InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Unexpected - Rain on Sakura Blossoms ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kittyrae 
On one of his usual travels Thor comes across a very familar scent.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 03.13.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 145 | Status: Work In Progress
On one of his usual travels Thor comes across a very familar scent.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 03.13.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 145 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter One
The wagon bounced up and down as it dropped into pot holes and drove over bumps in the dirt road and the occasional tree root. The trip was a long one, but well worth it. The driver looked behind him, at his most prized poessession; the reason why he made th elong journey from the east of Japan to the west. She was sleeping peacefully; surrounded by her belongins; all the things she cherished most.
He smiled; his perfect little angel. It didn't take long for her to fall in love with him; he had his charm and his looks. After a bit of courting and some gifts, he won the blessings of her father and her hand in marriage. He had waited until after they were married to tell her he was the son of a minor lord; he thought that if she knew ahead of time that she would have only married him for his money, but, when he told her she said she understood and didn't care if her were rich or not and he was happy about her answer.
Now he was on his way home with his new bride and he couldn't be happier.
She yawned and stretched as she sat up from her nap and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes. They were still moving so that meant that they hadn't arrived at the village yet. She yawned again and crawled to the front of the wagon and peeked outside.
"We almost there?" She asked.
"Not yet Raine." He said. He again looked back to see her and she was just as beautiful as the day he met her almost three months prior; long ebony hair that flowed over her shoulders like black waterfalls cascading over a cliff, her grey eyes that reminded him of the clouds when they were pregnant with rain; her name sake and her trademark. Just like her grand-mother, her father always used to say.
"When willl we get there? We've been travelling for almost five days." She whined.
"Soon love, soon." He said. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips; not a long passionate kiss, just a short one to remind her that she was his and that he loved her with every fibre of his being and every beat of his heart that she captured oh so easily.
Raine sat back in the wagon and sighed. She raised her left hand to her face and looked at the wedding band on her finger. She couldn't help thinking about what it symbolized; she had married him, he was her and she was his and they were to be together forever.
How did she get herself into this?
*oOo*
Thor, heir to the Western Throne, now one-hundered and eighty years old, was walking through one of the many forests in the Western Lands, on his way to only Kami knows where; he just needed to get away for he while; he was tired of being cooped up in the House of The Moon for long periods of time and often left for a few days or even weeks at time to escape the feeing of claustrophobia.
Thor was now as tall as his father; Lord Sesshomaru: Ruler of the Western Lands. His hair was tied in a thong and flowed to the back of his knees with the occasional gold or silver strand flying freely, he wore armour and clothing similar to his father's except his black where Sesshomaru's was yellow and red where his was blue, his haori and hakama were black and where Sesshomaru's had had red hexagons his were red and where the bottom of Sesshomaru's hakama seemed to be tucked into his boots, Thor's was loose and dragged against the ground and he preferred to be barefoot so he rarely wore boots since they were so uncomfortbale; the only time he didn't wear shoes was when he was travelling and on his wrist was the bracelet her wore since the day he was born; the amethysts were replaced with sapphires to complement his
eyes.
He had walked for a good six hours now, heading east, and still he felt like he was too close to home. He was walking quite slow; he wanted to enjoy his time away from home, he was in no rush to go back; he was anxious to get further away. Thor dashed off through the forest, using his youkai speed, his stray hairs slapping his face. He took a deep breath and swore he smelled something on the air; it was a faint smell but then again he could have been imaging things.
Thor ignored it and continued running; with each step he got farther away from his home and the stronger the feeling of independece got and he couldn't be happier. He felt like he was breaking free of the chains of his obligation to these lands and it felt great. He took another breath and stopped dead in his tracks.
Why was it so familiar? Something about it made him relax a bit. He had smelt it before, but where? Why couldn't he remember? He raised his nose to the air and took in the scent again. It floated on the air and he couldn't help feeling he knew the person it came from; the ningen it came from. The only thing wrong with that was he only knew ninged and that was Rin and she died almsot one-hunderd years ago. So why did he know this female? It was all very frustrating so he gave up; it would come to him.
