Dragon Demon
I want to thank everyone for the reviews so far, and I ask that you please forgive me for the block of paragraph that I had, but I was new to the system of ff.net, and I thought it would let me fix things after it was uploaded. I guess I was wrong. I've gone back over it and fixed the entire thing so that it is easier for the eyes. Thankyou!
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Inuyasha and the other characters, but I don't (darn!) but hey, if I owned them, I would probably transform them into modern day school friends.
Chapter 1
The first time I saw him, the exact day we first met, I had simply been striding by, hoping to leave this interesting little village in its wake, and head to the mountains to meditate and earn a little peace. He was small, seven years of age perhaps, and had button like golden eyes, and long fine silky white hair that wrapped around round puppy ears like a mother to a child. The dear child was beautiful indeed but in a crisis I didn't think was fit for something of his age. There he was thrown, strewn of all of his clothing 'cept the coverage of his loins, and his face was marked with both tears and blood from the scent of it.
Dear child.
The villagers were all gathered around him, each with a torch lighting this dreary autumn night, were screaming at him as if he were a pagan, stomping their feet, and poking their sharp staffs at him every time he tried to escape. The poor thing was frightened close to death, and I couldn't help but wonder where the dear thing's mother was. The villagers were beginning to scream louder, things I thought not fit for the human mind to desire.
Yet here they were screaming such things as "Kill it, the little beast! Or he will kill us!" or "Is the rope ready for hanging!" Such things they wished of for such a small child, whom most likely didn't know what they wanted to do to him in the first place. Even the children of the village were screaming with their parents to kill the child.
Hanyou.
That's what he was. Half demon and well cared for by his parents from the look. But why was he without clothing. Had these demon-like human's torn them from his body, thinking they were too good for him, or just to watch his skin shrivel when he was burned. Any how, I could not walk away. Those golden eyes pleaded to me, to help him, although he knew not the extent of the trouble he was in.
Dear child.
I stepped up and shoved through the crowds of rioters, such blood lusty beings, to the extent to where they were like the evilest of demon's.
They knew not what I was, to them I was simply human.and I looked it. My hair was long and black, fitting for the normal woman these days, and tied back in a long sleek braid to the appearance. My face was clean, with a peaked nose and high cheek bones, and brown eyes that glared gold in the sun. My dress was simple: baggy black breeches that swung out in round swoops like small umbrellas at my legs. Could probably hold enough water to keep a camel going, and my jacket was simple and red, with the embroidery of a black dragon upon it's back. I did have black wrist wraps that also wrapped cleanly around my middle fingers, and simple loose slippers that could be pulled off or on at the take of a moment. I wore no jewelry.didn't believe in it really. and the only pieces of me showing not human, was the small fangs in my mouth and the irregularly sharp claws upon my hands. I wore my trusty staff upon my back, and the ancient dragon claw sword.the sword with a real dragon's eye held in the sharp talons of a dragon's paw. My sword, another trust possession and almost impossible to master, but I'd found a way. My appearance I supposed was usual, they didn't look at me as if I were evil, just simply wondered what I was doing here. I could hear their thoughts in my head, vivid pictures that I lured from their minds.
These people knew not that I was demon, but they did know that the young boy before me was a hanyou and that he had the strength to destroy an army of their soldiers.they believed he'd done it before at least. I saw that they had only seen him coming from the area of the battle, were over one hundred of their warriors lay mangled in a heap. But they had not gone to bury them.why? It was disrespect and yet these maggots left their dead out in the open, for other demon's lower than the royal and pure to devour their bodies.just to get this child first. Had they no decency?
"Out of the way woman.you stand in our way of the death of this demon!"
I turned from the small child I had watched, to match the eyes of he that spoke. An older man than would have appeared, he had short black hair and armor.a general of the army slaughtered. Why wasn't he?
"Leave or die!" He shouted in my face without fear.but I did not once flinch, or so much as even draw back my glare.
I simply stood there, letting my eyes pierce through his. I could sense his fear now.he didn't know why I did not move, and I even saw images of his thoughts to where he would try to kill me if I didn't move. Did they hate this child that much?
"Leave now girl or you will die with it!" Another woman shouted.
"You are either his enemy or ours." Another man yelled. What was with these people?
"I will not leave." I told them calmly.I had found that staying calm scared humans the most, for they feared.and then hated that of which they did not want to understand.
"Then you are our enemy." Said the general.
"What kind of demon's are you?" I asked. I wanted to see their reply. They were confused.
"Demons, we are not demons. That child there is." Another woman replied. I still remained calm.
"What has this young being ever done to you?" Again silence.
