Forgotten Dreams of
Black Roses
D/c: Do not own Inuyasha or any of the lyrics I may
use.
Prologue
"Milord." The youkai bowed deeply, shining, green hair spilling over his shoulder, nearly to the floor.
"Stand." intoned his lord. He stood, facing the sun, expression unreadable. Something did not bode well with him. His claws were buried in the stone wall next to his face, the only sign of his agitation. His clothes were sullied with blood, gore, and unknown substances. His swords, ever faithful, lay on the floor beside his feet, shining in their cleanliness.
"They are demanding we turn over the priestess." Said the soldier as he rose, eyes as green as his hair staring at his lord.
The demon before him whirled to face him, eyes bleeding red. "Tell them to rot in the lowest pits of hell!" he roared, flinging a chest full of scrolls to the other side of the room.
The green haired male nodded briefly. "I will tell them that we will not." He said, backing away, preparing to leave.
"Yoshio."
"Yes, milord?"
"Thank you."
Yoshio paused, then bowed once more. "No need to thank me, milord. I am simply doing my job."