I do not own Inuyasha in anyway shape or form
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"There are some people in this world who are able to remember there past lives though its not as soon as they are born. Something or someone can trigger that lost life and the memories that were lost with them. It could be an experience with those around you whom you call your friends or associates, we usually tend to befriend those we knew in our past lives even on a subconscious level. In truth, most people never become aware of their own past lives for reasons such as they are just simply lost to us. Or a theory not accepted by most people who believe that it is impossible for anyone to become aware of a past live, to be an reincarnation of anyone or to retain a memory from over possibly hundreds of years. But it has been proven for demons, hanyou's, and humans to retain memories and personalities from a past life. Some people who can not remember a past live entertain the theory that something so horrible happened in that past life that their soul stops them from remembering that life time so they would not have to relive that horror a second time if not possibly more…."
"Wow. Inutaisho have you read this book?" Izayoi asked her mate eagerly.
Inutaisho waked over to his mate and looked at the book he had found in a second hand book store it had been published 30 years ago by an anonymous author but the writing technique seemed familiar to him maybe it was written by someone he knew long ago. "If you count that paragraph right now then yes it seems interesting I'll have to read it when your done with it." He said from where he stood behind the couch.
The house was quiet their kids out for the night but should be returning with in a few hours. No doubt with their friend spending the night him and his mate would have to hide in their sound proof room so they wouldn't have to hear them yelling and fighting all through the night until they passed out at god knows what time.
Inutaisho stretched making his joints pop and crack, yawning when he was finished stretching. He looked at his lovely wife and mate curled up on the edge of the couch with a warm blanket laying across her lap. Izayoi was to absorbed in her book to notice her husband staring at her. He sat down next to her on the couch and she leaned on him with his arms wrapped around her shoulders keeping her close to him.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOutside in the rainy, windy weather a large black half dog, half wolf came upon the property of the Takahashi's residence.
'Ha Inutaisho you never change do you?' she thought as she looked at the large mansion before her she was coming out from the forest behind the residence. She ran as best she could with the injures she had attained her blood steadily leaving her body leaving her weaker by the minute. So she pushed the pain away for the moment she needed medical attention and fast she was losing to much blood and the gashes in her side and legs weren't healing like they should have. She could only think of one person who would or could help her now and that was Inutaisho.
And at the moment his house seemed like miles away from her her body getting heavier, slower. 'Fuck. I'm…dying.' She thought as she pushed her body farther till she reached the front door she didn't have the strength to reach up for the door bell. She looked around and found a flower pot with a fern in it she clenched her teeth around the plant and with the last of her strength threw it at the doorbell successfully making the doorbell ring but also causing the pot to smash. She couldn't find it in herself to care though as her body gave out on and landed hard on her wounded side causing more pain to rocket through her body.
As she laid there she could faintly hear the sound of someone coming to the door. Her vision started to swim and things started to turn black only one thought ran through her head at that moment. 'Please what ever god is out there don't let it be a maid.' She begged, the last thing she needed was for a stuck up butler to open the door look at her and do the deed and just kill her there on the spot and bury her somewhere in the forest.
She could hear the door opening faintly she knew she had lost to much blood she probably wasn't going to make it strangly she didnt care. She could hear the voices they sounded paniced so that should be a good sigh that she was going to get help. Joy. This feeling wasn't so bad, dying wasn't what everyone made it to be it was nice, quiet, peaceful. She could feel her body being lifted but she just let herself drift into the darkness and fade into the black.
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Sorry its short it will be longer next time. review please.