He continued running, no where in particular; he let his feet decide and the farther east he went the stronger the scent became and the more he felt like he should remember this person; he just couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how hard he tried. Why was it so strong? This feeling? Was there something about this person he was supposed to remember?
Then he heard it; loud and clear, emerging from the deepest parts of his mind; a melody. A song he had heard a long time ago and like the scent, he could not remember where he knew it from. His instincts told him to follow the scent but he just couldn't bring himself to do it for some reason; like he was shy or something and he had not clue why.
"Just forget it Thor." He said to himself, his smooth baritone voice that was almost and exact replica of Sesshoamru's, echoed through his head, replaying the advice.
He picked up the pace; the sooner he could get away from the scent the better. Thor really didn't have time to bother with such things; he was trying to relax, he didn't leave home to worry. he melody played over and over in his head. Who in Kami's name was this woman? Why in the hell was she torturing him with her beautiful, silky smooth voice and her lovely scent that reminded him of how his home when it rained and the tiny droplets of water hit the sakura blossoms.
Thor put on another burst of speed. He just had to shake the feeling. Why wouldn't it go away? The scent floated around him; diffused in the air and the wind carried it to his nose. He stopped breathing through his nose; maybe then he could get rid of the feeling.
Then everything seemed to go in slow motion; the scent hit him full force; he had found the source. He turneed his body in the direction it came from and stopped. He stood there, considering whether or not he should follow it and within seconds he was speeding through the trees; fueled by animal instinct. Closer and closer, stronger and stronger. He had no control over his actions; he just felt like he had to find the female ningen that possessed such a beautiful voice and a relaxing scent.
He could find her; he would find her! She was the only thing of any great importance at the moment. Thor was then surprised when he thought; ' What should I say when I meet her? ' After a moment of shock, Thor skidded to a stop. Why did it matter what he said to her? Why was he even looking for her?
He stood there, amongst the trees; seemingly paralyzed; torn between turning back and continuing on. He took a deep breath and the scent tickled his nose. Slowly it grew fainter and fainter; she was going away, from him. Why did it feel like he was losing something he couldn't take back? Why did his chest ache when he thought he would never see her again? He he didn't even know her. He sighed, turned on his heels and left.
The wagon bounced up and down as it dropped into pot holes and drove over bumps in the dirt road and the occasional tree root. The trip was a long one, but well worth it. The driver looked behind him, at his most prized poessession; the reason why he made th elong journey from the east of Japan to the west. She was sleeping peacefully; surrounded by her belongins; all the things she cherished most.
He smiled; his perfect little angel. It didn't take long for her to fall in love with him; he had his charm and his looks. After a bit of courting and some gifts, he won the blessings of her father and her hand in marriage. He had waited until after they were married to tell her he was the son of a minor lord; he thought that if she knew ahead of time that she would have only married him for his money, but, when he told her she said she understood and didn't care if her were rich or not and he was happy about her answer.
Now he was on his way home with his new bride and he couldn't be happier.
She yawned and stretched as she sat up from her nap and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes. They were still moving so that meant that they hadn't arrived at the village yet. She yawned again and crawled to the front of the wagon and peeked outside.
"We almost there?" She asked.
"Not yet Raine." He said. He again looked back to see her and she was just as beautiful as the day he met her almost three months prior; long ebony hair that flowed over her shoulders like black waterfalls cascading over a cliff, her grey eyes that reminded him of the clouds when they were pregnant with rain; her name sake and her trademark. Just like her grand-mother, her father always used to say.
"When willl we get there? We've been travelling for almost five days." She whined.
"Soon love, soon." He said. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips; not a long passionate kiss, just a short one to remind her that she was his and that he loved her with every fibre of his being and every beat of his heart that she captured oh so easily.
Raine sat back in the wagon and sighed. She raised her left hand to her face and looked at the wedding band on her finger. She couldn't help thinking about what it symbolized; she had married him, he was her and she was his and they were to be together forever.
How did she get herself into this?
