Gee whiz... Sorry peeps. I usually don't have time to write on the
weekends. I write when nobody's home, and well, everybody's home on the
weekends. Blah...
Question for the people: Does anybody know how to italicize words. You know, make the letters into italics. I've tried, but it doesn't come up italicized on the site, and I was wondering if there was a special code like [i]this[/i]. Gods forbid that what I just typed works. If it does, I'll shoot myself for your enjoyment.
Dislcaimer: I'm either not in the mood or I've just run out of talking inanimate objects, but I don't feel like writing something stupid for the disclaimer. Hmm... I could write it in German! Nein, too much work. Okay, plain and simple: I don't Inu-yasha nor will I ever. I would put poor Richard through the worst tortures!
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'Am I dead?' Inu-yasha thought. 'No. I can't be. If I was dead, I couldn't be thinking I was dead. But, fuck! My head feels like it's been split in two!'
Inu-yasha's eyelids felt like lead (A/N: Is that the right word?), but he fought to open them, just to see where he was. He was greeted by blinding white lights. 'Beautiful. Why couldn't I wake up to a lightless cave or something less painful?'
"He's coming round, sir," said a female voice. "Should I ask-"
"Nein. Give him some time. He's had a shock. Go check on the little kitsune and the two mortals we found by him. And for the gods sake find someone who'll keep an eye on that damn cat without falling asleep!" A man's voice this time, hissing as if trying to keep quiet, but doing a terrible job of it. "Send Stratos to find Sessho-maru."
"No," Inu-yasha argued weakly, "No, don't bring him here. Send the gryphon to find Kagome."
"Quiet boy. You're delirious. Whoever this 'Kagome' is, she must have been found before we got there. Your brother will do you more good than a girl who probably isn't even alive."
"Don't say she's dead, for the gods sake, don't say she's dead!" Inu-yasha howled.
"Feh," the man muttered. "If you weren't my friend's son I would've left you for dead."
Inu-yasha blinked to try to fix his vision, but it did him little good. 'Oh great. What now, a concussion!?' He managed to focus, with much pain and effort, on a tall demon with shimmering gold hair and blood-red eyes.
The demon, whoever it was, had lion's ears that seemed to big to hold up, and were ice white; odd tattoos on his face that looked like black eye patches (A/N: You know like on the Lion King how around their eyes it's a different color? That's what this looks like.); a pure white lion tail with a golden tuft of fur on the end. He wore a tight black shirt under a black leather jacket, with black leather pants and "biker" boots. The shining gold hair was about the same length as Inu-yasha's, but was naturally wavy.
"You. You're my dad's old friend," Inu-yasha said quietly. "You're a shishi- youkai!"
"You know me, Inu-yasha. John Puma Gunning, from America," the demon smiled.
"J. Puma!? We thought you were... dead! How-"
"It takes more than a plane crash to kill a demon, Inu-yasha. You notice you're still alive, after whatever it was that happened to you. Egads, boy, what DID happen to you?"
"Naraku. There was some sort of blast. I don't what happened. I thought I was dead," Inu-yasha said, shaking his head in confusion. "How'd I end up here?"
"A cataclysm. A magical cataclysm... we didn't find you in the same place you fought this 'Naraku.' It sent you somewhere alright. 1940 Lancashire."
"WHAT!? I'm in England!? Kagome. If she wasn't found, then she's still back in my time, in Japan! Johnny, what-"
"GREAT GRANDPA!!!" Somebody down the hall screeched.
Inu-yasha jumped off the couch he had been laying on without any consideration to the throbbing pain in his head and scrambled after Puma toward the scream. The two skidded into a strange sight, one Inu-yasha had been waiting for. Miroku was pinned up against a wall, half a foot off the ground, with claws in his face. A very pissed demon girl had him by the throat with one hand, the other she held in front of his face. She was muttering curses under her breath. When Inu-yasha first looked at her, he could've swore she looked nearly identical to Puma.
"What happened, Lynx!?" (A/N: Yaaaay! I make another cameo appearance! Go me!)
"This guy TOUCHED me, great-grandpa. He TOUCHED me!" Lynx spat, never taking her eyes off Miroku. She said it like touching her would send a person to Hell. Of course, the way Miroku touched most women, he COULD get sent to Hell. But, gods! Lynx looked like a little kid!
"Miroku, have you finally lost it!?" Inu-yasha snapped at him in disbelief. "She's just a kid!" He turned to face Puma. "How old is she Johnny?"
"She's thirteen. Exactly. Mentally, and," Puma lowered his ears and glared at Miroku, "physically."
"Would you be so kind as to put me down now?" Miroku pleaded.
