Prophecy of Death
By: Abby Kitty
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha. Rumiko Takahashi dose, no matter how much I wish it, It will never be mine. Thanks to those who reviewed!!!! I seriously cried when I read the things you Kind hearted souls said. ARIGATO!!!!! Especially when the authors of stories I've read and loved said such nice things, arigato again to all of you. Oh and Jen I forgive you but you may still be busy so you'll have to edit this only if YOU want to. Okeday? OK! ( Well, I'd better hurry and write because my demon of the little sister is gonna have my head on a platter if I don't give her the computer in an hour. (Brat in question holding a knife and laughing insanely.) Abby Kitty sweat droops. (Nervously), On with the story.... Chapter 2: Reawakening Year 2078
The Museum in New York was incredibly dark. Of course it would be this time of the night, or should I say day. After all, it was one in the morning. Everything was silent and the patrol guards were of course at home in their beds. Not exactly the smartest of decisions, especially on this night. The darkness swirled around the ancient objects seeming to swallow them whole. It seemed to pause at a certain object, a blade and it's scabbard. A blade, which incidentally, could destroy the whole of the "Big Apple" itself. Of course that wasn't why it was valued, or why it was being displayed so proudly in the most famous museum in the world. For one, historians in this age refused to believe in anything remotely supernatural, or even something that was going to be desperately needed for the fate of the world. For another, Its value; unfortunately, lie in the fact that it was one of the few swords left in tact, and with its scabbard, from the Warring States period in Japan. It looked very old and not well cared for because it was rusted, bent and chipped. The blade itself looked as if it would fall apart with only a small touch. The scabbard however, was in perfect shape. It gleamed in the smallest bit of light as if it was made of black Ivory. It's smooth surface seemingly indestructible. The sword and scabbard sat side by side in the display box as if they demanded respect and aw. The darkness, for some reason, could not seem to engulf this piece of display, for the sword was silently pulsating a gentle blue light, and the scabbard only magnified that light. The darkness seemed to feed on the light in ecstasy, until the sound of footsteps rung through the empty halls of the museum. The foreboding sound of the footsteps slowly and dreadingly came closer to the ancient sword and it's scabbard. The sword's light became brighter as if in challenge; the sound of a heart beat sounding from it seemed strangely loud in the corridor. The footsteps became louder as they drew nearer, then, out of the darkness a figure materialized a few feet away from the sacred items. It was the figure of a man, he was tall, but not overly so. He had long wavy hair tied back in a loose braid, his eyes glowed a bright green in the darkness. He seemed a part of the darkness itself with his graceful movements like a cat stocking his prey. His black leather trench coat swaying in around his booted feet and leather pants. He grinned maniacally as his eyes lay on the sword, his hands reaching into his trench coat for an object of black metal, created for the death of others. "Tetsusaiga," He hissed the name as if it were a curse, "This time, this time, you will not hinder me in my goals!" The sword seemed to pulse brighter mockingly. The mans eyes narrowed into a glare as the swords beet became louder. "Shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT UUUUPPPPPP!" He screamed as he brought out the gun pointing it at Tetsusaiga, and in one swift movement he pulled back the Trigger. The shot rang through the hall and for a few minutes there was complete silence. In the silence a strange humming was heard accompanied by the sound of glass shattering in every direction. The objects nearest the Tetsusaiga exploded and a three-foot diamond on the other side of the museum shattered. Then the oldest in tact blade in history, floated above its display and disintegrated into light. The museum was silent for a few more moments until an insane shrill laugh cut into that dead silence. In the midst of the laugh the Man yelled, "Inu Yasha, hahahahaha, Try and stop me this time!" His body faded into the shadows as he yelled, "Tokyo, Is that where you're hiding? Well, be warned hanyou, For Naraku is awake once again!!!
