Welcome to the first chapter of Iris. It is, if you haven't realized, a fanfic; a first for me. It is set in the early 1800's and many years after Naraku is defeated. This means Rin is either an old woman or dead. This story will be written in my writing style of 'short and to the point'. If you're coming from Quizilla you know it well. I have a thing for dialogue and hate being overly specific. I like letting my readers use their imaginations. Comments and a good rating are always welcome but I write for me, not you. So with that done, I present to you the first chapter of Iris. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Since it is a fanfic I have to say I do not own the rights to Inuyasha the anime, manga, or anything else Inuyasha related. I do, however, own 'the boy'. He's mine so no taking him without permission.
Warnings: The main warning is yaoi. Well, shonen-ai really. There won't be anything explicit. Just hints maybe. Also, maybe some OOC-ness from Sesshy. That's mostly because I feel he might act different around some others. We never really see him other than fighting. Also, no god damn way will I use the stupid Japanese buzz words like youkai (Okay, it has a point in the story but it's only because I can't think of another word),hanyou, miko, or anything else. This story is written in ENGLISH. Not Japanese. Rawr.
Sesshomaru's nose twitched. "Flowers?" He thought. looking down from the tree he was resting in. It was the middle of winter and all of the flowers where dead.
Walking under Sesshomaru's tree was a small human teenager. His hair was bright orange, a striking contrast to the simple black kimono he wore. His face could not be seen as he'd already walked past the demon.
Sesshomaru stared after the boy. It was odd to see a human in this area, let alone walking in the middle of the forest with no protection. The demon lord absently wondered where this boy's mother was. No mother, human or demon, would allow their child out in the middle of winter. Demons where not the only creatures stalking this forest.
He swiftly jumped into another tree, following the fire haired boy. He didn't know what possessed him to do this. He was just an insignificant human after all.
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After following the boy for a few minutes, Sesshomaru realized where he was heading. "A hot spring?"
He frowned at this, the boy did not have the normal offending odor of humans, and smelled the air. The boy smelled like flowers. Sesshomaru could not place the type. He sniffed again and nodded. "Iris. That is what he smells of..."
The boy stopped suddenly, dropping the pail of bathing supplies. Sesshomaru stopped, mid-jump. He'd been to preoccupied with discerning the boy's scent to realize they had arrived at the hot spring.Sesshomaru stared at the boy, "Am I really going to watch this human bathe?" His inner demon, a force that he usually ignored, was screaming for him to watch the 'sweet flower', as it called the teen. Sesshomaru's rational self couldn't help but agree, however the rational side of his mind wanted to see the boy's face.
The boy didn't look around to see if anyone was near before he disrobed. Sesshomaru watched as he untied the black sash holding his clothes closed and allowed his kimono to drop.If Sesshomaru had been a man to show his emotion he would have gasped at the sight before him. The boy's pale back was covered in bruises, some newer than others.
The boy scuttled into the water before the freezing air could affect him. Sesshomaru leaned forward on his toes, waiting for the boy to turn.The boy sighed happily as the hot water from the spring covered his body. the contrasting cold air and hot water felt good on his skin. After a few, very long in Sesshomaru's mind, minutes the boy turned around to grab his bathing supplies.
Sesshomaru's eyes visibly widened. The boy could only be described as cute. His nose was small and slightly rounded. His cheeks still had the slight roundness of childhood. His eyes, those are what shocked Sesshomaru. His eyes where round and a liquid blue. He was defiantly not Japanese."What is a child from the mainland doing here?" He thought, still staring. He had met many demons and humans from Europe and Asia, even a few from the United States; a fairly new country. The demon lord leaned against the pine tree trunk he was in, breathing deeply to take in more of the boy's scent. He was waiting for the boy to finish his bath. Curiosity got the better of him, he wanted to know where this boy lived.