InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twist and Click ❯ Nightly Stroll ( Chapter 1 )

Luna: I got this idea when I borrowed Veron's Shakira CD

 

Veron: *nods*

 

Luna: We both adore this song, and I thought it'd be fun if I did an AU two-shot to it.

 

Veron: So enjoy!

 

Disclaimer: I own the story. The song Ojo's Asi belongs to Shakira and the Inuyasha-Gumi belongs to the manga queen, Takahashi-San. ^_^

 

~*~ Chapter One: Nightly Stroll

 

Kagome smiled as she pulled away the cardboard box from her disposable camera. Her blue gray eyes glinted in happiness under the pale light of the fading sunset. She may not be able to buy a fancy camera like a lot of the photographing purists, but she could afford a drug store camera. And that was enough for her, as long as her passion for looking through the lens could be quenched, she didn't care what camera she used.

 

With a sigh of contentment, the young twenty-something stretched, her back arching as lithe as a cat. Standing, she slid her new found contraption into her purse and quickly tied her ebony tresses into a pony tail before placing a hat over her head and threading her pony tail through the back. Time to get clicking, with a quick good bye to her lazy cat Buyo, she practically ran out the door and out into the streets.

 

~

 

She hummed along to the tune that played endlessly on her CD player, the woman's voice making her lips upturn into smile, her hips swaying to the drum's beats.

 

Oh you know I have seen a sky without sun

 

A man with no nation

 

Saints captive in chains

 

A song with no name for lack of imagination

 

And I have seen…darker then ebony

 

And now it seems that I without your eyes could never be

 

Her eyes glowed as the midnight darkness of the sky overpowered the light blue of day, the stars twinkling as the watched over the lands below them. There, was a statue up ahead. It was a woman; she was an older woman made of iron, her eyes in half slits as she sat on an old rocking chair. A book was open upon her lap and a tiny child was upon her book. A live child.

 

The child looked lost and forlorn, his aquamarine eyes glittering with tears in the moonlight, his fiery red hair tied in a neat ponytail on his head by a teal ribbon. His tiny hands muffled his sobs, making his fox tail curl about him protectively.

 

Twist.

 

And click.

 

Kagome quickly moved her head phones behind her ears and ran up toward the weeping boy. Her arms outstretched toward him and her face reassuring.

 

“ Hey up there!”

 

The boy sniffled and looked down, his eyes red and fear etched on his chubby cheeks.

 

“ Why are you all the way up there?”

 

“ Some bullies chased me from the playground and I ended up here.” He replied, his crying making his voice crack.

 

“ Do you have any parents?”

 

He shook his head and Kagome frowned, her worry imprinted on her features. Smiling, she scaled the iron statue and sat beside him, wrapping her arms about his small form and placing it on her lap.

 

“ Do you have a home?”

 

“ Nuh uh. I live on my own. I'm a big boy.”

 

The young woman smiled and ruffled the boy's head, cradling his body close to her.

 

“ What's your name?”

 

“ Shippo.” He snuffled, looking up through misty eyes at his savior.

 

“ I'm Kagome. I'd offer you to live with me, but I can barely support myself.”

 

The kitsune grinned and hugged the girl.

 

“ That's fine!”

 

“ If you never feel safe though, you can come to my house whenever you like. It's just down that road, the first apartment door on the first floor on the left. The building with the blue roof.”

 

“ Really?”

 

“ And I'll even give you cookies.” She winked and jumped back down to the ground, the child clinging to her white blouse and giggling all the way.

 

“ But you have to promise not to get into any mischief.”

 

“ Deal!” Shippo replied, sticking out his tiny hand for a handshake. Kagome smiled warmly, and shook his hand. Patting his head, the boy dove off, scampering off into the distance. Stopping only once before he waved and disappeared from sight.

 

Kagome laughed before gazing at her camera.

 

“ I still have a lot of shots left. I wonder if I can get them all used up before I go home to work on my essay…” She murmured, thoughtfully, tapping her fingertip to her lips.

