Hello to everyone! Yes, I am back... and with new material. But I'm sure
you're all dieing to know what happened to our favorite mermaid and hanyou.
: )
In this sequel, I have added a few SongFic. to show mood and feeling. The first song will sum up the whole journey that Inuyasha has taken on to get home. Listen to the words and imagine the situation... and you will understand...
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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any characters associated with the series... I do not own Enya or S Club 7... but their songs just rock : )
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Treasure The Time We Have
Book Two
Sequel to: Tenderness to You
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It had been five long years... years, not days... years. The quest has long since turned to a journey and the journey had since turned into a calling... the calling for home.
(A few notes are heard from a distant piano... followed by a deep pulse...the beat quickens...)
~*~ Inuyasha can not believe the journey has continued for so long. He and his friends have faced blood thirsty battles against vicious demons. Coming out of a few barely alive...~*~
One day, one night, one moment; my dreams could be tomorrow.
One step, one fall, one falter...
East or West, over earth or by ocean...
One way to be my journey,
this way could be my...End of Days.
(Chanting of undecipherable words follow. As well whimsical sounds of nature and falling water...)
(Sounds of base drums echo to quicken the pulse.)
No day, no night, no moment, can hold me back from trying.
One flag, one fall, one falter...
I'll find my day maybe...far and away...far and away.
(Music softens... faint chanting heard... sounds of rain, wind chimes, and a tambourine...)
~*~ Inuyasha's spirit is dieing, I must not give in... but, can I ever make it home? ~*~
(Beat picks up, loud base drums)
One day, one night, one moment,
with a dream, to be leaving.
One step, one fall, one falter...
Find a new world across a wide ocean.
This way became my journey.
This day brings us together
from far and away.
This day ends together...
from far and away...far and away.
~*~
The sun had risen, but its light was hidden by hazy clouds. Dawn awoke the sleepy land. The seabirds flew from their nests to catch morning breakfast. There wings didn't need to flap, the wind held them up. Their eyes scanned along the shallows for fish and shy crabs. As the eye flies with them, the shoreline is visible. Grey blue waters crash against grayer rocks. The suicidal cliffs touch the water as waves slam against one another to create the biggest splash.
Leafless, wind-blow trees are sparingly thrown among the rocks. Only stiff, hardy wiregrasses grow on the high rocks, among the nests of the seabirds.
As the eye levels with the ground, it searches for signs of movement. Over a rolling hill comes the echo of voices, wind blown, and unable to understand.
Then... movement, from the crest of the hill a small creature is seen.
It runs over the hill with excitement in its step, bounding forward on four anxious paws. It pauses at the top of the hill, with a quick glance over its shoulder. It's still undeveloped voice calls out, "Hurry up!! We've made it!! Hurry, hurry!!" With the shout it bounds over the hills top, and scurries down the other side, its eyes wide with anticipation.
"Shippo wait!" a female voice calls from behind the hill. She approaches the top and pauses as well, looking down for the small one. "Wait Shippo, wait for the others!" Her eyes cast along the horizon, a smile forms at her lips.
Her clothes are slightly tattered and torn, from years of traveling. Her complexion is youthful but show lines of age. Her weapons hold scratches and stains which, were not originally there at the beginning of the quest.
Her companion, a cat youkai, appears next, and stands waiting at its master's feet. With a deep sigh of relief, her hand covers her heart and she murmurs a small prayer. "The Ocean..." she whispers, her cat youkai mews with reply. With a strong grip on her Hiraikotsu, she follows Shippo down the other side of the hill.
The next to appear at the hill's top is a young man, his longer, dark hair pulled back in a small ponytail (Author's Note: I don't know the Japanese term for it... sorry.) he uses his monk staff as a walking stick, pulling himself the last few feet to the top. The metal rings at the end jingle together with ancient power. New scars and scrapes are on his arms and body. His dark robes, torn with time, blow gently in the ocean breeze. With a grin, he follows the others to the hill's bottom.
All three stand together and cheer, as their journey has come to an end. The Great Ocean marked the farthest point, now they followed the coast, until they came to the castle.
"I never dreamed the Ocean would be this beautiful." Sango replies, having never traveled this far in her life.
"Nor did I." answered Miroku, his hand carefully slipping towards Sango's rear. But the demon huntress knew better. "Don't even try it." She hissed under her breath, cracking her knuckles.
Miroku gave a slight laugh and pulled his hand away and pretended to be scratching his head. "Heh Heh." He muttered. The pair watched little Shippo jump from rock to rock as the waves hit.
Another figure stepped into sight, although he did not express the same excitement as his comrades. He stayed behind, and watched their reaction upon seeing the Great Ocean.
His golden eyes lay slightly hidden behind long, tangled bangs of silver tresses. Eyes that held back emotion, eyes that never cried.
