A/N: Hey people. This idea just kinda popped outta nowhere and my muse wouldn't leave me be till I wrote it. It starts out about Inu's parents, but I'll try and either hurry it along or make a sequel to bring in the gang. I had to take liberties on making up the character's personalities.
Also, I have no beta, so if any one wants to volunteer…
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, these characters don't belong to me. But that doesn't mean I can't get them to do whatever I want them to…..
Never Fall in Love with Laboratory Escapees: Chapter 1
Outside the small window, a fierce snowstorm raged, blanketing everything in a foot of snow. The wind whirled the flakes in all directions, blasting the windowpanes and hiding the gloomy scenery. Now the windows appeared no different than the sterile white walls that made up the small office on the top floor of what used to be an abandoned factory. A lone silhouette stood before the glass, internally raging as his eyes gazed unseeing at the frosted window. He spun violently, cornering the other person in the room with his deadly glare.
"Where is he?!" A fist slamming against the desk punctuated the doctor's shout.
"W-We don't k-know, sir," the shaky little mouse of a secretary answered him. She was about half his height and looked like she could weigh no more than ninety pounds sopping wet.
"What happened to his tracking collar?"
"It stopped moving about fifty miles from here, b-but when our agents found it, the youkai was already g-gone," in the face of the doctor's fierce temper, she was holding up pretty well. Other employees might have been long gone, heading for the hills right about now.
"I can't believe this! I faced ridicule for this experiment. I lived off instant ramen for months to pay for it. I finally get the grants and train the fifty most brilliant minds I could find, and all for what? To end with my most prized youkai missing and not one of the blithering idiots thought to stop him! Tell the agents to find him, Ms. Mizuno, or face immediate removal from the project without receiving a cent for their work. You're dismissed."
The little mouse scampered out the door, letting out a deep breath even the doctor could hear from within. He turned to face the screen in front of him, which was really a two-way mirror looking down on a small, almost empty room. The walls were a deep, dull gray and the floor was simple white tile. The only thing inside was what looked to be a small bundle of clothing with a mat of silver hair on top. Then, as if sense it was being watched, the little thing turned to look up at him with piercing gold eyes.
"At least I still have you, my little Sesshoumaru. Your father will be brought back soon, even if I have to find him myself," the man was talking to himself, but he could have been talking to the little boy from the soft, gentle tone he used. He chuckled quietly, laying a hand on the glass. The small boy only lowered his scared eyes to the floor in reaction, ashamed of the sparkle of tears in them.
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Some distance away, a scrawny, scraggly creature struggled through the storm. He fought bravely, but he wasn't gaining and ground against the strong wind. All he was succeeding in doing was tiring himself out. Finally his strength gave way and his limp form dropped to the snow in a heap. Though he was unconscious, shivers wracked his frame and his lips were gradually turning blue.
That was how Tenkou Mizuho found him a few hours later. The woman had been out with her dogs in the snow, looking for any unfortunate beings that had gotten trapped in the storm. She lived in a cottage on the far outskirts of town, with no neighbors for miles and trees all around. It wasn't all that uncommon for a person to wander off the road near her home in the blinding storms, so she made a point of going out every few hours to look. Tonight she came across a sack of bones that looked like he hadn't eaten in a week or two, lying there stark naked in a foot and a half of snow.
Tenkou just raised her eyebrows and pulled him onto the sled she had with her, averting her eyes demurely. 'People these days really make me wonder sometimes,' she thought while waiting for her two huskies to find her. Soon their huge, fluffy shapes came into view and she started off towards her home.
The little wooden cabin sat just up the next hill, smoke rising from the chimney merrily. A warm fire and a home cooked meal were waiting inside, just what this funny fellow needed before he could continue on his way again. She couldn't help looking back at the sprawled figure once again before bypassing the house in favor of the small lean-to around the back. Putting the sled away, she opened the back door and walked in, immediately feeling the warmth of the fire. Once the figure was laid out on the couch under a blanket for decency's sake, she retreated to her own room to shower and change.
When she was done and dry, she made her way back into the main room and then through to the kitchen. It seemed her mother had stopped by recently and restocked the fridge, seeing as how there were Tupperware bins stacked three and four high filled with all sorts of delicious goodies. Her mother wouldn't take no for an answer and insisted on taking care of her, even though she was a grown woman of twenty-five.
The two dogs, Shingi and Riki, came over, sniffed at the containers and begged for their own dinner. She laughed and patted them both on the head before reaching into the cabinet above her head for the chunky, hearty stuff her mother always brought. The pair of them were the most spoiled dogs on the planet thanks to her family. Her dad played with them whenever he visited, wrestling with them and looking like a puppy himself. And her grandparents were endlessly feeding them treats, so it was a wonder they weren't two hundred pounds each by now.
She finished feeding them and heated up some beef and vegetable stew for herself and her charge. Spooning it into a couple of bowls, she walked around the couch and set them on the table. Turning, she came face to face with a pair of narrowed golden eyes. It was like looking into twin sunsets…until she realized they belonged to the male on the couch. Her hand flew to her throat and she backed up a few paces before hitting the coffee table with the backs of her knees.
"Don't startle a girl like that—"
"Wench, who are you and what the hell am I doing here?"
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