A/N:hey...first inu yasha fic...
yep, thought id move out of only doing PotC fics..
umm, yea, me and me class an the teacher were discussing the behavior of kidnapped people, so i thought id make a fic bout it, using sessou and kagome...
R&REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
if i get no revs, i might mot continue
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Kagome ran in the dark gray fog, as if her life depended on it. The truth was, she didn't know where she was running, where she would end up. She was cold and full of terror. Desperate tears flowed down her face. The heat that she gained by running so fast made her even more uncomfortable, for it felt unnatural, in such a state of panic. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she dared not stop.
What happened that made her flee into the unknown, alone and defenseless?
Inu Yasha, she and the rest of the group were traveling through this land, infested by countless dead spirits of demons, the sun always blocked by this unnaturally heavy and dark fog. From the moment she set foot on the earth of this huge burial ground, where once a huge battle was fought between hundreds and hundreds of demons, she felt at unease. But the night has been the worst. She felt like she was in a dream. She wasn't sure where her nightmare ended, she just got up, and ran in a state of pure horror. What she was running from she was not sure of herself, and she didn't have sense to remind herself that this is just the effect of the malice built up in this graveyard. She ran and ran until her body and mind gave out, and she fell to the ground, unconcious.
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She woke up to the sound of a swishing sword, which seemed to come way too close to her. She snapped up into a sitting position, end at once regretted it for two reasons. One, her mucles were so sore from all that running that she could barely move. Two, her neck came within inches to the blade of an unfamiliar sword. She looked slowly to her side and saw that a few strands of her hair have been cut off, then with great fear, looked up at the hand holding the sword, raising her head to see the face of the man who held the weapon to her throat.
Silver white hair, two marks on each side of his face, a red and white kimono, and expressionless golden eyes.
Sesshoumaru stood above her, looking down at her threatheningly.
For some reason, Kagome felt like all her courage and hope was left with those dead souls she was running from. Normally she would be confident about the fact that Inu and the others would come and rescue her, she would be strong and show no fear.
But now she remembered what she was running from, and why she was crying. She remembered seeing Inu Yasha devoured by that horrible tiger demon, like the rest of them. She remembered it so clearly.
She broke into tears again, just while staring back at the cold looking demon before her. She couldn't help but show her weakness. She felt weak and helpess, for she got her courage from her friends, and now they were all gone.
She didn't know where she was, or what Sesshoumaru wanted with her. She knew that he would move the blade soon. Maybe she was even calling for it, deep within herself, since she had not much more to live for. She was lonely, sad, horrified, and hopeless.
the two just stood there, looking at eachother silently, Kagome sobbing a little.
Sesshoumaru seemed to understand the way the girl looked at the sword so near her neck, and he pulled his arm back, ready to strike.
Kagome closed her eyes tightly as she prepared for the blow...and it came.
The cold blade cut into her flesh swiftly and easily. It didn't hurt so much as she thought it would. Actually, as she fell to the ground, she felt just fine. In fact, in better physical health than ever. Even her mucles seemed to stop aching.
She lay there, waiting for death, but it didn't. She called death but it didn't come.
After lying that way for a while, she broke into sobs again. She couldn't even die in peace. Why couldn't she just die? She thought of all her friends disappearing right in front of her eyes, and she truly wanted to cease existing.
She completely forgot about Sesshoumaru, who was stil standing above her, head vaugely tilted, a slight, cold, rare smile on his lips, revealing a tip of a sharp white fang. He was going to stay there until she got up.
yep, thought id move out of only doing PotC fics..
umm, yea, me and me class an the teacher were discussing the behavior of kidnapped people, so i thought id make a fic bout it, using sessou and kagome...
R&REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
if i get no revs, i might mot continue
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Kagome ran in the dark gray fog, as if her life depended on it. The truth was, she didn't know where she was running, where she would end up. She was cold and full of terror. Desperate tears flowed down her face. The heat that she gained by running so fast made her even more uncomfortable, for it felt unnatural, in such a state of panic. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she dared not stop.
What happened that made her flee into the unknown, alone and defenseless?
Inu Yasha, she and the rest of the group were traveling through this land, infested by countless dead spirits of demons, the sun always blocked by this unnaturally heavy and dark fog. From the moment she set foot on the earth of this huge burial ground, where once a huge battle was fought between hundreds and hundreds of demons, she felt at unease. But the night has been the worst. She felt like she was in a dream. She wasn't sure where her nightmare ended, she just got up, and ran in a state of pure horror. What she was running from she was not sure of herself, and she didn't have sense to remind herself that this is just the effect of the malice built up in this graveyard. She ran and ran until her body and mind gave out, and she fell to the ground, unconcious.
___
She woke up to the sound of a swishing sword, which seemed to come way too close to her. She snapped up into a sitting position, end at once regretted it for two reasons. One, her mucles were so sore from all that running that she could barely move. Two, her neck came within inches to the blade of an unfamiliar sword. She looked slowly to her side and saw that a few strands of her hair have been cut off, then with great fear, looked up at the hand holding the sword, raising her head to see the face of the man who held the weapon to her throat.
Silver white hair, two marks on each side of his face, a red and white kimono, and expressionless golden eyes.
Sesshoumaru stood above her, looking down at her threatheningly.
For some reason, Kagome felt like all her courage and hope was left with those dead souls she was running from. Normally she would be confident about the fact that Inu and the others would come and rescue her, she would be strong and show no fear.
But now she remembered what she was running from, and why she was crying. She remembered seeing Inu Yasha devoured by that horrible tiger demon, like the rest of them. She remembered it so clearly.
She broke into tears again, just while staring back at the cold looking demon before her. She couldn't help but show her weakness. She felt weak and helpess, for she got her courage from her friends, and now they were all gone.
She didn't know where she was, or what Sesshoumaru wanted with her. She knew that he would move the blade soon. Maybe she was even calling for it, deep within herself, since she had not much more to live for. She was lonely, sad, horrified, and hopeless.
the two just stood there, looking at eachother silently, Kagome sobbing a little.
Sesshoumaru seemed to understand the way the girl looked at the sword so near her neck, and he pulled his arm back, ready to strike.
Kagome closed her eyes tightly as she prepared for the blow...and it came.
The cold blade cut into her flesh swiftly and easily. It didn't hurt so much as she thought it would. Actually, as she fell to the ground, she felt just fine. In fact, in better physical health than ever. Even her mucles seemed to stop aching.
She lay there, waiting for death, but it didn't. She called death but it didn't come.
After lying that way for a while, she broke into sobs again. She couldn't even die in peace. Why couldn't she just die? She thought of all her friends disappearing right in front of her eyes, and she truly wanted to cease existing.
She completely forgot about Sesshoumaru, who was stil standing above her, head vaugely tilted, a slight, cold, rare smile on his lips, revealing a tip of a sharp white fang. He was going to stay there until she got up.