Hey everyone. This is my second fic ever. Yay I think I'm getting better.
But anyway, oooo I finally drew my sexy Kurama picture, and it came out
soooooooo good! His hair was the hardest part. I swear it like took me an
hour, cause its all like look at me I'm fluttering in the wind. Ooooo
stupid hair. Oh no I take that back, Kurama's hair is wonderful. Forgive me
Kurama gods.Any way on to the story, well actuall its on the disclaimer and
then on to the story.
Disclaimer: I donot own any of the characters in Inuyasha, sadly. But I do own everyone else and I own my plot, yup its completely original. Any way just don't sue, like you would sue a cheap 15 year old anyway.
Silver Rose
Chapter 1 Tears
"I'm home!" A young woman no older than sixteen walked into a three story mansion. Her hair was raven black and her eyes, chestnut brown. She wore a long skirt and white button up blouse. This young woman was the respected daughter of a famous politician and a beautiful lawyer who ran to the door to greet her. "Sango, honey, you must hurry and get ready for your fathers little get together." Her father's little get together usually meant an enormous ball full of rich people, and handsome men trying to steal Sango's heart. "Your dress is laid out on your bed. Now hurry, many young gentlemen will be awaiting your appearance." Her mother chirped and practically pushed her upstairs. Unlike Sango, her mother was always enthusiastic about her daughter having a boyfriend. But the poor girl was never interested in men. She believed that she should not force love to come to her, instead she should wait until it found its way to her on its own.
She closed her door and stared down at the beautiful blue gown that lay before her. It was more stunning than all the rest. She figured that someone exceptionally important must be attending. Picking the dress up, she began to dress herself. It was all routine; she would put on her gown and then have her maid come do her hair. But tonight she decided differently. Instead of wearing her hair in those fancy hairstyles, she would wear it out, which she hardly ever did. Slipping into her heels she left her room and walked down the brightly-lit staircase, to the main entrance of the ballroom. The ballroom was a gigantic, circular room, with nothing but glass walls. It was very hard to distinguish the inside from the outside. There were shimmering chandeliers, which hung from the ceiling, and sparkling marble floors. Though, no matter how breath taking the room was Sango couldn't help but dread these boring occasions.
With a soft sigh she took a breath and opened the great oak-wood doors to the ball. It was the same as usual, the same dresses, the same suits, everything was the same. Standing in the entrance wearing her strapless, shape hugging, light blue silk dress; her soft white gloves reaching just above elbows; and her raven hair cascading over her bare shoulders sent the young men running to greet her. "Pigs" she mumbled to herself. She knew the only thing they wanted was her father's money. Speaking of father. She looked around the crowded room for her own. Dodging the men, she searched for her dad.
"Ah, Sango. I want you to meet someone." He grasped her gloved hand from behind and led his daughter through the crowd. Tipping his hat and giving pleasant gestures to everyone as he passed. The two of them stopped in front of a small group. "Mrs. President, Souichiro, young Hiro." He addressed the trio. "This is my precious daughter, Sango." The young woman bowed and forced out a smile like she always did. The woman looked Sango over and smiled in return. Apparently pleased of what she saw. "Oh please Kano, don't be so formal. Call me Sana." She smiled again and immediately the conversation began. It made sense now. The fancy dress, the crowd of people, it was because of the president. Sango didn't understand what was so great about her anyway, she was just another woman. She sighed once again. The president exited the conversation with your father and her husband, and decided on playing matchmaker. Ever since Sango was a small child everyone insisted on marrying her off. Come on, it's the 21-century already. "So Sango, your sixteen? You and Hiro are the same age. I'm sure he didn't tell you how popular he is with the ladies." The president giggled and sipped some more Champaign, obviously she was drunk. Sango looked over at the blushing Hiro, apparently he didn't want to be here either. Sana pulled on the two youngster's arms closing the gap between them. Causing both of them to feel extremely uneasy. "Go dance, you two!" She pushed them onto the dance floor and retreated into her abandoned conversation.
