Hey, I'm Kyana and this is my very first fan fiction (ever). Except of
course for that other one I started writing a while ago but just never got
around to finishing it or submitting it. But let's just say this is my
first one! Well I suppose you really don't care so.ON WITH THE
STORY!!!!!!!!!!! * hero music *
The Switch
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It was a typical day for 21-year-old Sesshomaru. Get up, have a shower, eat breakfast (coffee and toast), and stay in the bathroom brushing his long silvery mane and applying, then reapplying his makeup. Only today was different, he could feel it. ______
A young, 19-year-old Inuyasha growled and grumbled as he got up from off the ground, his usual bed. He lazily walked into the bathroom, rinsed his face, and shaved. (He didn't like to shower) Inuyasha walked outside and thought about his older brother, Sesshomaru. How he hated, loathed and despised him. Always bragging about how he' a full demon unlike his wimpy half brother and how he always thought he was so beautiful ((which of course he is!!)) _______
A knock was heard at the door. It was almost 2:30 and the now
beautiful Sesshomaru
rushed to answer the door. When he opened the door, flashing his
pearly whites, he
came to find that no one was standing there, "Oh dear, what a waste
of makeup, getting
all pretty and no one to see it. Guess I'll have to put more on!" he
exclaimed. He was
about to skip off merrily to the bathroom when he noticed something
resting on the
porch. He glanced down and saw a tiny glass bottle with purple lacing.
"OOH!! How
pretty this would look on my kitchen table!!!" exclaimed. Sesshomaru
turned the bottle
over and noticed gold writing printed on the bottle. Obviously, a
different language. He
opened the bottle and sniffed the substance. Smelled decent enough.
He took a swig of
the drink, and felt very dizzy. He slumped against the wall, and
fainted.
_______
Inuyasha was in the kitchen playing with a random butcher knife when
he heard the rap at
the door. "Damn people that sell things" he grumbled. He made his way
over to the door
and saw nothing but a bottle. "Don't give me your damn garbage!" he
yelled to anyone
that was out there. He picked up the bottle, ready to toss it, then
noticed it was filled with
a liquid. "Ah, why the hell not?" he said. He took a long sip and
finished the tiny bottle.
He felt very faint, then tumbled to the floor, in an unconscious
state.
The Switch
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was a typical day for 21-year-old Sesshomaru. Get up, have a shower, eat breakfast (coffee and toast), and stay in the bathroom brushing his long silvery mane and applying, then reapplying his makeup. Only today was different, he could feel it. ______
A young, 19-year-old Inuyasha growled and grumbled as he got up from off the ground, his usual bed. He lazily walked into the bathroom, rinsed his face, and shaved. (He didn't like to shower) Inuyasha walked outside and thought about his older brother, Sesshomaru. How he hated, loathed and despised him. Always bragging about how he' a full demon unlike his wimpy half brother and how he always thought he was so beautiful ((which of course he is!!)) _______
A knock was heard at the door. It was almost 2:30 and the now
beautiful Sesshomaru
rushed to answer the door. When he opened the door, flashing his
pearly whites, he
came to find that no one was standing there, "Oh dear, what a waste
of makeup, getting
all pretty and no one to see it. Guess I'll have to put more on!" he
exclaimed. He was
about to skip off merrily to the bathroom when he noticed something
resting on the
porch. He glanced down and saw a tiny glass bottle with purple lacing.
"OOH!! How
pretty this would look on my kitchen table!!!" exclaimed. Sesshomaru
turned the bottle
over and noticed gold writing printed on the bottle. Obviously, a
different language. He
opened the bottle and sniffed the substance. Smelled decent enough.
He took a swig of
the drink, and felt very dizzy. He slumped against the wall, and
fainted.
_______
Inuyasha was in the kitchen playing with a random butcher knife when
he heard the rap at
the door. "Damn people that sell things" he grumbled. He made his way
over to the door
and saw nothing but a bottle. "Don't give me your damn garbage!" he
yelled to anyone
that was out there. He picked up the bottle, ready to toss it, then
noticed it was filled with
a liquid. "Ah, why the hell not?" he said. He took a long sip and
finished the tiny bottle.
He felt very faint, then tumbled to the floor, in an unconscious
state.