InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Wandering Phantom ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: KitofAngelon 
Sesshoumaru enters a village torn apart to pieces. What will he find?
R&R!!!! PLZ!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 230 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru enters a village torn apart to pieces. What will he find?
R&R!!!! PLZ!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 230 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1
A lone dog demon stretched his stride to a nearby village. Usually, he avoided these places, and for good reason. At his presence, the people would riot and try to slice off his head in an everlasting attempt to kill him. That predicament came to life many times, but he always managed to escape their clawing grasp. He swished his hand through his knee length silver-white hair, and smirked. Smoke rose from this village, and the smell of carnage was the most potent flavor. Something had been here, and something had killed these people. Instead of slaughtering the creature, as most likely his half-brother Inuyasha would do, he wished to congratulate the culprit on his surprising victory. Inuyasha was just a self-centered Hanyou who took all form of commands from his human mistress, the Lady Kagome. However, he did not consider her a “Lady”. She was only a human searching for potential power. All humans were such as this. Complicated souls they were, always greedy and emotional allowing those things to control their mostly foolish actions. He had not met one human who was different. Of course on the exception of Rin. However, Rin was a child he had mostly raised himself. She was calm and caring, though stupid and ignorant. She believed in “Love” and the power of it, which made absolutely no sense, for it, was all nonsense. She followed him around with an infatuation, the same as Jaken’s, which pricked his nerve yet comforted him at the same time. She was a naïve little thing. Oh how he wished she would grow to practicality in the stimulus of a female demon, but with a little more tact.
Keeping his thoughts from further boding on the subject of his little protégée, Sesshoumaru kept them on the village, instead. He twitched his nose as the foul odor once again bombarded his sensitive canine nostrils. He began to click his fingernails together hoping that the culprit would hear the simple noise of life. Nevertheless, to no avail, no one heard.
As he entered the village gates, he saw the corpses piled in grotesque align. However, there was something different about this village from mass murder. This killing was self-defense. However, whom were they trying to kill? Did they succeed? He smiled sardonically. Perhaps they killed Inuyasha, and he didn’t have the chance to use his deadly wind scar. How Pathetic!
Even as he continued, he noticed the faces of the corpses were ones of hate and malice. There was fear on only few of the countenances. Hatred reigned in the heart of these. He unsheathed his Tenseiga and allowed the illusion of death to take over his minds eye. They were far-gone to the netherworld, for his sword, the Tenseiga, could restore any life. Even if someone as himself was to take pity on them, which would never happen as long as the Tenseiga was in his possession, they were to far gone for life to be restored. The death creatures had taken them over days ago.
With a twitch of his left pointed ear, Sesshoumaru turned to a cottage to his left. Someone or something stared at him through the huts crevices. Thinking it to be the culprit, he stepped toward it. After about five strenuous paces, he saw the fear in their eyes. It was the village’s women and children. Whoever destroyed this place had left the sick, weak, and pure alive. How noble of them.
A small black haired child burst from the door with panic strewn on her pale face. The remaining villagers called to her in haste voices, high and squeaky in fear. She stopped ten feet before the turning demon and bowed.
“Sir, please help my friend under the Poinsettia bush!” she begged.
“Why should I bother to help your kind?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling. He twitched the Tenseiga in a very intimidating manner.
He saw her gulp her fear in the form of bile. “Even though she destroyed our home and town, she was a sweet lady who was my friend. My people didn’t trust her because she was not one of us. When they fell, she did as well, and I am forbidden to go to her aid. B-but I KNOW she isn’t dead, sir! If in any way, you find in your heart to help her, do so! If not for my sake than for the sake of being kind!” and she ran back into the house with soil-covered feet and slightly burned waving tresses. The door was slammed closed. Harsh and worried voices followed.
Sesshoumaru was not interested in anything she said except his own curiosity of the killer. How could a woman single-handedly slaughter an entire village of brute men? Yet where was the Poinsettia? The girl was far from his mind, the little human insect, and his goal was all he wished to dote time upon.
As he reached the edge of the village, he saw the outer entrance. With a swift kick, he knocked a corpse aside. Nothing would ever dare to keep the seven-foot Youkai demon from going his way. Not even the corpse of a human. His gaze drifted to the hills of the back of the village. The little curves and waves of green seemed to be the ideal setting. With enough room to see the sunset and sunrise perfectly, this little haven must have been paradise before the massacre. The sky swelled with swirls of intense blue and clouds puffed across it looking like the smoke of an Indian pipe. The trees swayed in the perhaps ten miles an hour wind, and seemed to be shading something that poked and probed his attention span. Was that what he thought it was? He squeezed his eyes to peer even closer to the object at hand. Oh, but it was. A small pale foot stretched from the underbrush. It seemed almost lifeless, and pale. Yet right above the poking foot, was an overgrown poinsettia bush.