 

~

 

The young woman watched as an older woman supervised her movers as they placed packages into a silver truck. The female had many wrinkles and an eye patch, her hands firmly placed on her hips.

 

It was then that she saw the picture.

 

A beautiful young priestess, armor secured to her body as chains kept her from reaching her sword. Kagome's heart thudded in her chest as she watched the two burly men carry it up the slope. The woman's sad black eyes, pleading toward her blade to move, her body stretching as her fingers longed for the coarse touch of the hilt…

 

Twist.

 

And click.

 

The girl moved on.

 

~

 

Wandering down the streets, the lamps lighting her way, she stopped as she saw an elderly homeless man sit alone by the curb. His clothes tattered and his only belongings consisted of a metal hammer. Walking up, he greeted her.

 

“ A bit late out for a miss like yourself to be out.”

 

“ But it is such a nice night.” She answered, her eyes smiling down at him.

 

“ It is…it is…”

 

His eyes widened as he saw the camera in her grasp. A toothy grin spread across his wrinkled face, making his eyes crinkle in recognition.

 

“ Would you believe I once was a model?”

 

“ It would surprise me.”

 

“ Eh whippersnappers these days…no respect for anything!”

 

“ I meant no offense!”

 

“ Would you take a picture of me? Make an old man smile?”

 

Kagome looked at his hopeful old face, the key chain of a black three-eyed cow dangling off of his ancient army coat. Her eyes softened and she nodded, watching with slight apprehension as she heard his bones creak as he stood up.

 

When he posed, she blinked in amazement. The man wasn't lying, the way he suddenly carried himself and kept his posture, his eyes hardening as he stared off into the distance, commanding the camera to do its best at making him look dignified and fabulous.

 

“ I'm afraid my camera won't do you any justice…” She whispered in awe as she gazed down at the cheap camera in her grasp.

 

The old man snorted his flickering at her for a moment.

 

“ It's not the kind of camera. It's the photographer and the person before the lens that matters.”

 

Twist.

 

And click.

 

“ Thank you. But…why aren't you a model anymore?”

 

“ Drafted into the army a while back. Lost a finger or two, so I couldn't even go into the family business of sword smiths. So in a sense, I lost all I had. My job and my friends, essentially my nation.”

 

“ I'm sorry.”

 

“ Don't be. Now go on your way now, you have more moments to capture I'm sure.”

 

Nodding, the young woman flounced off, her ears picking up a song that had no name, or at least a song she'd never heard of. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she kept her pace along the cracked sidewalks, his baritone voice fading as she moved further away.

 

~

 

A young woman with fierce magenta eyes and a young man sat on a bench, her head on his shoulder. The boy smiled down at her, his fingers tracing through her hair.

 

“ Sango?”

 

“ Hai?”

 

The man knelt before her on one knee, his hand digging through his black jacket. It was such a deep shade of ebony it seemed to drink in the very light around it. Bringing out a faded burgundy box, he flipped open the top. Tears glimmered into the woman's eyes.

 

“ My dear Sango, would you do this monk's honor of being my-“

 

He was cut off, as the weeping woman launched herself at him, whispering yes the whole way.

 

Twist.

 

And click.

 

She looked up, a blush gracing her delicate features as he slipped the ring onto her hand.

 

“ Yes Miroku. I will.”

 

Twist.

 

And click.

 

Kagome blinked as she hid in the shadows as they embraced, when his hand moved lower…Her camera flung out as she quickly took a photo of the young woman slapping the perverted fiancée'.

 

“ Hentai…” His lover muttered darkly, but unable to keep the smile at bay that was tugging at her lips.

 

~

 

Luna: End of chapter one!

 

Veron: It will make sense in the next chapter

 

Luna: Every encounter corresponds with the photo. A sky without sun, is when Kagome met Shippo at night. The painting of Midoriko and the owner is Kaede; the painting represents the saints captured in chains. Totosai sang the song with no name and was a man without a nation so to speak and Miroku's jacket represented the darker then ebony.

 

Luna: REVIEW!