Part of your world chapter 17
ITAI! *slaps forehead* Me no baka! Me no baka! *bangs head against wall*
*knocks self out*
*comes too*
Gomen nezaiga! Really, really, REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry about that... heh.. see what happens when nobody reviews? lol. Lessie if I can remember what happened at the bottom of the cliff...
Sesshomaru reached the bottom of the cliff. Kagome lept off his back and ran to Inuyasha. She knelt by him. "Inu... please... please, please, be alright!"
Inuyasha groaned, a little. "no... no... it can't be... not like.... Kikyo....please" It was the name that did it. Kagome began to sob openly. She left him to his brother's care and stood, walking back towards the well. What was left for her now? Nothing. Inuyasha couldn't get up to go to her, was struggling to stay concious. Seshomaru just shook his head, helping his brother to his feet, muttering about what a weakling he was, a disgrace to all youkai-kind.
Inu awoke some hours later, babbling about Kagome. "Forget her." Sesshomaru growled, tending to his brother's legs. "She's gone. You'll never see her again."
*********************** years later***************
The town looked the same. The white-haired boy with the baseball cap he had bought some time ago scowled. It was windy and cold. He felt the wind at his back as he continued down the deserted street. He knew where he was going. Or, he thought he did. He had been there before.
He walked down the alleyway, not meeting any of the women's eyes. He wasn't looking for them. He let his nose find the one he wanted. The other women were nothing, meant nothing, compared to this one. They had big breasts, and dressed in almost nothing, but he didn't want them. The prostitutes were after bigger fish anyhow.
He continued down the street. What if she wasn't here? She could be... a million images flashed through his mind. No. She had to be here. Then, he caught her scent. It was faint, but there. It smelled... wrong, somehow. He focused on the wrongness. What was this girl ON? Probably anything avalible... well, he had done this to her. He had to fix it somehow.
The woman came up to him, teasingly. He grabbed her wrist. No implants- probably not enough customers wanting a scrawny teenage runaway. She probably only had enough for megar shelter and her drugs. She gasped, and he met her eyes. Her beautiful, brown eyes. She searched his amber ones, and turned pale. One word escaped her lips: "Inuyasha?"
meh. too short, I know, but I feel lady-and-the-tigerish today. Gomen ne once more. but, to make it up to you, I'll describe the spot I'm sitting in. Enjoy.
The sounds of the cars on the street drift up to my ears, but they are muted. I am a whole story above them, though this is the ground floor. The streets of San Francicso are steep. A gentle breeze tickles my skin, then blows harder, caressing my arm. I hear wind chimes, from some apartment nearby where someone longs to be in the suberbs. There, such things are common. The leaves rustle as the wind courses through them, and I hear a bird chirping softly. The sun warms the pavement, but I am in the shade of the tall building. My back is pressed to the table, but only in a thin line as I hunch over my laptop. The laptop warms my right leg, as my foot rests on my backpack and the laptop teeters with every letter I type. My left foot is at an angle, the edge of my shoe resting on the ground, leg bent out to the side, cold for lack of Laptop. I hear a plane go by overhead, and it silences the birds that are just beginning to dare to call out to me. Flowers in planters around the edge- are they meant to simulate nature? Nature is contained in little boxes here. A little nature here, a little bit there... they cannot tame the birds, and the birds take nature's revenge on the noisy polluting cars. The wind chimes continue to peal their call, and birds answer once more. High pitched tinkling, sweet chirping, and the constant roar of cars, like the roar of the sea, but it is ever changing, more so than the sea. Louder, softer, in an unpredictable pattern. I could sit here all afternoon if I wished- an outdoor outlet lets technology move outside. But technology is already outside; it has tamed nature, and forced it into planter boxes. The birds cry out to the noisy cars: stop polluting our air! Stop taking our trees! But the cars pay them no heed. They cannot even hear their pleas; the radio is blasting some random pop song, some song about sex and drugs and rock and roll. I listen to the trees, the wind chime, and the birds. It is all I need.
happy? no? tough. I am. ^^ Can you tell where I am? The short answr: in SF, at school, sitting at a picnic table, awaiting my ride, in the paved courtyard. The school is tall rather than sprawling, and it is on the corner of two semi-busy streets. ^^
ITAI! *slaps forehead* Me no baka! Me no baka! *bangs head against wall*
*knocks self out*
*comes too*
Gomen nezaiga! Really, really, REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry about that... heh.. see what happens when nobody reviews? lol. Lessie if I can remember what happened at the bottom of the cliff...
