I die inside when I think of you
2k2.12.27 -- 2:15 am
Important notice: I do not own Inuyasha. As many other people do, I wish I did. Plain and simple. And even if you did try to sue me, about all you'd get would be a demon cat, a couple of stubby pencils, and some dust motes. Sorry.
Crappy, but necessary author's notes: I'm not sure where I'm going with this story. It happens in a sort of "suspended reality" type setting, within the original Inuyasha story-line. I'm really only writing it as a method to restore myself to top writing shape so I can successfully complete my original titles (which are about vampires. go figure.) But I do hate not finishing things, so who knows, maybe I'll complete this. Just please be patient as I don't know where this will end. the idea just kinda popped into my head the other day. Also, I'm guessing at ages. I haven't seen the show enough to know all the little details yet, though give me a week or two and I'll know it like the back of my hand. Just. think loosely here, please? Also, the name is subject to change. its just doesn't seem to flow right to me!
--The sky was a light gray that day. A happy, wistful color, usually reminiscent of cool breezes and clear, cloudless skies, of sleepy, but otherwise perfectly peaceful persons going about their daily work early in the morning as the dew dried upon the waking flowers and the sun woke from its midnight slumber upon the horizon's distant mountains to shed its warming light upon the newly awakened world. If you were to awaken to that silvery sky, your worries would have been wiped clean, if only for the moment, and you would have turned your closed eyes to the heavens and breathed deep, savoring the soft, clean scents of the new day, blissfully unaware of the daily toil that would find you a few hours down the road.
--But for Kagome, the light gray of the sky was an omen of storms to come, of lightning tearing the sky asunder as cold rain sheeted down, pelting all of God's children with its icy touch as if reminding them that the shadows of life were still there; that they need only to look around the corner to see death looming ever closer. we are dieing the moment we emerge from the womb.
--Kagome was a nice girl, though a bit unusual. She always seemed to be rushing about, a sandstorm within the midst of the tundra, her happy-go- lucky attitude always shining with eagerness and friendliness. She was loved by many, despised by very few. and those few were caught within their negative feelings only by the chains of jealousy and resentment that they harbored within themselves for all things bright and joyous.
--Her appearance could almost be construed as average. of medium height and modest looking; until one got close and noticed the feminine, cat-like slant that shaped the corners of her eyes, the soft, healthy flush of pink that graced smooth, perfectly white skin, and the feathery texture of ebony hair that fell in her eyes in the form of bangs and fell down her back in a smooth wave to her shoulder-blades. She was beautiful, in the rare way that is usually not achieved, and then only by a few, before life's prime. Unfortunately, Kagome could never see herself as beautiful, caught so she was within the biggest lie any woman can tell herself. And so she hid her slim body behind sweaters, and long-sleeved, a bit-too-big, shirts; though one must admit, the occasional mini-skirt was not out of the question.
--She was usually such a happy girl, one who would have joined the masses in looking blissfully to the early sky and reveling in the new dawn. but now, as she left her house for school, her large, yellow backpack slung unceremoniously over one arm, her gaze was cast down, hair falling to cover her eyes as she struggled not to cry - as she struggled to make sense of the feelings that had overtaken her during the past week or so, feelings that were nameless, but suffocating in their intensity.
--And as she walked on, diligently placing one foot in front of the other when all she yearned for was the dark oblivion of sleep in her large, soft bed back home, only one answer was made available to her. these new, nameless mix of emotions that almost made her bipolar at their most extreme, seemed to be centered around one image, and one, damnable image only.
--That of a young man, his form spread in sleep across a lone tree-branch, growling softly at some dream as he clutched, loosely, the hilt of his old sword while the night's playful breezes swept his silvery hair into shimmering ropes of brilliance.
Hmmm. so, what do you think? I'm kinda wanting this fic to have a slightly dark feel as it goes well with the mood I need for my other writing. I was trying to describe the feelings most people get when stress has piled so much on their shoulders and they get so tired of dealing with it that sleep is all they crave. and don't crave all at once. and because of their desire to withdraw temporarily from reality, they think a lot within their own minds and start to realize things about themselves and what they truly feel towards other. hence the image of Inuyasha Kagome can't shake from her mind. If you didn't understand that. well damn then, I'll have to figure out another way of getting it across! I've been through it before and it made me feel like hell! *grin* thanks to all of you that took the time to read this. I appreciate it!