"He has slaughtered our men." The general replied. A fool.
"Did you witness it?" I asked.
No reply. I could see they searching their memories, looking for something they could use as proof for me. But they found none.
"That thing has been darkening this village ever since he came here!" Shouted one man.
"What has he done?" Was my inquiry.
Again silence, before another reply.
"He has frightened our children." A woman said.
"And you try to kill this boy because of fear?" I was raising the questions these stupid human's had hidden away in their hatred of this half and half being.
"He also hurt our children." This was a lie.
"How?" I asked.
"He threw a stone at him!" A stone. That was all. I turned to the poor thing, his knees supporting his weight, and his ears drooped in desperation. I saw the images passing through his head. The children had attacked him first, attacked him because they were poisoned by their parents words. And the poor thing had only fought back to protect himself. I noticed quite a few bruises decorated over his tiny body.
"And did not your children attack him first?" I asked.
"No!" The were naïve.
Didn't even know how their children acted around the poor thing.
"In any case, you are not killing this boy. If you hate him so much, I will take him with me." I said this, because the flash of images that coated the dear things mind, was that of a dead mother, and a father he had never met. The mother had died of a disease I could see. This really was a poor child.
"You can't!" One shouted.
"I can't?" I asked sarcastically. "Why not?"
"Because he has caused to much trouble to us." The same one replied.
"You can't stop me from taking him you know." I told them.
"How come?" The general asked. "We have powerful forces." He was lying. All of his forces were dead on the maggot infested battle field.
"You have no forces. Each lies dead out of their grave." Everything went silent after an all together gasp. They were wondering how I knew.
"You should leave this boy to me and clean up the battlefield. You will be cursed by their spirits if you don't." I replied. They still did not answer. I turned from their gawking faces, to the little silver haired boy before me.
"Come with me young one, I'll take you away from here." He watched me wide eyed, (I could see one was swollen shut with a bruise). He had been severely beaten.
"My mother." He whispered with a tiny little voice. I knew what he meant. Her body was still lying on her death bed.
"We'll take her with us." I told him, as I held out my hand for him to take. He did and I pulled him to his feet. "Take me to your mother."
*How was that? If there are still problems please e-mail me on them. If there are any problems with periods not belonging where they are, know that I did not set them there, but I think my computer itself did in the upload. Please over look these if you find them. Thankyou!*
I want to thank everyone for the reviews so far, and I ask that you please forgive me for the block of paragraph that I had, but I was new to the system of ff.net, and I thought it would let me fix things after it was uploaded. I guess I was wrong. I've gone back over it and fixed the entire thing so that it is easier for the eyes. Thankyou!
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Inuyasha and the other characters, but I don't (darn!) but hey, if I owned them, I would probably transform them into modern day school friends.
Chapter 1
The first time I saw him, the exact day we first met, I had simply been striding by, hoping to leave this interesting little village in its wake, and head to the mountains to meditate and earn a little peace. He was small, seven years of age perhaps, and had button like golden eyes, and long fine silky white hair that wrapped around round puppy ears like a mother to a child. The dear child was beautiful indeed but in a crisis I didn't think was fit for something of his age. There he was thrown, strewn of all of his clothing 'cept the coverage of his loins, and his face was marked with both tears and blood from the scent of it.
Dear child.
The villagers were all gathered around him, each with a torch lighting this dreary autumn night, were screaming at him as if he were a pagan, stomping their feet, and poking their sharp staffs at him every time he tried to escape. The poor thing was frightened close to death, and I couldn't help but wonder where the dear thing's mother was. The villagers were beginning to scream louder, things I thought not fit for the human mind to desire.
Yet here they were screaming such things as "Kill it, the little beast! Or he will kill us!" or "Is the rope ready for hanging!" Such things they wished of for such a small child, whom most likely didn't know what they wanted to do to him in the first place. Even the children of the village were screaming with their parents to kill the child.
Hanyou.
That's what he was. Half demon and well cared for by his parents from the look. But why was he without clothing. Had these demon-like human's torn them from his body, thinking they were too good for him, or just to watch his skin shrivel when he was burned. Any how, I could not walk away. Those golden eyes pleaded to me, to help him, although he knew not the extent of the trouble he was in.
Dear child.
I stepped up and shoved through the crowds of rioters, such blood lusty beings, to the extent to where they were like the evilest of demon's.
