InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The New World ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: darkangelprincess24 
The beginning...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Classic / Drama / Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 430 | Status: Completed
The beginning...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Classic / Drama / Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 430 | Status: Completed
“Mommy! Mommy! Read me a story!” The young child whined, hopping onto her bed and looking up at her mother.
“Yes, alright.” She sighed. “I will tell you of your great ancestors who came to this very land of America hundreds of years ago.”
The little girl bounced again, smiling. “Tell me mommy! Tell me of he England guy who fell in love with the Indian lady!”
The mother smiled. “It all started in the late fifteen hundreds, with a young man who had no family, nor friends, that he could count on, and a young Indian woman who just wanted to have her own life…”
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of the language stuff I use…On a side note, I know this is kind of unrealistic on how Pocahontas was really treated, but whatever.
The New World
By: darkangelprincess24
She sat next to the large willow tree come to be known as her very grandmother. The woman sighed and fiddled with her turquoise bracelet.
“Grandmother Kaede,” She began, “I don’t want to stay here. It is far to boring and there’s nothing to do.”
A face appeared from the tree’s trunk. It laughed. “Now, child, there is plenty to do in the forests. There is animals, and this old woman does know that you enjoy the company of animals far better than humans.”
If anyone else besides the Indians of the lands had been talked to by Grandmother Kaede, the willow tree, they would be thought to be mad. Some thought she was merely a figment of their imagination. Not that it was for any to worry over; Grandmother only talked to the natives of her land, and that would never change, and it hadn’t for over a hundred years. Grandmother studied the young woman that sat before her.
Kagome, currently at a young age of sixteen, wore animal hide made into a leather of light brown. It was light in weight, but the winter months were coming soon, and she would have to make heavier clothing. Kagome took extra care in her winter clothing, especially since last year, when the harsh winter killed her mother and brother. Her father never talked about it, except when unintentionally insulting Kagome when he tells her Sota, her brother, would not disappoint him as much as she.
She sighed and wiggled her toes from the inside of her moccasins, also made of light brown leather, and caught her turquoise necklace in her mouth gently. Kagome’s eyes flashed quickly to her right on instinct when a slight rustle in the bushes was heard. She stood and faced the noise, her dagger ready in her left hand. Her enticing blue eyes scanned the area, and a slight breeze took place, blowing her ebony hair that was captured into a ponytail.
Grandmother Kaede sank back into her home, the willow tree, and watched quietly. It might be an intruder, and she would only intrude on the fight if Kagome needed help.
“Who goes?” Kagome called steadily. She had learned early on that if she are frightened, the enemy knows, be it animal or human. She heard footsteps and gripped her dagger, ready to attack, silently grateful she had sharpened it yesterday. Her grip relaxed when her sixteen year old friend emerged.
“Sorry!” The woman whispered, her sarcastic tone pouring out through her mouth and dark brown eyes. Kagome rolled her eyes at the older woman. “I guess I will never be as quiet as you.”
“Sango, I am not quiet; you are loud.” Kagome smiled, placing her dagger back into its pouch. Sango blushed slightly.
Sango wore a similar outfit to Kagome’s, though a bit more plain. It was leather also, but it did not have designs made with different colored beads decorating the front. It had one color with little design; a light red berry that had been made into beads and woven onto her dress. Sango had no jewelry on, but her brown hair was tied back with a white ribbon.
“Come, miss Kagome. Chief has instructed to see you.” Sango bowed her head slightly. She was, after all, merely a servant to Lady Kagome, the daughter of the chief.
Kagome smiled, tight-lipped. This behavior was starting to get annoying. “How many times have I told you to call me Kagome, Sango?”
“But-” Sango protested.
“No.” Kagome raised her hand for silence. She smiled at her friend playfully. “I, daughter of Chief Higurashi, order you to call me Kagome.”
Sango sighed and rolled her eyes slightly. “Fine, Kagome.”
Kagome nodded and smiled again jokingly. “Good.”
They two women walked back to the village, unaware of the seriousness of the meeting with Chief about to come.
ß _ à I.M.E.A. tomorrow! Wish me luck!
“Sir Inuyasha! Why are you here, at a bar, gambling?” The eighteen year old looked up from his money to his friend.
