Fragments of Time
by Bel-chan
Distributation: I don't care. Where is it though?
Idea taking: ..I noticed that many stories are like mine, but aren't mine...so..oh well.
~*~ Why Can't I Remember? ~*~
The man wearing red from the tavern walked hurriedly from the town. He stormed through a nearby forest following a well-known path. "That damn Kouga! I'll beat him into a bloody pulp the next time I see him!" With dry bloodstains on his cheek and on his shirt, the man continued on his way through the forest. The man continued on rambling in his head. Soon, the man walked into a clearing.
In front of the man, he saw a large temple. It didn't disturb the man from his thinking. It was as though he didn't care. He climbed the steps to the shrine and walked past the temple towards the back. He walked into the living portion of the shrine. Not bothering to wipe his bare feet on the mat placed outside, he stormed into a living room and attempted to destroy anything in sight that might cool his temper off.
However, a man dressed in a purple and black monk's robe ran in with great speed and stopped the other rampaging man before he could destroy anything of value. Placing his hand on the angry man's shoulder, he used the other to knock the lights out of the angry man with his staff.
"Peace, Inuyasha. You know you should've not gotten into a fight. It's against the teachings of buddah." said the monk.
The man named Inuyasha spat on the floor. " It's none of your business who I fight and when I fight, Miroku!"
Miroku shut his eyes and calmly said, "You ARE going to clean up that mess you just made."
Inuyasha retorted, "Feh! If you are so worried about the head priest coming down on you why don't you do it your-"
Miroku with his fast reflexes, hit Inuyasha again on the head, making Inuyasha go sleepy bye-bye. Miroku then hurried out towards the shrine's shed and picked up a rag and a bucket and walked back in the living area of the shrine. Carefully, he placed the stinking rag and bucket on Inuyasha's head. Grinning wildly, he prayed for forgiveness and went back to the main shrine.
Inuyasha, now off in dreamland, dreams of a sunny forest where he used to go around when he was little. He remembered a little girl a little younger than him that treated him so nicely when others did not. It was a familiar dream. He had it constantly. The little girl he promised to be with later again always gave him a warm feeling. A lightheadedness. But he could never remember the little girl's face. She was only just a faint shadow in his dreams. But this time was different. The shadow gave away slightly this time. Inuyasha's chest tightened.
Suddenly, Inuyasha jolted awake. Knocking off the bucket and rag on his face, he breathed in hard. The bucket had been suffacating him. Eyes tight, Inuyasha struggled to maintain the picture in his head. But it was rapidly disapearing. It was there...and now gone.
~*~
Across the city, Kagome was getting off her carridge with a disgruntled feeling that she'd met someone important.
~*~*~*~*~
AN: On Febuary 1, 2003, I have reeditted the previous chapters as well as this chapter. I didn't realize how many mistakes were in them. I shall be working very hard to comply to my wonderful reader's needs. I aplogize for any inconvience. I have currently lost my rubric for the story, and I'm being a idiot writer. Is there anyone who would like me to put a "dictionary" at the end or beginning of a chapter for any japanese terms I use?
by Bel-chan
Distributation: I don't care. Where is it though?
Idea taking: ..I noticed that many stories are like mine, but aren't mine...so..oh well.
~*~ Why Can't I Remember? ~*~
The man wearing red from the tavern walked hurriedly from the town. He stormed through a nearby forest following a well-known path. "That damn Kouga! I'll beat him into a bloody pulp the next time I see him!" With dry bloodstains on his cheek and on his shirt, the man continued on his way through the forest. The man continued on rambling in his head. Soon, the man walked into a clearing.
In front of the man, he saw a large temple. It didn't disturb the man from his thinking. It was as though he didn't care. He climbed the steps to the shrine and walked past the temple towards the back. He walked into the living portion of the shrine. Not bothering to wipe his bare feet on the mat placed outside, he stormed into a living room and attempted to destroy anything in sight that might cool his temper off.
However, a man dressed in a purple and black monk's robe ran in with great speed and stopped the other rampaging man before he could destroy anything of value. Placing his hand on the angry man's shoulder, he used the other to knock the lights out of the angry man with his staff.
"Peace, Inuyasha. You know you should've not gotten into a fight. It's against the teachings of buddah." said the monk.
The man named Inuyasha spat on the floor. " It's none of your business who I fight and when I fight, Miroku!"
Miroku shut his eyes and calmly said, "You ARE going to clean up that mess you just made."
Inuyasha retorted, "Feh! If you are so worried about the head priest coming down on you why don't you do it your-"
Miroku with his fast reflexes, hit Inuyasha again on the head, making Inuyasha go sleepy bye-bye. Miroku then hurried out towards the shrine's shed and picked up a rag and a bucket and walked back in the living area of the shrine. Carefully, he placed the stinking rag and bucket on Inuyasha's head. Grinning wildly, he prayed for forgiveness and went back to the main shrine.
Inuyasha, now off in dreamland, dreams of a sunny forest where he used to go around when he was little. He remembered a little girl a little younger than him that treated him so nicely when others did not. It was a familiar dream. He had it constantly. The little girl he promised to be with later again always gave him a warm feeling. A lightheadedness. But he could never remember the little girl's face. She was only just a faint shadow in his dreams. But this time was different. The shadow gave away slightly this time. Inuyasha's chest tightened.
Suddenly, Inuyasha jolted awake. Knocking off the bucket and rag on his face, he breathed in hard. The bucket had been suffacating him. Eyes tight, Inuyasha struggled to maintain the picture in his head. But it was rapidly disapearing. It was there...and now gone.
~*~
Across the city, Kagome was getting off her carridge with a disgruntled feeling that she'd met someone important.
~*~*~*~*~
AN: On Febuary 1, 2003, I have reeditted the previous chapters as well as this chapter. I didn't realize how many mistakes were in them. I shall be working very hard to comply to my wonderful reader's needs. I aplogize for any inconvience. I have currently lost my rubric for the story, and I'm being a idiot writer. Is there anyone who would like me to put a "dictionary" at the end or beginning of a chapter for any japanese terms I use?