At Loss for Words
by Painted Emotions
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is Copyrighted material by Rumiko Takahashi.
Summary: Inuyasha, a man of few spoken words, lives his life from day to day as a lush, atleast from what people see. But what happens when he meets someone, who, just in a moment's time, will make his life whirl around?
: action. Example : sweatdrops
": words.
':thoughts
: lyrics (if any)
(): Author's inserts
It was a foggy night in Tokyo. Not even the overhead moon could be seen. The only lights were that of the streetlights that dimly lit the paths. All was quiet except a few stray noices, nor was a busy street to be seen. It was near lifeless, grim, and dull.
One of the disturbinces was music of a local tavern. The windows were dusty and grey, and the metalworks were rusted from years gone by. A gentleman in a black coat opened the door and entered the dimly lit building and took a seet at the bar.
"The usual." he said as the bartender whiped the counter of cigarette ashes. The bartender nodded and sat down the rag, then turned to grab a cup. He then pulled a bottle of liquor off the shelf, pooring a capfull into the cup, along with ice and other various liquids
"Here ya go." the bartender said as he sat the cup back onto the counter. The young man nodded his thanks and took a big chug. The bartender raised his eyebrow, shook his head, then walked away. 'Nothing surprises me anymore...'
The man just sat there, gazing apparently into space for a while, occasionally taking a drink from the cup.
Another customer had an eye on him. "Who's that?" he asked the bartender.
"Oh, he's just a regular customer. Never says much though. He always chugs his drinks..must think he's some sort of bad-ass...."
"We'll just see..." the man said as he walked up to the bar and sat right beside him and lit a cigarette. "Nice night, huh?"
No answer.
"It's quite warm..don't you agree?"
The man just took another drink of his cup.
"Hey you, answer me!" the man shouted, grabbing the other guy's coat.
The younger man turned slightly, with a raised eyebrow.
"Take your hand of me." he said quietly. Almost deadly.
"Why should I?"
The younger aimed his fist at the man's eye, making contact near instantly. "That's why."
He reached into his pocket and sat the money on the counter, then quickly exited the building.
The young man walked quietly through the streets. No where to go, nothing to do-but just walk and think.
'That jackass thought he was getting to me..' he thought. His hands were burried deep into his pockets.
'I've got to quit letting people get to me...If only....' he stopped mid-thought. He smelt something horrid and unmistakeable. The air was putrid and filled with the scent.
'Human blood.' he thought. Then he heard a muffled scream. A scream that sent a shiver down his spine.
This is just a preview: Somethings may be redone.
by Painted Emotions
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is Copyrighted material by Rumiko Takahashi.
Summary: Inuyasha, a man of few spoken words, lives his life from day to day as a lush, atleast from what people see. But what happens when he meets someone, who, just in a moment's time, will make his life whirl around?
: action. Example : sweatdrops
": words.
':thoughts
: lyrics (if any)
(): Author's inserts
It was a foggy night in Tokyo. Not even the overhead moon could be seen. The only lights were that of the streetlights that dimly lit the paths. All was quiet except a few stray noices, nor was a busy street to be seen. It was near lifeless, grim, and dull.
One of the disturbinces was music of a local tavern. The windows were dusty and grey, and the metalworks were rusted from years gone by. A gentleman in a black coat opened the door and entered the dimly lit building and took a seet at the bar.
"The usual." he said as the bartender whiped the counter of cigarette ashes. The bartender nodded and sat down the rag, then turned to grab a cup. He then pulled a bottle of liquor off the shelf, pooring a capfull into the cup, along with ice and other various liquids
"Here ya go." the bartender said as he sat the cup back onto the counter. The young man nodded his thanks and took a big chug. The bartender raised his eyebrow, shook his head, then walked away. 'Nothing surprises me anymore...'
The man just sat there, gazing apparently into space for a while, occasionally taking a drink from the cup.
Another customer had an eye on him. "Who's that?" he asked the bartender.
"Oh, he's just a regular customer. Never says much though. He always chugs his drinks..must think he's some sort of bad-ass...."
"We'll just see..." the man said as he walked up to the bar and sat right beside him and lit a cigarette. "Nice night, huh?"
No answer.
"It's quite warm..don't you agree?"
The man just took another drink of his cup.
"Hey you, answer me!" the man shouted, grabbing the other guy's coat.
The younger man turned slightly, with a raised eyebrow.
"Take your hand of me." he said quietly. Almost deadly.
"Why should I?"
The younger aimed his fist at the man's eye, making contact near instantly. "That's why."
He reached into his pocket and sat the money on the counter, then quickly exited the building.
The young man walked quietly through the streets. No where to go, nothing to do-but just walk and think.
'That jackass thought he was getting to me..' he thought. His hands were burried deep into his pockets.
'I've got to quit letting people get to me...If only....' he stopped mid-thought. He smelt something horrid and unmistakeable. The air was putrid and filled with the scent.
'Human blood.' he thought. Then he heard a muffled scream. A scream that sent a shiver down his spine.
This is just a preview: Somethings may be redone.