Sango stared down the president's son. He was cute, she admitted to her self, but.. Hiro cut her short from her analysis of the situation. "Um. Sango, would you like to dance?" He looked at her nervously fearing rejection. Hiro was always pretty shy, she could tell just by looking in his eyes. Her brain and heart were telling her to crush him and deny his request, but looking into his sorrowful eyes she couldn't bring herself to hurt his feelings. "Damb conscience," the girl muttered as she smiled and placed her hand in his, causing him to smile as well. They danced for quite some time to the boring ball room music. Sango wasn't sure how much more she could take, the boredom was really starting to eat away at her. All the girl wanted to do, was make her own decisions. If she didn't want to attend this ball then dammit she wouldn't have to! She stopped herself from thinking any further, she knew she was getting carried away. Dancing she noticed Kohaku. In away she was always a little jealous of him. He could always mingle and enjoy these balls. Yup, my little brother made for the super star life, she giggled a little when she pictured Kohaku wearing diamond sunglasses and a James Bond tuxedo. When the song finally ended she decided it was time for her to retire from the dance floor. "Hiro that's enough for me. I uh. I'm going to freshen up." She released her hand from his and quickly made her way through the crowd and out the ballroom before anyone could capture her into a conversation.
The bathroom wasn't very far. About ten feet from the ballroom. It was so close so people wouldn't end up lost and walking around the mansion. Every social event Sango would excuse herself, after making her presence known, then go to the bathroom, where she would stay most of the night. The perfect plan she thought. Walking in she smiled at the towel lady. "Hey Mona, how's it going?" The little woman turned to Sango, but did not smile back. She was short and chubby, and pretty rough around the edges. "How do you think its going? I stay in the bathroom all night." Sango paid her bad attitude no attention because she was so used to her cold disposition. She walked up to her and winked. "It's no better out there. I much rather be here." The young girl waited a second then peered around the bathroom making sure it was empty. "Do you have it." She asked. "Yup, but one day you're going to get caught." Mona passed her a book from under a towel. Taking the book Sango made her way to a stall. Locking it she sat on the toilet, prepared to spend the rest of the night reading.
BOOM! BANG! Sango looked up from her book hearing the loud noises. Fire crackers, she wondered? Wait, no, they didn't sound like firecrackers, more like gun shouts. She through the book down and opened the stall. Panicking, she ran towards the ballroom meeting up with Mona right outside. She stood in her way to the doors, blocking her entrance. "Mona! What's happening?!" Sango screamed in fear. Mona only looked at her as she thought of a way to tell her, "Sango, you can't go in there. Assassins are shooting up the place." With that, Sango ran towards the door only to be pushed back by Mona, "Get out of my way!!" She pushed and pleaded to get through. Her whole family was in there, "Mona let go!" She kicked and screamed as the poor towel lady attempted to hold her back. Finally Sango got loose. She opened the doors and ran inside. What she saw was horrible. The chandeliers had been demolished, so the room was barley lit. But there was just enough light to see the dead corpses lying on the ground. Contorted in all different angles. Some who lie, were still alive and were moaning in agony, but they could barley be heard over the gunshots and frantic screams. "Kohaku! Mom! Father!" Sango screamed frantically, as she searched for her family. Running towards a nearby table, where she thought she caught a glimpse of Kohaku, she tripped over a body. She looked down into it's face. It was her father's and beside him was her mother. "Father!" She shook his shoulder in the hopes that he would open his eyes. Again she screamed for him, "Father! Wake up!" The young woman turned her attention from her father to her mother, hearing a soft cough come from her lips. "Sango..." Crawling over to her mother she lay her head in her lap. " Mother we're going to make it. Right?! I'll just carry you and daddy out." Her mother slowly lifted her hand towards her child's face and softly smiled. Her soft hand caressed her daughters face reassuringly." Sango, your father is dead. And as. As for me, I won't make it. You have to find Kohaku and leave before you are killed as well. we'll always be with you." With one last warm smile her mother's hand dropped to her side, and her eyes closed. Sango looked at both of her deceased parents in a state of shock. She would never feel her moms soft hand against her cheek again or her fathers goofy laughs, nothing, they were gone for good. Unable to cry, Sango left her parents and crawled beneath the gunshots towards the table she had spotted Kohaku hiding earlier. Her mind was going through overload, causing the young woman's to become completely blank with no emotions. It was all like a horrible nightmare. "Kohaku!" She hugged her brother, who was crouched in a little ball with his hand over his ears. He looked up from his small cocoon to huddle himself in Sango's arms. The two of them sat there listening to the screams and gunshots, preying not to be found. Eventually the gunshots subsides as so did the screams, and the police arrived.
