Liger003 ~ Hey, I am starting another fic. I know I know, I haven't
finished the others yet, but Huntress and Angel are coming to a close and I
got this idea and I just had to write it! So just cause I am writing this
does NOT mean I will not update huntress or angel any more! I WILL finish
them! (and this one when I get there!) Now, here's your check list ~ 1)
read 2) REVIEW! 3) I don't care what this one is, as long as you followed
steps 1-2 -.^
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Inu-Yasha and co. (next time I might have a better one! I love writing weird disclaimers, I just couldn't think of one right now. Gomen) oh, and if there is a Tokyo Times, I don't own that either, I thought that I made it up.
Spilled Ink
Chapter One ~ Nightmares
Lighting illuminated the sky for a split second and then was followed shortly by a loud crash of thunder. The soothing drizzle of rain quickly changed to a down pour. Umbrellas were held up high above people's heads and the rain gently cascaded off of them. People's shoes sloshed through mud and other street gunk (A/N I couldn't think of a better word, sorry, but it is a fun word to say ~ gunk!) The people walked swiftly with thoughts of getting indoors or under shelter as soon as possible.
One person ran through the crowed sidewalks and weaved in and out of people. She had no umbrella, but instead, held a newspaper that was quickly falling apart from all the water pouring down on it. When she reached the curb, she ran in place to keep warm from the cold. She watched the street signal intently and begged it to switch from 'No walking' to the 'walk'.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a bun that was now loose because of her running through the rain. She wore flare jeans with big pockets stuffed with a hand held recorder and pen. She also wore a black leather jacket that was zipped up to her chin. In her coat pockets were note pads, extra pens, and a newspaper other than the one over her head. Her blue eyes darted around in annoyance,
"Come on . . . Come on . . ." She coaxed the signal until she got angry at it for not switching. "For God's sake! Just switch!" The street light obliged and changed, although some people were looking at her weirdly. She went across the street along with a flood of people trying to get where they were going in a hurry to be out of the rain. Who would want to be out in the rain anyway? You got so cold. She hated the cold.
She dashed down two or three more blocks before retreating into a building. The bells on the door jingled as she swung the door open. She waded the soaked newspaper up and threw it into the trash can next to the door. She pulled down her hair and quickly started to wring the water out of it. She shook off her jacket and got as much water off of it as possible.
"Hey! Watch were you drip all of that water!" A voice called out to her. "It's wet enough outside! We don't need it to be wet in here, too!" She looked up to see who was griping at her, and she met the eyes of a friend. "Hey, Kagome!"
"Sango!" Kagome cried. "What have you been up to?" She quickly hung her sopping wet coat onto the coat hanger and walked over to meet her friend.
"I wanted to show you something, and where else would Kagome Higurashi go out to on a day like this? I couldn't think of anything but the Tokyo Times, where you always are! You don't even have a job here, and this is where you practically live!" Sango told her wet friend.
"Well, I got to get them to publish my column somehow. If I don't get them to publish it, who will?" She shrugged. "Hey, where's Keadea? I want to show her my new column idea!" Kagome dug into her shirt pocket and pulled out a paper. "I have to show this to Keadea! She will have to publish this one!"
Sango sighed. "Keadea's over there." She pointed to a room and Kagome swiftly walked over to where she pointed. "Hey, wait. I wanted to show you something first." Kagome stopped and Sango went up to the TV they had in the lounge. She quickly changed it to the news channel.
Now, for our top story today! The news guy on the TV Started. There has been a murder in the southern district of Tokyo. Nineteen people were killed and one was mortally wounded.
The screen flashed pictures of the dead bodies of who was killed and Kagome gasped in horror. As the names were said, Kagome recognized one. Tskino Naomi. She had gone to high school with her and they had been best friends. How could Naomi have died? Tears filled her eyes as she watched the TV, her hand clamped over her mouth. Sango patted her on the back to try to comfort her, but it did no good, Kagome's tears came in floods and she fell to her knees.
The suspected killer is Naraku, who has caused many killings in the past. There is no picture of him and no one has ever lived to see him, except one eye witness. Kagome watched the TV, maybe this guy could tell them who Naraku was and he would get caught. Saotio Inu-Yasha. He was thought dead when he disappeared after his parent's death at age six. He was seen wounded at the crime scene. He was the only one left alive. Inu- Yasha has disappeared once again. A police sketch of a man with long silver hair and almost cat like silted eyes came onto the screen. If anyone sees this man, contact the police. He is the only one who can tell us what this Naraku looks like. It is very important that he be found.
