Chapter 1: Old But New
Warning: Do not assume I own these characters because I don't…I merely manipulate their already plainly fictional existence to match my ideas.
Disclaimer: I have rewritten this fictional work, previously called "Strange Spell" to fit extended writing knowledge.
A lanky young woman strolled the streets, uncaring of other-worldly dangers, she had left those behind her many years ago. No longer was she plagued with the memories of her feudal acquaintances, enemies or risks. As a matter a fact she remembered little of those times, with each passing hour a second of her memories escaped her. The strangeness of it all never dawned on her until one fateful occurrence….
Down the back-ally roads, along walls coated with a thick layers of moss, and down steep hills surrounded by conquering skyscrapers, another lanky youth strolled the cold allies of his home. Scrimmaging through dumpsters and sniffing the air for directions towards free food, he was amongst the less fortunate. He constantly was on watch of gang members who thought highly of themselves, stealing every scrap of decency while feeling one for cash. They were the thieves, the predators of the land while he was a measly scavenger, taking what laid around for too long. He longed to exist in the light of daunting carelessness, enjoy lazy afternoons and drink wine on cool evenings. He envied those with lives of fearless freedom.
The young woman rounded a corner, not 20 feet from the hunched over young man prizing his scrapes of dinner; Half eaten hotdogs, molding bread, and bug infested pot-stickers. Setting her gaze on him a ball of spite crept up her throat, she felt like gagging…the pity for him was great.
Feeling her gaze he looked up at her struck face, "What? Never seen a starved man before?" He grunted, spiting then lifting to tower above her, "Take a picture lady, I don't need your stares and pity….take them somewhere else."
"Sorry…" She cast her gaze downward in an apologetic bow.
"Damn! Sorry your ass to the freakin' homeless shelter, people like you make me sick." He spat once more, closer to her area. Turning around he began to fade into the distance, walked with a determination lacking in her own steps, it was refreshing to watch. Inspired by his motivated stride she bent over, chose a small harmless stone, aimed and….FIRE!!
::Smack!:: "Gawd! What the frick!" Spinning around to face her, the light constantly deeping, noon morphing to night, he scowled at her. "Who the frickin' hell do you think you are, better bit it punk! I don't like kicken girly ass but I'll make an exception if you don't scram in 10 seconds."
As he lifted his fist to began count down she calmly asked, "Do you have a name?"
"What 's it to you, Princess?" He scoffed.
"You look familiar." She replied with a slightly tilted head.
He hesitated…looked down and kicked at a stone with a shy-boy quality then whispered, "Sakero…" nodding in her direction he softly asked, "How bout an exchange,...yours Princess?"
"Kagome." She walked towards his faulty anger and stood before him. Sakero stared at her with a curious annoyance, "What do you want with me chick?"
"Kagome…" She corrected
"Whatever! Answer the question!"
"Trying to remember…"
He leaned forward slightly as if to hear her better, "Remember what?" He grunted.
"I knew this boy…I think. He…..I think he looked like you." She reached up and placed her fingers in his shaggy mane of hair, "I think he had dog ears….right….right here." Looking into is shuddering eyes, she smiled to loosen him up…it didn't work.
"His hair was long, full and silver! Sometimes I can feel it brush against my face…" Kagome whispered as she tangled her fingers into his short nest of hair. Running her finger tips down his face and onto his now tightly shut eye lids (to avoid having his eyes poked) she mumbled, "His eyes were auburn…" trailing down to his mouth, "He had fangs….a big mouth filled with stupid excuses and dumb arguments!"
He wanted to stop her before he ended up with a boner. She wouldn't last, she would walk away and not come back. He flicked her hand from his lips and grumbled, "I don't need this lady…"
"Kagome…"
"Damn Lady! Check out of this ghetto and chase your weird pretty boy fantasy somewhere else!" Turning to walk away he could still feel her eyes on him….
"You look a lot like him…"
"Who!?!" He yelled without turning to face her.
"Inuyasha…"