They knew not what I was, to them I was simply human.and I looked it. My hair was long and black, fitting for the normal woman these days, and tied back in a long sleek braid to the appearance. My face was clean, with a peaked nose and high cheek bones, and brown eyes that glared gold in the sun. My dress was simple: baggy black breeches that swung out in round swoops like small umbrellas at my legs. Could probably hold enough water to keep a camel going, and my jacket was simple and red, with the embroidery of a black dragon upon it's back. I did have black wrist wraps that also wrapped cleanly around my middle fingers, and simple loose slippers that could be pulled off or on at the take of a moment. I wore no jewelry.didn't believe in it really. and the only pieces of me showing not human, was the small fangs in my mouth and the irregularly sharp claws upon my hands. I wore my trusty staff upon my back, and the ancient dragon claw sword.the sword with a real dragon's eye held in the sharp talons of a dragon's paw. My sword, another trust possession and almost impossible to master, but I'd found a way. My appearance I supposed was usual, they didn't look at me as if I were evil, just simply wondered what I was doing here. I could hear their thoughts in my head, vivid pictures that I lured from their minds.
These people knew not that I was demon, but they did know that the young boy before me was a hanyou and that he had the strength to destroy an army of their soldiers.they believed he'd done it before at least. I saw that they had only seen him coming from the area of the battle, were over one hundred of their warriors lay mangled in a heap. But they had not gone to bury them.why? It was disrespect and yet these maggots left their dead out in the open, for other demon's lower than the royal and pure to devour their bodies.just to get this child first. Had they no decency?
"Out of the way woman.you stand in our way of the death of this demon!"
I turned from the small child I had watched, to match the eyes of he that spoke. An older man than would have appeared, he had short black hair and armor.a general of the army slaughtered. Why wasn't he?
"Leave or die!" He shouted in my face without fear.but I did not once flinch, or so much as even draw back my glare.
I simply stood there, letting my eyes pierce through his. I could sense his fear now.he didn't know why I did not move, and I even saw images of his thoughts to where he would try to kill me if I didn't move. Did they hate this child that much?
"Leave now girl or you will die with it!" Another woman shouted.
"You are either his enemy or ours." Another man yelled. What was with these people?
"I will not leave." I told them calmly.I had found that staying calm scared humans the most, for they feared.and then hated that of which they did not want to understand.
"Then you are our enemy." Said the general.
"What kind of demon's are you?" I asked. I wanted to see their reply. They were confused.
"Demons, we are not demons. That child there is." Another woman replied. I still remained calm.
"What has this young being ever done to you?" Again silence.
"He has slaughtered our men." The general replied. A fool.
"Did you witness it?" I asked.
No reply. I could see they searching their memories, looking for something they could use as proof for me. But they found none.
"That thing has been darkening this village ever since he came here!" Shouted one man.
"What has he done?" Was my inquiry.
Again silence, before another reply.
"He has frightened our children." A woman said.
"And you try to kill this boy because of fear?" I was raising the questions these stupid human's had hidden away in their hatred of this half and half being.
"He also hurt our children." This was a lie.
"How?" I asked.
"He threw a stone at him!" A stone. That was all. I turned to the poor thing, his knees supporting his weight, and his ears drooped in desperation. I saw the images passing through his head. The children had attacked him first, attacked him because they were poisoned by their parents words. And the poor thing had only fought back to protect himself. I noticed quite a few bruises decorated over his tiny body.
"And did not your children attack him first?" I asked.
"No!" The were naïve.
Didn't even know how their children acted around the poor thing.
"In any case, you are not killing this boy. If you hate him so much, I will take him with me." I said this, because the flash of images that coated the dear things mind, was that of a dead mother, and a father he had never met. The mother had died of a disease I could see. This really was a poor child.
"You can't!" One shouted.
"I can't?" I asked sarcastically. "Why not?"
"Because he has caused to much trouble to us." The same one replied.
"You can't stop me from taking him you know." I told them.
"How come?" The general asked. "We have powerful forces." He was lying. All of his forces were dead on the maggot infested battle field.
"You have no forces. Each lies dead out of their grave." Everything went silent after an all together gasp. They were wondering how I knew.
"You should leave this boy to me and clean up the battlefield. You will be cursed by their spirits if you don't." I replied. They still did not answer. I turned from their gawking faces, to the little silver haired boy before me.
"Come with me young one, I'll take you away from here." He watched me wide eyed, (I could see one was swollen shut with a bruise). He had been severely beaten.
"My mother." He whispered with a tiny little voice. I knew what he meant. Her body was still lying on her death bed.
"We'll take her with us." I told him, as I held out my hand for him to take. He did and I pulled him to his feet. "Take me to your mother."
*How was that? If there are still problems please e-mail me on them. If there are any problems with periods not belonging where they are, know that I did not set them there, but I think my computer itself did in the upload. Please over look these if you find them. Thankyou!*