InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wall Paper ❯ Proluge ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I clenched my fist, till my knuckles bled white. I could feel my fingernails biting into my flesh; fresh blood puckering to the surface of my wounds. But I was too cold to even care.

Eddies of snow blanketed the air, dusting the swell of my bangs and the outward edges of my ears. I had forgotten my hat and gloves back at home; I hadn't expected the feudal era to banked with snow and ice.

It was warm just beyond the well.

I regretted my cocky impudence; my disregard of Inuyahsa's premotions. He had smelled the sharp edge of ice in the air from the well house. A smell so poignant - "I can smell it like blood." I brushed his comment off, assuming it to just be the nervous apprehenion of battle speaking. After all the winter in Kyoto had been mild.

I pulled the billowed sleeves of Inuyasha's firerat coat closer to my body, trying to embrace the surrendered heat of his body. He had smelt Kikyo-
the reposed scent of clay and ashes; felt the inexorable draw of her resurrected spirit. I was young, naive; barely sixteen. My senses were dulled, blunt; tainted by my human lineage. He thought that I couldn't sense her; feel the pulaste of our kindred souls. I was only her recarnation after all. . . .

He dug his heels into the frozen earth and smelt the air. "I'll be back . . . . wait here Kagome, and don't go running off with that mangy wolf." He barked. I would have refused;
resisted . . . . reminded him of the dead miko's persistence to drag him to back to hell with her, laughed at the last part, but the vehmence edged in voice stopped me. I just nodded numbly, shivering against the cold, and watched him leave as he sped off at dizzing hieghts.







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