Junsui: Hey, look, another story…
Sakura: But, Jun-chan, you haven't even finished your other two…
Harushi: Look who's talking…
Sakura: ::thwack:: you be quiet!
Junsui: On wit da fic…
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Disclaimer: We don't own Inu Yasha and Co.
Note: I don't think I'll use original characters in this fic…
WARNING: I might add a little anti-Christ stuff in here… So if you are strongly religious, I suggest you chill or not read this…
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Seeking the Damned
Chapter 1 Love Lost
The winds roared as heavy rain beat upon the lonely figure of a traveler heading north on its way to a small village at the shoreline. Gargantuan gray clouds quickly covered the glowing pink skies of the afternoon, as the storm grew fiercer. The even darker figure of the traveler was silhouetted against the lightning, making it look larger than normal. Though the skies lashed out with bolts of electricity and boomed with the sound of thunder, the lonely voyager walked as calmly as a spring morning. If one could see under the shadow of the hood, the seemingly calm eyes of a youth can be seen with small bits of fear hidden beneath the fire of the youth's personality.
The youth soon found the small fishing village, all windows boarded up. The lonely traveler sought refuge from the storm in an inn, whose noisy bar fights were covered by the even louder wind. You would still be able to hear bits and pieces of them, even the whispering of gossipers and the laughter of a wench and her favorite customer. The cloaked figure, with hood still covering its face, went to the bar and sat in one the stools, ordering a mug of rum. It wasn't long before a woman came up to the stranger, asking if she could offer any pleasure to the newcomer. She was about to inappropriately skim the stranger's legs with her fingers when a slender hand with long, painted nails stopped her.
"I'm sure you'd be extremely embarrassed if you continue ma'am," a soft voice whispered to the woman, "So get along before anyone notices." The woman was let go and shoved toward a large man, who she quickly led to an upstairs room, finally finding a customer.
The youth finally let the hood down, revealing a trim face of a young girl. The bartender stared in awe as he saw whom he was serving alcohol to. "Miss, aren't ye a little too young for that beverage?" he asked. Her piercing sapphire eyes flickered with amusement as she brushed midnight black bangs behind her slightly pointed ears. "You are as wise as a crow is quiet, Mortal. Do not question me again this night and you are sure to see the sunrise. Tell no one of this small talk, and all shall be fine," she finally responded. (A/N: corny, but work with me would ya?)
The old man nodded in bafflement. He wasn't dumb; he saw the somewhat pointed ears, and the keen edges of fangs almost hidden by her full lips, which she had decided to keep without pointless cosmetics. He knew she was a vampire. She managed to chug the rest of the rum down, surprisingly still sober. The bartender cleaned the mug as she lifted herself off of the stool. "I'll be going to my room now," she said to him, "If you see a tall, cloaked man with gold eyes, come get me. Do not send one of these wenches up there."
He agreed quickly and she shoved her way past prostitutes and drunken men who kept feeling up on her. Nobody noticed her eyes flash red whenever she was touched. Finally, she reached the stairs. At the top, she walked by the room where her could've-been-sexual-harasser was now screaming in fake ecstasy as she worked.
Wrinkling her nose in obvious disgust, the girl walked to the room farthest down the hall, away from the noise. She could only hear the distant sound of the howling wind as the storm slowly passed by. She slowly creaked open the large wooden door and entered the small room. It consisted of a desk on the right side, a twin-sized bed to the left with a nightstand next to it, and a window a few feet right in front of her.
A shadow stood in front of the window. "Sorry, Sir, but 'tis my room you're in. Please leave," she said to the man. The shadow turned around, allowing her to see the glowing gold eyes. She smirked and shook her head, "Should've known. You were never the type to use the front door…" She shut the door and pulled down a lamp, lighting it. The light revealed a fairly, tall young man with youthful features. His strangely white hair was pulled into a ponytail at the back of his neck and ended at his waist. The color of his hair and eyes, plus the fangs and claws, were signs that he was a demon. Only one flaw showed that he wasn't a purebred. Underneath a bandana, hid keen dog-ears.
"Well if it isn't the anti-Christ herself…" he all but smirked. This young vampire had somehow caught his attention many decades ago. It had been years since they last met, yet it was nothing compared to how long they've each survived. "What has the Lord Almighty ever done for me?" she spat out at him.
"Kagome…" the hanyou looked at the woman, "What do you think he did to you, that was so horrible you let Satan himself turn you into what you are?"
"Are you not happy with what I am, Inu Yasha? Do you not like the fact the I can live just as long as you, and that I have no complaint on what you eat because 'tis the same as I?" she questioned him.
