By Aqua
As usual, my first chapter is a little bit confusing. But I think you'll
enjoy this one.
Scroll One Youkai
The youkai Inuyasha could be seen that day, washing his sanguinary claws in the river, bent over like a woman doing her laundry. But if you had been there, and you told him that he looked like a woman doing her laundry, you'd be extinct and you wouldn't know it. That was how quick he was.
Inuyasha had grown sleek and much thinner over the years, cerise stripes along his cheeks as well as his eyes darkening to a shade of crimson. He was much skinnier and much faster, (as fast as Kouga) and he had a vain pride in himself, for he was—for he was the true lord of the Western lands, for he was truly the devil himself—for he was...for he was the youkai he had wanted to be.
But...there was something deficient...something that didn't fit right when you were a youkai...he longed...he longed to see her...and to see the taijiya and the monk...and the youkai nekko...and he even wanted to see him...the little kitsune...
Inuyasha sighed as he felt the rosary encircling his neck. He even longed to hear the 'osuwari' that usually sounded familiar during this time of the year. (By this time of the year, it means May, when kids take their finals) But now, he never heard the word uttered anywhere, in fact—Inuyasha shook his head, getting his silver bangs into disarray. Why did he think about her? She was only a worthless human...
But he could not help think about her...the way she had left him, heartbroken but not weeping...rushing to the Hone kui no Ido and slipping down it...and, he suspected, crying there, not letting him see the flood of tears.
And he had not believed what he had done at that moment. He...he had made her cry once again, and for a reason that was...unfathomable to everyone, including Shippou.
'Stop it, Inuyasha!' he told himself now. 'You're a youkai, remember? Youkai don't care about anyone else, ESPECIALLY humans!'
But another ineffectual voice answered him. 'But...you weren't a youkai in the first place. And you had to break her heart...like you did to Kikyo...'
Inuyasha swashed water on his face. He needed to get these thoughts out. He walked, and Kaede watched him from far. How had he changed? From the back, he looked the same, save that a scabbard was not latched and that his hair had grown smoother and he was so much thinner. He still had muscle—but muscle was all he had left...no flesh to support the muscle...oh, Inuyasha...what was wrong with you? Why did you do that?
That was actually pretty good, if I do say so myself. And confusing, as always! But I take basically the same format I do in my other stories, the first chapter is always confusing and the second, third, and fourth usually explain things. Reviews please, reviews!
Scroll One Youkai
The youkai Inuyasha could be seen that day, washing his sanguinary claws in the river, bent over like a woman doing her laundry. But if you had been there, and you told him that he looked like a woman doing her laundry, you'd be extinct and you wouldn't know it. That was how quick he was.
Inuyasha had grown sleek and much thinner over the years, cerise stripes along his cheeks as well as his eyes darkening to a shade of crimson. He was much skinnier and much faster, (as fast as Kouga) and he had a vain pride in himself, for he was—for he was the true lord of the Western lands, for he was truly the devil himself—for he was...for he was the youkai he had wanted to be.
But...there was something deficient...something that didn't fit right when you were a youkai...he longed...he longed to see her...and to see the taijiya and the monk...and the youkai nekko...and he even wanted to see him...the little kitsune...
Inuyasha sighed as he felt the rosary encircling his neck. He even longed to hear the 'osuwari' that usually sounded familiar during this time of the year. (By this time of the year, it means May, when kids take their finals) But now, he never heard the word uttered anywhere, in fact—Inuyasha shook his head, getting his silver bangs into disarray. Why did he think about her? She was only a worthless human...
But he could not help think about her...the way she had left him, heartbroken but not weeping...rushing to the Hone kui no Ido and slipping down it...and, he suspected, crying there, not letting him see the flood of tears.
And he had not believed what he had done at that moment. He...he had made her cry once again, and for a reason that was...unfathomable to everyone, including Shippou.
'Stop it, Inuyasha!' he told himself now. 'You're a youkai, remember? Youkai don't care about anyone else, ESPECIALLY humans!'
But another ineffectual voice answered him. 'But...you weren't a youkai in the first place. And you had to break her heart...like you did to Kikyo...'
Inuyasha swashed water on his face. He needed to get these thoughts out. He walked, and Kaede watched him from far. How had he changed? From the back, he looked the same, save that a scabbard was not latched and that his hair had grown smoother and he was so much thinner. He still had muscle—but muscle was all he had left...no flesh to support the muscle...oh, Inuyasha...what was wrong with you? Why did you do that?
That was actually pretty good, if I do say so myself. And confusing, as always! But I take basically the same format I do in my other stories, the first chapter is always confusing and the second, third, and fourth usually explain things. Reviews please, reviews!