This story will be told in bits and pieces back and forth from Kagome and Inuyasha's points of view. I hope you guys like it!
Summary: Kagome is a young women helping out at hers Aunt's inn in Kyoto. Inuyasha is a member of an elite group of warriors loyal to the emperor. A series of events leads them to meet. Will sparks fly? What will happen when both their lives are put in danger? A story told in bits and pieces.
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My mother told me once fear was more about awe, respect, and honor then it was about being afraid. At this moment though, while the adrenaline coursed through my veins and my mind flittered back and forth between fight or flight, I was truly afraid in every sense of the word.
As I felt the warm liquid trickle down my cheek I couldn't help but reach up and let my fingers intercept the blood as it weaved it way down my face. I quickly glanced down at my crimson stained fingers, and back up to meet the confused gaze of the man across from me. His amber eyes were the last thing I saw as darkness consumed me.
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1 week ago…………….
It's hard to say where this story begins but I suppose it would be with me. I haven't always lived in Kyoto. I had a home and a family but all of that changed three years ago. The land was in turmoil, the government a mess. There were some who were still loyal to the old ways and the emperor, my parents were among them. A fact which, my brother and I believe, resulted in their deaths. My aunt, upon hearing the news of their murder, sent for my brother Souta and I, and we've been here with her ever since.
Aunt Haru owns a large inn in the city and though my brother and I could never truly repay her for her kindness, we do what we can around the inn. Since my parent deaths, for the most part, I've lead a quiet life. Perfectly content watching the comings and goings of the travelers staying at the inn. I'm eighteen now, steadily creeping past what society deems suitable age to marry. I've never really been interested in that sort of thing though. I've seen my share of handsome travelers pass through the inn and I've often amused myself by watching them, creating their fictitious occupations and back stories in my mind, but it never really held my curiosity. Until that is, the day I saw him.
It was an evening like any other. Most of the inn's guests had gathered together in the large room just outside the gardens for tea. A few of the shoji screens had been left open to the garden so the lull of the stream and chirp of the crickets were background music for the many quiet conversations. I made my way around the room pouring tea as usual. As I knelt down in front of one group of the many patrons, I caught the glow of a firefly out of the corner of my eye. My eyes tried to follow it as I began tipping my pot of tea with one hand and holding the lid shut with the other. Just as quickly as it appeared it was gone and my gaze settled around the place I had last seen its glow. I felt my heart lurch forward in my chest when I saw his form hunched in the corner. I felt my hands shake as I began pouring the next guests tea. I absentmindedly looked up again, he was fascinating. His silver hair cascaded down his shoulders and was a sharp contrast to his bright red clothes. He seemed distracted, staring down into nothing, as he picked at the sheath of the katana he cradled on his lap. I hoped for him to look up, if just for a moment, curious as to what hid under those dark lashes.
"Miss?" the guest questioned clearly amused, as I continued to pour tea into his cup that had long been full. The loud clatter of the teapot lid falling onto the small table in front of me brought me back to reality.
I quickly glanced down and blushed profusely with embarrassment as the men around him joined in the laughter.
"I'm sorry" I answered quietly and bowed slightly in respect. The man motioned for me to continue as the laughter began to quiet down.
My relief was cut short as I noticed the handsome stranger watching me. I felt the breath catch in my throat as I met his gaze momentarily. His eyes were stunning, the color of a sunset and perched atop his head were two fuzzy dog ears. I stifled a laugh as one twitched responsively. He met my gaze again scowling as if he heard my barely audible giggle. I awkwardly looked back down afraid to meet his stare. The next time I was brave enough to glance in his direction he was gone. I continued around the room somehow relived and disappointed and for the first time in my life utterly intrigued.