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Inuyasha.
~~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~~
The flames were everywhere. Her mother's scream clung in the suffocating air. Where was she?! Ripping a piece of white cloth on her nightdress, she tore it, masking her mouth. It helped, yet she knew it wouldn't last long. Please, let her find her mother. A wood covered in dancing flames drops as gravity takes control. She dodges the offending wood. Not knowing. Not caring. She trudged on the once lively house, her family's house. Where was her mother! She wanted to give up. She wanted to stop and cry to vent her sorrow to Kami. Yet, she didn't stopped, her determination rewarded as the scream grew louder. Her fogged eyes searched the noise and found herself on the living room area. This was where her family would stay every Friday to watch a movie and just be a normal family. Troubles gone, only laughter could be heard at those fond days. She saw her mother, there. Her white pristine nightgown, so much like hers, was enveloped with the dark beauty of the flames.
"Mama! Mama!" she cried. Her hand reaching for her. "Mama grab my hand. Mama, please!" Her mother was clutching the family photo. Her soothed face raining down tears, as hot as the flames around them.
"All gone! All gone!" her mother cried hugging the frame furiously. She cringed at her mother's words. So, the rest were gone. Her grandpa, her father, and her brother. All of them gone.
"Mommy!" She rushed to her mother and hugged her shaken form. The flames surrounding both woman. "Don't leave me Mommy. Don't leave me." Her cries were now soft, soon it became whimpers. She just wanted it to be over. Yet fate wanted her to suffer more as she was pushed harshly by her mother.
"Leave!" her mother cried.
"NO!" she wanted to die with her family.
"Grant your mother's last wish honey," her mother said softly, her sanity back as she stood up, "Live and have kids. Have a family like ours honey. A happy family." The flames soon burned with great intensity. Her mothers last screams rang in her ears. She screamed with an overwhelming ferocity. Her family was gone. She succumbed to her failing body and reduce down to her knees. She would die here, with her family, her beloved family. She slowly falls, eyelids closed, her last sight were dark amber eyes, like the cursed inferno.
* * * * *
She wakes to a dark room. Was she dead? Is death coming for her? These were her thoughts as a large hand touched her cheeks. They were so warm, so unlike the flame which had surrounded her before. She placed her right hand over it, welcoming the warmth it radiated. She came a contented sigh. Is this how it feels when one is dead? She opens her eyes, and they laid on the most beautiful face she had ever seen. His hair was long, the color of an angel's wings. She fingered the object and it was soft. She meet his face, flawless, yet emotionless. His eyes amber held hidden gentleness. She smiled at him.
"Are you my angel?" she asked. The stoic mask formed a smile.
"Would you want me to be?" his voice held authority and male masculinity, but was soft and soothing. She nodded. "Very well." She cracked another smile.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"May I ask for what?"
"For ending my misery. Will I meet my family soon?" The angel frowns and his smile turned into a sad one. She felt a tight knot on her stomach. "What's wrong?" She was worried at what caused her angel grief.
"You won't be seeing your family for a long time." Her angel answered her solemnly. "Your still in the living." Her eyes bore acid tears. She start to shake her head furiously . No, he's lying. Then she stopped, why would my angel lie to me? My angel saved my life, should she be happy? She stopped thinking and just let her tears flow. Finally her eyes were dry. Her angel was still there. Watching her curiously. Her angel had saved her life, the life she wanted to escape, yet she couldn't stop her smile from forming. She shouldn't make her angel sad because of her. So she smiled at her savior, her angel, before falling asleep once again.
******The Next Day, The Angel's POV*********
I watched as the girl open her eyes slowly. What meet my eyes were gray, blue eyes. They had startled me at the first time I had seen it at that night. They were, dare I say it, beautiful. I haven't meet such eyes in a woman and I have met an immense amount of women. I own Youkai Corp. , one of the world's most prosperous company, making me the most wanted bachelor in Japan. Any woman would want to be in her place, but in a whole different situation. Inwardly I chuckled at the thought. I doubt that she was that kind of a woman. She was too innocent. Yes, innocent, as shown as what she had called me, her angel. I was called many things : cruel, ruthless, stoic, impassive, even a youkai, but never an angel. I wonder how long that will last after she truly knows me. My heart made a foreign emotion at the thought. I wonder why?
