Well, hello everyone! This will be my second story on ff.net, so I just
thought you all would like to know. Merry Christmas, one and all! Happy
break! Etc, etc! Here's my brand new story!
Send all flames to ihateurstory.com (please don't, I'm not sure if it's a real website.)
DISCLAIMER: I have no claim to the Inuyasha fame, so don't think I do.
The Child Within-Chapter One
It's almost amazing how the simplest thing can suddenly become the turning point of your life. I mean, you would think taking a bath wouldn't change much besides your bacterial count, would you? I certainly didn't think so. Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to explain.
It began a day like any other. Inuyasha and the rest of us had just finished slaughtering a covey of bird demons and were celebrating in our usual manner: Miroku was groping Sango, she was beating him, Shippo was torturing Inuyasha and was being smacked thoroughly by the dog demon and Kirara was housing Myoga (who had of course run away at the first sign of danger). I was sitting, speaking with Kaede about becoming a priestess.
About midway through her sentence, Kaede's face changed to one of slight dismay. "Um, Kagome," she whispered to me, eyeing Miroku. "I don't see why the monk has not noticed yet, but your clothes are..." I looked down, seeing a tattered, forest green mini-skirt and ripped white school shirt. Stupid birds, I thought. Well, at least the lecher hadn't noticed and was too occupied with Sango to look up now.
"Thanks, Kaede," I said, and went into the hut to grab a towel and an extra priestess outfit from a wooden chest. The darkness took her vision away briefly, and she reveled in the bamboo smell that emanated from the walls. After taking the red and white "uniform", I went back out into the bright, early afternoon sun to go to the river I had found earlier.
Inuyasha stepped in front of me to intercept me. "And just where are you going?" Oh brother, he can be so crotchety sometimes, just because the only companion he can beat is Shippo.
"I'm going to take a bath, Inuyasha, and then I will change my clothes. Do I have your permission?"
He glanced down at my clothes, blushed, then stared at his red sleeve. "I suppose you can go," he muttered as he paced off. I smiled then did the same.
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Clothed in the soft pink towel (and with the Shikon shards around my neck), I sank into the briskly cold river, feeling it wash away any remains of demon innards. I could have just basked like that forever, I was sure. However, a visitor soon ruined my peace.
The sunlight seeping through my eyelids went dark. Opening my eyes to see the cause, I gasped and jumped up. There, clad in a black and deep navy robe, was Naraku. His black, curly hair pooled around his shoulders and stopped just below. His eyes were the same, the blue with tinges of red blended in. How I hated him (and still do), but what was he doing here?
"What do you want, Naraku? Get away from here before I purify your evil soul." My fists clenched, I felt a sudden cold as he studied me with his equally cold eyes. Shivers racked me, but I made my best attempt to stop them.
"What do you think I want, Kagome? What do I always want, always yearn for?" He watched me for my response. I met his gaze, knowing that my miko purity would pierce any attempt to get near me.
He advanced on me, arms extended toward me. "I will get what I want." I backed up, feet meeting the sandy riverbank. I tripped over a wet rock and fell on my back, still watching Naraku. He had closed the distance between us in the time it took me to fall, and was cutting my arm with his talons. I let out a cry and pushed him off, glancing at my arm. It had three long gashes on the bicep, each cut filled with something gooey and dark. What was going on?
I growled at Naraku then began to cough. Something was burning through my arm and seeping into me. I staggered into Naraku's powerful embrace.
I tried to escape, but he was too strong. What's wrong with me? I thought. I pushed away from him. He pushed me over with his bulk and pinned me underneath. I struggled. I felt my towel come off and the cold air wash over me. I heard Naraku chuckle deep in his throat. I wanted to murder him. I wished to wipe that grin off his face. I willed him harm.
His hand came over my stomach, slowly running over it. "If I cannot have Kikyo, her reincarnation will have to do." He moved his hand farther up onto my chest. I wanted to scream in suffering. He had drugged me. The son of a monkey gave me some paralysis drug. He massaged my chest. I whimpered. Help me, Inuyasha! I screamed internally. Please!