Hair of such quality could only belong to a demon. His entire mess of metallic locks had grown considerably long. He thought of it as only hair, a symbol of age.
Along his face and neck, more signs of age were prominent. Old battle scars told the tale of his journey. The journey that brought them here.
He wore the clothes of a wanderer. Red with warning, baggy for comfort.
His clawed hands lay at his sides. Equipped with such talons that could slice through solid bone. His hands had become weapons; he had killed with these hands. Death had become a positive feeling. For dead men tell no tales.
Through his perceptive ears, he listened to the crash of the waves below; his nose scented the salt of the water... that his eyes did not need to see.
Deep within his heart, he could feel the pull of the Ocean's power. He had made it, he was almost home.
As he joins the group, a happy Shippo scampers at his feet and then runs up to his shoulder.
"Look Inuyasha! Lookie, look! We made it... that's the Ocean... that's the Ocean!" the excited kit yelled into his ear.
"Get off," he growled, and wacked Shippo off his shoulder and onto the ground. The kit landed hard on the rocky ground and began to cry.
Sango came near and scooped the crying Shippo into her arms. "You could be a little nicer Hanyou!" she snapped.
"Feh." Inuyasha replied.
"Hey you guys," called Miroku, "there is a fishing village just on the other side of this cliff. Let's see if we can get some food and shelter there."
"Good idea, Miroku." Sango replied, turning to the little kit in her arms, "Don't you want something nice and warm to eat Shippo?"
The kit smiled under his tears and nodded.
Sango looked up at Inuyasha who just stood staring at the Ocean, his eyes invisible from under his hair.
"Coming Hanyou?" she asked.
"We are not stopping now." He answered roughly.
"And why not? We need to eat; we haven't had any food in days. " Miroku said.
"Yea," Shippo agreed, "And I'm a growing fox demon who needs his food!"
"Correction," Inuyasha snapped, "You're an annoying fur ball who eats the most out of all of us."
Shippo began to pout again, but Sango held him close. "We are still stopping Inuyasha! We are all hungry and tired."
"Feh, pathetic people." Inuyasha sneered.
"The vote is 3:1 Inuyasha, we are stopping." Miroku said, as he and Sango walked off in the direction of the village with Shippo close on their heels.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and followed the group down the cliff.
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Next chapter we find out about Kagome... I hope you all are excited about the story... cause I am... Don't forget to review... if you love me... ; )
In this sequel, I have added a few SongFic. to show mood and feeling. The first song will sum up the whole journey that Inuyasha has taken on to get home. Listen to the words and imagine the situation... and you will understand...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any characters associated with the series... I do not own Enya or S Club 7... but their songs just rock : )
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Treasure The Time We Have
Book Two
Sequel to: Tenderness to You
~*~*~*~
It had been five long years... years, not days... years. The quest has long since turned to a journey and the journey had since turned into a calling... the calling for home.
(A few notes are heard from a distant piano... followed by a deep pulse...the beat quickens...)
~*~ Inuyasha can not believe the journey has continued for so long. He and his friends have faced blood thirsty battles against vicious demons. Coming out of a few barely alive...~*~
One day, one night, one moment; my dreams could be tomorrow.
One step, one fall, one falter...
East or West, over earth or by ocean...
One way to be my journey,
this way could be my...End of Days.
(Chanting of undecipherable words follow. As well whimsical sounds of nature and falling water...)
(Sounds of base drums echo to quicken the pulse.)
No day, no night, no moment, can hold me back from trying.
One flag, one fall, one falter...
I'll find my day maybe...far and away...far and away.
(Music softens... faint chanting heard... sounds of rain, wind chimes, and a tambourine...)
~*~ Inuyasha's spirit is dieing, I must not give in... but, can I ever make it home? ~*~
(Beat picks up, loud base drums)
One day, one night, one moment,
with a dream, to be leaving.
One step, one fall, one falter...
Find a new world across a wide ocean.
This way became my journey.
This day brings us together
from far and away.
This day ends together...
from far and away...far and away.
~*~
The sun had risen, but its light was hidden by hazy clouds. Dawn awoke the sleepy land. The seabirds flew from their nests to catch morning breakfast. There wings didn't need to flap, the wind held them up. Their eyes scanned along the shallows for fish and shy crabs. As the eye flies with them, the shoreline is visible. Grey blue waters crash against grayer rocks. The suicidal cliffs touch the water as waves slam against one another to create the biggest splash.
Leafless, wind-blow trees are sparingly thrown among the rocks. Only stiff, hardy wiregrasses grow on the high rocks, among the nests of the seabirds.
As the eye levels with the ground, it searches for signs of movement. Over a rolling hill comes the echo of voices, wind blown, and unable to understand.
