5 AM is not the time to write a friggan story. Lol. I'm tired, and I hate
to wake up. So anyway. Yeah. I do not own Inuyasha, because if I did, there
would be no show. He'd be stuck in my house.
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A pang of fear touched gently upon the girl face, as she stood, the sword in hand a frown caressing her features. Silence poured upon the resting clearing, and the girl strode toward her sleeping comrades, not sure what it was she planned to do.
In her mind she blamed them for his death. They had not been there to help. And when they had seen the corpse, they muttered a very insincere sounding apology.
Anger bubbling within her, the girl came to the monks' side, bloodlust winding through her veins, and she raised the sword higher.
"Kagome! No!" Shocked, the girl turned, and backed away, glancing in the direction from which came the voice. Her eyes grew wide, and she sank to her knees, mumbling about dreams, clenching her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth to bring herself comfort, the sword upon the ground forgotten.
The han-you wasn't sure if in the hands of a human, the tetsusaiga would harm a human. And he didn't wish to find out. He wasn't sure how he knew the swords name; he just knew he had to keep the girl away from it. Lines of worry decorated his face, as he realized the shock he had placed her in, by merely calling out her name. Blinking, he strode toward her. "Kagome?"
The girls' head snapped back up, and she looked at him, disbelief written upon her features. She stood, staring at the ghostly figure before her, then to the moon, wondering if he were a mirage. Shivers prickled upon her spine, but she ignored them, as she waved her hand before him. "Inuyasha?"
"Yeah?" The ghost muttered, sure that she had used his name. He was surprised to find himself enveloped by the girl suddenly, and far more surprised to find he was material enough to hold her.
"You died.." She whimpered simply, the cool of the inky night pressing upon them, as clouds slowly intercepted the light given by the moon and stars, each cloud growling lowly, sounding about ready to birth the tears of rain they had held for so long.
"I know.." ------------- Still bloody tired. Eh. Did you like? More to come. Next chap will be better, believe me.
A pang of fear touched gently upon the girl face, as she stood, the sword in hand a frown caressing her features. Silence poured upon the resting clearing, and the girl strode toward her sleeping comrades, not sure what it was she planned to do.
In her mind she blamed them for his death. They had not been there to help. And when they had seen the corpse, they muttered a very insincere sounding apology.
Anger bubbling within her, the girl came to the monks' side, bloodlust winding through her veins, and she raised the sword higher.
"Kagome! No!" Shocked, the girl turned, and backed away, glancing in the direction from which came the voice. Her eyes grew wide, and she sank to her knees, mumbling about dreams, clenching her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth to bring herself comfort, the sword upon the ground forgotten.
The han-you wasn't sure if in the hands of a human, the tetsusaiga would harm a human. And he didn't wish to find out. He wasn't sure how he knew the swords name; he just knew he had to keep the girl away from it. Lines of worry decorated his face, as he realized the shock he had placed her in, by merely calling out her name. Blinking, he strode toward her. "Kagome?"
The girls' head snapped back up, and she looked at him, disbelief written upon her features. She stood, staring at the ghostly figure before her, then to the moon, wondering if he were a mirage. Shivers prickled upon her spine, but she ignored them, as she waved her hand before him. "Inuyasha?"
"Yeah?" The ghost muttered, sure that she had used his name. He was surprised to find himself enveloped by the girl suddenly, and far more surprised to find he was material enough to hold her.
"You died.." She whimpered simply, the cool of the inky night pressing upon them, as clouds slowly intercepted the light given by the moon and stars, each cloud growling lowly, sounding about ready to birth the tears of rain they had held for so long.
"I know.." ------------- Still bloody tired. Eh. Did you like? More to come. Next chap will be better, believe me.