DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN DMC OR IY. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.
So...I always thought that DMC and Inuyasha were just TOO close in everything to ignore and started working on this. It was definitely a completely different story a while ago until I revised and re-edited...
A long, white haired, young woman looked up at the night's sky and its bright stars. The moon, just visible behind the passing clouds shone bright, illuminating her slender frame. She had a feeling that this would be the last time she'd see the night like this. Footsteps approached her as a cool breeze blew through her hair. She looked up at the figure before her.
"Inuyasha…" She spoke painfully.
"Kagome said that she gave the decision of the Shikon jewel to you." Inuyasha stated solemnly.
She looked at him with saddened eyes; she had once loved the half-demon that stood in front of her. She knew that being of the same time as Kagome that it wasn't her place to stay in this time. It wasn't her place to be here; nor was it her place to stay longer than she was destined. Her close friend, Kagome, had already gone back down the well and she knew that she should have left with her, but she needed to resolve things with her former lover.
"Yes...It is my job now." She replied. She wanted to make the wish on the jewel to make it so that she forgot all about him and all the pain he caused her, but that wouldn't make the jewel disappear. It would only make the cycle continue. She knew it had to be a selfless act that could make the jewel disappear, a wish of pure intention. The caramel-skinned woman smiled a little and placed the jewel in his hand. The scene faded to black just as her lips had begun to form words.
A young woman shook her head with a yawn, white wisps of hair, tipped with black swaying back and forth. She leaned back in her chair, the wood creaking slightly as she tipped it to its back legs. She closed her eyes, ridding herself again of the memory that was daring to find its way to her mind.
"Why am I thinking about him again…?" The anger of the relapse in memory found its way into her voice before she sighed and relaxed. She propped her booted feet up onto the desk in front of her, slipping a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. She hummed at the cold treats taste before the silence was broken by the ring of a phone. She sighed and put her frozen delight down to pick up the phone's receiver as she sat up.
"Devil May Cry." She answered looking at the clock. A female voice sounded panicked on the other end, yet muffled.
"Is this Nazuma?" The woman asked hurriedly.
"It is. How can I help you?" Nazuma replied, pushing long white, black tipped hair out of her face. The woman spoke rapidly, explaining her situation as she wrote on the notepad beside her. The more the woman spoke, the more Nazuma's indifferent expression began to shift to an annoyed scowl.
"Alright, I'm on my way." She yawned before putting the phone back on its hook. With a glance at the clock; hands now indicating that it was past midnight, she stood up to her full length, lifting the black corset like blouse a bit to keep her chest from spilling out too much. She reached under her desk and pulled out a red and black gun. She smiled as it glinted slightly. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor as she walked to the door. She picked up the black trench coat hanging from the coat rack and grabbed a sword's sheath from behind it. Tucking the gun away into a hidden holster in the coat and placing the swords' sheath onto her hip, Nazuma pushed the door open and set off to the location the woman had directed her to.
SO let me know what you thought...I would love constructive criticism~ so review and stuff...plz?
Dante: its not polite to make a woman beg..unless its for-
ssh Dante...keep it clean for now.