I'm writing this for two reasons. One, because I feel I have failed as a writer with my other story, but will still continue it till it is finished, and two because I know I can do better.
So thank you to those who decided to click on my story, and I hope it pleases you.
~DMNB.3
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It wasn't so much the sounds that enticed him, it was the smell. An odd smell, a clean smell, and it was radiating from the hot spring. It intrigued him, he couldn't comprehend why he had the sudden compelling urge, a strong, will shattering pull, towards the peculiar smell radiating from the hot springs. Naturally, brooks smelt clean, yes. Yet this clean, it smelt like the human miko that traveled with his half-brother. The miko's smell always confound him, for how did she, a human nonetheless, smell so clean. So fresh. So new. Perhaps now was his opportunity to gather the object in which created this delightful aroma. Or at the very least, learn more about it.
He walked with smooth quickness, deadly gracefulness. His advanced eyesight, the extraordinary ability to be able penetrate the darkness, able to distinguish what is what, to walk with the utmost grace. It's remarkable.
As he got closer, the smell got stronger, combined with the clean, fresh smell, was the tantalizing smell of strawberries. He continued his stride to the hot spring till he met the border of the trees, and where the hot spring begins. Splashing in the water with a content smile on her face was indeed, the miko. The water went about an inch below her collar bone.
He sniffed faintly at the humid atmosphere, and quickly found the source of the intriguing smell. A little plastic container sat beside the basking woman, on a small smooth rock. He shot forward quickly and snatched up the outlandish contraption. He looked down his nose at her, disgust clearly smeared all over his face, how she could not notice him, so close to her. Only inches away from her. He decided to ignore her, and started fiddling with the bottle. At first he couldn't get it open, but he quickly solved that problem. He snipped the top of and took a deep inhale. This is defiantly the source of the strawberry smell, but what about the unspoiled smell. Again he whiffed gently at the air, to find it leading him towards a small white bar looking object. He gazed at it for a split second before deciding to stick a deadly claw into it. The thought of licking it came to his mind.
Just as he stuck his tongue out, only inches away from the fresh bar, he heard a small scared voice ask,
"Lord Sesshomaru? What are you doing with my soap?"
Well that's chapter one! Reviews are VERY welcomed! Thank you and come again! (insert smiley face!)