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///A little child with silvery hair walked through the park. He held his mom's finger in his tiny right hand and his father's finger in the other. He would let his feet drop out from under him and his mother and father would swing him back and forth. Just then, he saw something move in the grass. He stopped swinging from his parent's arms and looked over at the grass. A low growl emitted from his throat and his parents smiled. His golden eyes darted to where the movement came from and he quickly pounced after it. A little white bunny rabbit was running away from a six year old kid chasing it.
The young boy followed his prey. He leaped and he attacked it, but the rabbit was always a hop ahead of him. Soon the rabbit retreated down it's rabbit hole and The boy stood up and went back over to his parents.
"Mommy, Daddy." He called, but he got no answer. He called again and again. He resorted to smelling for them. He smelt them. But he smelt something stronger. It was a smell like the one he got when he cut himself. The smell of blood. Only this one was stronger. Much stronger. He called for his parents hysterically and ran toward the smell of blood. His heart was pounding and he was scared. More scared than he had ever been before. He ran fast, and he stumbled. He landed hard and pain shot through his elbow. He ignored it and looked around.
Then, he saw it. Two bodies sprawled across the ground. Their hands were clasped together and several deep gashes were spread across their bodies. Blood was everywhere and The faces of his parents were barely able to be seen. "Mommy . . . Daddy . . .?" He whimpered and staggered over to them. Tears streamed from his eyes and he knew that they were dead, but her wouldn't believe it. They were just sleeping. Maybe he should just go to sleep too.
He walked over to where their hands were clamped together. He took them apart and held his mother's in his right hand and his father's in his left. Their hands were cold, but he didn't care. He held them anyways, just thinking that they had been outside to long. They weren't dead. He whimpered as he laid down between them and cried himself to sleep. It wasn't real. They were all just sleeping. He would wake up and he would be in his bed. It was all just a nightmare.\\\
Inu-Yasha sat straight up. He grabbed his head and a tear fell from his eye. He cursed and wiped the tear away. That had happened so long ago. Why was he thinking about it now? Why? He had gotten over his parent's death hadn't he?
He sighed as he looked around him. An alley. He never had a home after his parent's death. He wouldn't go to an orphanage. He just became a street rat. All he had to do was get revenge on Naraku. For creating his nightmare.
He had already tried to get him at his latest killing spree. He failed then. He wouldn't fail again.
End of Chapter One
Liger003 ~ Hey, I hoped you liked it. If you did please review! If you didn't review and tell me why! Please!? And I really don't like flames, but if you add in constructive criticism, I will really be happy. I could always use constructive criticism! I won't get mad! I promise! Just tell me what you think!
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Inu-Yasha and co. (next time I might have a better one! I love writing weird disclaimers, I just couldn't think of one right now. Gomen) oh, and if there is a Tokyo Times, I don't own that either, I thought that I made it up.
Spilled Ink
Chapter One ~ Nightmares
Lighting illuminated the sky for a split second and then was followed shortly by a loud crash of thunder. The soothing drizzle of rain quickly changed to a down pour. Umbrellas were held up high above people's heads and the rain gently cascaded off of them. People's shoes sloshed through mud and other street gunk (A/N I couldn't think of a better word, sorry, but it is a fun word to say ~ gunk!) The people walked swiftly with thoughts of getting indoors or under shelter as soon as possible.
One person ran through the crowed sidewalks and weaved in and out of people. She had no umbrella, but instead, held a newspaper that was quickly falling apart from all the water pouring down on it. When she reached the curb, she ran in place to keep warm from the cold. She watched the street signal intently and begged it to switch from 'No walking' to the 'walk'.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a bun that was now loose because of her running through the rain. She wore flare jeans with big pockets stuffed with a hand held recorder and pen. She also wore a black leather jacket that was zipped up to her chin. In her coat pockets were note pads, extra pens, and a newspaper other than the one over her head. Her blue eyes darted around in annoyance,
"Come on . . . Come on . . ." She coaxed the signal until she got angry at it for not switching. "For God's sake! Just switch!" The street light obliged and changed, although some people were looking at her weirdly. She went across the street along with a flood of people trying to get where they were going in a hurry to be out of the rain. Who would want to be out in the rain anyway? You got so cold. She hated the cold.
She dashed down two or three more blocks before retreating into a building. The bells on the door jingled as she swung the door open. She waded the soaked newspaper up and threw it into the trash can next to the door. She pulled down her hair and quickly started to wring the water out of it. She shook off her jacket and got as much water off of it as possible.
"Hey! Watch were you drip all of that water!" A voice called out to her. "It's wet enough outside! We don't need it to be wet in here, too!" She looked up to see who was griping at her, and she met the eyes of a friend. "Hey, Kagome!"