"Rest well?" I asked the woken girl. She was startled at first at my voice, but soon calmed. She turned to me, with that smile I had witnessed the night before. People only smiled at me when they wanted something or if they would gain anything from me. Is the girl trying to gain something from me? The thought was preposterous. How can she want something from me if she doesn't even know who I was. Then why would she smile at me of all people? I should asked her someday.
"No, I dreamt of my family," she answered sadly, those stunning eyes starting to water. Why did I have the sudden urge to go and comfort the girl. Luckily, I was more reserved than that. She started to wipe the tears irately. When done, she had that annoying, yet comforting smile on her face once again. "But then I dreamt of you and you somehow made all of my pain go away." I couldn't fight the smile from forming. I just have to smile at the girl.
"Really?" I asked amusingly.
"Uh huh," she nods vigorously, "you were so beautiful. You carried me in your arms as you took flight in the sky with your majestic wings." She looked at me, cocking her head downwards, her ebony hair cascading in the background. "And you are beautiful, more so than in my dreams." At those words she formed a red hue in her cheeks. "What I mean was that... you...my angel...beautiful...ah...I'll just stop talking right now..."
"What a very interesting dream," I said as I thought how cute she looked as she blushed. Did I just say CUTE! My god, I need to get out of this room, the girl must be affecting my head. I was about to head out when I heard her call.
"WAIT!" I looked at her. "Well...I just...I just...I want..." I started to get irritated, and so I turned to walk out of the door. "I want to know my angel's name!" I smiled at her question. She still intend to call me her angel.
"My name is Sesshomaru," I answered.
"You can call me Kagome." Kagome, I like it.
A/N That's it, end of story. JK! There's more to come, with the right bribe, but for all of ye, I'll take reviews. I hope you enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it. See-yah at the next chapter.
~~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~~
The flames were everywhere. Her mother's scream clung in the suffocating air. Where was she?! Ripping a piece of white cloth on her nightdress, she tore it, masking her mouth. It helped, yet she knew it wouldn't last long. Please, let her find her mother. A wood covered in dancing flames drops as gravity takes control. She dodges the offending wood. Not knowing. Not caring. She trudged on the once lively house, her family's house. Where was her mother! She wanted to give up. She wanted to stop and cry to vent her sorrow to Kami. Yet, she didn't stopped, her determination rewarded as the scream grew louder. Her fogged eyes searched the noise and found herself on the living room area. This was where her family would stay every Friday to watch a movie and just be a normal family. Troubles gone, only laughter could be heard at those fond days. She saw her mother, there. Her white pristine nightgown, so much like hers, was enveloped with the dark beauty of the flames.
"Mama! Mama!" she cried. Her hand reaching for her. "Mama grab my hand. Mama, please!" Her mother was clutching the family photo. Her soothed face raining down tears, as hot as the flames around them.
"All gone! All gone!" her mother cried hugging the frame furiously. She cringed at her mother's words. So, the rest were gone. Her grandpa, her father, and her brother. All of them gone.
"Mommy!" She rushed to her mother and hugged her shaken form. The flames surrounding both woman. "Don't leave me Mommy. Don't leave me." Her cries were now soft, soon it became whimpers. She just wanted it to be over. Yet fate wanted her to suffer more as she was pushed harshly by her mother.
"Leave!" her mother cried.
"NO!" she wanted to die with her family.
"Grant your mother's last wish honey," her mother said softly, her sanity back as she stood up, "Live and have kids. Have a family like ours honey. A happy family." The flames soon burned with great intensity. Her mothers last screams rang in her ears. She screamed with an overwhelming ferocity. Her family was gone. She succumbed to her failing body and reduce down to her knees. She would die here, with her family, her beloved family. She slowly falls, eyelids closed, her last sight were dark amber eyes, like the cursed inferno.
