I was not planning on posting this for a few more months. But I'll start anyway. I have a direction that I know I want to go, and enough material to help me post. This is the 'starter' chapter. The subsequent chapters will be shorter than you're probably used to (By a lot). Just wanted to let you know now.
I don't own 'Inuyasha' or any of its containing characters. This will be the only time I say that for the duration of this fanfiction.
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The forest was still. There were no birds singing in the emerald treetops. No animals, large or small, were scuffling in the underbrush and fallen leaves. Even the wind seemed to be holding back its breath, causing the air to feel oppressive and weigh down everything it touched. The only thing that appeared normal was the sun. It shone brightly down upon everything in its path, illuminating the world joyfully for all to see.
The silence of the forest was broken only by the slightest of noises, an almost inaudible panting reached the ears of the still animals. A rustling joined it as the one panting suddenly shifted jerkily. This was followed by a gasp of pain before the panting started again. The one making the quiet noise lay off to the side of the natural arena where they had just fought for their life and lost, blood seeping from their side through clutching fingers. The attacker was gone, never again to return. The victim, however, had no choice but to stay.
Long black hair sprawled everywhere, in a tangled, sweat-filled mass. Where it was next to skin, it clung, wet. Clothing scraps sprinkled the forest floor, bright splashes of red and gold against the natural hues of the forest floor. Bare feet, covered in lacerations from moving too fast on ground and vegetation were sandal-less, having lost the protection somewhere in the struggle. Dirt covered every limb that wasn't protected by cloth, though most of the outfit was coated as well.
There, dying in the middle of the forest floor, all alone, was a girl.
She cringed again, as another wave of pain coursed through her. After it subsided, her panting began again.
'At least I'm still decent…' she mockingly thought to herself, knowing that nobody would see her alive anyway. Internally, she wished for nothing more than someone anyone would find her and either save her, or put her out of her misery. Yes, she would rather live, but at this rate, she was going to die, so it seemed to be an acceptable alternative as well.
She writhed in pain again, and it took all her strength not to let more than a soft cry past her lips. The last thing she wanted was to attract something vicious and meat-eating to chomp on her while she was still able to feel it. As it was, she struggled to continue concealing as much of her aura as possible, as that was what the attacker had been originally attracted to. You see, the feeling of her particular aura was a curiosity to almost any semi-intelligent being with the ability to sense such things, so she normally kept it under wraps. And letting her guard down for just one measly little second had led her into this mess.
Yeah. Better not to attract more trouble. The scent of blood, even without anything special laced through it was probably attracting things already. Her eyesight had started to blur, as the pool of blood beneath where her hand clutched her side had run all the way to her knees.
'Oh please, let this be over soon…' Almost as if by her silent command, a rustling began in the nearby brush.
'No. Nonono…not until I'm dead. Don't eat me yet. Go away…' She cringed with pain.
And cringed yet again when a high-pitched shriek shattered the silence. The animals that had frozen in fear since the fight were jolted into action, rising from the trees, or scurrying away into the deeper parts of the forest. She tried to look at the one who made the noise, but couldn't find it, with blurry, darkening vision. Hurried footsteps proved the new 'creature' to be human, and they rushed to her. Hands flutteringly pat her on the face, shoulders, and arms. They stopped at her side, trying to understand what was going on. She clutched her waist tighter, starting to feel numb from the pain finally. She knew what it looked like anyway. Just shy of her right ribcage was where the humanoid demon's claws had sliced through her flesh. The wound was deep and long, three separate gashes parallel to each other. At the moment, she was lying on top of her hand, on her side, using her own body weight as pressure.
Shortly after the mysterious hands had realized this, they pressed on her upper shoulder, urging her to roll so they could get a better view. Giving up, she relaxed.
'It really doesn't matter now…' she thought to herself. Everything was numb, anyway. May as well just give in. Maybe this one will help her die. Trying again to focus on the figure, she barely saw the outline of a small face and dark hair before a flash of silver and the world darkened .
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I know you hate author's notes.
But please, bear with me. This will be the longest one, and I try to not say anything that doesn't need to be said. Any other author note will be very short, to the point, and if unnecessary, non-existent.
This began from a dream I had, where, from the perspective of Rin, I stumbled across a (quite frankly, terrifying) scene with a woman bleeding to death, with blood and chaos around her.
Knowing these things will help you in my story:
This is set in the time after Sesshōmaru regenerated his arm, and after Naraku is beaten. So no epic final battle…I feel Naraku has gotten ENOUGH attention as is.
I use Google Translate for most any translating needs, so I'm sorry if it's not correct. What I don't research, I'm really not worried about. It's usually just names for Characters, and if they can be loosely translated into something that I want them to be, I'm happy. Anything more important, I look up obsessively.
In the original Japanese manga, Sesshōmaru speaks obsessively in the third person, I will be omitting that. Sorry, it'll be hard to keep up and consistency is important to me. I will, however, keep him as proper/formal as I can.
Mokomoko…I have heard a very convincing argument as of recently, and that is that the mokomoko is Sesshōmaru's tail. I have not really enjoyed this angle before, but I enjoyed the reasoning and obsessive examples given, to the point where I will attempt to use this in this fic. Possibly. Just a forewarning, in case you don't like it, like I didn't before. I hope to portray this fact as well I can. BUT I have also found a good middle-ground for those who don't like the mokomoko as his tail… But you'll find that out when it becomes pertinent.
As I said earlier, the 'chapters' will be short, because each one has something that I want to convey. Each one is a step to my story. Before I post, I re-read it and embellish anyway, so they might grow, but not much. Also, I'm lazy. Smaller chapters mean less for me to write to update. I hope it's not too little for you all. They may grow as I get more into the story and have more free time. Wish me luck!
~Kaikie