Lynx dropped him, with less kindness than Miroku had expected, but she didn't move away from him immediately, like most women. She just kind of... stood there, facing Puma with her tail whipping back and forth impatiently. Her left ear was twitching, creating a never-ceasing jangle of obsidian and ruby earrings. When Miroku stayed glued to the ground for half a minute, Lynx became fed up with him and yanked him unceremoniously to his feet. When Miroku moved as if to walk away, Lynx kicked his feet out from under him and he crashed to the floor, spread-eagle on his back. She put a foot on his chest and held him to the shag carpeted floor. Grinning at him coyly, she said, "I see our hanyou friend is awake, great-grandpa. Whaja get outta him? He make any sense? This loser," she continued, pressing her foot down harder on Miroku's chest until she got a squeak out of him, "woke up to see me sittin' next to him on the bed and took it as some sort of invitation. Didn't get a word outta him 'cept his name. Miroku, huh? Funny name, buddy." Miroku blinked at her pitifully, looking like a wounded puppy. "Aww, cut the crap, mate. I don't fall for the sick dog shit, y'know? Nice try, though."
"Lynx. Don't be calling Inu-yasha a hanyou. You're a half-breed as well," Puma retorted calmly.
Lynx had been shot. Or at least you would have thought it. "Y-you didn't h- have to tell everyone. T-they don't ALL n-need to know," she stuttered sadly. She slid her foot back to the floor as Puma turned and pulled Inu- yasha out of the room, shutting the door on his way out. "You didn't have to," Lynx whispered to no one in particular. She dropped down to the floor, eyes staring unflinching at the doorway.
Miroku thought she would have cried, or lashed out and started a yelling fit, like Inu-yasha. But, no. It wasn't the reaction that startled him, it was the lack thereof. Her eyes were dead, emotionless, and unfocusing; what she seemed to be intently examining, she really couldn't see. 'She takes it just as hard as Inu-yasha, but she still doesn't try to gut somebody,' Miroku thought.
Lynx flicked her eyes over in his direction. "Inu-yasha hates being called a hanyou because that means he's not one thing or the other. He's something in between, meaning he doesn't fit in. Inu-yasha would be happy just to be mortal, if it would mean he was just like everybody. But, no, I'm NOT like Inu-yasha. I won't settle for being full mortal. I'm too vain to settle for it. I'm self-centered, and I'll be the first to admit it. Becoming a true mortal would kill my ego, thereby killing me," Lynx said soberly. Miroku's eyes flickered as realization struck.
"Y-you could hear my thoughts?" He chanced nervously.
"Of course I can, you twit! Somebody with emotions as strong as your's? Hah! I'd hope I could pick up an THAT. I'm a Seer. A mindreader, fortune teller, whatever. That's entirely from my demon blood, as are my cat fighting skills."
Miroku bowed his head, not daring to look Lynx in the eye lest she rob him of every private thought. Not that Lynx would dare to; she had seen enough horrors in her life that she cared not of the fears and pains of others. Everything that she ever did was all for her: to make her greater, more famous, stronger, and more feared.
Fear. That was the one thing she asked of everybody. She was meant to be feared, at least how she saw it. Nobody chanced a fight with a Gunning, expecially a manic, psychotic murdering Gunning such as Lynx. Killing was not above her, nor was it below her. It was what she used to gain the fear of others: death and murder. Even those who believed her to be their friends. Gods, were they the most vulnerable. Lynx had said it herself once before, and only once before: there would be but one being in this world and the next that would be safe from her bloodlust, the one man who dared to never fear her. Bravery was admirable, but full out defiance when one's life is in danger, that was worthy of something more, something Lynx refused to offer any one person thus far.
"Y'know, most mortal men in your condition would cringe at being forced to even look at me. Many have heard of me, and all fear me. But you, Miroku, you are different from them. You DON'T fear me, you don't flinch and cower at my slightest movement. That," Lynx said admiringly, "is truly remarkable."
"Why should I fear a thirteen-year-old girl who is only half demon. If you were full demon, that would be different," Miroku explained, smiling slightly. "Why don't you try to escape my reach, like most women?"
"I understand what you're playing at, human, and it does not work. I'm from a time where women have as many rights and freedoms as men do, and that makes me a harder target. Everything is of my own free will, it's my decision whether or not you can have me," Lynx answered, her head tilted up to look down at Miroku. "Now, mate, if you'll pardon me, I have to find my glasses. I can't see a damn thing more than two meters away!"
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Yaaay! Miroku torture! I've always wanted to do that. The writing style, I do believe, changed part of the way through. Well, I was reading a book by C.J. Cherryh this morning and last night, then I checked out 'Bambi' from the library this afternoon and was reading that. Yes, I like Bambi! Don't diss Bambi, man! Bambi's cool!
