Demonic Wings. Maybe you think it's a weird title. It'll have to do with the plot ^_^
Ok, a bit soon to start about the plot, right? Actually I won't post the story here. I'm posting a very long summary and I just want to claim this idea…
It's not totally mine, mind you, I'm basing it on a book. But still I'm the first to base it on that book so partially…
ANYWAY I'm babbling too much. I will tell you in short what this Alternate Universe fic will be about.
It's like this: Inuyasha, or rather Yasha as I call him in this story, is an ordinary boy, though he does steal some things sometimes. But only if it doesn't take him too much effort.
Anyway, because of something he stole, a strange company calls him up in the middle of the night to ask if he will work for them. It appears they think he has very special powers, though Yasha doesn't know what the heck of powers he should have.
His friend Miroku gets called too so that they both would come. All in all, it seems the company's core is rotten and that there is something of a family curse, and Yasha, Miroku, Kagome and Sango will have to lift that curse by traveling through time and try to reverse it. Though they don't know where they are going, what they should do and what the curse exactly is, the rotten core of their company haunts them.
Thing is, they travel through a time of dreams. The high bosses of the company try to push them into real time, but eventually they get stuck in the time of dreams. A ghost of Yasha's past haunts him, but he doesn't know who it is. He vaguely remembers the face though…
The longer they're stuck, the more they find out about the family curse, the flow of time and brotherly bonds.
Everything's about the profit, always was and always will be. They'll find out that could cost lives.
Revenge isn't everything, and though their company gets divided into two halves, they manage to eventually reach the place of all beginnings.
So that's a LOT of weird stuff, right? I just wanted you to know I'm busy writing this, though it's offline now. I want to know your opinion about it, I need to know if it's worth writing if nobody will read it when I post it…
Yes, I am a little pessimistic… Always was, always will be ^_~
So anyway, this summary was a little crappy, I know, I wrote it just now in 2 minutes. I'll give you the first paragraphs of the Prologue… (Just hope I won't change anything in that anymore ^^;;) I hope you understand it's difficult to get things in one line, and that I probably will start posting in 2 months or more. It might even hold it till summer… -_-
ANYWAY:
Demonic wings
Part of Prologue
Looking back on things sometimes Yasha thought it all began 'cause he loved practical things. Actually there's something to say for that, after all if he hadn't been greedy as he was, he probably had turned away the first second. Why did he have to be the hero of their horrible adventures? He was just like every other boy, well, apart from four things:
Four little things.
First: he was a collector, and a good one too. He could store all of his stuff the way that he could find them in an instant, and that his parents didn't throw everything away every six months. He mostly collected handy things, for example flashlights that were a mobile phone and a compass all at the same time. But he had shelves and shelves with what others would call useless junk, like rusted machines, skulls and bones, keycords of all kinds of shops and parades he had once been, all kinds of keys and locks, broken computer-games, and a lot of electrical and non-electrical tools.
Second: He could fall asleep within 5 seconds, no matter the place or the time.
Third: He always remembered what he had dreamt. Which could be fabulous when you had had the best dream in the world, but extremely irritating when you had one hell of a nightmare. Imagine being chased by a giant centipede all day…
And fourth: he was a thief.
A thief? Yes, indeed. I'm sorry to say but it is the truth, just ask for his collection of jewelry. He'll never show it. For the collection consists of earrings, golden brooches, girls-rings, necklaces… And what need does a fifteen year old boy have with all of that stuff? He stole them, half on purpose and half not. You try and place your ring on the edge of your desk and walk to the front to ask something to the teacher. Your ring will mysteriously disappear. Or drop your earring in his presence… Or, like that stupid woman with the fur coat did, let your silver bracelet, with pendants shaped like leaves (and a real life diamond Shikon, oh, yes indeed) slip of your arm in an overfilled tram. If that particular bracelet gets its way down to his feet… At the next station you'll see a particular 15-year-old get of the tram and you will miss your precious bracelet.
But Yasha is the hero of this story and to say in his defense: he never steals from friends, and he'll never steal anything if he has to make the slightest effort for it. Lazy little brat…-
Well, anyway, these four things aside, he was one heck of a normal boy. Black hair, slightly pink skin, normal length. The only thing that might occur strangely beautiful to you that his eyes weren't the normal blue, but slightly violet.
But he got called. Phone-called to be exact.