Across the Pacific Ocean, in an old mansion, on the third story, in Tokyo. Inu Kamagoti shot up in his bed in a cold sweat breathing heavily. He had ridiculously long white hair and two white dog-ears on the top of his head. He looked to be about 17 years old, he wore a silver cross on his neck showing his Christianity and his exposed well-toned chest had a small trail of blood trickling down. His golden eyes whipped down to the blood in surprise and confusion, that couldn't have been real, could it? He jumped out of his bed and ran toward his bathroom trying to clean the strange wound. As soon as the water touched it, the wound disappeared. This led him to think about his strange dream. He had been standing in an empty museum waiting for something, or someone. A man had appeared, what was his name? Naraku? Well, Naraku had shot him with a gun that literally tore him into tiny pieces. It had hurt like hell in Inu's opinion, but weren't dreams supposed to be num? Inu sighed and shook his head. It was just a dream, nothing to worry about. Him and his parents had just moved to Tokyo, tomorrow was Inu's first day of school, he needed his sleep. Moving from a small town in England to Tokyo was taxing both physically and mentally. Especially when one had school at 6:30am. Damn Japanese school system. In England it started at 7:30 at the latest. (AN: I have absolutely no clue how either countries school systems work. I'm making it up as I go along ok?) Inu Yasha walked back into his room knowing full well that he was going to have to change into human form in the morning, he hated that form but he knew in this country youkai weren't exactly welcomed with open arms. Especially because he was half human he had to be extra careful. At least in England they were friendlier towards the common youkai. He already missed that country. The thunder clapped just outside the window as Inu walked into his room with every intention on getting into bed and falling into a dreamless sleep. He certainly wasn't expecting the man from his dreams sitting there on his bed! Inu took a step back startled. "Who are you?" Inu asked already knowing the answer from his bizarre dream. "Inu Yasha," the man brought his glowing green eyes to look directly at Inu, "It's been a long time since you sealed me away in that hell hole called limbo with that damned sword of yours. I've waited a long time to get my revenge on you and Kami help me you'll die tonight!" The man began to laugh insanely as he leapt at a very confused Inu. Naraku grabbed hold of Inu's neck and squeezed hard choking the poor hanyou. They both collapsed onto the floor as Inu lost his strength. His life was slowly draining as his oxygen supply was being cut off; he was quickly slipping into unconsciousness. His hands were reaching frantically for a wooden steak, anything he could use as a possible weapon. He opted for using his fists as weapons, they've always worked in the past, but because of his weakened state his punches couldn't really hurt the man. Just as Inu was about to fall into unconscious bliss, thunder once again clapped outside his window in deadly accuracy, and as soon as the lighting faded, Naraku was gone. Inu lay there for a few minutes wondering what in seven hells had just happened. He clutched his neck making sure he could still breath, and took many ragged breaths. His neck was now bruised from Naraku's hands, proof of the night's strange happenings. He noticed that strangely the cross around his neck was hot to the touch and it was glowing a light blue. He also noticed that it was no longer the shape of a cross, but the shape of a sword, and it's blue light pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. Confused he took it of and held it up in front of him watching the light slowly fade into nothingness. He put the necklace back on while looking at his clock. He face faulted as he saw the time, 4:30. He only had an hour to sleep before he'd have to get ready for school. He cursed the clock as he went to bed trying to get in at least an hour of sleep before school. He cursed his parents for brining him to this damned place. He knew coming to Tokyo was a bad idea.
Well, that was longer then my last chapter but in my opinion it was still to short. ( Oh well. So I'd like to know how you all liked it. It certainly wasn't as exciting as the first chapter, but it wasn't as sad either!( SO Review ok? I'm sorry, I know I made tons of mistakes in this one but Jen didn't edit this one before I posted it. ( In the next chapter it's Inu's first day at school and he's going to meet a few people we all know and love! That's all for now. C'ya -Abby Kitty ;)
By: Abby Kitty
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha. Rumiko Takahashi dose, no matter how much I wish it, It will never be mine. Thanks to those who reviewed!!!! I seriously cried when I read the things you Kind hearted souls said. ARIGATO!!!!! Especially when the authors of stories I've read and loved said such nice things, arigato again to all of you. Oh and Jen I forgive you but you may still be busy so you'll have to edit this only if YOU want to. Okeday? OK! ( Well, I'd better hurry and write because my demon of the little sister is gonna have my head on a platter if I don't give her the computer in an hour. (Brat in question holding a knife and laughing insanely.) Abby Kitty sweat droops. (Nervously), On with the story.... Chapter 2: Reawakening Year 2078
The Museum in New York was incredibly dark. Of course it would be this time of the night, or should I say day. After all, it was one in the morning. Everything was silent and the patrol guards were of course at home in their beds. Not exactly the smartest of decisions, especially on this night. The darkness swirled around the ancient objects seeming to swallow them whole. It seemed to pause at a certain object, a blade and it's scabbard. A blade, which incidentally, could destroy the whole of the "Big Apple" itself. Of course that wasn't why it was valued, or why it was being displayed so proudly in the most famous museum in the world. For one, historians in this age refused to believe in anything remotely supernatural, or even something that was going to be desperately needed for the fate of the world. For another, Its value; unfortunately, lie in the fact that it was one of the few swords left in tact, and with its scabbard, from the Warring States period in Japan. It looked very old and not well cared for because it was rusted, bent and chipped. The blade itself looked as if it would fall apart with only a small touch. The scabbard however, was in perfect shape. It gleamed in the smallest bit of light as if it was made of black Ivory. It's smooth surface seemingly indestructible. The sword and scabbard sat side by side in the display box as if they demanded respect and aw. The darkness, for some reason, could not seem to engulf this piece of display, for the sword was silently pulsating a gentle blue light, and the scabbard only magnified that light. The darkness seemed to feed on the light in ecstasy, until the sound of footsteps rung through the empty halls of the museum. The foreboding sound of the footsteps slowly and dreadingly came closer to the ancient sword and it's scabbard. The sword's light became brighter as if in challenge; the sound of a heart beat sounding from it seemed strangely loud in the corridor. The footsteps became louder as they drew nearer, then, out of the darkness a figure materialized a few feet away from the sacred items. It was the figure of a man, he was tall, but not overly so. He had long wavy hair tied back in a loose braid, his eyes glowed a bright green in the darkness. He seemed a part of the darkness itself with his graceful movements like a cat stocking his prey. His black leather trench coat swaying in around his booted feet and leather pants. He grinned maniacally as his eyes lay on the sword, his hands reaching into his trench coat for an object of black metal, created for the death of others. "Tetsusaiga," He hissed the name as if it were a curse, "This time, this time, you will not hinder me in my goals!" The sword seemed to pulse brighter mockingly. The mans eyes narrowed into a glare as the swords beet became louder. "Shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT UUUUPPPPPP!" He screamed as he brought out the gun pointing it at Tetsusaiga, and in one swift movement he pulled back the Trigger. The shot rang through the hall and for a few minutes there was complete silence. In the silence a strange humming was heard accompanied by the sound of glass shattering in every direction. The objects nearest the Tetsusaiga exploded and a three-foot diamond on the other side of the museum shattered. Then the oldest in tact blade in history, floated above its display and disintegrated into light. The museum was silent for a few more moments until an insane shrill laugh cut into that dead silence. In the midst of the laugh the Man yelled, "Inu Yasha, hahahahaha, Try and stop me this time!" His body faded into the shadows as he yelled, "Tokyo, Is that where you're hiding? Well, be warned hanyou, For Naraku is awake once again!!!
