Night Watch: Yagenei
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer:
I do not own Inu-Yasha.
I only rent Miroku.
I have no money.
So please don't sue.
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Yellow gold eyes peer out of the darkness. Light steps cracking the underbrush as he creeps
towards the tasty morsel. Hesitately slightly, he sticks his head high into the air, turning his
head right...then left...and peering all around. Satisfied that he was alone, he crept closer.
Closer.
Closer.
And--Crack!
The full, brute force left his head swung limply, spine detached from his skull and eyes glazed
in hazy shock.
My clawed hands slice through his furry coat, splaying his skin on the soft ground, spilling a warm
crimson pond on the ground beside him and soaking his immaculate white rabbit fur.
With another crunch, the rib cage spread apart, allowing my clawed hands easy access to the
tender bits of entrails.
Scooping a piece of his still warm liver, I pop it into my mouth, chewing it thoughtfully.
Raising my eyebrows slightly, I watched as the warrior girl sat beside the houshi.
Another organ pops into my mouth, this time the heart. A slight smile as the warm blood gushes
out into my mouth as my teeth bite down.
I lay in wait quite a distance from the band...observing their actions, their routine.
The distance masks my presence from the hanyou and his friends. Their demon ability of smell
would detect me in seconds if not for the fact that I remain downwind. They can be quite clever,
actually, and have taken down lesser demons. One of which I am not. But I am not so foolhardy as
to believe our battle will quick and painless.
The emergence of the first morning light is causing my hands to begin to appear misty. My physical
form beginning its slow, daily disappearance. The first few nights I spent in observance of this troupe,
I was given time to acclimate myself to my change. Little feeling remains in my body and no demon can
detect my presence except for a slight chill in the air around me.
At first morning's light my true form is masked; I can touch no one and they can not touch me. I
can move about freely, entering into the mind of my prey to find their weakness. I cannot alter
those dreams--but I can alter their reality.
As dusk sets in, my form once again becomes visable. Silver hair, pale skin, and white eyes sharply
contrasting my black yukata.
My favorite ability, I inherited another ability from father. I can borrow anyone's shape, their voice,
their clothes, their powers. All but their soul...not that it matters much.
I may not have much physical strength in my own form, but the combined effects of my powers
can be quite devasting.
I lick the last of the blood from my lips, as I continue my silent watch. Little of the rabbit remains
aside from its fur and bones.
A voice calls out from the dead of night, "Yagenei..."
"Father!" I whisper happily. "Where are you?"
"Yagenei...stay and keep watch here for a little while longer. I will send one of your sisters as a sign
to begin our plan." His commanding voice betrayed little emotion, but he could not hide the wide smile on his
face after he emerged from the darkness.
"Alright father," I nod, complacently.
Wrapping his arms around me, he whispered, "Thank you, my obedient daughter."
Within seconds, he dissappears from my demon sight. I return to my post.
The Houshi leans down and kisses the warrior girl's forehead. 'Ah...how touching. Young Love.'
As the pinkish-orange of dawn crawls over the horizon, a smirk spreading across my fading face.
'The Houshi and the warrior girl...well, this is an interesting development. One that may suit our
purposes quite nicely, if I play my cards right.'
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Rants!
1) It's time to go to Walmart.
2) This is brought to you by the letter 'B' and the number '7'.
3) I want chicken, I want liver, Meow-Mix, Meow-Mix, please deliver!
4) Yagenei is Japanese for "Night Illusion". This is why I chose these certain abilities for her.
A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer:
I do not own Inu-Yasha.
I only rent Miroku.
I have no money.
So please don't sue.
*************************************************************************************************
Yellow gold eyes peer out of the darkness. Light steps cracking the underbrush as he creeps
towards the tasty morsel. Hesitately slightly, he sticks his head high into the air, turning his
head right...then left...and peering all around. Satisfied that he was alone, he crept closer.
Closer.
Closer.
And--Crack!
The full, brute force left his head swung limply, spine detached from his skull and eyes glazed
in hazy shock.
My clawed hands slice through his furry coat, splaying his skin on the soft ground, spilling a warm
crimson pond on the ground beside him and soaking his immaculate white rabbit fur.
With another crunch, the rib cage spread apart, allowing my clawed hands easy access to the
tender bits of entrails.
Scooping a piece of his still warm liver, I pop it into my mouth, chewing it thoughtfully.
Raising my eyebrows slightly, I watched as the warrior girl sat beside the houshi.
Another organ pops into my mouth, this time the heart. A slight smile as the warm blood gushes
out into my mouth as my teeth bite down.
I lay in wait quite a distance from the band...observing their actions, their routine.
The distance masks my presence from the hanyou and his friends. Their demon ability of smell
would detect me in seconds if not for the fact that I remain downwind. They can be quite clever,
actually, and have taken down lesser demons. One of which I am not. But I am not so foolhardy as
to believe our battle will quick and painless.
The emergence of the first morning light is causing my hands to begin to appear misty. My physical
form beginning its slow, daily disappearance. The first few nights I spent in observance of this troupe,
I was given time to acclimate myself to my change. Little feeling remains in my body and no demon can
detect my presence except for a slight chill in the air around me.
At first morning's light my true form is masked; I can touch no one and they can not touch me. I
can move about freely, entering into the mind of my prey to find their weakness. I cannot alter
those dreams--but I can alter their reality.
As dusk sets in, my form once again becomes visable. Silver hair, pale skin, and white eyes sharply
contrasting my black yukata.
My favorite ability, I inherited another ability from father. I can borrow anyone's shape, their voice,
their clothes, their powers. All but their soul...not that it matters much.
I may not have much physical strength in my own form, but the combined effects of my powers
can be quite devasting.
I lick the last of the blood from my lips, as I continue my silent watch. Little of the rabbit remains
aside from its fur and bones.
A voice calls out from the dead of night, "Yagenei..."
"Father!" I whisper happily. "Where are you?"
"Yagenei...stay and keep watch here for a little while longer. I will send one of your sisters as a sign
to begin our plan." His commanding voice betrayed little emotion, but he could not hide the wide smile on his
face after he emerged from the darkness.
"Alright father," I nod, complacently.
Wrapping his arms around me, he whispered, "Thank you, my obedient daughter."
Within seconds, he dissappears from my demon sight. I return to my post.
The Houshi leans down and kisses the warrior girl's forehead. 'Ah...how touching. Young Love.'
As the pinkish-orange of dawn crawls over the horizon, a smirk spreading across my fading face.
'The Houshi and the warrior girl...well, this is an interesting development. One that may suit our
purposes quite nicely, if I play my cards right.'
*************************************************************************************************
Rants!
1) It's time to go to Walmart.
2) This is brought to you by the letter 'B' and the number '7'.
3) I want chicken, I want liver, Meow-Mix, Meow-Mix, please deliver!
4) Yagenei is Japanese for "Night Illusion". This is why I chose these certain abilities for her.
A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama
