Quite some time ago, I decided to try my hand at writing fanfic. After a couple of false starts, I ended up with a short paragraph that I realized could apply to any number of fandoms and any number of pairings within my favorite fandoms. So I ended up with several story openers that were all the same. I thought I'd see what I could do with that and where it would take me. Enjoy!
Odd Little Story – Kagome/Kouga
He peered out through the leaves of the shrubbery that kept him hidden in the woods along the meadow. He could see her. He could see all of them, actually, but his attention was focused on her: her long blue-black hair; her laughter in the sunlight. She was entrancing and he watched her with a predator's hunger.
He stared at her, trying to scent the wind, trying not to be noticed by the more sensitive members of her group. She was the only important one. She was the one he would kill for, die for. He had killed for her, and doubtless would again, and with as little thought or worry. He had almost died for her, for the thought of her, and the memories he had of her had kept him alive through the dark times.
Now he was ready for her. Well, he thought he was ready for her. He had changed his life in ways that should please her. He had organized and cleaned, changed his manner of doing in so many ways. He had studied what he could of her people, and her differences from her people. It was those differences that made her special; those differences that made her unique in all the world.
He could smell her on the wind. She was still untouched, unclaimed. Yes, the others' scent was on her, but they traveled together. He could accept her adopted child. He would give her more children. He would give her his own children, to fill her days with laughter and her nights with tired bliss. She was a natural mother, a rare thing in this time when so many were forced into the role by situation or necessity. She found delight in teaching the young and in playing games with them. He knew all about games to play both with her and with the young. Teaching games would help them grow strong, skilled, quick of mind and fleet of foot. Yes, he could even teach her a few games that children should not, indeed could not, play.
But first, first he would watch her. Watch how she did what she did. Get used to her patterns and routines, let the group accustom themselves to the feel of his aura, his ki, and then he would see what he could do to woo her to his side. He would court her in the ways of his people and, as much as possible, in the ways of her own people. This he knew he could do. He was patient and tolerant. He would risk much to gain much. She was worth any price, any test. To have her he had already passed through the domains of Hell. He would do so again, if she needed him to. He really hoped she didn't push him that much, put she was a woman without price, irreplaceable and completely herself.