory, held to Kanna and begged her to understand.
But that girl sacrificed her innocence to protect them now. That Kagome still ached inside as she hid her knowlege, hid all of her pain. Naraku was gone, her friends had a chance to live as they had always wanted to. Free. And if she could never speak of the past again, if it would spare them the pain, she would hide it forever.
Two police cars pulled up, and a charming mask of happiness slipped onto her face instantly. As the policemen stepped out, she put her cigarette out, standing. "You boys come on in and I'll get your drinks." A sweet tea and an unsweetened tea, both with double lemon, that's what they drank. She called to Kanna to tell her Steve and John were coming in. No answer, but the sound of her moving in the back told her that she heard her call.
Steve and John, the policemen, called out they're greetings with smiles as she had grabbed their drinks. Yes, it was a peaceful time, in a new peaceful place. Everyone was safe now. And if she had to suffer, she'd do it.
"Now, what can I get you guys to eat tonight?"
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Please read and review! Give me the courage to continue!
~Evie