A/N : Howdy! Umm... About my other stories that are in a rut... Please don't hurt meh! I'm just a crazed upstart writer, not to mention still a kid! And I lose interest a bit too easily. I got the idea after watching the cartoon version of Robin Hood. Anyways! Oh! The only thing is that I'm balancing on a ledge: Will I use their accent or semi-modern or both whilst talking? M'kay I suppose you can vote for yourselves in reviews? Maybe?
:.Beginning of Disclaimer.: I am not Rumiko Takahashi, so do not think I am :.End of Disclaimer.:
Description: Inuyasha is the Prince of the Wood; you know, steals from the rich to give to the needy? Robin Inuyasha and Maide Kagome? Of course you know the story! Don't act that simple. Inuyasha: Robin Hood-style:
Five Sided Dice
Prince of the Wood
'Prologue'
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The sun was setting in the west, leaving pastel clouds in its wake. The forest below held a sort of ominous silence that could only herald misgiving. Then, as if on cue, the blow of a hunter's horn pierced thru the silence. The baying of hounds followed soon after, giving chase to some unfortunate creature or other.
Unless, perhaps, the creature were more than hounds and a single unskilled bowman could handle.
As it were in this case.
Yet another unsuccessful chase after the Prince of the Wood was taking place.
Unluckily for the small band, a red- and green-clad warrior was making his silent descent upon his misdirected pursuers from behind. The sun at their head and the wind blowing east, the Prince had tricked them onto a 'fresh' trail of his--and being that the hounds couldn't catch his scent on the wind, had only to follow the faux trail.
Thar he blows, Cap'n! From tha' starboard side comes a red n' green missile, or more commonly phrazed: from out of nowhere leapt the red- and green-hooded outlaw.And so the Prince hauled off out of the woods and kindly 'helped' the bowman off his horse. Not even giving the poor soul a chance to knock an arrow, much less exhale the breath he had gasped a half-second beforehand when he heard branches snapping to his right. A clawed fist had jammed into his shoulder securely prying him from his beloved steed and roughly throwing his back into a tree.
When the man opened his eyes again and blinked back the black darkness of unconsciousness he realized he couldn't move. His life flashed before his eyes. The image of his mangled body and vivid red blood filled his vision
But, then it was gone, a different kind of red took it's place. The red of a hood and cape as it covered a green tunic, and trousers and shoe-less clawed feet.
Glistening gold eyes stared at the man out from the darkness of his hood, and shiny white fangs grinned at him from the same shadows.
The man went speechless.
The hunter looked up at his captor, the golden eyes flickered back to him holding something not unlike amusement. And the Prince of the Wood remained silent.
"Erm... Prince?" said the man, feeling the need to fill the void of silence and in the meanwhile using the honorific to hopefully spare his life. He thought he heard the young adult sigh, but then again he could have imagined it. Hah! Maybe this whole thing was just a dream. In all possiblity, he supposed, he could have fallen asleep on watch duty and could still be in the silly charade of his head. The man started laughing hysterically at his position, in hopes of proving his insane thoughts true? Or more likely proving the prince's thoughts, for he had by now deemed the man to not be in his right mind. Although, his vault into the tree surely would have caused it.
"Ahahaha! I see, I see, Bastard Prince of Half-breeds. Well, then, I suppose it would matter not if thou decidest to be me own personal guillotine." In dreams, the dreamer can not truly get hurt, the man thought.
Or perhaps the man was wrong, as well as insane.
The Prince of the Wood smirked at this, though it held no merriment, only mallice toward the title men like this had harbored for the hanyou prince.
He was in reality no bastard son. His father was the Lord of the West and his elder half-brother was the new rightful lord. This prince, the Prince of the Wood held no certain house of his own. Thus granting the surrounding woods to be his, in theory. He was still quite royal and he was still quite highborn and pure of rank, though some overlooked this by his slight by bloodline. Hanyou. All he had known since being a pup was the disgust he had gathered by numerous foes. Few, though, had actually taken the time to interact with him enough to learn his real personality and his good side. And that he was; good. But, hate could freeze a heart as fast as any ice. And he was slowly chilling over. Only the ties he held with his few friends secured him to the ground with his level-headedness. Though few friends they were.
The Prince of the Wood, Prince Inuyasha of the Western Kingdom, younger half-brother to the true Lord of the West, and son to the late Lord of the Western Provinces flexed his claws. He reached down and picked the limp man up by the front of his tunic, the smirk transforming into an all-out feral grin.
A rough wind suddenly overtook the pathway, it stirred the hood from his head as it fell back. Silver hair flashed in the wind adorned with a pair of white dog ears. His eyes carried an iciness that few survived long enough to glimpse. His fangs gleamed a clean white as his tongue ran over them once.
"Keh, f'that's what you want, peasant."
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Five: Erm. Quite short, I know, but I suppose I just wanted to get the point across that... well? What is my point?
Inuyasha: That I am the fearless Hanyou Prince of the Wood, and all shall bow down to my awesome prowess.
Five: Umm... Inuyasha? Since when have you started talking like a total loon?
Inuyasha: Since you put me in the position of the Prince of the Wood. Dur.
Five: But this is not some kid's story! You are supposed to be serious, baka.
Inuyasha: Oh yeah? Really? And was all that shit about the 'starboard and the cap'n and the red n' green missile' serious? Yup. I knew it. No wonder you're named Five Sided Dice.
Five: What!? What's that supposed to mean, dog boy?
Inuyasha: That you are weird and bi-polar! Hah!
Five: Am not! At least I don't have fuzzy, silvery, adorably cute dog ears growing out of the top of my head...
Inuyasha: That's a threat?
Five: ... Osuwari! -silence- What? I can't do it? How biased...
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A/N : Yeah... I've always wanted to have an A/N sub-story. Heh heh... I try to be funny! 'S not like my goal in life is to do stand-up. Gawd...tough crowd. -pushes 'comical laughter' button-
And double-yeah, the chapter is short because it is not technically a chapter--it's a prologue! One last thing before I type your dern eyes off!: Inuyasha did not eat him. I just thought that last bit would be a nice finishing. If you know Inuyasha like I'm sure you do, I have not ever seen him like this(unless you count his full-demon form, or the beginning of the series when he ... oh, wait, that was Naraku anyway... nevermind.), so it's not as if it's an everyday thing for him in the anime. I just wanted to start this here story off with a bit of... Bite? No pun intended.
Five Sided Dice
