Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha and the cast but I wish I did. I do of
course own Kuroki, she's my character as well as some original ones I'm
gonna throw in. I may or may not do that though. I'm just saying.
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A fathers secret
She sat up in a chair in her room, shifting herself slightly from her past position. As a soft smile graced her lips, she raised her head from her work. The drawing she had been working on for the past couple hours.
Her eyes wondered throught the paper, taking in every aspect. Detail to detail line to line, she slowly took it in.
Her eyes narrowed, as she thought of one of her dreams. She had drawn that man , yet again. But something was different about him in this picture. He looked a little like her father.
But her father had his raven hair tied into a long braid that went down to his knees. And his eye's were much softer than the man in the picture.
His eyes, were full of both sorrow and hatred. She couldn't place it exactly, though. There was much in his eyes that she had begun to notice.
She was almost done. All that was left were some minor touch ups. Which wouldn't take long .
Her drawings, were always of demons and things she saw in her dreams. She always shared her drawings with her dad.
He enjoyed her work, more than most people. No one really saw her drawings except for him. She would never show anyone else, because she feared their opinions.
Kuroki was her name, or Kuro as they sometimes called her. She was a bright girl, but could care less about her studies. Something her mother was't too happy about.
She was fifteen now, almost sixteen. Her birthday was in a few days.
Sighing heavly, her head drifted to her open window. Such a beautiful night. The moon was full, the harvest moon it was. Her favorite time in the lunar cycle. Which she always followed. Because she was deep into wica. Something her parents had no idea about.
Besides the new moon, that too was her favorite part of the cycle. The darkness was always the best part of that night. She could spend hours at her window, when the moon was out or even when it it wasn't.
"Mmm..." She whispered, closing her eyes to embrace the moons warmth. She wished sometimes she could run beneath it. But her mother forbid her to leave the house on these nights. And so on the new moon.
Her mother forbid it, not her father. He had a rule, though. He was to acompany her. She wouldn't stand to be followed, so she would sneak out every now and then.
Starring out her window at that moment releived her stress. It had been burning in her gut for so long now.
Absentmindedly she glarred forward. Not noticing the knocking at the door. It opened slowly, creaking. Inuyasha poked his head throught the small gap. Smiling he spoke. " Dinners ready" He said to her, shaking her out of her thoughts.
His long raven locks slid down into veiw, when he tilted his head. His glasses nearly slid off his nose as he tilted his head. The lenses being round didn't help keep them in place but made it easy for them to slide.
" Yeah, okay". She smiled starring back at him. Hiding her fustration and saddness. She did so but her efforts were in vein, Inuyasha knew of her saddness. He too had that to bare. Though he showed no sign of this.
Inuyasha left slowly but took a small glance at the drawing she was working on. He was saddened by it. But didn't let it show, He just smiled softly as he left.
She was drawing Sesshomaru and Rin. Though she never met the two. It was strange. She was always drawing people of his past, and or demons he had faced. It was a bizare twist, he thought to himself.
He had noticed this when she was young, though her skills wern't as great then as they are now. She was a wonderful artist and he would do anything to encourage her to stay with it.
Kuro never left her room, except for breif periods in the middle of the night when she honestly felt she should get away from the house. Inuyasha and Kagome knew nothing of this though.
Silence crept up on her as she leaned back into her black recliner. She let herself fall into ease, embracing the silence. It was all she needed then, though surely enough it would soon drive her insane.
Slowly, she tilted her head, bringing her hand to her face. She then pulled the loose strains that hung down over her eyes, out of the way so she could see.
Kuro sighed heavily as she set her things on the floor. She walked over to the window and shut it before she perseeded out her door.
It didn't take long, soon she slowly walked out her door, down the hallway and into the dinning room. Where both her mother and father sat. They had started without her, she noticed. She must have taken longer than she thought.
Shrugging her shoulders, she dismissed it and hurried to her seat. The food looked so good right about now to her. She had nothing since lunch.
Sitting down, quietly she pulled the ramen near. Oh how she loved the ramen. It was her fathers favorite too. He sat across from her at the table, slurping his ramen. Kagome sat a little ways away from where he sat.
The slurps faded slowly, casting an unwanted silence upon the room.
They all ate silently now.Kuroki took glances every now and then at her father. Her smooth expression, faded. Kuro took yet another glance at her father, thinking absentmidedly of the dajavu she felt creeping apon her.
She could have sworn she had seen a man like him before. It was only now that she thought about. But there were a few differences between the two. She pondered mentaly, as a pure look of pensivness swept over her face.
Letting it go she excused herself from the table. Leaving the dinning room, she hurried down the hallway and into her room. When she arrived to her destination, something felt odd as cool breeze danced apon her bare flesh. She was wearing a black tanktop .
The window was open. Though she could have swarn she closed it. But it didn't matter. Starring at the window in confussion she hurried over and shut it.
Something else caught her eye at that moment, there was a glass of water on her desk that she didn't remember setting there.
She must have forgot, dismissing it she wondered over . Taking a few sips, she then set it down.
She treaded over to her bed without another sound. She was too tired to hesitate against the window or her thoughts for that matter.
Slowly, laying her head down on her feathered pillow she drifted away into a soundless slumber. Letting her dreams send her adrift down an endless road of clouds.
But this wasn't so. Her dreams would take her back. Back to the feudal era , but it wasn't to her knowledge that her dreams were actually suppressed memory. Her fathers memory. _______________________________________________________________________
Kuroki- Okay, um.. All of you are probally wondering why my pen name is Kuroki by now. Well the thing is.. if you wanna know it's the only thing I could think of. I don't know if you care or not but that's the story.
ps. - To those who like where this is goin' , please reivew. The second chapter is done, but I'm not putting it up untill I get a few good reviews. Seven of five, reviews then I'll put it up. Well thank you for your time.
