A new fanfic, and I haven't even posted chapter two of Taking Control
yet.man.I'm just piling on the work for myself, aren't I? Oh, well, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it weren't true, I, Densetsu Unmei, in no way, shape or form, own Inu-Yasha and co., or their copyrights. They belong solely to the great and powerful genius Rumiko Takahashi.
Okay.Now, Onto the story.
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Chapter one: Wandering
Her stomach growled, complaining of the misery of its hunger. She ignored the pangs of emptiness in her stomach and kept on walking. She had been walking non-stop for almost two days now. Her broken heart refused her any allowance of sleep, and she was so numb from the pain of loss, that she couldn't feel her own throbbing feet. She had become slightly delirious in her wanderings, seeing demons that weren't there and shooting at them with a bow that she did not have in her possession. Hearing her stomach growl once again, she raised her imagined bow and shot at the imagined creature in front of her that had made the noise. Smirking in the satisfaction of killing yet another demon with one expertly aimed arrow, she continued on her path.
The tears had stopped flowing over a day ago. She just didn't have any tears left. Of course, being in denial as she was, she wouldn't have cried for him anyway. He didn't leave me. She reassured herself. He just went on a visit. Soon, he'll come to find me, and then, he'll tell me how much he loves me and how sorry he was that he hadn't come sooner. She nodded to herself in satisfaction at this thought. Yes, that's exactly what he'll do, and then.and then I can tell him how much I love him as well.
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He had been following her for the past day. Her behavior intrigued him. Over the course of the past several hours, she had been mumbling incoherently to herself and shooting an arrow into the forest occasionally, a satisfied grin appearing on her face always afterwards. She wasn't in the best of condition, as he could plainly see. Her hair hung limply from her head. She, apparently, hadn't bathed in days. Her clothes were in tatters. There were rips and tears everywhere in the little clothing that she wore, and the skin that didn't have the meager protection of the flimsy cloth was covered in cuts and scratches, some fresh and bleeding, others scabbing over. Her face was darker than usual, covered by a thin layer of dirt. Two streaks of slightly clean skin ran down her face where tears had run.
He jumped from the tree he was sitting in, and landed behind the miko. Being delirious as she was, she didn't notice and kept on walking forward as she had. Sesshoumaru looked at the young woman that walked just ahead of him and wondered where his half-brother was. He should have come to save her already. What could have happened for her to reek of so much sadness and despair? He thought to himself. Without a thought, he grabbed Kagome by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder, deciding to take her to his castle and help her.
Kagome, not knowing what was going on, just simply hung loosely there, over his shoulder, stroking his tail, and commenting to Inu-Yasha about how soft his hair was, and why on earth was he wearing different clothes? Soon, though, after not being given the option to walk, she fell into a fitful sleep, squirming in Sesshoumaru's grasp and yelling at Kikyo to give Inu- Yasha back to her every so often. After she started talking about a clay pot from hell that ate the souls of young women, Sesshouamru just tuned her out, not wishing to hear the ramblings of the sleeping miko any more.
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Okay.so maybe Sesshy was a little OOC, but it was still good, wasn't it? PLEASE tell me it was? Yeah.I know. It was REALLY SHORT! But this time, I PROMISE that there will be another one up sometime in the next 24 hours! And I'll keep my promise this time! I promise! Just please, you guys, PLEASE review!
~Densestu Unmei
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it weren't true, I, Densetsu Unmei, in no way, shape or form, own Inu-Yasha and co., or their copyrights. They belong solely to the great and powerful genius Rumiko Takahashi.
Okay.Now, Onto the story.
~*~*~*~
Chapter one: Wandering
Her stomach growled, complaining of the misery of its hunger. She ignored the pangs of emptiness in her stomach and kept on walking. She had been walking non-stop for almost two days now. Her broken heart refused her any allowance of sleep, and she was so numb from the pain of loss, that she couldn't feel her own throbbing feet. She had become slightly delirious in her wanderings, seeing demons that weren't there and shooting at them with a bow that she did not have in her possession. Hearing her stomach growl once again, she raised her imagined bow and shot at the imagined creature in front of her that had made the noise. Smirking in the satisfaction of killing yet another demon with one expertly aimed arrow, she continued on her path.
The tears had stopped flowing over a day ago. She just didn't have any tears left. Of course, being in denial as she was, she wouldn't have cried for him anyway. He didn't leave me. She reassured herself. He just went on a visit. Soon, he'll come to find me, and then, he'll tell me how much he loves me and how sorry he was that he hadn't come sooner. She nodded to herself in satisfaction at this thought. Yes, that's exactly what he'll do, and then.and then I can tell him how much I love him as well.
~*~*~*~
He had been following her for the past day. Her behavior intrigued him. Over the course of the past several hours, she had been mumbling incoherently to herself and shooting an arrow into the forest occasionally, a satisfied grin appearing on her face always afterwards. She wasn't in the best of condition, as he could plainly see. Her hair hung limply from her head. She, apparently, hadn't bathed in days. Her clothes were in tatters. There were rips and tears everywhere in the little clothing that she wore, and the skin that didn't have the meager protection of the flimsy cloth was covered in cuts and scratches, some fresh and bleeding, others scabbing over. Her face was darker than usual, covered by a thin layer of dirt. Two streaks of slightly clean skin ran down her face where tears had run.
He jumped from the tree he was sitting in, and landed behind the miko. Being delirious as she was, she didn't notice and kept on walking forward as she had. Sesshoumaru looked at the young woman that walked just ahead of him and wondered where his half-brother was. He should have come to save her already. What could have happened for her to reek of so much sadness and despair? He thought to himself. Without a thought, he grabbed Kagome by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder, deciding to take her to his castle and help her.
Kagome, not knowing what was going on, just simply hung loosely there, over his shoulder, stroking his tail, and commenting to Inu-Yasha about how soft his hair was, and why on earth was he wearing different clothes? Soon, though, after not being given the option to walk, she fell into a fitful sleep, squirming in Sesshoumaru's grasp and yelling at Kikyo to give Inu- Yasha back to her every so often. After she started talking about a clay pot from hell that ate the souls of young women, Sesshouamru just tuned her out, not wishing to hear the ramblings of the sleeping miko any more.
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Okay.so maybe Sesshy was a little OOC, but it was still good, wasn't it? PLEASE tell me it was? Yeah.I know. It was REALLY SHORT! But this time, I PROMISE that there will be another one up sometime in the next 24 hours! And I'll keep my promise this time! I promise! Just please, you guys, PLEASE review!
~Densestu Unmei