"I could never win an argument with you, can I?" he shook his head. How many times have they had this same conversation? How many times must they always end up upset? Yet, his pride still wouldn't let him say sorry for the pain he had caused by making her remember her hatred of the High King. He only wished he knew what happened, so that he may try his best to stop her pain and suffering. He was broken from his thoughts at the sound of her voice. "So what do we do now? How have you been for the past five years?" she tried to change the subject. Thoughts of her reason for turning often gave her a headache.
"I've been well, you?" he answered.
"Same, I guess. I have only one question for you, though."
"Hmm?"
"Where in the seven hells have you been?!"
"Twasn't the seven hells, love," he said, "Twas the seven seas. After hiding from the village at my last thieving, I commandeered a ship and kidnapped the crew, by me self I might add." he boasted proudly. Inu Yasha looked at the girl, who was sitting on the bed giving him a skeptical look. "At the risk of boosting your already over inflated ego," she mumbled, "how did you get a whole crew to listen to you?"
He almost laughed at her question. "My dear, you doubt my abilities as a demon? I have my ways of frightening them into slavery."
"You killed the captain and said you were him didn't you?" Kagome inquired.
"Lucky for me they didn't know what the Cap'n looked like," he smiled at her. After another hour of catching up, they decided to call it a night. Much to Inu Yasha's disappointment, Kagome got the bed, while he was forced to sleep on the wooden floor.
The next morning, Inu Yasha woke up to find the room empty. He got up and went outside, thinking she might have gone down for breakfast. He went to the innkeeper, asking if he had seen a girl with black hair and sapphire eyes. At the shake of the innkeeper's head, Inu Yasha raced up the stairs to the room he had shared with Kagome. He then caught site of a piece of paper with writing on it. Where had the paper come from? He picked up the paper. "Damnation…" he grumbled.
It read, "Dearest Inu Yasha, I am dreadfully sorry that our time together was cut short, but I had to leave during the middle of the night so that I may visit a sick friend. The messenger came last night after you had fallen asleep. I will be in Japan and will meet you in Korea sometime in the far off future, for I fear I will be forced to stay with my ill friend to take care of her. Yours, Kagome."
Inu Yasha crumpled the note. He knew she hadn't left willingly. The handwriting wasn't hers…
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Junsui: Don't hit me if you're religious please! I love God! I promise! I'm just… not in the best of moods…
Sakura: What's wrong?
Poo: Yeah, what's wrong?
Junsui: ::throws Poo::
Harushi: Junsui?
Junsui: It's nothing… Review please! Abayo!
Sakura: But, Jun-chan, you haven't even finished your other two…
Harushi: Look who's talking…
Sakura: ::thwack:: you be quiet!
Junsui: On wit da fic…
[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] :P
Disclaimer: We don't own Inu Yasha and Co.
Note: I don't think I'll use original characters in this fic…
WARNING: I might add a little anti-Christ stuff in here… So if you are strongly religious, I suggest you chill or not read this…
[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] :P
Seeking the Damned
Chapter 1 Love Lost
The winds roared as heavy rain beat upon the lonely figure of a traveler heading north on its way to a small village at the shoreline. Gargantuan gray clouds quickly covered the glowing pink skies of the afternoon, as the storm grew fiercer. The even darker figure of the traveler was silhouetted against the lightning, making it look larger than normal. Though the skies lashed out with bolts of electricity and boomed with the sound of thunder, the lonely voyager walked as calmly as a spring morning. If one could see under the shadow of the hood, the seemingly calm eyes of a youth can be seen with small bits of fear hidden beneath the fire of the youth's personality.
The youth soon found the small fishing village, all windows boarded up. The lonely traveler sought refuge from the storm in an inn, whose noisy bar fights were covered by the even louder wind. You would still be able to hear bits and pieces of them, even the whispering of gossipers and the laughter of a wench and her favorite customer. The cloaked figure, with hood still covering its face, went to the bar and sat in one the stools, ordering a mug of rum. It wasn't long before a woman came up to the stranger, asking if she could offer any pleasure to the newcomer. She was about to inappropriately skim the stranger's legs with her fingers when a slender hand with long, painted nails stopped her.
"I'm sure you'd be extremely embarrassed if you continue ma'am," a soft voice whispered to the woman, "So get along before anyone notices." The woman was let go and shoved toward a large man, who she quickly led to an upstairs room, finally finding a customer.
The youth finally let the hood down, revealing a trim face of a young girl. The bartender stared in awe as he saw whom he was serving alcohol to. "Miss, aren't ye a little too young for that beverage?" he asked. Her piercing sapphire eyes flickered with amusement as she brushed midnight black bangs behind her slightly pointed ears. "You are as wise as a crow is quiet, Mortal. Do not question me again this night and you are sure to see the sunrise. Tell no one of this small talk, and all shall be fine," she finally responded. (A/N: corny, but work with me would ya?)