The impatient Youkai sneered at the possibility of not being able to ask the dead culprit how she got so much power. Maybe it was a demon. Promiscuous as they are, female demons are rare finds. Well, to him. He knew they were out there, but HE had never come across many.
As he reached the Poinsettia, the aroma of sweet-smelling nectar filled his Youkai senses. The red petals seemed to call to the giant, beckoning him to taste the honey drops of its dew. He shook his head to get the alluring tree from his mind, and focused on the creature beneath. Other than a foot, he could now see it was attached to a thin, strong calf, with its twin curled underneath it. Her other foot was probably under the brush farther. He prodded the leg with his left big toe to see if it was alive. She didn’t move, so he thought she must not be. He wrapped his long, slender hand around her ankle and began to pull her body from the foliage. With the calf came the rest of her, covered in dry blood. Her dress seemed odd for a woman of this time, seeing as it was made up of short, baggy, and beige breeches. Her calves were wrapped with linen leg guards as well as her forearms. From the beginning of her breeches to the top of her delicate swan-like throat, and down to her elbows was a black, tight material that formed to the over-thin wave of her body. Covering her shoulders in thin straps and down to her long waist was something appearing like a vest. It didn’t clasp anywhere but only tied the two sides together with a deerskin string. Her feet were bare, and calluses decorated her heels and toes. She seemed frail, almost fragile. She had suffered multiple torso wounds and even more leg wounds. However, her face enraptured him. Though it wasn’t the most beautiful face being decorated with freckles and all, it held a silent glow of peace and happiness that even in death emanated from her very veins. Her light brown mane was like a silken waterfall flowing to the bottom of her back. Most of it was pushed out of her face with a solid black headband. The only thing that made her look inhuman was a small marking on her palm. It was a symbol of wings decorated with a halo and a heart. Someone in heaven loved this girl. Her cheekbones were high, and her lips were not full, but her face was angled so well, it was if she was an angel in his midst. He couldn’t keep his burning gold-slit eyes from that lovely face. To posses such happiness was a rarity indeed.
Regaining his composure, Sesshoumaru placed his index and middle fingers on her neck hoping to find nothing and leave before he didn’t know himself anymore. Never had he acted so foolishly. Especially over a human woman. Nevertheless, what he found was a little more than he could deal with. As soon as he touched her graceful neck, her pulse began to race wildly, and fresh blood seeped from the old wounds. His eyes widened, and he didn’t know what to do with himself. One wound seemed to be festering, and she would surely die without proper care in the next moon or so.
Sesshoumaru stood to his maximum height over the girl. He shifted on his feet to begin to walk away, but stopped himself after a few feet. She needed him. But why should he care? He didn’t need her. His mind began to race with ideas, but most of them were excuses on why he should take her in to his cave. With a rational that popped into his mind, Sesshoumaru’s face turned as magenta as the markings on his cheeks. Why would he think of such a thing! How could he put himself at that level? He didn’t even KNOW her. He didn’t NEED to know her. But something deep within the Dog Youkai stirred. Maybe he DID need her.
With an exasperated sigh, he stooped and picked the girl up. He let her arms dangle as he walked through the thick forest to his cave, with the girl in tow. She was light, not heavy at all. Her armor seemed to have nothing to do with metal, but was almost impermeable. When she awoke, he would have to ask her the secret of this material.
The sun was high in the sky when he left the field. Now, with his arms not even growing weary, it hung low, caressing the hills. The dense foliage surrounding them seemed to cling to their clothes making it almost hard to keep your eyes open. Fortunately, for Sesshoumaru, he was wide-awake, and could see as well in the dark as he could in the light. Though, he didn’t know how longer without proper care she could make it. She seemed so fragile, so breakable… so untouchable… that she did need immediate care. Her wounds seemed to be seeping blood that shouldn’t have been there. From his estimation, she should have lost her lifeblood hours ago. Why didn’t she? Mayhap it was that odd power she possessed? The power that made her able to kill all the able-bodied men in her village?
“Lord Sesshoumaru!” Jaken called from the cave on the hill, “You’ve returned milord!”
He nodded to the little pest who awaited his presence. The only reason Jaken didn’t completely push him about, was because he knew Sesshoumaru was no Inu-Yasha. One false move and he’d be dead.
“ACH! Milord! What is that CREATURE?” Jaken wailed at his highest shrilling voice.
