Disclaimer: Inu-Yasha characters are copyright their wonderful creator, Takahashi Rumiko, and I am in no way making money off of this and I don't make any anyway so it's really no use in suing me. If I Idid/I own Inu-Yasha I would promise you that Naraku wouldn't exist and Sesshomaru would rule the world. J
Typical warning, there might be a little OOCness, but reviews are very much welcomed – flame are merely used to roast my marshmallows and the arms and legs of the past flamers that I've caught.
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The moon cast a waning light on the irrigation ditches and fields near a small village only a few miles from the Goshinboku forest that was InuYasha's domain. The moon was in its crescent form, providing little more light than the stars to illuminate the darkness and shadows. It was in this forest that life stirred, though it was neither human nor a true part of the forest.
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InuYasha lounged in the tops of a tree, leg dangling over the side as he stared out at the night. Below him, Kagome and Miroku sat chatting around a blazing fire, most of their conversation straying to Sango who had rather sternly made them all swear not to follow her and that she would return in a few months. At first, Kagome and Miroku had both protested her leave, but eventually she convinced them that there was nothing to worry about. Shippo was curled up in Kagome's bicycle basket, already deep in dreams.
On the border of the village and the forest, a man walked, simply enjoying the night air. His attention was stolen by a sharp hiss from behind him. All he had time to do was turn to see the source before his life was ended; he hadn't even caught of glimpse of his slayer.
InuYasha's ears tweaked suddenly and he bolted upright. The night wind carried the scent of blood to his honed nose and he looked around with renewed intent. IThere's something out there for sure…The question is – what? /I InuYasha thought to himself before leaping from the tree branch and sprinting off in the direction his hanyou nose took him.
Kiina laid back on her branch, staring up at the stars and the moon. She loved this forest, though it was clearly marked as someone else's territory. She drunk in the scents of the other's forest, eyes becoming half-lidded and silver ears flopping forward slightly. Her attention was drawn to the forest floor where her companion was returning from a hunt.
"Jadoku, you shouldn't hunt here," her tone was patronizing, but it was obvious that he didn't care about the territory boundaries. She didn't exactly blame him, after all he was rather powerful. He ignored her, finishing off the remains of his fresh meal. He glanced up at her, giving her a fanged smile.
"Kiina, I believe we are about to meet the owner of this forest. And I trapped in my weaker form." The grin that followed was pure youkai, fangs gleaming past his lips and a drop of green liquid falling from them. The ground hissed and spit as it received the liquid before slowly withdrawing away from the acid.
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Please review and tell me what you think! As a side note, Jadoku is a Japanese term, but if I told you any more then it might give too much away. What do you people think? Should I continue or is it too cliché?