Hello everyone, long time lurker here and first time writer. If that's even how one would go about this ha.
Anyway I've been a fan of Inuyasha since I was prepubescent adolescent. Anyway, this is my first story ever, besides the one time I thought I wanted to be a writer. HA.
I do wish to finish the story but i'm not sure if it will happen or not. Considering it's my first and I'm not sure how strong of a writer I am and or will be. But I do have an active imagination so lets give it a shot!
This will be a romance between Sesshomaru and an OC, there will be other characters that are from the series and or made up from myself. There may or may not be lemons, I love to read them myself so its possible other than that there will be blood language ect... so it will be for mature audiences.
But I will give a warning. Anyway, I would like this story to be long, it will have many chapters, I will try to stick to the actual story line but this will be set after Naraku is dead. He ded. k no Naraku. I make dis up. If I do something wrong feel free to let me know :]
And now for the story~!
I don't own inuyasha or any of the character besides my own :]
Warning: Blood, sexual innuendos
The night sky flashes with a bright red light, a gush of wind rushes past the trees, bending the branches to its will. A blood curdling snarl is released from a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Blood seeps from a gash, creating a pool of crimson liquid on the grassy field. Not far from the wounded lies a body, ravaged from battle. Peaceful in the face, no pain, no emotion. As if only sleeping, the only clue that this is not the case is the large sword embedded in its chest. A large clawed hand grabs the hilt, roughly yanking the sword from it short lived stay. Crackling fire heats around the blade, bubbling and burning the blood. Smoke rises as the flame dies, leaving the weapon to glow a soft red, illuminating the massive body of its keeper. Sheathing the sword a rush of power surrounds the victor, bending the trees once again. A cyclone of power builds faster and faster as his body bends and cracks building into a large scaled creature. Wings surround the body of iron scales, dark black claws lethal weapons, large eyes of deep blue, teeth sharper than any weapon.
'A DRAGON!' Screams a small girl.
'Yes, yes a dragon dear child.' A woman of resemblance to the child says through a small laugh. 'But not just any dragon, the strongest of them all.' She quickly adds.
'Yes I know that, you've told me this story thousands of times, I know who he is!' A child then proclaims.
'Then, why my dear one, do you always ask for this story to be the one I tell you. If you know it so well then why not allow me to read you something new, or create a new adventure?'
'Because... this one is my favorite, It has fighting and dragons! It's got all the good stuff I like in it!'
The woman looks down at the small child in front of her. Dark hair loosely lifted in a bun. Strands falling into her dark blue eyes, outlined by thick lashes. Though young in her age, beauty is potent in her.
'Now why, may I ask, does a little lady such as yourself like fighting and dragons so much? There are many other things that can attract your attention my dear. Dancing, singing, art? Come now would you rather not hear of the princess of the moon?' Questioned the woman.
'No! The dragon has power and pride. I want to be like the dragon. He takes care of everyone, he is our hero mama. The princess of the moon...' Squinting her face she sighs. 'You know she isn't really the moon, she is just on it right?'
Laughing the woman grabs the child pulling her close and kissing her head softly.
'Yes my child yes. You my dear...' She pulls her face up looking into her deep blue eyes. 'You my wonderful daughter have many many wonderful traits, your father would be proud.' A sadness engulfs the woman's eyes Looking upon her daughter she smiles. 'I love you my darling, it is time for bed now' Kissing her once again she releases her.
Looking upon her mother she nods, lifting her blankets up she shimmies under and lays down. 'Mama' the little girls softly says. 'I love you'
The woman turns and smiles softly to the little girl 'And I you, I'll see you in the morning my love'
Many Years Later
'OI WAKE UP I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY TO BE WAITING ON YOUR ASS' A loud threatening voice shakes a young woman from her slumber. Roughly she sits up from the dirt floor, leaning against a rugged worn wall, rubbing her face. Opening her deep blue eyes she looks among the room. Dark, with light burning her eyes through the only doorway. The memory of a dream foggy on her mind, clenching her jaw she strains to remember what of it she can.
'DID I NOT JUST TELL YOU TO GET UP?' the voice echoed through the hall.
'YES, I'M COMING!' She yelled back, venom seeping through her words. For the love that is all holy in this world. Can he not scream like that every morning!? Jumping up she stretches her body, slim, but build like a woman. Hips, and a bust yet not so over done. She is a beauty after all. Her dark hair straight, down to her hips, cascade past her face as she leans forward picking up the scrap of cloth she slept with just the night before, moving it to the small pile of possessions she has. Sighing to herself she looks to the door. 'Well here goes another day.'
