September Rain_ A modern Fairy Tale
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"Oh, great.." she muttered to herself, attempting in vain to shield her hair from the water which was pouring down in sheets. She had just gotten off a 7 hour shift at Montangoe's, the local dance club. "It must be like, 6 in the morning now," she said sleepily, tightening her white jacket around her, whishing it had a hood. But then again, her apartment was only about four blocks away, so if she ran she could make it home before her hair became a frizzy disaster zone. Good plan, except.. she looked down at her shoes and sighed. Jumping slightly, lifting one foot, then the other into the air, she grasped the heel of her shoes and pulled them off. Stuffing the cumbersome objects into her purse, she skittered towards her apartment home in stocking feet, careful not to step on any particularly sharp rocks.
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The rain was coming down hard now, but not so hard that he couldn't smell her scent. That scent that smelled faintly of flowers and pumpkin pie. Pumpkin pie? What the hell was he talking about? No. Concentrate, back to the job. Right, the job. Get in, punch her lights out, stuff her in a bag.. or something.. get out. Same ol' job.
Then why did he feel so off today? Must be the rain.
A hanyou slumped back, leaning against a grimy alleyway wall, crossing his arms. His golden eyes gleamed with an itch of determination, but his lips, pressed firmly together in a contemplating pout, were decisively indifferent. Around his body he wore a dark red coat, with darker clothing underneath, slightly dampened by the ever-pounding rain. His ears, which, for some reason were rather dog-shaped, and sitting on top of his head twitched slightly and suddenly he disappeared, shifting into the shadows of the alleyway as a lone individual walked by.
She was young, probably not even 20 yet, and very beautiful. Although she looked fairly tired, her hair still bounced, despite being saturated by rain. Inuyasha smiled. Even if she wasn't drop-dead tired, she still would be no match for him. She wasn't even a demon. The girl yawned, inching forward in her stockings. What? No shoes? What was up with that?
"Stupid humans," he muttered.
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_To be continued..
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"Oh, great.." she muttered to herself, attempting in vain to shield her hair from the water which was pouring down in sheets. She had just gotten off a 7 hour shift at Montangoe's, the local dance club. "It must be like, 6 in the morning now," she said sleepily, tightening her white jacket around her, whishing it had a hood. But then again, her apartment was only about four blocks away, so if she ran she could make it home before her hair became a frizzy disaster zone. Good plan, except.. she looked down at her shoes and sighed. Jumping slightly, lifting one foot, then the other into the air, she grasped the heel of her shoes and pulled them off. Stuffing the cumbersome objects into her purse, she skittered towards her apartment home in stocking feet, careful not to step on any particularly sharp rocks.
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The rain was coming down hard now, but not so hard that he couldn't smell her scent. That scent that smelled faintly of flowers and pumpkin pie. Pumpkin pie? What the hell was he talking about? No. Concentrate, back to the job. Right, the job. Get in, punch her lights out, stuff her in a bag.. or something.. get out. Same ol' job.
Then why did he feel so off today? Must be the rain.
A hanyou slumped back, leaning against a grimy alleyway wall, crossing his arms. His golden eyes gleamed with an itch of determination, but his lips, pressed firmly together in a contemplating pout, were decisively indifferent. Around his body he wore a dark red coat, with darker clothing underneath, slightly dampened by the ever-pounding rain. His ears, which, for some reason were rather dog-shaped, and sitting on top of his head twitched slightly and suddenly he disappeared, shifting into the shadows of the alleyway as a lone individual walked by.
She was young, probably not even 20 yet, and very beautiful. Although she looked fairly tired, her hair still bounced, despite being saturated by rain. Inuyasha smiled. Even if she wasn't drop-dead tired, she still would be no match for him. She wasn't even a demon. The girl yawned, inching forward in her stockings. What? No shoes? What was up with that?
"Stupid humans," he muttered.
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_To be continued..