Sesshoumaru ignored the obviously stupid question. Jaken didn’t need to ask when he knew what it was.
The little green demon tottered after him in complete protest.
“B-but Lord Sesshoumaru! Why would you bring such an ungrateful, dirty, foul-smelling creature as a human in here? You hate humans, milord!”
Sesshoumaru placed the human on a large rock slab, and turned to the demon. His eyes slanted more than usual.
“Bring me some water and clean rags, unless you would like to clean her festering wounds yourself.”
“U-uh, no milord, I’ll get those rags right away! The water too!”
Sesshoumaru shook his head. Would he ever learn to shut up? He proceeded to pull a sharp stone dagger from his white and red armored, decorated Yukata, and cut open the spaces around her wounds. The blood still flowed freely.
“She should have died by now.” He whispered to himself, “Why is she not dead?”
Just as soon as his thoughts ended, her chest heaved with an exaggerated intake of air. Her throat seemed to be closing up, and her long hands groped the table. Her eyes were wide, open, and sightless. She seemed to be in a mixture of trying to wake but totally unconscious. She needed air. Just then, he remembered. She had been lying under a poinsettia bush! She must have inhaled that poison at some time while she was under it. That’s what was making her choke.
“Ooh, she’s dying. Well, the less I- I mean WE have to do for it.”
“No, get me the incense of a violet. Immediately.”
“Y-yes Lord Sesshoumaru.” With a mighty wave of his staff, he produced a light bouquet of violets. He handed them to Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru peeled back the petals and allowed a drop of the nectar into her throat. He placed the stem in one of her flailing hands, and used the petals to cover her wounds. Within a few seconds, her flailing ceased. She exhaled greatly, and began to breathe somewhat normally. Her lips curved into a smile as dreams filled her thoughts. Her hand let go of the violet stem, and it lightly fell to the floor.
“Lord Sesshoumaru? That flower from my stores. What was in it? No ordinary violet could do that.”
“I got it from some holy abbot in the mountains. He practically forced it upon me and said I would need it.”
“Where did you find the creature? Should we start a day-care center for all the pets you’ve been bringing home lately, sir?” As soon as he’d said it, he clamped his hands over his beak with fear in his eyes.
“Leave my presence, Jaken.”
“Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru.” He almost ran outside.
Sesshoumaru lifted the petals, and noticed the festering wounds subsiding and healing. The skin seemed to be sizzling back to the perfection of a newborn babes’.
A lone dog demon stretched his stride to a nearby village. Usually, he avoided these places, and for good reason. At his presence, the people would riot and try to slice off his head in an everlasting attempt to kill him. That predicament came to life many times, but he always managed to escape their clawing grasp. He swished his hand through his knee length silver-white hair, and smirked. Smoke rose from this village, and the smell of carnage was the most potent flavor. Something had been here, and something had killed these people. Instead of slaughtering the creature, as most likely his half-brother Inuyasha would do, he wished to congratulate the culprit on his surprising victory. Inuyasha was just a self-centered Hanyou who took all form of commands from his human mistress, the Lady Kagome. However, he did not consider her a “Lady”. She was only a human searching for potential power. All humans were such as this. Complicated souls they were, always greedy and emotional allowing those things to control their mostly foolish actions. He had not met one human who was different. Of course on the exception of Rin. However, Rin was a child he had mostly raised himself. She was calm and caring, though stupid and ignorant. She believed in “Love” and the power of it, which made absolutely no sense, for it, was all nonsense. She followed him around with an infatuation, the same as Jaken’s, which pricked his nerve yet comforted him at the same time. She was a naïve little thing. Oh how he wished she would grow to practicality in the stimulus of a female demon, but with a little more tact.
Keeping his thoughts from further boding on the subject of his little protégée, Sesshoumaru kept them on the village, instead. He twitched his nose as the foul odor once again bombarded his sensitive canine nostrils. He began to click his fingernails together hoping that the culprit would hear the simple noise of life. Nevertheless, to no avail, no one heard.
As he entered the village gates, he saw the corpses piled in grotesque align. However, there was something different about this village from mass murder. This killing was self-defense. However, whom were they trying to kill? Did they succeed? He smiled sardonically. Perhaps they killed Inuyasha, and he didn’t have the chance to use his deadly wind scar. How Pathetic!
Even as he continued, he noticed the faces of the corpses were ones of hate and malice. There was fear on only few of the countenances. Hatred reigned in the heart of these. He unsheathed his Tenseiga and allowed the illusion of death to take over his minds eye. They were far-gone to the netherworld, for his sword, the Tenseiga, could restore any life. Even if someone as himself was to take pity on them, which would never happen as long as the Tenseiga was in his possession, they were to far gone for life to be restored. The death creatures had taken them over days ago.