The old man nodded in bafflement. He wasn't dumb; he saw the somewhat pointed ears, and the keen edges of fangs almost hidden by her full lips, which she had decided to keep without pointless cosmetics. He knew she was a vampire. She managed to chug the rest of the rum down, surprisingly still sober. The bartender cleaned the mug as she lifted herself off of the stool. "I'll be going to my room now," she said to him, "If you see a tall, cloaked man with gold eyes, come get me. Do not send one of these wenches up there."
He agreed quickly and she shoved her way past prostitutes and drunken men who kept feeling up on her. Nobody noticed her eyes flash red whenever she was touched. Finally, she reached the stairs. At the top, she walked by the room where her could've-been-sexual-harasser was now screaming in fake ecstasy as she worked.
Wrinkling her nose in obvious disgust, the girl walked to the room farthest down the hall, away from the noise. She could only hear the distant sound of the howling wind as the storm slowly passed by. She slowly creaked open the large wooden door and entered the small room. It consisted of a desk on the right side, a twin-sized bed to the left with a nightstand next to it, and a window a few feet right in front of her.
A shadow stood in front of the window. "Sorry, Sir, but 'tis my room you're in. Please leave," she said to the man. The shadow turned around, allowing her to see the glowing gold eyes. She smirked and shook her head, "Should've known. You were never the type to use the front door…" She shut the door and pulled down a lamp, lighting it. The light revealed a fairly, tall young man with youthful features. His strangely white hair was pulled into a ponytail at the back of his neck and ended at his waist. The color of his hair and eyes, plus the fangs and claws, were signs that he was a demon. Only one flaw showed that he wasn't a purebred. Underneath a bandana, hid keen dog-ears.
"Well if it isn't the anti-Christ herself…" he all but smirked. This young vampire had somehow caught his attention many decades ago. It had been years since they last met, yet it was nothing compared to how long they've each survived. "What has the Lord Almighty ever done for me?" she spat out at him.
"Kagome…" the hanyou looked at the woman, "What do you think he did to you, that was so horrible you let Satan himself turn you into what you are?"
"Are you not happy with what I am, Inu Yasha? Do you not like the fact the I can live just as long as you, and that I have no complaint on what you eat because 'tis the same as I?" she questioned him.
"I could never win an argument with you, can I?" he shook his head. How many times have they had this same conversation? How many times must they always end up upset? Yet, his pride still wouldn't let him say sorry for the pain he had caused by making her remember her hatred of the High King. He only wished he knew what happened, so that he may try his best to stop her pain and suffering. He was broken from his thoughts at the sound of her voice. "So what do we do now? How have you been for the past five years?" she tried to change the subject. Thoughts of her reason for turning often gave her a headache.
"I've been well, you?" he answered.
"Same, I guess. I have only one question for you, though."
"Hmm?"
"Where in the seven hells have you been?!"
"Twasn't the seven hells, love," he said, "Twas the seven seas. After hiding from the village at my last thieving, I commandeered a ship and kidnapped the crew, by me self I might add." he boasted proudly. Inu Yasha looked at the girl, who was sitting on the bed giving him a skeptical look. "At the risk of boosting your already over inflated ego," she mumbled, "how did you get a whole crew to listen to you?"
He almost laughed at her question. "My dear, you doubt my abilities as a demon? I have my ways of frightening them into slavery."
"You killed the captain and said you were him didn't you?" Kagome inquired.
"Lucky for me they didn't know what the Cap'n looked like," he smiled at her. After another hour of catching up, they decided to call it a night. Much to Inu Yasha's disappointment, Kagome got the bed, while he was forced to sleep on the wooden floor.
The next morning, Inu Yasha woke up to find the room empty. He got up and went outside, thinking she might have gone down for breakfast. He went to the innkeeper, asking if he had seen a girl with black hair and sapphire eyes. At the shake of the innkeeper's head, Inu Yasha raced up the stairs to the room he had shared with Kagome. He then caught site of a piece of paper with writing on it. Where had the paper come from? He picked up the paper. "Damnation…" he grumbled.
It read, "Dearest Inu Yasha, I am dreadfully sorry that our time together was cut short, but I had to leave during the middle of the night so that I may visit a sick friend. The messenger came last night after you had fallen asleep. I will be in Japan and will meet you in Korea sometime in the far off future, for I fear I will be forced to stay with my ill friend to take care of her. Yours, Kagome."
Inu Yasha crumpled the note. He knew she hadn't left willingly. The handwriting wasn't hers…
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Junsui: Don't hit me if you're religious please! I love God! I promise! I'm just… not in the best of moods…
Sakura: What's wrong?
Poo: Yeah, what's wrong?
Junsui: ::throws Poo::
Harushi: Junsui?
Junsui: It's nothing… Review please! Abayo!