InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Transcending Time ❯ Before The Dawn.. ( Chapter 5 )

Rating:NC-17DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE, AND OTHER GRUESOME SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE!!!)

Disclaimer:I don't own any of Rumiko Takahashi's characters used and/or mentioned in this story. Honestly do you honestly think I'd be writing measly fan fiction if I owned Inuyasha, come on use freaking common sense!!!

Pairings:Inuyasha X Kagome X Sesshoumaru

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Transcending Time

Chapter Five:

Before The Dawn…

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Warm gentle sunlit rays began to creep into the marble temple, chasing the darkness of the night for another day.

 

The world was peaceful and radiant in the early mornings, despite the cruel foreshadowing of raging sweltering heat that was soon to come. No, at this moment the desert was at peace, even with the meanest roughest of men being slowly roused from the warm comforting recesses of sleep.

 

“Holy fuck Otoko, what's with all these fucking seals? And why the hell does my head hurt?” loudly demanded an extremely aggravated god, whose upper tanned perfectly sculpted torso was open towards the word. His white pearly hair hung down his back, swaying as he walked and his chest's only coverings were from the three extremely ornate thick jeweled gold necklaces that tinkled whenever he moved his body just so. Now this is not to mention his lower body that was only covered in a simple cool linen kilt of the purest white with gold embroidery at the edges. All-in-all the white and gold provided a heavenly contrast with the chiseled tanned flesh of his being.

 

Miroku groggily awoke with the harsh yelling which echoed in the hallways `what the…' in inwardly thought, his mind had yet to catch up to the previous day's events. But when he slowly opened his eyes and his vision cleared to look upon two firm angry honey gold orbs not five inches from his own sleep ridden face.

 

“Holy mother of…” exclaimed Miroku as he scooted off the futon and falling to the floor in an unceremonious slump.

 

“I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you…” warned Inuyasha, the small fuzzy triangles on his head - that served as his ears - twitched at annoyance. The man lying below him in an unscrupulous heap was not Otoko… but if it was not Otoko… then who the hell could he be...`he smells like Otoko…sort of…'

 

“Umm…” began Miroku, unsure of how to continue “how did you get out of my seals?”

 

Inuyasha who had moved his attention onto something else, flicked his honey gaze back onto the frightened priest before him “it wasn't hard” he said as if it explained anything.

 

`Well that's helpful…' inwardly huffed Miroku. Quickly he rose to his feet hoping to put some distance between him and the angered god, but well so much for those plans.

 

Inuyasha could sense the priest was unnerved being so close to him, hell it was usual and expected. So without a care in the world, he hooked one clawed finger in the collar of the priests' robes and dragged him back, nearly throwing him back on the futon.

 

“Now Otoko…” began Inuyasha, his patience wearing thin “Why the fuck are two girls here and why the hell do you smell different?”

 

“Umm… I'm not Otoko...”

 

Inuyasha glared at the man who claimed to not be Otoko, his loyal follower. “Then who are you and why do you smell like Otoko…”

 

“I'm his son”

 

`Well that explains it…wait… Otoko didn't have kids…' slowly the sleeping gears in Inuyasha's mind began to turn, “You can't be his son, Otoko didn't have…”

 

“You were asleep Inuyasha…”

 

“I know that!” exclaimed the frustrated god.

 

“For fifty years…” finished Miroku, he too growing agitated by this rude half-god.

 

Inuyasha balked… `Fifty years…' his mind could not comprehend that he had been asleep… it just was not true. This priest was lying… except… Inuyasha would know if he was lying… he would know.

 

Huffing Inuyasha stormed out of the marble temple, he needed time to sort this out… and if being asleep for fifty years made his mind short out… why did the temple smell of fresh blood?

 

Miroku sighed partially in relief and partially in anger. He had no idea how his father could deal with such a rude idiotic being, let alone worship him. Mysteries seemed to plague his life lately and it seemed they would not stop appearing now.

 

“What's all that about…?” questioned a half awake Rin who was rubbing her sleep filled eyes with the back of her pale hand.

 

“Nothing, just Inuyasha having a temper tantrum…”

 

“Ahh… some temper tantrum… he looked like he was about to break something” commented Rin.

 

`Attentive girl…' inwardly mused Miroku “Ah…yes… about that, well no need to worry, are you hungry?” hopefully her still sleep ridden mind would not catch him trying to skirt around the subject.

 

Unfortunately she did catch it, but decided it was best to ignore it…for now… “ya, I kinda am…”

 

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A/N: Ok well here is FINALLY an update. And well I apologize that it's so short but well, beggars can't be choosers ne? Well anyway I'm sorry for my lack of updating this story, and it will remain being sporadic updates and being on hold. But I will try…