This chappie's short, but later ones will be longer. I'm restarting Lost Souls in the middle, because I think it'll be more interesting if I start here and do flashbacks. Uh, I don't own Inuyasha. I can't afford him right now. That's all. :)
The girl wakes up. I'm...lying on something...soft and...and warm. She opens her eyes, but can't see anything. Something is covering her face. So she listens.
Birds...twittering. And...and...breathing?! The girl feels herself being lifted slightly as whatever...whoever...she is lying on, breathes in...then stops. Slowly it breathes again.
Aaaaaaggggghhhh... Her heart rate speeds up. Panic is setting in. The girl fights the urge to jump up and run away.
The...it's moving away...the blanket? What's covering me? The girl freezes and blinks rapidly, adjusting to the bright sunlight as her head and shoulders are uncovered. She hears a gasp. Gulping, the girl slowly turns her head...
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Where...where am I? He thinks, slowly coming back to conciousness. He can smell something. What...what is that? Cherry...blossoms? And... and blood?! But...it's not my blood...wait! Yes...I can can smell my own blood, too! The teen feels an aching pain in his right arm, and his head his pounding. It's also difficult to breathe. Slowly he opens his eyes, taking in bright sunlight and large trees. He's laying back against one of them. Two small birds fly by, twirling around one another. It...must be springtime...
Letting his eyes drop to the ground, he sees a bow lying to his right side. He frowns. That...doesn't seem familiar... Looking across his body to the left, he see a very old, rusty sword, and a scabbard hanging from his...
He jerks his head back to stomach and legs, holding his breath. Slowly the sleeves of his haori rise, but he hasn't moved at all. Aaahhhh...what? Moving his arms away from where they are crossed over his middle, he sees dark hair spilling across his torso and down his sides to the ground. He gasps.
Lying on his stomach is the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. And he doesn't have a clue who she is. But I guess that's alright. Because he doesn't know who he is either.
See? Short. I promise later chaps will be longer. I just wanted to get this one started again and see if there's any interest. Ok, well off to work on other stuff...