“What’s it to you, Miroku?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The ship docks in a half an hour!” He screeched, pounding his hands heavily onto the table. He watched as the captain’s violet eyes widened.
“It what?!” Inuyasha turned back to his opponents and smiled his most charming smile. “Sorry, boys, but I’ve got a ship to sail.”
He stood, and pretended to brush off his red captain’s uniform while sneaking some coins into his pocket. The men didn’t seem to notice. Inuyasha turned and walked out the door briskly, smirking as he heard complaints of the loss of money as the door to the pub slammed shut. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his right hand man was following him.
“You are unbelievable!” Miroku muttered as they boarded the large ship. “And you don’t even have any money to gamble with.”
Inuyasha smirked arrogantly. “Well, I don’t see your pockets overflowing with coins, now do I?”
Miroku shook his head in annoyance. “You need a woman, not money. You are already twenty. You should have a wife.”
Inuyasha sighed. “I do not need a woman. I do perfectly fine without a wench, although I could use one.” He tilted his head thoughtfully.
“My god! You are hopeless!” Miroku cried, throwing his hands into the air. Inuyasha smirked and leaned against the banister that led to the rooms.
“Coming from you, the man who has a different woman to take home each day. What had your parents been thinking when they told you to be a priest?”
Miroku shrugged. “Maybe because they didn’t want me to end up a right hand man to an arrogant captain, sailing to a new world.”
“Humph! I am not arrogant, just…confident.” Inuyasha said, making his eyes into little slits and staring Miroku down intensely. “And anything is sure to be better then England.”
Miroku said nothing. Turning on his heel, he called to the crewmembers, “Come on, men, we dock in twenty minutes!”
Inuyasha watched as the men stopped what they were doing briefly to hear what Miroku had said, then scramble to get their jobs done after he was finished. He turned to his quarters and glanced at a map before sitting on his bed, holding his head ion his hands. What have I gotten myself into? He thought. He sighed and slid his hands to his chin and rested it in them. Inuyasha knew the dangers of exploring the unknown; that Spaniard, Christopher Columbus, still hadn’t come back from his journey, even though he had set sail about two years ago.
“Inuyasha,” A voice said quietly, walking into the quarters. “are you sure I’m old enough to go?”
Inuyasha looked up at the red-haired boy in front of him, his emerald eyes shining with unshed tears. He stood and walked to the boy, careful to keep his posture straight and his chin held high.
“Of course you are. You are a man-almost.” Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. “Thirteen, Shippo. Soon to be fourteen, which is almost fifteen, which is very close to a man.” He noticed Shippo’s eyes brimming with tears and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him up to his face. “Suck those tears back in, boy. Men don’t cry.”
“But my dad used to.” Shippo sniffed. Inuyasha let go of his collar, throwing him harshly to the ground.
“Then your father was weak.”
Shippo scrambled up and ran out of the room. Inuyasha shook his head and was about to sit down at his desk, when Miroku pushed himself off the wall next to the door to Inuyasha’s room and slid into his room with his arms crossed. He leaned against Inuyasha’s dresser and frowned slightly.
“Inuyasha, that boy has been through more pain then-”
“That boy doesn’t know what pain is!” He interrupted, whirling around angrily. It added fuel to his fire when Miroku did not get angry; he just shook his head slightly and uncrossed his arms, walking slowly up to his friend until he was only an inch from Inuyasha‘s face. Neither flinched or backed down from each other’s stare.
“Empathy, Inuyasha. Empathy. Try using it.” Inuyasha stared at Miroku with a slightly angry expression on his face.
“When I needed empathy, no one gave it to me. Why should I give people a gift if they never gave something back?”
“Because,” Miroku said, leaning in to whisper, “it’s the right thing to do.”
With those last words, Miroku walked past his new friend calmly and out to the dock, leaving Inuyasha to replay the scene in his mind, wondering what comeback he could have used.
Yea! I made I.M.E.A.!!!
As soon as Kagome stepped into her father’s large hut, she noticed the tense atmosphere. Something was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. She clicked her tongue quietly and sat in front of the fire pit, warming her hands. She didn’t look up at her father yet.
Suddenly, a man’s hand grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed her into a bowing position fiercely, shoving her face into the dirt and making it hard to breathe. “Show respect, woman!”