With a twitch of his left pointed ear, Sesshoumaru turned to a cottage to his left. Someone or something stared at him through the huts crevices. Thinking it to be the culprit, he stepped toward it. After about five strenuous paces, he saw the fear in their eyes. It was the village’s women and children. Whoever destroyed this place had left the sick, weak, and pure alive. How noble of them.
A small black haired child burst from the door with panic strewn on her pale face. The remaining villagers called to her in haste voices, high and squeaky in fear. She stopped ten feet before the turning demon and bowed.
“Sir, please help my friend under the Poinsettia bush!” she begged.
“Why should I bother to help your kind?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling. He twitched the Tenseiga in a very intimidating manner.
He saw her gulp her fear in the form of bile. “Even though she destroyed our home and town, she was a sweet lady who was my friend. My people didn’t trust her because she was not one of us. When they fell, she did as well, and I am forbidden to go to her aid. B-but I KNOW she isn’t dead, sir! If in any way, you find in your heart to help her, do so! If not for my sake than for the sake of being kind!” and she ran back into the house with soil-covered feet and slightly burned waving tresses. The door was slammed closed. Harsh and worried voices followed.
Sesshoumaru was not interested in anything she said except his own curiosity of the killer. How could a woman single-handedly slaughter an entire village of brute men? Yet where was the Poinsettia? The girl was far from his mind, the little human insect, and his goal was all he wished to dote time upon.
As he reached the edge of the village, he saw the outer entrance. With a swift kick, he knocked a corpse aside. Nothing would ever dare to keep the seven-foot Youkai demon from going his way. Not even the corpse of a human. His gaze drifted to the hills of the back of the village. The little curves and waves of green seemed to be the ideal setting. With enough room to see the sunset and sunrise perfectly, this little haven must have been paradise before the massacre. The sky swelled with swirls of intense blue and clouds puffed across it looking like the smoke of an Indian pipe. The trees swayed in the perhaps ten miles an hour wind, and seemed to be shading something that poked and probed his attention span. Was that what he thought it was? He squeezed his eyes to peer even closer to the object at hand. Oh, but it was. A small pale foot stretched from the underbrush. It seemed almost lifeless, and pale. Yet right above the poking foot, was an overgrown poinsettia bush.
The impatient Youkai sneered at the possibility of not being able to ask the dead culprit how she got so much power. Maybe it was a demon. Promiscuous as they are, female demons are rare finds. Well, to him. He knew they were out there, but HE had never come across many.
As he reached the Poinsettia, the aroma of sweet-smelling nectar filled his Youkai senses. The red petals seemed to call to the giant, beckoning him to taste the honey drops of its dew. He shook his head to get the alluring tree from his mind, and focused on the creature beneath. Other than a foot, he could now see it was attached to a thin, strong calf, with its twin curled underneath it. Her other foot was probably under the brush farther. He prodded the leg with his left big toe to see if it was alive. She didn’t move, so he thought she must not be. He wrapped his long, slender hand around her ankle and began to pull her body from the foliage. With the calf came the rest of her, covered in dry blood. Her dress seemed odd for a woman of this time, seeing as it was made up of short, baggy, and beige breeches. Her calves were wrapped with linen leg guards as well as her forearms. From the beginning of her breeches to the top of her delicate swan-like throat, and down to her elbows was a black, tight material that formed to the over-thin wave of her body. Covering her shoulders in thin straps and down to her long waist was something appearing like a vest. It didn’t clasp anywhere but only tied the two sides together with a deerskin string. Her feet were bare, and calluses decorated her heels and toes. She seemed frail, almost fragile. She had suffered multiple torso wounds and even more leg wounds. However, her face enraptured him. Though it wasn’t the most beautiful face being decorated with freckles and all, it held a silent glow of peace and happiness that even in death emanated from her very veins. Her light brown mane was like a silken waterfall flowing to the bottom of her back. Most of it was pushed out of her face with a solid black headband. The only thing that made her look inhuman was a small marking on her palm. It was a symbol of wings decorated with a halo and a heart. Someone in heaven loved this girl. Her cheekbones were high, and her lips were not full, but her face was angled so well, it was if she was an angel in his midst. He couldn’t keep his burning gold-slit eyes from that lovely face. To posses such happiness was a rarity indeed.
