InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wrong Again ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Golden Foxfyre 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.05.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 992 | Visits: 496 | Status: Work In Progress
Watching...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.05.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 992 | Visits: 496 | Status: Work In Progress
Wrong Again
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round... Oh! I don't own Inuyasha.
Chapter 1
The lightening sky alerted the hanyou to the coming dawn. He sighed in relief as he knew that his time as a human would soon be over. It was such a dangerous time for him, the day and night of the new moon. The sun slowly rose over the horizon, bathing him in a golden light. This caused the now-familiar tingle to run through his blood as the human began to recede and the youkai to resurface. A slight pain ran through him as muscle and bone began to resume their hanyou shape.
Violet eyes shifted to gold and his fingernails lengthened into strong claws. His ears grew long, traveling up to the top of his head, restoring the inu-ears to their rightful place. Black hair faded into silver-white, from the roots down. Heightened senses were restored and he sighed in relief.
He leapt from his perch, easily landing on the ground. This forest was familiar to him, and the towering Goshinboku felt secure and comforting. He quickly hunted down his breakfast, supplementing the meat with a few edible herbs. Then he turned his attention to the edge of the forest.
Sharp golden eyes watched the day-to-day life of the village barely fifteen minutes' walk from the forest he had begun to call home. His gaze traveled to the shrine near the edge of the village, to what he knew was kept there. 'If I manage to steal the Shikon no Tama, I'll become a full youkai. I'll finally be able to go back. Sesshomaru will accept me that way.'
The village priestess posed a bit of a problem, though. She was indeed a powerful miko, but he had no wish to hurt her. Even though she guarded the Shikon Jewel against all who wanted to posses it, he felt like he understood her struggle. All he wanted was the jewel, and then he would leave the village and its priestess in peace. The idea of harming a woman turned his stomach. Even the idea of attacking the village was unsettling. He didn't want to be in the same category as those despicable ronin that had orphaned him. Destroying something to gain something was counterproductive. He would wait.
Sometime around early afternoon, the priestess entered the forest in search of the healing herbs that were beginning to run low in her supply. Inuyasha took to the trees, following her while carefully staying out of bow shot.
The priestess sat in a clearing, her white chihaya and red habakama a brilliant contrast against the summer green grass. "I know you're there, Inuyasha. Why don't you come down?"
Inuyasha pushed himself out of the tangle of branches then leapt to the ground. He crouched next to her, just out of reach. While they had never tried to kill each other, he was unsure of getting too close.
Kikyo sighed. "We've never been so close before." Her gaze remained in front of her, while her hand lingered near her bow.
"So what?" he snorted. The hanyou kept a careful eye on that hand near the bow. His muscles remained tense, ready to leap away at a moment's notice.
"Inuyasha, do I look human to you?" she abruptly queried.
"What? What kind of garbage is that?" the hanyou demanded, leaning further away from her.
Dark eyes turned to him. "I can't show a moment's weakness or hesitation to anyone. If that happened, the youkai would take me. I am human, but I mustn't be. That's why I can't kill you, for you also fight your humanity."
"Feh!" Inuyasha snorted. "Why should I care about your whining?"
Kikyo sighed again, her eyes revealing her loneliness, her pain. "I suppose we're more different than I thought."
He noticed the sad and alone expression on her face in addition to the nearly tangible emotions in her eyes. His ears flattened. Why did he feel like he'd just been stabbed? Inuyasha finally managed to get his emotions under control. "Are you all right?" His gruff tone surprised him; maybe his emotions were closer to the surface than he thought.
Stormy eyes met golden ones. "Just alone. I am set apart from others, by my heritage, just as you are."
"Keh. Don't get choked up about it, wench. At least your kind doesn't turn against you." Silvery-white ears twitched, catching the sound of someone approaching. Inuyasha quickly leapt into the trees, hiding himself amidst the dense foliage and twisting branches.
"Kikyo, there you are." a young, feminine voice declared. "Someone's hurt, they need your help!"
The priestess rose. "Calm down, Kaede. You must show me where."
They walked away, but Kaede cast a glance over her shoulder. She'd seen him. 'He has inu ears. That's kind of cute.'
Inuyasha blinked in surprise. The girl had seen him and hadn't raised a fuss about him being nearby. He thought she would be terrified of him because he was a hanyou. 'Damn it, I can't think about that now. I have to go to Kasan's village.' He thought of it as such because a village had sprung up around the daymio's mansion, leaving a good quarter mile between the nearest well-built huts and the mansion. 'If I don't leave something, my uncle will get worried.' He leapt from the tree, racing back to the place he avoided for most of the year.