*oOo*
Thor, heir to the Western Throne, now one-hundered and eighty years old, was walking through one of the many forests in the Western Lands, on his way to only Kami knows where; he just needed to get away for he while; he was tired of being cooped up in the House of The Moon for long periods of time and often left for a few days or even weeks at time to escape the feeing of claustrophobia.
Thor was now as tall as his father; Lord Sesshomaru: Ruler of the Western Lands. His hair was tied in a thong and flowed to the back of his knees with the occasional gold or silver strand flying freely, he wore armour and clothing similar to his father's except his black where Sesshomaru's was yellow and red where his was blue, his haori and hakama were black and where Sesshomaru's had had red hexagons his were red and where the bottom of Sesshomaru's hakama seemed to be tucked into his boots, Thor's was loose and dragged against the ground and he preferred to be barefoot so he rarely wore boots since they were so uncomfortbale; the only time he didn't wear shoes was when he was travelling and on his wrist was the bracelet her wore since the day he was born; the amethysts were replaced with sapphires to complement his
eyes.
He had walked for a good six hours now, heading east, and still he felt like he was too close to home. He was walking quite slow; he wanted to enjoy his time away from home, he was in no rush to go back; he was anxious to get further away. Thor dashed off through the forest, using his youkai speed, his stray hairs slapping his face. He took a deep breath and swore he smelled something on the air; it was a faint smell but then again he could have been imaging things.
Thor ignored it and continued running; with each step he got farther away from his home and the stronger the feeling of independece got and he couldn't be happier. He felt like he was breaking free of the chains of his obligation to these lands and it felt great. He took another breath and stopped dead in his tracks.
Why was it so familiar? Something about it made him relax a bit. He had smelt it before, but where? Why couldn't he remember? He raised his nose to the air and took in the scent again. It floated on the air and he couldn't help feeling he knew the person it came from; the ningen it came from. The only thing wrong with that was he only knew ninged and that was Rin and she died almsot one-hunderd years ago. So why did he know this female? It was all very frustrating so he gave up; it would come to him.
He continued running, no where in particular; he let his feet decide and the farther east he went the stronger the scent became and the more he felt like he should remember this person; he just couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how hard he tried. Why was it so strong? This feeling? Was there something about this person he was supposed to remember?
Then he heard it; loud and clear, emerging from the deepest parts of his mind; a melody. A song he had heard a long time ago and like the scent, he could not remember where he knew it from. His instincts told him to follow the scent but he just couldn't bring himself to do it for some reason; like he was shy or something and he had not clue why.
"Just forget it Thor." He said to himself, his smooth baritone voice that was almost and exact replica of Sesshoamru's, echoed through his head, replaying the advice.
He picked up the pace; the sooner he could get away from the scent the better. Thor really didn't have time to bother with such things; he was trying to relax, he didn't leave home to worry. he melody played over and over in his head. Who in Kami's name was this woman? Why in the hell was she torturing him with her beautiful, silky smooth voice and her lovely scent that reminded him of how his home when it rained and the tiny droplets of water hit the sakura blossoms.
Thor put on another burst of speed. He just had to shake the feeling. Why wouldn't it go away? The scent floated around him; diffused in the air and the wind carried it to his nose. He stopped breathing through his nose; maybe then he could get rid of the feeling.
Then everything seemed to go in slow motion; the scent hit him full force; he had found the source. He turneed his body in the direction it came from and stopped. He stood there, considering whether or not he should follow it and within seconds he was speeding through the trees; fueled by animal instinct. Closer and closer, stronger and stronger. He had no control over his actions; he just felt like he had to find the female ningen that possessed such a beautiful voice and a relaxing scent.
He could find her; he would find her! She was the only thing of any great importance at the moment. Thor was then surprised when he thought; ' What should I say when I meet her? ' After a moment of shock, Thor skidded to a stop. Why did it matter what he said to her? Why was he even looking for her?
He stood there, amongst the trees; seemingly paralyzed; torn between turning back and continuing on. He took a deep breath and the scent tickled his nose. Slowly it grew fainter and fainter; she was going away, from him. Why did it feel like he was losing something he couldn't take back? Why did his chest ache when he thought he would never see her again? He he didn't even know her. He sighed, turned on his heels and left.