Regaining his composure, Sesshoumaru placed his index and middle fingers on her neck hoping to find nothing and leave before he didn’t know himself anymore. Never had he acted so foolishly. Especially over a human woman. Nevertheless, what he found was a little more than he could deal with. As soon as he touched her graceful neck, her pulse began to race wildly, and fresh blood seeped from the old wounds. His eyes widened, and he didn’t know what to do with himself. One wound seemed to be festering, and she would surely die without proper care in the next moon or so.
Sesshoumaru stood to his maximum height over the girl. He shifted on his feet to begin to walk away, but stopped himself after a few feet. She needed him. But why should he care? He didn’t need her. His mind began to race with ideas, but most of them were excuses on why he should take her in to his cave. With a rational that popped into his mind, Sesshoumaru’s face turned as magenta as the markings on his cheeks. Why would he think of such a thing! How could he put himself at that level? He didn’t even KNOW her. He didn’t NEED to know her. But something deep within the Dog Youkai stirred. Maybe he DID need her.
With an exasperated sigh, he stooped and picked the girl up. He let her arms dangle as he walked through the thick forest to his cave, with the girl in tow. She was light, not heavy at all. Her armor seemed to have nothing to do with metal, but was almost impermeable. When she awoke, he would have to ask her the secret of this material.
The sun was high in the sky when he left the field. Now, with his arms not even growing weary, it hung low, caressing the hills. The dense foliage surrounding them seemed to cling to their clothes making it almost hard to keep your eyes open. Fortunately, for Sesshoumaru, he was wide-awake, and could see as well in the dark as he could in the light. Though, he didn’t know how longer without proper care she could make it. She seemed so fragile, so breakable… so untouchable… that she did need immediate care. Her wounds seemed to be seeping blood that shouldn’t have been there. From his estimation, she should have lost her lifeblood hours ago. Why didn’t she? Mayhap it was that odd power she possessed? The power that made her able to kill all the able-bodied men in her village?
“Lord Sesshoumaru!” Jaken called from the cave on the hill, “You’ve returned milord!”
He nodded to the little pest who awaited his presence. The only reason Jaken didn’t completely push him about, was because he knew Sesshoumaru was no Inu-Yasha. One false move and he’d be dead.
“ACH! Milord! What is that CREATURE?” Jaken wailed at his highest shrilling voice.
Sesshoumaru ignored the obviously stupid question. Jaken didn’t need to ask when he knew what it was.
The little green demon tottered after him in complete protest.
“B-but Lord Sesshoumaru! Why would you bring such an ungrateful, dirty, foul-smelling creature as a human in here? You hate humans, milord!”
Sesshoumaru placed the human on a large rock slab, and turned to the demon. His eyes slanted more than usual.
“Bring me some water and clean rags, unless you would like to clean her festering wounds yourself.”
“U-uh, no milord, I’ll get those rags right away! The water too!”
Sesshoumaru shook his head. Would he ever learn to shut up? He proceeded to pull a sharp stone dagger from his white and red armored, decorated Yukata, and cut open the spaces around her wounds. The blood still flowed freely.
“She should have died by now.” He whispered to himself, “Why is she not dead?”
Just as soon as his thoughts ended, her chest heaved with an exaggerated intake of air. Her throat seemed to be closing up, and her long hands groped the table. Her eyes were wide, open, and sightless. She seemed to be in a mixture of trying to wake but totally unconscious. She needed air. Just then, he remembered. She had been lying under a poinsettia bush! She must have inhaled that poison at some time while she was under it. That’s what was making her choke.
“Ooh, she’s dying. Well, the less I- I mean WE have to do for it.”
“No, get me the incense of a violet. Immediately.”
“Y-yes Lord Sesshoumaru.” With a mighty wave of his staff, he produced a light bouquet of violets. He handed them to Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru peeled back the petals and allowed a drop of the nectar into her throat. He placed the stem in one of her flailing hands, and used the petals to cover her wounds. Within a few seconds, her flailing ceased. She exhaled greatly, and began to breathe somewhat normally. Her lips curved into a smile as dreams filled her thoughts. Her hand let go of the violet stem, and it lightly fell to the floor.
“Lord Sesshoumaru? That flower from my stores. What was in it? No ordinary violet could do that.”
“I got it from some holy abbot in the mountains. He practically forced it upon me and said I would need it.”
“Where did you find the creature? Should we start a day-care center for all the pets you’ve been bringing home lately, sir?” As soon as he’d said it, he clamped his hands over his beak with fear in his eyes.
“Leave my presence, Jaken.”
“Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru.” He almost ran outside.
Sesshoumaru lifted the petals, and noticed the festering wounds subsiding and healing. The skin seemed to be sizzling back to the perfection of a newborn babes’.