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A fathers secret
She sat up in a chair in her room, shifting herself slightly from her past position. As a soft smile graced her lips, she raised her head from her work. The drawing she had been working on for the past couple hours.
Her eyes wondered throught the paper, taking in every aspect. Detail to detail line to line, she slowly took it in.
Her eyes narrowed, as she thought of one of her dreams. She had drawn that man , yet again. But something was different about him in this picture. He looked a little like her father.
But her father had his raven hair tied into a long braid that went down to his knees. And his eye's were much softer than the man in the picture.
His eyes, were full of both sorrow and hatred. She couldn't place it exactly, though. There was much in his eyes that she had begun to notice.
She was almost done. All that was left were some minor touch ups. Which wouldn't take long .
Her drawings, were always of demons and things she saw in her dreams. She always shared her drawings with her dad.
He enjoyed her work, more than most people. No one really saw her drawings except for him. She would never show anyone else, because she feared their opinions.
Kuroki was her name, or Kuro as they sometimes called her. She was a bright girl, but could care less about her studies. Something her mother was't too happy about.
She was fifteen now, almost sixteen. Her birthday was in a few days.
Sighing heavly, her head drifted to her open window. Such a beautiful night. The moon was full, the harvest moon it was. Her favorite time in the lunar cycle. Which she always followed. Because she was deep into wica. Something her parents had no idea about.
Besides the new moon, that too was her favorite part of the cycle. The darkness was always the best part of that night. She could spend hours at her window, when the moon was out or even when it it wasn't.
"Mmm..." She whispered, closing her eyes to embrace the moons warmth. She wished sometimes she could run beneath it. But her mother forbid her to leave the house on these nights. And so on the new moon.
Her mother forbid it, not her father. He had a rule, though. He was to acompany her. She wouldn't stand to be followed, so she would sneak out every now and then.
Starring out her window at that moment releived her stress. It had been burning in her gut for so long now.
Absentmindedly she glarred forward. Not noticing the knocking at the door. It opened slowly, creaking. Inuyasha poked his head throught the small gap. Smiling he spoke. " Dinners ready" He said to her, shaking her out of her thoughts.
His long raven locks slid down into veiw, when he tilted his head. His glasses nearly slid off his nose as he tilted his head. The lenses being round didn't help keep them in place but made it easy for them to slide.
" Yeah, okay". She smiled starring back at him. Hiding her fustration and saddness. She did so but her efforts were in vein, Inuyasha knew of her saddness. He too had that to bare. Though he showed no sign of this.
Inuyasha left slowly but took a small glance at the drawing she was working on. He was saddened by it. But didn't let it show, He just smiled softly as he left.
She was drawing Sesshomaru and Rin. Though she never met the two. It was strange. She was always drawing people of his past, and or demons he had faced. It was a bizare twist, he thought to himself.
He had noticed this when she was young, though her skills wern't as great then as they are now. She was a wonderful artist and he would do anything to encourage her to stay with it.
Kuro never left her room, except for breif periods in the middle of the night when she honestly felt she should get away from the house. Inuyasha and Kagome knew nothing of this though.
Silence crept up on her as she leaned back into her black recliner. She let herself fall into ease, embracing the silence. It was all she needed then, though surely enough it would soon drive her insane.
Slowly, she tilted her head, bringing her hand to her face. She then pulled the loose strains that hung down over her eyes, out of the way so she could see.
Kuro sighed heavily as she set her things on the floor. She walked over to the window and shut it before she perseeded out her door.
It didn't take long, soon she slowly walked out her door, down the hallway and into the dinning room. Where both her mother and father sat. They had started without her, she noticed. She must have taken longer than she thought.
Shrugging her shoulders, she dismissed it and hurried to her seat. The food looked so good right about now to her. She had nothing since lunch.
Sitting down, quietly she pulled the ramen near. Oh how she loved the ramen. It was her fathers favorite too. He sat across from her at the table, slurping his ramen. Kagome sat a little ways away from where he sat.
The slurps faded slowly, casting an unwanted silence upon the room.
They all ate silently now.Kuroki took glances every now and then at her father. Her smooth expression, faded. Kuro took yet another glance at her father, thinking absentmidedly of the dajavu she felt creeping apon her.
She could have sworn she had seen a man like him before. It was only now that she thought about. But there were a few differences between the two. She pondered mentaly, as a pure look of pensivness swept over her face.
Letting it go she excused herself from the table. Leaving the dinning room, she hurried down the hallway and into her room. When she arrived to her destination, something felt odd as cool breeze danced apon her bare flesh. She was wearing a black tanktop .
The window was open. Though she could have swarn she closed it. But it didn't matter. Starring at the window in confussion she hurried over and shut it.
Something else caught her eye at that moment, there was a glass of water on her desk that she didn't remember setting there.
She must have forgot, dismissing it she wondered over . Taking a few sips, she then set it down.
She treaded over to her bed without another sound. She was too tired to hesitate against the window or her thoughts for that matter.
Slowly, laying her head down on her feathered pillow she drifted away into a soundless slumber. Letting her dreams send her adrift down an endless road of clouds.
But this wasn't so. Her dreams would take her back. Back to the feudal era , but it wasn't to her knowledge that her dreams were actually suppressed memory. Her fathers memory. _______________________________________________________________________
Kuroki- Okay, um.. All of you are probally wondering why my pen name is Kuroki by now. Well the thing is.. if you wanna know it's the only thing I could think of. I don't know if you care or not but that's the story.
ps. - To those who like where this is goin' , please reivew. The second chapter is done, but I'm not putting it up untill I get a few good reviews. Seven of five, reviews then I'll put it up. Well thank you for your time.