Warrior
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This fiction was purely inspired by whatever information I have gathered on the plot of Inuyasha, and the imagination of Miss Elizabeth Robinson. I do not own any of the characters, nor the basis of the story. Disregard any notion I own Inuyasha, nor that I want to.
It had been created out of pure pleasure and writer's thrill.
It is rated within a PG-13 status quo for a reason.
The central characters are Sango and Sesshomaru.
Please enjoy and read at your leisure. If you are unsatisfied with my work, as your not fond of my style of writing, don't make it known and bitch, because no one is interested in hearing, especially not someone who has put effort into creating it. If you didn't find pleasure in it, then why did you read it in the first place?
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Prologue: Dream
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She didn't know for how long they had stood there, in that staring contest of an enticing lust for battle and pure power. Perhaps hours, or a moment. It could have been a year to the extent of her knowledge. But for a time being, she would consider the seduction of a heated war that would stain the snow beneath her feet had lasted a minute or so.
There, he stood! A beautiful stranger, an opposite element and yet perfectly equal to herself in more ways then the human mind can comprehend. An aura of purity flowed around him like a lady's silken scarf that a man could capture with the ends of his fingertips. And yet, where the light stood, so was the dark, the equal balance of good and evil, the shadow and a sun seeping through each other in a cascade of snow strewn elegance.
She hated it and in the same she loved it, as one swept past her own self, sending her hair from it's clasp and outlining her in a fire of black curls.
It could have been the wind for all she knew, though.
Their eyes were locked, and no emotion passed between them. She, the warrior of fire and darkness, he the warrior of ice and light, a crystalline ribbon of white snow separating them from merging both the sun and the moon.
The moon! The sun! she could not tell them apart. Here, the clouds overcast the light of the sun, and a pale, white orb rose within the sky, sending shadows stretching like haunted ghosts across their faces.
It was like staring into a mirror as she watched his golden eyes, unwavering, unmoving, and so beautiful.
But so cold.
She wondered what he saw in her brown reflection of life, as emotionless, expressionless as he himself. No hints were given, nothing between them as they locked eyes, her breath hanging in the air. She could feel the cold rushes of her raven hued tresses tickling the nape of her neck.
She wanted him to attack her, suddenly.
She wanted to feel the desire and lust of blood, as their bodies tore at eachother like silent shadows upon the ice. She wanted to feel a heat race through her body as he would bring forth blood in an agony of pain. She wanted to feel the symphonies of pleasure as they would take life from each other in the silent dance of a warrior shadow.
She wanted to battle because the fight was all she had ever known, all he had ever known. They were warriors.
She wanted HIM.
He must have known. For as quickly as he had faded into her mind, his amber eyes, the eyes of one who whas seen much and never tell, silent eyes, they pierced through her. The floodgates broke and she saw what was to come.
She saw this was Real.
And, like awakening from a dream, he was gone. But as she stared at the spot where he had stood majestic and cold and striking, there was a set of footprints, the last remnants of her premonition in the snow filled valley of what would be Death.
It was then she wholly awoke.
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Keep in mind this is just a prologue. The first real chapter will arrive within a few days.