The town is alive with the hum of activity. Traders, yelling to the towns folk, every which way someone is selling something. Goods, from food, clothes, livestock, jewelry, weapons, everything. Women pulling their children along with them carrying out their everyday life. Men drinking heavily of sake, cat calling to the brothel women. Forgotten children run in and out of the crowds, looking for unsuspecting travelers. And a young woman, with dark blue eyes walking down the middle of all of this, carrying a basket, keeping to herself as she walks. Eyes alert, looking for any and all dangers, picking up the pace past the brothel, making sure to not make any eye contact with anyone.
'Oi, Tome. Lookie there.' A man covered in a small layer of dirt nudges to another indicating her direction. 'Pretty little thing eh?' Smirking at himself as he eyes down the young woman. 'Wonder if the ole mans been getting something more from her! A little extra warmth at night!' Nearly yelling the man laughs with the few other men near him. The man called Tome smirks and nods 'She looks as if she's walking with a limp hahaha!' Snickering at his own comment he adds 'wouldn't mind if i were the cause of it!' Shuddering she sped up her pace past these men.
As she reaches the edge of the town she see's the forest line off in the distance. Releasing the breath she didn't know she held she sighs. Walking more leisurely she takes in the morning rays. The sun warms her tan skin, her short yukata, tan and marred with dirt and stains shows her arms and legs. Her hair swaying as she walks, strands in her face flow with the wind, tickling her nose.
As she reaches the treeline she looks in the deepness of the forest itself. Quiet, or so it seems, booming with wildlife and adventure. She looks behind her back to the bustling town. How different they seem yet in the same, deadly. She sighs 'I'd pick the forest any day' she says softly. Walking through the forest she is greeted with the soft chirps of birds. The vines wrap around the trees in odd directions, making a mass entangle web of vegetation. Reaching in the basket she pulls out a parchment and read through the list. Mugwort, Fenugreek, Alder, and knotweed. Nodding to her self she stops and looks around her, the area looks to be fresh, no indications that someone has been near the area for some time. She walks deeper, slowly as she looks for common spots where the plants normally bloom.
Closing her eyes she leans her back against a tree. Enjoying the sounds of the forest she thinks. Her life may not be how she wanted it but she is alive. If you could call it that, she works for Jiro a man of the village, doing all his odd tasks he hands her. He gives her food and a room, however he is very strict and reminds her of her place daily. She has been with him for many summers now, he took her in when the previous family no longer had room for her. Today she was lucky enough to be given the task to collect herbs and plants for the local monk. Opening her eyes she looks up to the sky. The branches outstretch in the sky, shading her from the rays of warmth. Warmth, something her life seems to be lacking. 'I'm alive' she whispers. 'Am I really...?' She sighs again. Looking to the forest she continues on her task.
Hours pass as she continues through the forest. She comes across a small brook, taking a moment she bends to refresh herself with the water. Cool to the touch she smiles. Running her fingers through the clear water she looses herself in thought. Unaware of her surroundings a figure slowly approaches from her side. She looks to her right and jumps up abruptly tossing her basket from her hands into the brook. The herbs she so tediously worked to collect land all around her, some being dragged down the water way. Eyes wide and breath hitched she takes in the man standing near her. Dark hair, tied high in a pony tail. Eyes dark, hard and unrelenting. Tan skin tone, his face free of all marks as if made of fine porcelain. He stands tall, much more than herself. His broad shoulders strong, along with his chest, which is covered in armor, shined metal, gleaming in the light. A sword at his waist, sheathed for the moment. This man is not a man at all, his power brushes against her, the surface of her skin feels as if it's on fire. This man is a youkai . She is unable to move, terror strikes her still.
Looking her up and down, his eyes take in every detail. She is young but not a child. Her body is firm, yet slim, appealing. Her hair is long and loose, dark as the night, yet shimmering with life in the sun. Her eyes dark blue as the deepest part of the sea, lovely full lashes outline them, deepening them. Her skin flawless as the Kamis, not a blemish on her face. Her lips full, open in startled amazement. Terror licks at his senses, this girl fears him. Good.
'Your name girl.' His voice, deep and harsh booms out against her. Flinching in place her eyes widen. He looks to her tightening his face, his lips in a thin line, clearly not happy. A second more goes by. 'I shall not repeat myself girl, give me your name.' The wind picks up pushing her hair past her, whipping it in the wind. Reality sets in, he body shivers. Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath and opens her mouth.
Ok that's the first chapter, I wanna keep things a secret. Want it to all fall into place, hope I didn't jump around to much! Hope you enjoyed :]
(The Italic is their inner thought)