Then... movement, from the crest of the hill a small creature is seen.
It runs over the hill with excitement in its step, bounding forward on four anxious paws. It pauses at the top of the hill, with a quick glance over its shoulder. It's still undeveloped voice calls out, "Hurry up!! We've made it!! Hurry, hurry!!" With the shout it bounds over the hills top, and scurries down the other side, its eyes wide with anticipation.
"Shippo wait!" a female voice calls from behind the hill. She approaches the top and pauses as well, looking down for the small one. "Wait Shippo, wait for the others!" Her eyes cast along the horizon, a smile forms at her lips.
Her clothes are slightly tattered and torn, from years of traveling. Her complexion is youthful but show lines of age. Her weapons hold scratches and stains which, were not originally there at the beginning of the quest.
Her companion, a cat youkai, appears next, and stands waiting at its master's feet. With a deep sigh of relief, her hand covers her heart and she murmurs a small prayer. "The Ocean..." she whispers, her cat youkai mews with reply. With a strong grip on her Hiraikotsu, she follows Shippo down the other side of the hill.
The next to appear at the hill's top is a young man, his longer, dark hair pulled back in a small ponytail (Author's Note: I don't know the Japanese term for it... sorry.) he uses his monk staff as a walking stick, pulling himself the last few feet to the top. The metal rings at the end jingle together with ancient power. New scars and scrapes are on his arms and body. His dark robes, torn with time, blow gently in the ocean breeze. With a grin, he follows the others to the hill's bottom.
All three stand together and cheer, as their journey has come to an end. The Great Ocean marked the farthest point, now they followed the coast, until they came to the castle.
"I never dreamed the Ocean would be this beautiful." Sango replies, having never traveled this far in her life.
"Nor did I." answered Miroku, his hand carefully slipping towards Sango's rear. But the demon huntress knew better. "Don't even try it." She hissed under her breath, cracking her knuckles.
Miroku gave a slight laugh and pulled his hand away and pretended to be scratching his head. "Heh Heh." He muttered. The pair watched little Shippo jump from rock to rock as the waves hit.
Another figure stepped into sight, although he did not express the same excitement as his comrades. He stayed behind, and watched their reaction upon seeing the Great Ocean.
His golden eyes lay slightly hidden behind long, tangled bangs of silver tresses. Eyes that held back emotion, eyes that never cried.
Hair of such quality could only belong to a demon. His entire mess of metallic locks had grown considerably long. He thought of it as only hair, a symbol of age.
Along his face and neck, more signs of age were prominent. Old battle scars told the tale of his journey. The journey that brought them here.
He wore the clothes of a wanderer. Red with warning, baggy for comfort.
His clawed hands lay at his sides. Equipped with such talons that could slice through solid bone. His hands had become weapons; he had killed with these hands. Death had become a positive feeling. For dead men tell no tales.
Through his perceptive ears, he listened to the crash of the waves below; his nose scented the salt of the water... that his eyes did not need to see.
Deep within his heart, he could feel the pull of the Ocean's power. He had made it, he was almost home.
As he joins the group, a happy Shippo scampers at his feet and then runs up to his shoulder.
"Look Inuyasha! Lookie, look! We made it... that's the Ocean... that's the Ocean!" the excited kit yelled into his ear.
"Get off," he growled, and wacked Shippo off his shoulder and onto the ground. The kit landed hard on the rocky ground and began to cry.
Sango came near and scooped the crying Shippo into her arms. "You could be a little nicer Hanyou!" she snapped.
"Feh." Inuyasha replied.
"Hey you guys," called Miroku, "there is a fishing village just on the other side of this cliff. Let's see if we can get some food and shelter there."
"Good idea, Miroku." Sango replied, turning to the little kit in her arms, "Don't you want something nice and warm to eat Shippo?"
The kit smiled under his tears and nodded.
Sango looked up at Inuyasha who just stood staring at the Ocean, his eyes invisible from under his hair.
"Coming Hanyou?" she asked.
"We are not stopping now." He answered roughly.
"And why not? We need to eat; we haven't had any food in days. " Miroku said.
"Yea," Shippo agreed, "And I'm a growing fox demon who needs his food!"
"Correction," Inuyasha snapped, "You're an annoying fur ball who eats the most out of all of us."
Shippo began to pout again, but Sango held him close. "We are still stopping Inuyasha! We are all hungry and tired."
"Feh, pathetic people." Inuyasha sneered.
"The vote is 3:1 Inuyasha, we are stopping." Miroku said, as he and Sango walked off in the direction of the village with Shippo close on their heels.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and followed the group down the cliff.
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Next chapter we find out about Kagome... I hope you all are excited about the story... cause I am... Don't forget to review... if you love me... ; )