Sesshomaru reached the bottom of the cliff. Kagome lept off his back and ran to Inuyasha. She knelt by him. "Inu... please... please, please, be alright!"
Inuyasha groaned, a little. "no... no... it can't be... not like.... Kikyo....please" It was the name that did it. Kagome began to sob openly. She left him to his brother's care and stood, walking back towards the well. What was left for her now? Nothing. Inuyasha couldn't get up to go to her, was struggling to stay concious. Seshomaru just shook his head, helping his brother to his feet, muttering about what a weakling he was, a disgrace to all youkai-kind.
Inu awoke some hours later, babbling about Kagome. "Forget her." Sesshomaru growled, tending to his brother's legs. "She's gone. You'll never see her again."
*********************** years later***************
The town looked the same. The white-haired boy with the baseball cap he had bought some time ago scowled. It was windy and cold. He felt the wind at his back as he continued down the deserted street. He knew where he was going. Or, he thought he did. He had been there before.
He walked down the alleyway, not meeting any of the women's eyes. He wasn't looking for them. He let his nose find the one he wanted. The other women were nothing, meant nothing, compared to this one. They had big breasts, and dressed in almost nothing, but he didn't want them. The prostitutes were after bigger fish anyhow.
He continued down the street. What if she wasn't here? She could be... a million images flashed through his mind. No. She had to be here. Then, he caught her scent. It was faint, but there. It smelled... wrong, somehow. He focused on the wrongness. What was this girl ON? Probably anything avalible... well, he had done this to her. He had to fix it somehow.
The woman came up to him, teasingly. He grabbed her wrist. No implants- probably not enough customers wanting a scrawny teenage runaway. She probably only had enough for megar shelter and her drugs. She gasped, and he met her eyes. Her beautiful, brown eyes. She searched his amber ones, and turned pale. One word escaped her lips: "Inuyasha?"
meh. too short, I know, but I feel lady-and-the-tigerish today. Gomen ne once more. but, to make it up to you, I'll describe the spot I'm sitting in. Enjoy.
The sounds of the cars on the street drift up to my ears, but they are muted. I am a whole story above them, though this is the ground floor. The streets of San Francicso are steep. A gentle breeze tickles my skin, then blows harder, caressing my arm. I hear wind chimes, from some apartment nearby where someone longs to be in the suberbs. There, such things are common. The leaves rustle as the wind courses through them, and I hear a bird chirping softly. The sun warms the pavement, but I am in the shade of the tall building. My back is pressed to the table, but only in a thin line as I hunch over my laptop. The laptop warms my right leg, as my foot rests on my backpack and the laptop teeters with every letter I type. My left foot is at an angle, the edge of my shoe resting on the ground, leg bent out to the side, cold for lack of Laptop. I hear a plane go by overhead, and it silences the birds that are just beginning to dare to call out to me. Flowers in planters around the edge- are they meant to simulate nature? Nature is contained in little boxes here. A little nature here, a little bit there... they cannot tame the birds, and the birds take nature's revenge on the noisy polluting cars. The wind chimes continue to peal their call, and birds answer once more. High pitched tinkling, sweet chirping, and the constant roar of cars, like the roar of the sea, but it is ever changing, more so than the sea. Louder, softer, in an unpredictable pattern. I could sit here all afternoon if I wished- an outdoor outlet lets technology move outside. But technology is already outside; it has tamed nature, and forced it into planter boxes. The birds cry out to the noisy cars: stop polluting our air! Stop taking our trees! But the cars pay them no heed. They cannot even hear their pleas; the radio is blasting some random pop song, some song about sex and drugs and rock and roll. I listen to the trees, the wind chime, and the birds. It is all I need.
happy? no? tough. I am. ^^ Can you tell where I am? The short answr: in SF, at school, sitting at a picnic table, awaiting my ride, in the paved courtyard. The school is tall rather than sprawling, and it is on the corner of two semi-busy streets. ^^