Kagome used her strength to take her face out of the ground and spit out the dirt. The Indian man let go of her hair roughly. Kagome stared in disbelief at her father, the chief. He stared back emotionlessly.
“Wegonen wa nada wendam(what do you want)?” She asked, her voice dripping with venom and anger. She took note the way the guards tensed at the manner in which she addressed the chief of their village, and smirked to herself.
“Calm yourself.” He said, surprisingly calm. “The man of the name Koga Yuaku has a wealthy father, as I hope you.” Only then did Kagome look up at him. She nodded slightly. “And, as you also know, trading prices between tribes are not becoming any less expensive.”
Kagome’s eyes widened. “No…” She whispered. Her father did not seem to hear her and continued speaking.
“If Sota were alive, I would engage him to the daughter of Chief Penklek, someone of more wealth. Ayame, was that the daughter‘s name?” Kagome, having met the redhead many times, nodded again. Her cheeks flared in anger.
“Kagome, you are engaged to Koga Yuaku now. You will be a good wife and serve him well. Understoo-”
Kagome stood up and clenched her fists. “I will not marry that…that… kokosh(pig)!”
Chief stood also, though less angrily. “You will marry into a wealthy family. You will serve that man and make him happy!”
“What about my happiness?” Kagome all but shrieked. “If Sota was alive, you would let him marry whomever he wished. Wouldn’t you?” No answer came. Kagome clenched her fists and ran up to him. She didn’t reach him, though, for many pairs of arms locked around hers and held her back, pulling her out of the hut. “Wouldn’t you?!”
The arms all threw her at once onto the hard dirt by the ocean. Kagome heard someone run up to her and wrap their arms around her. She leaned into the touch and suddenly started sobbing, keeping her eyes closed. “Shh…It’s okay, miss Kagome. It’s okay.”
()-_-() All hail Hana!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~***~*~*~*~*~** ~*~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~*
Author’s Note: So?? You like? Dislike? Again, I know this is not how Pocahontas was really treated, and the time period is a little off, I think…If anyone knows any suggestions for me (time period, whatever…) please tell me!
This is also going to be made into a “series”. I will finish this story, then make another story like this with another legend or story. Suggestions for that too, please!!!
Review! …Please. Can I have…10 reviews?
“Yes, alright.” She sighed. “I will tell you of your great ancestors who came to this very land of America hundreds of years ago.”
The little girl bounced again, smiling. “Tell me mommy! Tell me of he England guy who fell in love with the Indian lady!”
The mother smiled. “It all started in the late fifteen hundreds, with a young man who had no family, nor friends, that he could count on, and a young Indian woman who just wanted to have her own life…”
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of the language stuff I use…On a side note, I know this is kind of unrealistic on how Pocahontas was really treated, but whatever.
The New World
By: darkangelprincess24
She sat next to the large willow tree come to be known as her very grandmother. The woman sighed and fiddled with her turquoise bracelet.
“Grandmother Kaede,” She began, “I don’t want to stay here. It is far to boring and there’s nothing to do.”
A face appeared from the tree’s trunk. It laughed. “Now, child, there is plenty to do in the forests. There is animals, and this old woman does know that you enjoy the company of animals far better than humans.”
If anyone else besides the Indians of the lands had been talked to by Grandmother Kaede, the willow tree, they would be thought to be mad. Some thought she was merely a figment of their imagination. Not that it was for any to worry over; Grandmother only talked to the natives of her land, and that would never change, and it hadn’t for over a hundred years. Grandmother studied the young woman that sat before her.
Kagome, currently at a young age of sixteen, wore animal hide made into a leather of light brown. It was light in weight, but the winter months were coming soon, and she would have to make heavier clothing. Kagome took extra care in her winter clothing, especially since last year, when the harsh winter killed her mother and brother. Her father never talked about it, except when unintentionally insulting Kagome when he tells her Sota, her brother, would not disappoint him as much as she.
She sighed and wiggled her toes from the inside of her moccasins, also made of light brown leather, and caught her turquoise necklace in her mouth gently. Kagome’s eyes flashed quickly to her right on instinct when a slight rustle in the bushes was heard. She stood and faced the noise, her dagger ready in her left hand. Her enticing blue eyes scanned the area, and a slight breeze took place, blowing her ebony hair that was captured into a ponytail.