Question for the people: Does anybody know how to italicize words. You know, make the letters into italics. I've tried, but it doesn't come up italicized on the site, and I was wondering if there was a special code like [i]this[/i]. Gods forbid that what I just typed works. If it does, I'll shoot myself for your enjoyment.
Dislcaimer: I'm either not in the mood or I've just run out of talking inanimate objects, but I don't feel like writing something stupid for the disclaimer. Hmm... I could write it in German! Nein, too much work. Okay, plain and simple: I don't Inu-yasha nor will I ever. I would put poor Richard through the worst tortures!
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'Am I dead?' Inu-yasha thought. 'No. I can't be. If I was dead, I couldn't be thinking I was dead. But, fuck! My head feels like it's been split in two!'
Inu-yasha's eyelids felt like lead (A/N: Is that the right word?), but he fought to open them, just to see where he was. He was greeted by blinding white lights. 'Beautiful. Why couldn't I wake up to a lightless cave or something less painful?'
"He's coming round, sir," said a female voice. "Should I ask-"
"Nein. Give him some time. He's had a shock. Go check on the little kitsune and the two mortals we found by him. And for the gods sake find someone who'll keep an eye on that damn cat without falling asleep!" A man's voice this time, hissing as if trying to keep quiet, but doing a terrible job of it. "Send Stratos to find Sessho-maru."
"No," Inu-yasha argued weakly, "No, don't bring him here. Send the gryphon to find Kagome."
"Quiet boy. You're delirious. Whoever this 'Kagome' is, she must have been found before we got there. Your brother will do you more good than a girl who probably isn't even alive."
"Don't say she's dead, for the gods sake, don't say she's dead!" Inu-yasha howled.
"Feh," the man muttered. "If you weren't my friend's son I would've left you for dead."
Inu-yasha blinked to try to fix his vision, but it did him little good. 'Oh great. What now, a concussion!?' He managed to focus, with much pain and effort, on a tall demon with shimmering gold hair and blood-red eyes.
The demon, whoever it was, had lion's ears that seemed to big to hold up, and were ice white; odd tattoos on his face that looked like black eye patches (A/N: You know like on the Lion King how around their eyes it's a different color? That's what this looks like.); a pure white lion tail with a golden tuft of fur on the end. He wore a tight black shirt under a black leather jacket, with black leather pants and "biker" boots. The shining gold hair was about the same length as Inu-yasha's, but was naturally wavy.
"You. You're my dad's old friend," Inu-yasha said quietly. "You're a shishi- youkai!"
"You know me, Inu-yasha. John Puma Gunning, from America," the demon smiled.
"J. Puma!? We thought you were... dead! How-"
"It takes more than a plane crash to kill a demon, Inu-yasha. You notice you're still alive, after whatever it was that happened to you. Egads, boy, what DID happen to you?"
"Naraku. There was some sort of blast. I don't what happened. I thought I was dead," Inu-yasha said, shaking his head in confusion. "How'd I end up here?"
"A cataclysm. A magical cataclysm... we didn't find you in the same place you fought this 'Naraku.' It sent you somewhere alright. 1940 Lancashire."
"WHAT!? I'm in England!? Kagome. If she wasn't found, then she's still back in my time, in Japan! Johnny, what-"
"GREAT GRANDPA!!!" Somebody down the hall screeched.
Inu-yasha jumped off the couch he had been laying on without any consideration to the throbbing pain in his head and scrambled after Puma toward the scream. The two skidded into a strange sight, one Inu-yasha had been waiting for. Miroku was pinned up against a wall, half a foot off the ground, with claws in his face. A very pissed demon girl had him by the throat with one hand, the other she held in front of his face. She was muttering curses under her breath. When Inu-yasha first looked at her, he could've swore she looked nearly identical to Puma.
"What happened, Lynx!?" (A/N: Yaaaay! I make another cameo appearance! Go me!)
"This guy TOUCHED me, great-grandpa. He TOUCHED me!" Lynx spat, never taking her eyes off Miroku. She said it like touching her would send a person to Hell. Of course, the way Miroku touched most women, he COULD get sent to Hell. But, gods! Lynx looked like a little kid!
"Miroku, have you finally lost it!?" Inu-yasha snapped at him in disbelief. "She's just a kid!" He turned to face Puma. "How old is she Johnny?"
"She's thirteen. Exactly. Mentally, and," Puma lowered his ears and glared at Miroku, "physically."
"Would you be so kind as to put me down now?" Miroku pleaded.