Three policemen walked in observing the scene. "Wow so many dead bodies. Everyone must have been killed. Doesn't seem like there are any survivors." One said as he started searching among the dead corpses. Sango hearing the police talk knew it was now safe to come out. She let go of Kohaku and wobbly stood up. It took every ounce of her energy just to stand there. While Kohaku still sat leaning on her left leg. One of the policemen noticed the young woman standing and ran to her side, " Hey look, two survivors!" The police carried the two out of the blood bath and into the living room of the mansion. This was one of the most important slaughters in history, so they tried to get some questioning in. It wasn't everyday that the president and almost every political figure in all of Japan are killed. The policemen finally gave up on the questions, knowing that siblings were in too much shock to answer anything. And after what they went through, it would be cruel to proceed any further. "Will the two of you be all right alone for the night?" One of the policemen asked. Sango nodded and they left the girl and her brother alone in the living room. Kohaku had fallen asleep on her lap. Everything that happened must have made him tired. She ran her hand through his hair. He was all she had left, protecting him would be her main goal. Sango stood up with Kohaku in her arms and carried him into his bedroom. Deciding he would sleep better in his bed, she tucked him in and went back down stairs to sit on the couch. In silence she began to sort through her thoughts because she was unable to sleep. Everytime her eyes would close she would she the bodies of her mother and father. A tear finally slipped down her cheek, for the first time that night. Her emotions were now beginning to take effect. On the verge of an all out burst of tears, Sango felt something crawl up beside her. She looked down at her pet cheetah, Kirara, who gazed right back at her. Breaking eye contact she gently licked her cheek. "Are you trying to make me feel better, Kirara?" The cheetah purred in consent. The mistress eyed her pet, as it laid its head in her lap. She ran her fingers down the black markings from its eyes to its mouth. That was the reason she had gotten Kirara. She always thought that cheetahs cried forever, so if she got one she would never have to cry. Her cheetah would always cry for her. "Yes, Kirara you'll cry for me won't you? As long as you're here I'll never have to cry." Sango stroked her pet's fur as it snoozed it's way to sleep with its never-ending stream of tears. That whole night Sango staid up. She was completely unable to sleep. Though she didn't think about what happened that night instead her mind was a complete haze, and no more tears fell from her eyes.
Yey!!! That's chapter number one. It's a little depressing but its still good, in my opinion at least. I wasn't suppose to write until I finished my other fic but sence I have skills I can do both at the same time. Well anyway Review. It you like or don't like, I don't really care just review so I can do my best to fix what ever is wrong.:Smiles:
Disclaimer: I donot own any of the characters in Inuyasha, sadly. But I do own everyone else and I own my plot, yup its completely original. Any way just don't sue, like you would sue a cheap 15 year old anyway.
Silver Rose
Chapter 1 Tears
"I'm home!" A young woman no older than sixteen walked into a three story mansion. Her hair was raven black and her eyes, chestnut brown. She wore a long skirt and white button up blouse. This young woman was the respected daughter of a famous politician and a beautiful lawyer who ran to the door to greet her. "Sango, honey, you must hurry and get ready for your fathers little get together." Her father's little get together usually meant an enormous ball full of rich people, and handsome men trying to steal Sango's heart. "Your dress is laid out on your bed. Now hurry, many young gentlemen will be awaiting your appearance." Her mother chirped and practically pushed her upstairs. Unlike Sango, her mother was always enthusiastic about her daughter having a boyfriend. But the poor girl was never interested in men. She believed that she should not force love to come to her, instead she should wait until it found its way to her on its own.
She closed her door and stared down at the beautiful blue gown that lay before her. It was more stunning than all the rest. She figured that someone exceptionally important must be attending. Picking the dress up, she began to dress herself. It was all routine; she would put on her gown and then have her maid come do her hair. But tonight she decided differently. Instead of wearing her hair in those fancy hairstyles, she would wear it out, which she hardly ever did. Slipping into her heels she left her room and walked down the brightly-lit staircase, to the main entrance of the ballroom. The ballroom was a gigantic, circular room, with nothing but glass walls. It was very hard to distinguish the inside from the outside. There were shimmering chandeliers, which hung from the ceiling, and sparkling marble floors. Though, no matter how breath taking the room was Sango couldn't help but dread these boring occasions.
