Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Every Rose Has It's Thorn ❯ Past and Present ( Chapter 1 )

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn.
-Every Rose Has It's Thorn, Poison



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Every Rose Has It's Thorn
Chapter#1

She ran as fast as she could. Not caring about the pounding rain, or the countless scratches she was receiving from the various trees and bushes throughout the thick forest. She felt numb, nothing could stop her gruesome pace. Not even the murderous cramp she was receiving in her side, or the dryness of her throat and lips caused by her short, ragged breathing. Nothing mattered any more. She had never felt so hopeless, so scared, so betrayed.

That's what he did to her. He allowed her to love him, making it seem that his feelings were a reflection of her own. But it was a lie. All of it. All he ever wanted was to get at her and the damn jewel.

The endless stream of salty tears ran down her face unyieldingly. She couldn't bear it, he had hurt her more than anyone ever could. She had given all of herself to him. Her soul, her body, her heart . . . . all so he could shred them into tiny unrecognizable pieces with a single clawed hand.

But the worst part was . . . . . she loved him. She hadn't realized it until now, but she loved him. Before it had only been a speculation. She had never been absolutely sure. But now . . . despite what he did, she loved him. She was going to miss his lecherous ways, his enthusiasm about life, the way he whisper suductively in her ear, in a voice that sent unbidden thoughts to her virgin mind. And those eyes. Those molten eyes that melted her heart with each tender gaze he fixed upon her, whether false or not.

That is why she ran now. She couldn't allow herself look into those eyes and be deceived by the false emotions he held there. She didn't want to live a life of lies and betrayal. But . . . . at the same time . . . . she didn't want to live a life without him. And for that reason, she wouldn't, no, couldn't forgive him.

She fell to the ground in a tangled heap of arms and legs, her green school uniform doing nothing to cover her bare legs. She lay there sobbing, having neither the energy or the will to get up. So she remained there in the darkness of the night, the harsh rain soaking through her thin blouse and to her bones, wet ebony tresses clinging to her face.

It took all her will power to get on her hands and knees, as she crawled dejectedly toward one of the many trees. Leaning against it helplessly, her head craned back against the rough tree bark as she looked through the tree branches, stray drops of rain hitting her face.

She gazed to the heavens, detached from everything around her, an unknown feeling welling up inside her. Building until the pressure broke all barriers, screaming into the night. "Damn you Youko! Damn you for doing this to me!" New tears rolled down her face, tears of helplessness. It was then she realized what the feeling was. She hated him. She hated him because she couldn't help but love him. And it made her hurt all the more.

Her head fell limply to her right, and through the blur of her tears, a realization dawned on her. There, five yards away from her, was the Bone Eaters Well. Sitting there innocently, disguising itself to be an ordinary. But she knew better, and it only fueled her fury. Had it not been for the well she would have never broke the Shikon no Tama, would have never had her soul taken from her, and most of all, she would never have met Him.

*********3 months earlier**********

He walked through the dark, dreary halls with a haughtiness that only he could display. Following the lesser demon in front of him warily. His pale form seemingly glowing in the dim lighting, giving off the ghostly impression of his lean form.

He knew not, why he was asked to come here. A fact that made his silver tail twitch in annoyance; while at the same time, his sensitive kitsune ears twitched wildly for any foreboding sounds, betraying his aloofness.

He knew that he was in a dangerous situation, but that had never been something to hold him back . . . from anything. It was in fact, something he loved. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was what he lived for, it was what he thrived on. His passion.

With out it, life lead too clear a road. The same boring routine, the same safety of home. A life he was once forced to live as he was growing up. Cooped up inside the castle walls being constantly protected, his mother always fretting about something or other. He remembered hating her then. For holding him in that prison, never letting him know what lay outside it's walls.

It wasn't until his mother died that he was let free. Letting him taste the outside world. Life had been hard for him, but that was what he loved about it. Waking up in the morning and not knowing whether or not you'll survive till that night. It gave a meaning to his life.

But soon, it was not enough. The random demons that tried to attack him became to weak, and the desperate need for food became more sparse. That was when he took up stealing . . .

He only took small things at first. A couple bowls from some poor village, maybe some rice. But soon he got bolder. Stealing from the human lords and ladies, sometimes taking more than half their stash. Not that it mattered. The wealth meant nothing, it was only for the sake of stealing that he would pull a ‘job'.

But even then, the thrill eventually wore off. He found that even if the humans did catch him (which rarely happened) they didn't give up enough off a fight to come even close to stopping him. It wasn't risky enough. It was after one of those dissapionting outings that he found Kuronue . . . .

The crow youkia was the mirror image of himself. Needing that extra risk to keep himself content. So together, they went one step higher. The stole from the youkia lords. The lesser ones at first, and gradually they worked their way up to the highest.

It was on one of those outings that he had lost his dear friend Kuronue. He had yet to forgive himself for letting it happen, and had been tempted to stay with him in his dying moment even though it would have meant his own death. But instead he had fled as Kuronue wished. And now here he was, in one of the most feared youkia's castle for Kami knows what.

The servant stopped at one of the doors, tentivaly knocking with a scaly hand. Jumping as the doors slowly opened themselves. Letting out a chilling cold that had the lesser demon shivering in a combination of both cold an fear. Looking closely, he could see two red eyes staring back at him.

"Leave us." The demon immediately obeyed, hurriedly rushing out of the room, intent on getting away from his cruel master.

A small smirk could be seen on his potential rival. Now that his kitsune eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see quite clearly. Before him stood a demon covered in a white baboons pelt, hiding his identity. Though it didn't matter to him, he knew who the man before him was, as well as the power he is capable of.

"Naraku." The name fell from his lips, neither coldly or friendly, but formal.

A chuckle could be heard, echoing eerily within the small room. " I wouldn't expect the notorious thief, Youko Kurama, to be so formal."

"What is it you want." Youko demanded, adding an edge to his voice. He didn't come here to socialize.

Hearing the edge in his voice, Naraku's amusement ended. His face twisting into one of utmost seriousness. " I have a proposition for you."

Youko's eyebrow quirked, intrigued as to what it may be. " Go on."

"I want you to steal something for me. Something very valuable. Something I must have." Naraku watched as Youko turned to leave out the door. "But I know that value doesn't matter to you. Only the chase. That is why my proposition is perfect. For both you and me."

Youko scoffed in distaste, looking over his shoulder at the infamous Naraku. His pale features set in a scowl. "How would I benefit from such a deal? You will be the only one getting what they want."

"Is that so? I must have been misinformed on your wants . . ." Youko continued his way out the door. "I was under the impression that you wished to steal something that would actually be a challenge for someone who is as great a theif as you." Youko stopped, his hand hovering over the shoji screen.

A smirk tugged the corners of his lips, fangs gleaming in the little light there was. Anticipation gleaming in his molten eyes. "And where would this item be?" It was decided. All he needed to know now was who was to be his prey . . .


First YYH/IY story! I'm sooooooo excited! I have the plot figured out and everything! A plot, that I may add, belongs to ME!!!! Whahahahahahaha! Even though neither of the shows belong to me. . . . . . but we'll just ignore that little factor and keep celebrating! Please R&R because it makes me happy! And we like it when I'm happy!