* * * * *
She wakes to a dark room. Was she dead? Is death coming for her? These were her thoughts as a large hand touched her cheeks. They were so warm, so unlike the flame which had surrounded her before. She placed her right hand over it, welcoming the warmth it radiated. She came a contented sigh. Is this how it feels when one is dead? She opens her eyes, and they laid on the most beautiful face she had ever seen. His hair was long, the color of an angel's wings. She fingered the object and it was soft. She meet his face, flawless, yet emotionless. His eyes amber held hidden gentleness. She smiled at him.
"Are you my angel?" she asked. The stoic mask formed a smile.
"Would you want me to be?" his voice held authority and male masculinity, but was soft and soothing. She nodded. "Very well." She cracked another smile.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"May I ask for what?"
"For ending my misery. Will I meet my family soon?" The angel frowns and his smile turned into a sad one. She felt a tight knot on her stomach. "What's wrong?" She was worried at what caused her angel grief.
"You won't be seeing your family for a long time." Her angel answered her solemnly. "Your still in the living." Her eyes bore acid tears. She start to shake her head furiously . No, he's lying. Then she stopped, why would my angel lie to me? My angel saved my life, should she be happy? She stopped thinking and just let her tears flow. Finally her eyes were dry. Her angel was still there. Watching her curiously. Her angel had saved her life, the life she wanted to escape, yet she couldn't stop her smile from forming. She shouldn't make her angel sad because of her. So she smiled at her savior, her angel, before falling asleep once again.
******The Next Day, The Angel's POV*********
I watched as the girl open her eyes slowly. What meet my eyes were gray, blue eyes. They had startled me at the first time I had seen it at that night. They were, dare I say it, beautiful. I haven't meet such eyes in a woman and I have met an immense amount of women. I own Youkai Corp. , one of the world's most prosperous company, making me the most wanted bachelor in Japan. Any woman would want to be in her place, but in a whole different situation. Inwardly I chuckled at the thought. I doubt that she was that kind of a woman. She was too innocent. Yes, innocent, as shown as what she had called me, her angel. I was called many things : cruel, ruthless, stoic, impassive, even a youkai, but never an angel. I wonder how long that will last after she truly knows me. My heart made a foreign emotion at the thought. I wonder why?
"Rest well?" I asked the woken girl. She was startled at first at my voice, but soon calmed. She turned to me, with that smile I had witnessed the night before. People only smiled at me when they wanted something or if they would gain anything from me. Is the girl trying to gain something from me? The thought was preposterous. How can she want something from me if she doesn't even know who I was. Then why would she smile at me of all people? I should asked her someday.
"No, I dreamt of my family," she answered sadly, those stunning eyes starting to water. Why did I have the sudden urge to go and comfort the girl. Luckily, I was more reserved than that. She started to wipe the tears irately. When done, she had that annoying, yet comforting smile on her face once again. "But then I dreamt of you and you somehow made all of my pain go away." I couldn't fight the smile from forming. I just have to smile at the girl.
"Really?" I asked amusingly.
"Uh huh," she nods vigorously, "you were so beautiful. You carried me in your arms as you took flight in the sky with your majestic wings." She looked at me, cocking her head downwards, her ebony hair cascading in the background. "And you are beautiful, more so than in my dreams." At those words she formed a red hue in her cheeks. "What I mean was that... you...my angel...beautiful...ah...I'll just stop talking right now..."
"What a very interesting dream," I said as I thought how cute she looked as she blushed. Did I just say CUTE! My god, I need to get out of this room, the girl must be affecting my head. I was about to head out when I heard her call.
"WAIT!" I looked at her. "Well...I just...I just...I want..." I started to get irritated, and so I turned to walk out of the door. "I want to know my angel's name!" I smiled at her question. She still intend to call me her angel.
"My name is Sesshomaru," I answered.
"You can call me Kagome." Kagome, I like it.
A/N That's it, end of story. JK! There's more to come, with the right bribe, but for all of ye, I'll take reviews. I hope you enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it. See-yah at the next chapter.