"Sango!" Kagome cried. "What have you been up to?" She quickly hung her sopping wet coat onto the coat hanger and walked over to meet her friend.
"I wanted to show you something, and where else would Kagome Higurashi go out to on a day like this? I couldn't think of anything but the Tokyo Times, where you always are! You don't even have a job here, and this is where you practically live!" Sango told her wet friend.
"Well, I got to get them to publish my column somehow. If I don't get them to publish it, who will?" She shrugged. "Hey, where's Keadea? I want to show her my new column idea!" Kagome dug into her shirt pocket and pulled out a paper. "I have to show this to Keadea! She will have to publish this one!"
Sango sighed. "Keadea's over there." She pointed to a room and Kagome swiftly walked over to where she pointed. "Hey, wait. I wanted to show you something first." Kagome stopped and Sango went up to the TV they had in the lounge. She quickly changed it to the news channel.
Now, for our top story today! The news guy on the TV Started. There has been a murder in the southern district of Tokyo. Nineteen people were killed and one was mortally wounded.
The screen flashed pictures of the dead bodies of who was killed and Kagome gasped in horror. As the names were said, Kagome recognized one. Tskino Naomi. She had gone to high school with her and they had been best friends. How could Naomi have died? Tears filled her eyes as she watched the TV, her hand clamped over her mouth. Sango patted her on the back to try to comfort her, but it did no good, Kagome's tears came in floods and she fell to her knees.
The suspected killer is Naraku, who has caused many killings in the past. There is no picture of him and no one has ever lived to see him, except one eye witness. Kagome watched the TV, maybe this guy could tell them who Naraku was and he would get caught. Saotio Inu-Yasha. He was thought dead when he disappeared after his parent's death at age six. He was seen wounded at the crime scene. He was the only one left alive. Inu- Yasha has disappeared once again. A police sketch of a man with long silver hair and almost cat like silted eyes came onto the screen. If anyone sees this man, contact the police. He is the only one who can tell us what this Naraku looks like. It is very important that he be found.
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///A little child with silvery hair walked through the park. He held his mom's finger in his tiny right hand and his father's finger in the other. He would let his feet drop out from under him and his mother and father would swing him back and forth. Just then, he saw something move in the grass. He stopped swinging from his parent's arms and looked over at the grass. A low growl emitted from his throat and his parents smiled. His golden eyes darted to where the movement came from and he quickly pounced after it. A little white bunny rabbit was running away from a six year old kid chasing it.
The young boy followed his prey. He leaped and he attacked it, but the rabbit was always a hop ahead of him. Soon the rabbit retreated down it's rabbit hole and The boy stood up and went back over to his parents.
"Mommy, Daddy." He called, but he got no answer. He called again and again. He resorted to smelling for them. He smelt them. But he smelt something stronger. It was a smell like the one he got when he cut himself. The smell of blood. Only this one was stronger. Much stronger. He called for his parents hysterically and ran toward the smell of blood. His heart was pounding and he was scared. More scared than he had ever been before. He ran fast, and he stumbled. He landed hard and pain shot through his elbow. He ignored it and looked around.
Then, he saw it. Two bodies sprawled across the ground. Their hands were clasped together and several deep gashes were spread across their bodies. Blood was everywhere and The faces of his parents were barely able to be seen. "Mommy . . . Daddy . . .?" He whimpered and staggered over to them. Tears streamed from his eyes and he knew that they were dead, but her wouldn't believe it. They were just sleeping. Maybe he should just go to sleep too.
He walked over to where their hands were clamped together. He took them apart and held his mother's in his right hand and his father's in his left. Their hands were cold, but he didn't care. He held them anyways, just thinking that they had been outside to long. They weren't dead. He whimpered as he laid down between them and cried himself to sleep. It wasn't real. They were all just sleeping. He would wake up and he would be in his bed. It was all just a nightmare.\\\
Inu-Yasha sat straight up. He grabbed his head and a tear fell from his eye. He cursed and wiped the tear away. That had happened so long ago. Why was he thinking about it now? Why? He had gotten over his parent's death hadn't he?
He sighed as he looked around him. An alley. He never had a home after his parent's death. He wouldn't go to an orphanage. He just became a street rat. All he had to do was get revenge on Naraku. For creating his nightmare.
He had already tried to get him at his latest killing spree. He failed then. He wouldn't fail again.
End of Chapter One
Liger003 ~ Hey, I hoped you liked it. If you did please review! If you didn't review and tell me why! Please!? And I really don't like flames, but if you add in constructive criticism, I will really be happy. I could always use constructive criticism! I won't get mad! I promise! Just tell me what you think!