Grandmother Kaede sank back into her home, the willow tree, and watched quietly. It might be an intruder, and she would only intrude on the fight if Kagome needed help.
“Who goes?” Kagome called steadily. She had learned early on that if she are frightened, the enemy knows, be it animal or human. She heard footsteps and gripped her dagger, ready to attack, silently grateful she had sharpened it yesterday. Her grip relaxed when her sixteen year old friend emerged.
“Sorry!” The woman whispered, her sarcastic tone pouring out through her mouth and dark brown eyes. Kagome rolled her eyes at the older woman. “I guess I will never be as quiet as you.”
“Sango, I am not quiet; you are loud.” Kagome smiled, placing her dagger back into its pouch. Sango blushed slightly.
Sango wore a similar outfit to Kagome’s, though a bit more plain. It was leather also, but it did not have designs made with different colored beads decorating the front. It had one color with little design; a light red berry that had been made into beads and woven onto her dress. Sango had no jewelry on, but her brown hair was tied back with a white ribbon.
“Come, miss Kagome. Chief has instructed to see you.” Sango bowed her head slightly. She was, after all, merely a servant to Lady Kagome, the daughter of the chief.
Kagome smiled, tight-lipped. This behavior was starting to get annoying. “How many times have I told you to call me Kagome, Sango?”
“But-” Sango protested.
“No.” Kagome raised her hand for silence. She smiled at her friend playfully. “I, daughter of Chief Higurashi, order you to call me Kagome.”
Sango sighed and rolled her eyes slightly. “Fine, Kagome.”
Kagome nodded and smiled again jokingly. “Good.”
They two women walked back to the village, unaware of the seriousness of the meeting with Chief about to come.
ß _ à I.M.E.A. tomorrow! Wish me luck!
“Sir Inuyasha! Why are you here, at a bar, gambling?” The eighteen year old looked up from his money to his friend.
“What’s it to you, Miroku?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The ship docks in a half an hour!” He screeched, pounding his hands heavily onto the table. He watched as the captain’s violet eyes widened.
“It what?!” Inuyasha turned back to his opponents and smiled his most charming smile. “Sorry, boys, but I’ve got a ship to sail.”
He stood, and pretended to brush off his red captain’s uniform while sneaking some coins into his pocket. The men didn’t seem to notice. Inuyasha turned and walked out the door briskly, smirking as he heard complaints of the loss of money as the door to the pub slammed shut. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his right hand man was following him.
“You are unbelievable!” Miroku muttered as they boarded the large ship. “And you don’t even have any money to gamble with.”
Inuyasha smirked arrogantly. “Well, I don’t see your pockets overflowing with coins, now do I?”
Miroku shook his head in annoyance. “You need a woman, not money. You are already twenty. You should have a wife.”
Inuyasha sighed. “I do not need a woman. I do perfectly fine without a wench, although I could use one.” He tilted his head thoughtfully.
“My god! You are hopeless!” Miroku cried, throwing his hands into the air. Inuyasha smirked and leaned against the banister that led to the rooms.
“Coming from you, the man who has a different woman to take home each day. What had your parents been thinking when they told you to be a priest?”
Miroku shrugged. “Maybe because they didn’t want me to end up a right hand man to an arrogant captain, sailing to a new world.”
“Humph! I am not arrogant, just…confident.” Inuyasha said, making his eyes into little slits and staring Miroku down intensely. “And anything is sure to be better then England.”
Miroku said nothing. Turning on his heel, he called to the crewmembers, “Come on, men, we dock in twenty minutes!”
Inuyasha watched as the men stopped what they were doing briefly to hear what Miroku had said, then scramble to get their jobs done after he was finished. He turned to his quarters and glanced at a map before sitting on his bed, holding his head ion his hands. What have I gotten myself into? He thought. He sighed and slid his hands to his chin and rested it in them. Inuyasha knew the dangers of exploring the unknown; that Spaniard, Christopher Columbus, still hadn’t come back from his journey, even though he had set sail about two years ago.
“Inuyasha,” A voice said quietly, walking into the quarters. “are you sure I’m old enough to go?”