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round... Oh! I don't own Inuyasha.
Chapter 1
The lightening sky alerted the hanyou to the coming dawn. He sighed in relief as he knew that his time as a human would soon be over. It was such a dangerous time for him, the day and night of the new moon. The sun slowly rose over the horizon, bathing him in a golden light. This caused the now-familiar tingle to run through his blood as the human began to recede and the youkai to resurface. A slight pain ran through him as muscle and bone began to resume their hanyou shape.
Violet eyes shifted to gold and his fingernails lengthened into strong claws. His ears grew long, traveling up to the top of his head, restoring the inu-ears to their rightful place. Black hair faded into silver-white, from the roots down. Heightened senses were restored and he sighed in relief.
He leapt from his perch, easily landing on the ground. This forest was familiar to him, and the towering Goshinboku felt secure and comforting. He quickly hunted down his breakfast, supplementing the meat with a few edible herbs. Then he turned his attention to the edge of the forest.
Sharp golden eyes watched the day-to-day life of the village barely fifteen minutes' walk from the forest he had begun to call home. His gaze traveled to the shrine near the edge of the village, to what he knew was kept there. 'If I manage to steal the Shikon no Tama, I'll become a full youkai. I'll finally be able to go back. Sesshomaru will accept me that way.'
The village priestess posed a bit of a problem, though. She was indeed a powerful miko, but he had no wish to hurt her. Even though she guarded the Shikon Jewel against all who wanted to posses it, he felt like he understood her struggle. All he wanted was the jewel, and then he would leave the village and its priestess in peace. The idea of harming a woman turned his stomach. Even the idea of attacking the village was unsettling. He didn't want to be in the same category as those despicable ronin that had orphaned him. Destroying something to gain something was counterproductive. He would wait.
Sometime around early afternoon, the priestess entered the forest in search of the healing herbs that were beginning to run low in her supply. Inuyasha took to the trees, following her while carefully staying out of bow shot.
The priestess sat in a clearing, her white chihaya and red habakama a brilliant contrast against the summer green grass. "I know you're there, Inuyasha. Why don't you come down?"
Inuyasha pushed himself out of the tangle of branches then leapt to the ground. He crouched next to her, just out of reach. While they had never tried to kill each other, he was unsure of getting too close.
Kikyo sighed. "We've never been so close before." Her gaze remained in front of her, while her hand lingered near her bow.
"So what?" he snorted. The hanyou kept a careful eye on that hand near the bow. His muscles remained tense, ready to leap away at a moment's notice.
"Inuyasha, do I look human to you?" she abruptly queried.
"What? What kind of garbage is that?" the hanyou demanded, leaning further away from her.
Dark eyes turned to him. "I can't show a moment's weakness or hesitation to anyone. If that happened, the youkai would take me. I am human, but I mustn't be. That's why I can't kill you, for you also fight your humanity."
"Feh!" Inuyasha snorted. "Why should I care about your whining?"
Kikyo sighed again, her eyes revealing her loneliness, her pain. "I suppose we're more different than I thought."
He noticed the sad and alone expression on her face in addition to the nearly tangible emotions in her eyes. His ears flattened. Why did he feel like he'd just been stabbed? Inuyasha finally managed to get his emotions under control. "Are you all right?" His gruff tone surprised him; maybe his emotions were closer to the surface than he thought.
Stormy eyes met golden ones. "Just alone. I am set apart from others, by my heritage, just as you are."
"Keh. Don't get choked up about it, wench. At least your kind doesn't turn against you." Silvery-white ears twitched, catching the sound of someone approaching. Inuyasha quickly leapt into the trees, hiding himself amidst the dense foliage and twisting branches.
"Kikyo, there you are." a young, feminine voice declared. "Someone's hurt, they need your help!"
The priestess rose. "Calm down, Kaede. You must show me where."
They walked away, but Kaede cast a glance over her shoulder. She'd seen him. 'He has inu ears. That's kind of cute.'
Inuyasha blinked in surprise. The girl had seen him and hadn't raised a fuss about him being nearby. He thought she would be terrified of him because he was a hanyou. 'Damn it, I can't think about that now. I have to go to Kasan's village.' He thought of it as such because a village had sprung up around the daymio's mansion, leaving a good quarter mile between the nearest well-built huts and the mansion. 'If I don't leave something, my uncle will get worried.' He leapt from the tree, racing back to the place he avoided for most of the year.