Tongues
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, I wouldn't be here now would I?
(Chapter 1: Dreaming of Golden eyes)
Had the world always been so cruel to the beings it housed? If one wasn't to exist, why should they be the ones to suffer the wrath of the creators' imagination? Why was it so? In Aika's mind, it was a simple answer. Humans had no need to exist. Why had God created them if the galaxy was said to be simply gorgeous? Had he been lonely? Had he been depressed? Had his heart yearned for someone to tell all his tales of simply floating in the void he had been born in?
There was nothing to explain why. But all she did know was one thing. The poison of human kind. Something she was very familiar with. The very thing that was forcing her halfway across the globe. Addiction.
Those eyes. They were the eminent thing that had appeared in her dreams. Intimidating. Hostile…..Lonely. For some strange reason, Aika wanted to comfort those same eyes that mirrored hers on a daily basis. She hadn't felt sympathy in over five years. Not for anyone. Her mother, little sister Isabel, nor her father. There were no exceptions in life. So why would she make one if God didn't?
Yet back to those eyes, slowly zooming outward with each passing second it seemed. Silver hair. Beautiful mark of a perfect crescent moon. Pale almost translucent flesh. The killing perfection. Her heart began to race as if she were still feeling the old high again, riding on that wave and her fear to come crashing down awakened her. As she opened her own eyes, she gazed warily about the silent, sleeping plane. Ignoring the sleeping woman who had dared bring her into the cruel world, she stumbled to the bathroom. The sun had yet to come up it seemed. Yet she could see the same gold in her dream of those lonely eyes…How had it come to be so?
Taking her sweet time, she observed herself. She wasn't the prettiest, but over the years of growing up on the streets of New Orleans toughened her up. Around 5'9 and a curvaceous thick teenage female of African-American/Japanese heritage, her bright mocha flesh encased her figure, littered with scars and a few piercings here and there. Her eyes were a mere light gray, which in the past reflected light and put off a joyous aura. But now, only showed the pain she'd gone through in the last few years. Under a small nose and full cupids bow lips, slender shoulders which was marked with tattoos, cigarette burns and cuts. Women envied her. Men loved her. In Aika's opinion, she was nothing. But something inside of her told her those golden eyes wouldn't think so….