Inuyasha looked up at the red-haired boy in front of him, his emerald eyes shining with unshed tears. He stood and walked to the boy, careful to keep his posture straight and his chin held high.
“Of course you are. You are a man-almost.” Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. “Thirteen, Shippo. Soon to be fourteen, which is almost fifteen, which is very close to a man.” He noticed Shippo’s eyes brimming with tears and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him up to his face. “Suck those tears back in, boy. Men don’t cry.”
“But my dad used to.” Shippo sniffed. Inuyasha let go of his collar, throwing him harshly to the ground.
“Then your father was weak.”
Shippo scrambled up and ran out of the room. Inuyasha shook his head and was about to sit down at his desk, when Miroku pushed himself off the wall next to the door to Inuyasha’s room and slid into his room with his arms crossed. He leaned against Inuyasha’s dresser and frowned slightly.
“Inuyasha, that boy has been through more pain then-”
“That boy doesn’t know what pain is!” He interrupted, whirling around angrily. It added fuel to his fire when Miroku did not get angry; he just shook his head slightly and uncrossed his arms, walking slowly up to his friend until he was only an inch from Inuyasha‘s face. Neither flinched or backed down from each other’s stare.
“Empathy, Inuyasha. Empathy. Try using it.” Inuyasha stared at Miroku with a slightly angry expression on his face.
“When I needed empathy, no one gave it to me. Why should I give people a gift if they never gave something back?”
“Because,” Miroku said, leaning in to whisper, “it’s the right thing to do.”
With those last words, Miroku walked past his new friend calmly and out to the dock, leaving Inuyasha to replay the scene in his mind, wondering what comeback he could have used.
Yea! I made I.M.E.A.!!!
As soon as Kagome stepped into her father’s large hut, she noticed the tense atmosphere. Something was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. She clicked her tongue quietly and sat in front of the fire pit, warming her hands. She didn’t look up at her father yet.
Suddenly, a man’s hand grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed her into a bowing position fiercely, shoving her face into the dirt and making it hard to breathe. “Show respect, woman!”
Kagome used her strength to take her face out of the ground and spit out the dirt. The Indian man let go of her hair roughly. Kagome stared in disbelief at her father, the chief. He stared back emotionlessly.
“Wegonen wa nada wendam(what do you want)?” She asked, her voice dripping with venom and anger. She took note the way the guards tensed at the manner in which she addressed the chief of their village, and smirked to herself.
“Calm yourself.” He said, surprisingly calm. “The man of the name Koga Yuaku has a wealthy father, as I hope you.” Only then did Kagome look up at him. She nodded slightly. “And, as you also know, trading prices between tribes are not becoming any less expensive.”
Kagome’s eyes widened. “No…” She whispered. Her father did not seem to hear her and continued speaking.
“If Sota were alive, I would engage him to the daughter of Chief Penklek, someone of more wealth. Ayame, was that the daughter‘s name?” Kagome, having met the redhead many times, nodded again. Her cheeks flared in anger.
“Kagome, you are engaged to Koga Yuaku now. You will be a good wife and serve him well. Understoo-”
Kagome stood up and clenched her fists. “I will not marry that…that… kokosh(pig)!”
Chief stood also, though less angrily. “You will marry into a wealthy family. You will serve that man and make him happy!”
“What about my happiness?” Kagome all but shrieked. “If Sota was alive, you would let him marry whomever he wished. Wouldn’t you?” No answer came. Kagome clenched her fists and ran up to him. She didn’t reach him, though, for many pairs of arms locked around hers and held her back, pulling her out of the hut. “Wouldn’t you?!”
The arms all threw her at once onto the hard dirt by the ocean. Kagome heard someone run up to her and wrap their arms around her. She leaned into the touch and suddenly started sobbing, keeping her eyes closed. “Shh…It’s okay, miss Kagome. It’s okay.”
()-_-() All hail Hana!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~***~*~*~*~*~** ~*~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~*
Author’s Note: So?? You like? Dislike? Again, I know this is not how Pocahontas was really treated, and the time period is a little off, I think…If anyone knows any suggestions for me (time period, whatever…) please tell me!
This is also going to be made into a “series”. I will finish this story, then make another story like this with another legend or story. Suggestions for that too, please!!!
Review! …Please. Can I have…10 reviews?