Across the Pacific Ocean, in an old mansion, on the third story, in Tokyo. Inu Kamagoti shot up in his bed in a cold sweat breathing heavily. He had ridiculously long white hair and two white dog-ears on the top of his head. He looked to be about 17 years old, he wore a silver cross on his neck showing his Christianity and his exposed well-toned chest had a small trail of blood trickling down. His golden eyes whipped down to the blood in surprise and confusion, that couldn't have been real, could it? He jumped out of his bed and ran toward his bathroom trying to clean the strange wound. As soon as the water touched it, the wound disappeared. This led him to think about his strange dream. He had been standing in an empty museum waiting for something, or someone. A man had appeared, what was his name? Naraku? Well, Naraku had shot him with a gun that literally tore him into tiny pieces. It had hurt like hell in Inu's opinion, but weren't dreams supposed to be num? Inu sighed and shook his head. It was just a dream, nothing to worry about. Him and his parents had just moved to Tokyo, tomorrow was Inu's first day of school, he needed his sleep. Moving from a small town in England to Tokyo was taxing both physically and mentally. Especially when one had school at 6:30am. Damn Japanese school system. In England it started at 7:30 at the latest. (AN: I have absolutely no clue how either countries school systems work. I'm making it up as I go along ok?) Inu Yasha walked back into his room knowing full well that he was going to have to change into human form in the morning, he hated that form but he knew in this country youkai weren't exactly welcomed with open arms. Especially because he was half human he had to be extra careful. At least in England they were friendlier towards the common youkai. He already missed that country. The thunder clapped just outside the window as Inu walked into his room with every intention on getting into bed and falling into a dreamless sleep. He certainly wasn't expecting the man from his dreams sitting there on his bed! Inu took a step back startled. "Who are you?" Inu asked already knowing the answer from his bizarre dream. "Inu Yasha," the man brought his glowing green eyes to look directly at Inu, "It's been a long time since you sealed me away in that hell hole called limbo with that damned sword of yours. I've waited a long time to get my revenge on you and Kami help me you'll die tonight!" The man began to laugh insanely as he leapt at a very confused Inu. Naraku grabbed hold of Inu's neck and squeezed hard choking the poor hanyou. They both collapsed onto the floor as Inu lost his strength. His life was slowly draining as his oxygen supply was being cut off; he was quickly slipping into unconsciousness. His hands were reaching frantically for a wooden steak, anything he could use as a possible weapon. He opted for using his fists as weapons, they've always worked in the past, but because of his weakened state his punches couldn't really hurt the man. Just as Inu was about to fall into unconscious bliss, thunder once again clapped outside his window in deadly accuracy, and as soon as the lighting faded, Naraku was gone. Inu lay there for a few minutes wondering what in seven hells had just happened. He clutched his neck making sure he could still breath, and took many ragged breaths. His neck was now bruised from Naraku's hands, proof of the night's strange happenings. He noticed that strangely the cross around his neck was hot to the touch and it was glowing a light blue. He also noticed that it was no longer the shape of a cross, but the shape of a sword, and it's blue light pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. Confused he took it of and held it up in front of him watching the light slowly fade into nothingness. He put the necklace back on while looking at his clock. He face faulted as he saw the time, 4:30. He only had an hour to sleep before he'd have to get ready for school. He cursed the clock as he went to bed trying to get in at least an hour of sleep before school. He cursed his parents for brining him to this damned place. He knew coming to Tokyo was a bad idea.
Well, that was longer then my last chapter but in my opinion it was still to short. ( Oh well. So I'd like to know how you all liked it. It certainly wasn't as exciting as the first chapter, but it wasn't as sad either!( SO Review ok? I'm sorry, I know I made tons of mistakes in this one but Jen didn't edit this one before I posted it. ( In the next chapter it's Inu's first day at school and he's going to meet a few people we all know and love! That's all for now. C'ya -Abby Kitty ;)