--Sylph
2k2.12.27 -- 2:15 am
Important notice: I do not own Inuyasha. As many other people do, I wish I did. Plain and simple. And even if you did try to sue me, about all you'd get would be a demon cat, a couple of stubby pencils, and some dust motes. Sorry.
Crappy, but necessary author's notes: I'm not sure where I'm going with this story. It happens in a sort of "suspended reality" type setting, within the original Inuyasha story-line. I'm really only writing it as a method to restore myself to top writing shape so I can successfully complete my original titles (which are about vampires. go figure.) But I do hate not finishing things, so who knows, maybe I'll complete this. Just please be patient as I don't know where this will end. the idea just kinda popped into my head the other day. Also, I'm guessing at ages. I haven't seen the show enough to know all the little details yet, though give me a week or two and I'll know it like the back of my hand. Just. think loosely here, please? Also, the name is subject to change. its just doesn't seem to flow right to me!
--The sky was a light gray that day. A happy, wistful color, usually reminiscent of cool breezes and clear, cloudless skies, of sleepy, but otherwise perfectly peaceful persons going about their daily work early in the morning as the dew dried upon the waking flowers and the sun woke from its midnight slumber upon the horizon's distant mountains to shed its warming light upon the newly awakened world. If you were to awaken to that silvery sky, your worries would have been wiped clean, if only for the moment, and you would have turned your closed eyes to the heavens and breathed deep, savoring the soft, clean scents of the new day, blissfully unaware of the daily toil that would find you a few hours down the road.
--But for Kagome, the light gray of the sky was an omen of storms to come, of lightning tearing the sky asunder as cold rain sheeted down, pelting all of God's children with its icy touch as if reminding them that the shadows of life were still there; that they need only to look around the corner to see death looming ever closer. we are dieing the moment we emerge from the womb.
--Kagome was a nice girl, though a bit unusual. She always seemed to be rushing about, a sandstorm within the midst of the tundra, her happy-go- lucky attitude always shining with eagerness and friendliness. She was loved by many, despised by very few. and those few were caught within their negative feelings only by the chains of jealousy and resentment that they harbored within themselves for all things bright and joyous.
--Her appearance could almost be construed as average. of medium height and modest looking; until one got close and noticed the feminine, cat-like slant that shaped the corners of her eyes, the soft, healthy flush of pink that graced smooth, perfectly white skin, and the feathery texture of ebony hair that fell in her eyes in the form of bangs and fell down her back in a smooth wave to her shoulder-blades. She was beautiful, in the rare way that is usually not achieved, and then only by a few, before life's prime. Unfortunately, Kagome could never see herself as beautiful, caught so she was within the biggest lie any woman can tell herself. And so she hid her slim body behind sweaters, and long-sleeved, a bit-too-big, shirts; though one must admit, the occasional mini-skirt was not out of the question.
--She was usually such a happy girl, one who would have joined the masses in looking blissfully to the early sky and reveling in the new dawn. but now, as she left her house for school, her large, yellow backpack slung unceremoniously over one arm, her gaze was cast down, hair falling to cover her eyes as she struggled not to cry - as she struggled to make sense of the feelings that had overtaken her during the past week or so, feelings that were nameless, but suffocating in their intensity.
--And as she walked on, diligently placing one foot in front of the other when all she yearned for was the dark oblivion of sleep in her large, soft bed back home, only one answer was made available to her. these new, nameless mix of emotions that almost made her bipolar at their most extreme, seemed to be centered around one image, and one, damnable image only.
--That of a young man, his form spread in sleep across a lone tree-branch, growling softly at some dream as he clutched, loosely, the hilt of his old sword while the night's playful breezes swept his silvery hair into shimmering ropes of brilliance.
Hmmm. so, what do you think? I'm kinda wanting this fic to have a slightly dark feel as it goes well with the mood I need for my other writing. I was trying to describe the feelings most people get when stress has piled so much on their shoulders and they get so tired of dealing with it that sleep is all they crave. and don't crave all at once. and because of their desire to withdraw temporarily from reality, they think a lot within their own minds and start to realize things about themselves and what they truly feel towards other. hence the image of Inuyasha Kagome can't shake from her mind. If you didn't understand that. well damn then, I'll have to figure out another way of getting it across! I've been through it before and it made me feel like hell! *grin* thanks to all of you that took the time to read this. I appreciate it!
--Sylph