Lynx dropped him, with less kindness than Miroku had expected, but she didn't move away from him immediately, like most women. She just kind of... stood there, facing Puma with her tail whipping back and forth impatiently. Her left ear was twitching, creating a never-ceasing jangle of obsidian and ruby earrings. When Miroku stayed glued to the ground for half a minute, Lynx became fed up with him and yanked him unceremoniously to his feet. When Miroku moved as if to walk away, Lynx kicked his feet out from under him and he crashed to the floor, spread-eagle on his back. She put a foot on his chest and held him to the shag carpeted floor. Grinning at him coyly, she said, "I see our hanyou friend is awake, great-grandpa. Whaja get outta him? He make any sense? This loser," she continued, pressing her foot down harder on Miroku's chest until she got a squeak out of him, "woke up to see me sittin' next to him on the bed and took it as some sort of invitation. Didn't get a word outta him 'cept his name. Miroku, huh? Funny name, buddy." Miroku blinked at her pitifully, looking like a wounded puppy. "Aww, cut the crap, mate. I don't fall for the sick dog shit, y'know? Nice try, though."
"Lynx. Don't be calling Inu-yasha a hanyou. You're a half-breed as well," Puma retorted calmly.
Lynx had been shot. Or at least you would have thought it. "Y-you didn't h- have to tell everyone. T-they don't ALL n-need to know," she stuttered sadly. She slid her foot back to the floor as Puma turned and pulled Inu- yasha out of the room, shutting the door on his way out. "You didn't have to," Lynx whispered to no one in particular. She dropped down to the floor, eyes staring unflinching at the doorway.
Miroku thought she would have cried, or lashed out and started a yelling fit, like Inu-yasha. But, no. It wasn't the reaction that startled him, it was the lack thereof. Her eyes were dead, emotionless, and unfocusing; what she seemed to be intently examining, she really couldn't see. 'She takes it just as hard as Inu-yasha, but she still doesn't try to gut somebody,' Miroku thought.
Lynx flicked her eyes over in his direction. "Inu-yasha hates being called a hanyou because that means he's not one thing or the other. He's something in between, meaning he doesn't fit in. Inu-yasha would be happy just to be mortal, if it would mean he was just like everybody. But, no, I'm NOT like Inu-yasha. I won't settle for being full mortal. I'm too vain to settle for it. I'm self-centered, and I'll be the first to admit it. Becoming a true mortal would kill my ego, thereby killing me," Lynx said soberly. Miroku's eyes flickered as realization struck.
"Y-you could hear my thoughts?" He chanced nervously.
"Of course I can, you twit! Somebody with emotions as strong as your's? Hah! I'd hope I could pick up an THAT. I'm a Seer. A mindreader, fortune teller, whatever. That's entirely from my demon blood, as are my cat fighting skills."
Miroku bowed his head, not daring to look Lynx in the eye lest she rob him of every private thought. Not that Lynx would dare to; she had seen enough horrors in her life that she cared not of the fears and pains of others. Everything that she ever did was all for her: to make her greater, more famous, stronger, and more feared.
Fear. That was the one thing she asked of everybody. She was meant to be feared, at least how she saw it. Nobody chanced a fight with a Gunning, expecially a manic, psychotic murdering Gunning such as Lynx. Killing was not above her, nor was it below her. It was what she used to gain the fear of others: death and murder. Even those who believed her to be their friends. Gods, were they the most vulnerable. Lynx had said it herself once before, and only once before: there would be but one being in this world and the next that would be safe from her bloodlust, the one man who dared to never fear her. Bravery was admirable, but full out defiance when one's life is in danger, that was worthy of something more, something Lynx refused to offer any one person thus far.
"Y'know, most mortal men in your condition would cringe at being forced to even look at me. Many have heard of me, and all fear me. But you, Miroku, you are different from them. You DON'T fear me, you don't flinch and cower at my slightest movement. That," Lynx said admiringly, "is truly remarkable."
"Why should I fear a thirteen-year-old girl who is only half demon. If you were full demon, that would be different," Miroku explained, smiling slightly. "Why don't you try to escape my reach, like most women?"
"I understand what you're playing at, human, and it does not work. I'm from a time where women have as many rights and freedoms as men do, and that makes me a harder target. Everything is of my own free will, it's my decision whether or not you can have me," Lynx answered, her head tilted up to look down at Miroku. "Now, mate, if you'll pardon me, I have to find my glasses. I can't see a damn thing more than two meters away!"
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Yaaay! Miroku torture! I've always wanted to do that. The writing style, I do believe, changed part of the way through. Well, I was reading a book by C.J. Cherryh this morning and last night, then I checked out 'Bambi' from the library this afternoon and was reading that. Yes, I like Bambi! Don't diss Bambi, man! Bambi's cool!