With a soft sigh she took a breath and opened the great oak-wood doors to the ball. It was the same as usual, the same dresses, the same suits, everything was the same. Standing in the entrance wearing her strapless, shape hugging, light blue silk dress; her soft white gloves reaching just above elbows; and her raven hair cascading over her bare shoulders sent the young men running to greet her. "Pigs" she mumbled to herself. She knew the only thing they wanted was her father's money. Speaking of father. She looked around the crowded room for her own. Dodging the men, she searched for her dad.
"Ah, Sango. I want you to meet someone." He grasped her gloved hand from behind and led his daughter through the crowd. Tipping his hat and giving pleasant gestures to everyone as he passed. The two of them stopped in front of a small group. "Mrs. President, Souichiro, young Hiro." He addressed the trio. "This is my precious daughter, Sango." The young woman bowed and forced out a smile like she always did. The woman looked Sango over and smiled in return. Apparently pleased of what she saw. "Oh please Kano, don't be so formal. Call me Sana." She smiled again and immediately the conversation began. It made sense now. The fancy dress, the crowd of people, it was because of the president. Sango didn't understand what was so great about her anyway, she was just another woman. She sighed once again. The president exited the conversation with your father and her husband, and decided on playing matchmaker. Ever since Sango was a small child everyone insisted on marrying her off. Come on, it's the 21-century already. "So Sango, your sixteen? You and Hiro are the same age. I'm sure he didn't tell you how popular he is with the ladies." The president giggled and sipped some more Champaign, obviously she was drunk. Sango looked over at the blushing Hiro, apparently he didn't want to be here either. Sana pulled on the two youngster's arms closing the gap between them. Causing both of them to feel extremely uneasy. "Go dance, you two!" She pushed them onto the dance floor and retreated into her abandoned conversation.
Sango stared down the president's son. He was cute, she admitted to her self, but.. Hiro cut her short from her analysis of the situation. "Um. Sango, would you like to dance?" He looked at her nervously fearing rejection. Hiro was always pretty shy, she could tell just by looking in his eyes. Her brain and heart were telling her to crush him and deny his request, but looking into his sorrowful eyes she couldn't bring herself to hurt his feelings. "Damb conscience," the girl muttered as she smiled and placed her hand in his, causing him to smile as well. They danced for quite some time to the boring ball room music. Sango wasn't sure how much more she could take, the boredom was really starting to eat away at her. All the girl wanted to do, was make her own decisions. If she didn't want to attend this ball then dammit she wouldn't have to! She stopped herself from thinking any further, she knew she was getting carried away. Dancing she noticed Kohaku. In away she was always a little jealous of him. He could always mingle and enjoy these balls. Yup, my little brother made for the super star life, she giggled a little when she pictured Kohaku wearing diamond sunglasses and a James Bond tuxedo. When the song finally ended she decided it was time for her to retire from the dance floor. "Hiro that's enough for me. I uh. I'm going to freshen up." She released her hand from his and quickly made her way through the crowd and out the ballroom before anyone could capture her into a conversation.
The bathroom wasn't very far. About ten feet from the ballroom. It was so close so people wouldn't end up lost and walking around the mansion. Every social event Sango would excuse herself, after making her presence known, then go to the bathroom, where she would stay most of the night. The perfect plan she thought. Walking in she smiled at the towel lady. "Hey Mona, how's it going?" The little woman turned to Sango, but did not smile back. She was short and chubby, and pretty rough around the edges. "How do you think its going? I stay in the bathroom all night." Sango paid her bad attitude no attention because she was so used to her cold disposition. She walked up to her and winked. "It's no better out there. I much rather be here." The young girl waited a second then peered around the bathroom making sure it was empty. "Do you have it." She asked. "Yup, but one day you're going to get caught." Mona passed her a book from under a towel. Taking the book Sango made her way to a stall. Locking it she sat on the toilet, prepared to spend the rest of the night reading.
