The Hidden Hanyou
Shane stood there, gazing down into that hole in the ground. There seemed to be no bottom to it, it was just black. She glanced behind her, looking over the grounds of the orphanage. The 15-year-old glanced back into the ancient well; the brick remains now nothing but a few pebbles at the rim, and the occasional piece of red rock. Thoughts of suicide ran through her head, and sounded pretty convincing. She took a deep breath; about to plunge to what was seemingly a blissful death, then something made her back away from the hole and in a hurry.
"Come on down Shanih...Shanih..."
Shane suddenly shivered, backing away from it, and then she threw a glance over her shoulders at the building from whence she came. Shane growled at the old run-down three-story factory, which had served as her home for the last 10 years, glaring at it with hatred in her black/brown eyes.
"Oh BAH! No one could miss me, nor would! I've got no friends, no family, no pets for god's sake!" She pulled out her one comfort out of a sheath strapped to her back, the only thing she knew of her parents. A battle-axe, double sided and made of stainless steel, with both edges kept sharp enough to split hairs. Shane again stared it down, short golden brown hair tossing a bit in the breeze; gold highlights so shiny the sent tiny reflections onto the grass around her. From this weapon, she could guess one of two things; they were either psychos or museum curators. It was pretty light for such a weapon, at least to her. The other kids couldn't even lift the medieval weapon; not even the adults could heave the steel ax onto their shoulders.
She found it amusing that it took ten adults working together to do what she could with one arm. Having long before sat down on the summer grass, Shane chuckled as old memories resurfaced.
To the smaller kids, Shane was an idol, almost god-like because of her strength, not to mention the fact that she would keep the older teenagers away and also she could smell what dinner was about two hours before it was served. But the other teens, they hated her. Taunting her at every turn, picking at everything from the fact that she growled when exerting herself to her teeth and fingernails, both of which were longer then usual and sharp, well, her canines were. Shane fingered them, as they stuck out from her upper lip, and winced as she cut herself on her own razor sharp teeth.
'Ok.I'll admit it.' She thought, grinning, but she still was set for suicide, even though that weird voice was still there. Standing again, she went to the old well, steeling herself for the plunge. That whispering voice returned, but it didn't seem to creep Shane out this time.
"No stopping now." Shane muttered, stepping into the hole and disappearing into the darkness.
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The weird thing was, as Shane decided when she opened one of her closed eyes, that she hadn't hit the bottom yet. She kept falling, the darkness now complete, the light from the well opening not even a pinpoint anymore. Suddenly, she saw a milky light some spilling from somewhere in front of her, straight down. Cocking her head to the side, she clutched her ax to her chest and curled up for impact, but instead of hitting rock, she was thrown onto dew-covered grass, the moonlight throwing milky yellow reflections onto the trees around her from her hair. After a moment, Shane put up one arm, then the other, face still in the dirt, and pushed herself up. Even though the night seemed silent, a flood of new smells assaulted her nose.
"Ok.am I dead? If I am, this most certainly isn't what I expected for Hell."
Her ax clattered to the ground and immediately, an incredible pain suddenly shot through her temples and ears. She stifled a cry, clapping her hands to her ears
"What the hell?!" She screeched, but her ears disappeared from under her hands, sliding up to sit on top of her head. The shape changed as they rounded out, became larger, and was covered in short, course, and thick golden-brown hair, like the coat of a grizzly bear..
"Well.that was interesting."
She fingered them, slightly confused and really freaked out. Her hearing suddenly shot up, and the previously silent night became a deafening array of sounds, including a pair of stealthy footsteps; even her newly upgraded ears could barely hear it.
Shane stood again, ears swinging around to target the sound. Her nose isolated the scent being blown towards her, and instantly recognized it, scowling and bringing her ax to bear.
Dog.
FWEEEEE! Go easy on me, because this is my first Inuyasha fic, but r + r!
Shane stood there, gazing down into that hole in the ground. There seemed to be no bottom to it, it was just black. She glanced behind her, looking over the grounds of the orphanage. The 15-year-old glanced back into the ancient well; the brick remains now nothing but a few pebbles at the rim, and the occasional piece of red rock. Thoughts of suicide ran through her head, and sounded pretty convincing. She took a deep breath; about to plunge to what was seemingly a blissful death, then something made her back away from the hole and in a hurry.
"Come on down Shanih...Shanih..."
Shane suddenly shivered, backing away from it, and then she threw a glance over her shoulders at the building from whence she came. Shane growled at the old run-down three-story factory, which had served as her home for the last 10 years, glaring at it with hatred in her black/brown eyes.
"Oh BAH! No one could miss me, nor would! I've got no friends, no family, no pets for god's sake!" She pulled out her one comfort out of a sheath strapped to her back, the only thing she knew of her parents. A battle-axe, double sided and made of stainless steel, with both edges kept sharp enough to split hairs. Shane again stared it down, short golden brown hair tossing a bit in the breeze; gold highlights so shiny the sent tiny reflections onto the grass around her. From this weapon, she could guess one of two things; they were either psychos or museum curators. It was pretty light for such a weapon, at least to her. The other kids couldn't even lift the medieval weapon; not even the adults could heave the steel ax onto their shoulders.
She found it amusing that it took ten adults working together to do what she could with one arm. Having long before sat down on the summer grass, Shane chuckled as old memories resurfaced.
To the smaller kids, Shane was an idol, almost god-like because of her strength, not to mention the fact that she would keep the older teenagers away and also she could smell what dinner was about two hours before it was served. But the other teens, they hated her. Taunting her at every turn, picking at everything from the fact that she growled when exerting herself to her teeth and fingernails, both of which were longer then usual and sharp, well, her canines were. Shane fingered them, as they stuck out from her upper lip, and winced as she cut herself on her own razor sharp teeth.
'Ok.I'll admit it.' She thought, grinning, but she still was set for suicide, even though that weird voice was still there. Standing again, she went to the old well, steeling herself for the plunge. That whispering voice returned, but it didn't seem to creep Shane out this time.
"No stopping now." Shane muttered, stepping into the hole and disappearing into the darkness.
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The weird thing was, as Shane decided when she opened one of her closed eyes, that she hadn't hit the bottom yet. She kept falling, the darkness now complete, the light from the well opening not even a pinpoint anymore. Suddenly, she saw a milky light some spilling from somewhere in front of her, straight down. Cocking her head to the side, she clutched her ax to her chest and curled up for impact, but instead of hitting rock, she was thrown onto dew-covered grass, the moonlight throwing milky yellow reflections onto the trees around her from her hair. After a moment, Shane put up one arm, then the other, face still in the dirt, and pushed herself up. Even though the night seemed silent, a flood of new smells assaulted her nose.
"Ok.am I dead? If I am, this most certainly isn't what I expected for Hell."
Her ax clattered to the ground and immediately, an incredible pain suddenly shot through her temples and ears. She stifled a cry, clapping her hands to her ears
"What the hell?!" She screeched, but her ears disappeared from under her hands, sliding up to sit on top of her head. The shape changed as they rounded out, became larger, and was covered in short, course, and thick golden-brown hair, like the coat of a grizzly bear..
"Well.that was interesting."
She fingered them, slightly confused and really freaked out. Her hearing suddenly shot up, and the previously silent night became a deafening array of sounds, including a pair of stealthy footsteps; even her newly upgraded ears could barely hear it.
Shane stood again, ears swinging around to target the sound. Her nose isolated the scent being blown towards her, and instantly recognized it, scowling and bringing her ax to bear.
Dog.
FWEEEEE! Go easy on me, because this is my first Inuyasha fic, but r + r!