Hello, RaspberryBloodTablets here! You may recognize me from some of my other stories, such as my Vampire Knight fanfiction titled "New Future". Technically, this will be the fist real fanfiction that I have written for the InuYasha fandom (okay, well the fist one with a real plot, anyway), so I hope that you enjoy it. For now the story will be told from Kikyo's POV, but it might switch in later chapters.
Also, this is InuKik so no Kikyo bashing reviews will be tolerated. I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound so harsh, but honestly, if you don't like the pairing, then don't read it.
This is a modern day AU, so InuYasha will be in his human form, and all non-hunam characters can become human for the sake of this. With this story, I shall try to do my best to keep everyone in character, so I hope that you enjoy this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of it's characters, they all belong to their creator, Rumiko Takahashi. Also, no profit is ever being made of anything I write, ever. I'm just a fan. Thank you for listening.
A Heart Like Winter
Chapter 1
Colorless
(Kikyo POV)
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All I could see was the thick white snow, which fell in sheets, blocking my vision. I was unsure of where to move, worrying that if I moved forward, I would walk right into traffic, and if I stepped backward, I would fall off of some sort of embankment.
The flakes of freezing snow were small, but so plentiful that it seemed it would continue falling forever, making it's diagonal spiral to Earth for the rest of eternity.
I could see the faint glow of headlights barely breaking through the snow. I waved my arms and yelled, hoping someone would see me, but they didn't.
The snow got even worse, and cars became less frequent. Soon, none came at all.
It was then that I realized that I was probably going to freeze to death here. My legs were shaking so much that I could barely stand up. I was so cold that my skin burned.
I wondered, if this had been his intention when he left me here. For me to die.
I quickly shook the thought from my head, even though I knew it was true. I touched the side of my face, feeling the sting of the bruise that covered one side of my face.
As I fell to the ground, I replayed the scene in his car, possibly hours ago by now.
We had been driving home from a restaurant, when he had taken a sudden detour onto this highway. I had thought it was strange that he would take such a route in the middle of a snowstorm, but had then thought better than to say anything.
I didn't want to make him mad. The episodes were happening much more frequently lately.
I would say the wrong thing, he would get mad, and he would beat me. It was the same, every time. When I first met Naraku, I never would have been able to guess the extent of his anger.
The snow was falling more and more heavily, and he pulled over to the side of the highway.
"What are you doing?" I had asked him. I realized that my hands were shaking.
He turned in his seat, carefully lifting his hands from the steering wheel. This action was so clam, that I didn't expect what came next.
When he slapped me across the face, my head whipped to the side with so much impact, that I thought for a moment that I had whiplash.
"I'm sick and tired of you, bitch," he hissed, his voice like poison, "You always make a fool of me."
I wasn't sure what he meant by that. The excuses for hitting me were always different.
He hit me again, but this time I was ready for it, I tried to catch his hand, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it violently.
I let out a cry of pain, and saw that he was reaching across me, to the handle of the passenger-side door. I hadn't been wearing a seat belt, so I wasn't surprised when my back met with cold snow.
I didn't try to get up, figuring if I didn't he would get out to kick me and drag me back into the car, as he had done a few times before, and that maybe somebody would see. Maybe somebody would get me out of here. That's why I was surprised when I heard the door close, and he began to drive away.
I tried to pull myself up, but my wrist was throbbing.
By the time I stood, he was already gone.
I closed my eyes, and tried to block it out. Maybe I would be better off dead. If I got out of here, I would probably end up with him again. I always went back to him.
I was so cold I almost felt warm. I wasn't sure how long I lied there with my eyes closed, not yet slipping out of consciousness, but when I opened them, the snow was becoming lighter.
I let my eyes close again, and just as a faint light began to shine against my closed eyelids, I fell into darkness.
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Suddenly, I found myself in a dream. In that dream, I opened my eyes to the glare of headlights, and heard a distant, unfamiliar voice.
"What are you doing out here?! Are you okay?!"
Suddenly I felt warm arms lifting me from the ground. My wrist throbbed.
In what sort of dream could I feel pain?
The side of my bruised face gently came in contact with the front of a denim jacket. These arms around me were so warm that they seemed to scorch my skin.
"Why would someone be out here all alone? And on a night like this..." I hear the voice mumble, closer now. I recognize the voice as that of a man, but it is not familiar.
Suddenly a mixture of pain and relief flashed through my body.
Naraku hadn't come back for me.
That thought was both a relived and terrified one.
Then, I felt my body being lied down somewhere warm. In a car? Yes, the backseat of a car. I heard the door by my feet close, and another door open, and I felt the motion of the car pulling back onto the highway.
Where was I being taken? And by who?
I felt entirely numb, and darkness consumed me again.
CH.1/END
I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter of A Heart Like Winter!
Please review and tell me what you think, and I hope to update soon!
~RaspberryBloodTablets