BOOM! BANG! Sango looked up from her book hearing the loud noises. Fire crackers, she wondered? Wait, no, they didn't sound like firecrackers, more like gun shouts. She through the book down and opened the stall. Panicking, she ran towards the ballroom meeting up with Mona right outside. She stood in her way to the doors, blocking her entrance. "Mona! What's happening?!" Sango screamed in fear. Mona only looked at her as she thought of a way to tell her, "Sango, you can't go in there. Assassins are shooting up the place." With that, Sango ran towards the door only to be pushed back by Mona, "Get out of my way!!" She pushed and pleaded to get through. Her whole family was in there, "Mona let go!" She kicked and screamed as the poor towel lady attempted to hold her back. Finally Sango got loose. She opened the doors and ran inside. What she saw was horrible. The chandeliers had been demolished, so the room was barley lit. But there was just enough light to see the dead corpses lying on the ground. Contorted in all different angles. Some who lie, were still alive and were moaning in agony, but they could barley be heard over the gunshots and frantic screams. "Kohaku! Mom! Father!" Sango screamed frantically, as she searched for her family. Running towards a nearby table, where she thought she caught a glimpse of Kohaku, she tripped over a body. She looked down into it's face. It was her father's and beside him was her mother. "Father!" She shook his shoulder in the hopes that he would open his eyes. Again she screamed for him, "Father! Wake up!" The young woman turned her attention from her father to her mother, hearing a soft cough come from her lips. "Sango..." Crawling over to her mother she lay her head in her lap. " Mother we're going to make it. Right?! I'll just carry you and daddy out." Her mother slowly lifted her hand towards her child's face and softly smiled. Her soft hand caressed her daughters face reassuringly." Sango, your father is dead. And as. As for me, I won't make it. You have to find Kohaku and leave before you are killed as well. we'll always be with you." With one last warm smile her mother's hand dropped to her side, and her eyes closed. Sango looked at both of her deceased parents in a state of shock. She would never feel her moms soft hand against her cheek again or her fathers goofy laughs, nothing, they were gone for good. Unable to cry, Sango left her parents and crawled beneath the gunshots towards the table she had spotted Kohaku hiding earlier. Her mind was going through overload, causing the young woman's to become completely blank with no emotions. It was all like a horrible nightmare. "Kohaku!" She hugged her brother, who was crouched in a little ball with his hand over his ears. He looked up from his small cocoon to huddle himself in Sango's arms. The two of them sat there listening to the screams and gunshots, preying not to be found. Eventually the gunshots subsides as so did the screams, and the police arrived.
Three policemen walked in observing the scene. "Wow so many dead bodies. Everyone must have been killed. Doesn't seem like there are any survivors." One said as he started searching among the dead corpses. Sango hearing the police talk knew it was now safe to come out. She let go of Kohaku and wobbly stood up. It took every ounce of her energy just to stand there. While Kohaku still sat leaning on her left leg. One of the policemen noticed the young woman standing and ran to her side, " Hey look, two survivors!" The police carried the two out of the blood bath and into the living room of the mansion. This was one of the most important slaughters in history, so they tried to get some questioning in. It wasn't everyday that the president and almost every political figure in all of Japan are killed. The policemen finally gave up on the questions, knowing that siblings were in too much shock to answer anything. And after what they went through, it would be cruel to proceed any further. "Will the two of you be all right alone for the night?" One of the policemen asked. Sango nodded and they left the girl and her brother alone in the living room. Kohaku had fallen asleep on her lap. Everything that happened must have made him tired. She ran her hand through his hair. He was all she had left, protecting him would be her main goal. Sango stood up with Kohaku in her arms and carried him into his bedroom. Deciding he would sleep better in his bed, she tucked him in and went back down stairs to sit on the couch. In silence she began to sort through her thoughts because she was unable to sleep. Everytime her eyes would close she would she the bodies of her mother and father. A tear finally slipped down her cheek, for the first time that night. Her emotions were now beginning to take effect. On the verge of an all out burst of tears, Sango felt something crawl up beside her. She looked down at her pet cheetah, Kirara, who gazed right back at her. Breaking eye contact she gently licked her cheek. "Are you trying to make me feel better, Kirara?" The cheetah purred in consent. The mistress eyed her pet, as it laid its head in her lap. She ran her fingers down the black markings from its eyes to its mouth. That was the reason she had gotten Kirara. She always thought that cheetahs cried forever, so if she got one she would never have to cry. Her cheetah would always cry for her. "Yes, Kirara you'll cry for me won't you? As long as you're here I'll never have to cry." Sango stroked her pet's fur as it snoozed it's way to sleep with its never-ending stream of tears. That whole night Sango staid up. She was completely unable to sleep. Though she didn't think about what happened that night instead her mind was a complete haze, and no more tears fell from her eyes.
Yey!!! That's chapter number one. It's a little depressing but its still good, in my opinion at least. I wasn't suppose to write until I finished my other fic but sence I have skills I can do both at the same time. Well anyway Review. It you like or don't like, I don't really care just review so I can do my best to fix what ever is wrong.:Smiles: