[Summary]
Izayoi's life as the village healer, changes when a sixteen year old demon boy [Sesshoumaru] comes to her in the middle of the night, needing her help. His father is badly wounded and no one will help him. No, not a Sesshoumaru romance.
[Disclaimer]
I do not own any of the characters in the Inu-Yasha series. But I can dream, can't I?
[A/N]
I don't know for sure if any of this happened, these plot bunnies jumped into my head and I couldn't shake them off. Sorry! Well, I hope you like, and please, review! It feeds the plot bunnies!
Chapter One – Healer
Izayoi slept peacefully, glad that the day was over and that she could finally rest. An illness had begun to sweep through the village, and was the most devastating to the small children in the village. Only that afternoon had the last child been cured. Ten if the children that had gotten the sickness had died, and five of the adults. Luckily, that had been all and the rest of the people were well on their way to being fully recovered.
Izayoi was only seventeen, and was probably the oldest girl in the village that hadn't married yet. Her father had died a few years ago, and her mother had died giving birth to her. Her brother was already married, but lived in another village with his wife and children.
However, men in the village thought her strange in some ways. She was one of the only women that could read and write, aside from the village's princesses. Her father had been the village healer before her and people were surprised when he had asked the miko in a nearby village to train her to be a good archer, so that she could defend herself.
A sudden noise interrupted her dreams and she sat up sleepily, wondering what was going on for someone to be knocking at her door at such an hour. Yawning, Izayoi tied the waist of her kimono and walked to the door. Her surprise was complete when she opened the door.
He looked no older than sixteen, but he was taller than anyone that she had ever seen. His clothes were torn and dirty, his chest raising and falling rapidly as if he had been running. His silvery hair hung to his slim waist and was disheveled from the long run he had evidently experienced. His eyes were a bright gold and two dark colored strips marred his otherwise flawless skin on either side of his face. His chest was covered in deep claw marks, as of he had been fighting and there was a long length of light grey fur that ran over one shoulder. The hand that he extended had fingers that ended in delicate looking claws.
"Can you treat wounds?" His voice was emotionless, but his eyes were not. They showed worry, but for whom, she didn't know. Izayoi nodded slowly, not knowing what else to do. "Then come with me."
With those words, he turned around and she noted the deep claw marks on his back. Brow furrowed, she crossed her arms over her chest, not moving from where she was.
"Why should I help you? I do not even know your name."
When the young man turned around, she stepped back a pace, her eyes widening ever-so-slightly. The whites of his eyes glowed red in the silvery moonlight and the once golden pupils were a pale green. He growled softly, baring teeth with dainty fangs.
"My name is Sesshoumaru, and my father needs your help, wench." He said with a snarl, coming at her quickly. Unafraid, she stood her ground. "He is wounded and dying. You would do better than to deny the Lord of the Western Lands, bitch."
"Then at least allow me ample time to get my things, milord Sesshoumaru, and I will be right with you."
Izayoi ran quickly into the house and gathered the right herbs and vials, along with an ample amount of bandages. Just as quickly, she ran outside, where the sixteen-year-old was waiting for her.
"Get on my back. We'll get there faster."
Izayoi raised her eyebrows, tucking a length of her black hair behind her ear. "You're wounded."
He glared at her. "Get on my back, wench. We don't have that much time before my father dies. He was wounded far worse than I was. I'll live, and it's possible that he won't."
"Fine, but I do have a name, and its Izayoi, you hear me? IZ-AY-OI!!"
He growled, but made no further comments as she climbed onto his back and hooking her arms onto his shoulders. Soon, the two were on their way, to wherever the Lord of the Western Lands lay injured.
[A/N]
I hope that people like this one ... I got the idea and wanted to see what people think. It's actually a romance between Inu-Yasha's father and mother, so, yeah. Please review!
Izayoi's life as the village healer, changes when a sixteen year old demon boy [Sesshoumaru] comes to her in the middle of the night, needing her help. His father is badly wounded and no one will help him. No, not a Sesshoumaru romance.
[Disclaimer]
I do not own any of the characters in the Inu-Yasha series. But I can dream, can't I?
[A/N]
I don't know for sure if any of this happened, these plot bunnies jumped into my head and I couldn't shake them off. Sorry! Well, I hope you like, and please, review! It feeds the plot bunnies!
Chapter One – Healer
Izayoi slept peacefully, glad that the day was over and that she could finally rest. An illness had begun to sweep through the village, and was the most devastating to the small children in the village. Only that afternoon had the last child been cured. Ten if the children that had gotten the sickness had died, and five of the adults. Luckily, that had been all and the rest of the people were well on their way to being fully recovered.
Izayoi was only seventeen, and was probably the oldest girl in the village that hadn't married yet. Her father had died a few years ago, and her mother had died giving birth to her. Her brother was already married, but lived in another village with his wife and children.
However, men in the village thought her strange in some ways. She was one of the only women that could read and write, aside from the village's princesses. Her father had been the village healer before her and people were surprised when he had asked the miko in a nearby village to train her to be a good archer, so that she could defend herself.
A sudden noise interrupted her dreams and she sat up sleepily, wondering what was going on for someone to be knocking at her door at such an hour. Yawning, Izayoi tied the waist of her kimono and walked to the door. Her surprise was complete when she opened the door.
He looked no older than sixteen, but he was taller than anyone that she had ever seen. His clothes were torn and dirty, his chest raising and falling rapidly as if he had been running. His silvery hair hung to his slim waist and was disheveled from the long run he had evidently experienced. His eyes were a bright gold and two dark colored strips marred his otherwise flawless skin on either side of his face. His chest was covered in deep claw marks, as of he had been fighting and there was a long length of light grey fur that ran over one shoulder. The hand that he extended had fingers that ended in delicate looking claws.
"Can you treat wounds?" His voice was emotionless, but his eyes were not. They showed worry, but for whom, she didn't know. Izayoi nodded slowly, not knowing what else to do. "Then come with me."
With those words, he turned around and she noted the deep claw marks on his back. Brow furrowed, she crossed her arms over her chest, not moving from where she was.
"Why should I help you? I do not even know your name."
When the young man turned around, she stepped back a pace, her eyes widening ever-so-slightly. The whites of his eyes glowed red in the silvery moonlight and the once golden pupils were a pale green. He growled softly, baring teeth with dainty fangs.
"My name is Sesshoumaru, and my father needs your help, wench." He said with a snarl, coming at her quickly. Unafraid, she stood her ground. "He is wounded and dying. You would do better than to deny the Lord of the Western Lands, bitch."
"Then at least allow me ample time to get my things, milord Sesshoumaru, and I will be right with you."
Izayoi ran quickly into the house and gathered the right herbs and vials, along with an ample amount of bandages. Just as quickly, she ran outside, where the sixteen-year-old was waiting for her.
"Get on my back. We'll get there faster."
Izayoi raised her eyebrows, tucking a length of her black hair behind her ear. "You're wounded."
He glared at her. "Get on my back, wench. We don't have that much time before my father dies. He was wounded far worse than I was. I'll live, and it's possible that he won't."
"Fine, but I do have a name, and its Izayoi, you hear me? IZ-AY-OI!!"
He growled, but made no further comments as she climbed onto his back and hooking her arms onto his shoulders. Soon, the two were on their way, to wherever the Lord of the Western Lands lay injured.
[A/N]
I hope that people like this one ... I got the idea and wanted to see what people think. It's actually a romance between Inu-Yasha's father and mother, so, yeah. Please review!