Naraku removed my necklace and placed it on himself. He then went back to me. I was losing my focus. I couldn't stay conscious. I fought. I could not let him keep touching me. But it was a fight I could not win. I felt my legs part and I fainted.
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Hmm, well that was a short chapter. What do you think so far? I'll check the reviews periodically, but if nobody's reading it then there's no point to keeping it up. So please review!
Sorry if this was a bit unhappy as well. It's really hard to make the story happy when Naraku has to appear, especially when he's playing the role of a pervert.
Naraku: Oh come on, you know I'm sexy.
Me: In someone's twisted mind, yes, yes you are. You are also perverted.
Naraku: Take that back.
Me: No way in my red chair.
Well, that's always special. Now that I've gotten myself all moody and depressed, I'll stop typing. R and R!
**bazooie
Send all flames to ihateurstory.com (please don't, I'm not sure if it's a real website.)
DISCLAIMER: I have no claim to the Inuyasha fame, so don't think I do.
The Child Within-Chapter One
It's almost amazing how the simplest thing can suddenly become the turning point of your life. I mean, you would think taking a bath wouldn't change much besides your bacterial count, would you? I certainly didn't think so. Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to explain.
It began a day like any other. Inuyasha and the rest of us had just finished slaughtering a covey of bird demons and were celebrating in our usual manner: Miroku was groping Sango, she was beating him, Shippo was torturing Inuyasha and was being smacked thoroughly by the dog demon and Kirara was housing Myoga (who had of course run away at the first sign of danger). I was sitting, speaking with Kaede about becoming a priestess.
About midway through her sentence, Kaede's face changed to one of slight dismay. "Um, Kagome," she whispered to me, eyeing Miroku. "I don't see why the monk has not noticed yet, but your clothes are..." I looked down, seeing a tattered, forest green mini-skirt and ripped white school shirt. Stupid birds, I thought. Well, at least the lecher hadn't noticed and was too occupied with Sango to look up now.
"Thanks, Kaede," I said, and went into the hut to grab a towel and an extra priestess outfit from a wooden chest. The darkness took her vision away briefly, and she reveled in the bamboo smell that emanated from the walls. After taking the red and white "uniform", I went back out into the bright, early afternoon sun to go to the river I had found earlier.
Inuyasha stepped in front of me to intercept me. "And just where are you going?" Oh brother, he can be so crotchety sometimes, just because the only companion he can beat is Shippo.
"I'm going to take a bath, Inuyasha, and then I will change my clothes. Do I have your permission?"
He glanced down at my clothes, blushed, then stared at his red sleeve. "I suppose you can go," he muttered as he paced off. I smiled then did the same.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Clothed in the soft pink towel (and with the Shikon shards around my neck), I sank into the briskly cold river, feeling it wash away any remains of demon innards. I could have just basked like that forever, I was sure. However, a visitor soon ruined my peace.
The sunlight seeping through my eyelids went dark. Opening my eyes to see the cause, I gasped and jumped up. There, clad in a black and deep navy robe, was Naraku. His black, curly hair pooled around his shoulders and stopped just below. His eyes were the same, the blue with tinges of red blended in. How I hated him (and still do), but what was he doing here?
"What do you want, Naraku? Get away from here before I purify your evil soul." My fists clenched, I felt a sudden cold as he studied me with his equally cold eyes. Shivers racked me, but I made my best attempt to stop them.
"What do you think I want, Kagome? What do I always want, always yearn for?" He watched me for my response. I met his gaze, knowing that my miko purity would pierce any attempt to get near me.
He advanced on me, arms extended toward me. "I will get what I want." I backed up, feet meeting the sandy riverbank. I tripped over a wet rock and fell on my back, still watching Naraku. He had closed the distance between us in the time it took me to fall, and was cutting my arm with his talons. I let out a cry and pushed him off, glancing at my arm. It had three long gashes on the bicep, each cut filled with something gooey and dark. What was going on?
I growled at Naraku then began to cough. Something was burning through my arm and seeping into me. I staggered into Naraku's powerful embrace.
I tried to escape, but he was too strong. What's wrong with me? I thought. I pushed away from him. He pushed me over with his bulk and pinned me underneath. I struggled. I felt my towel come off and the cold air wash over me. I heard Naraku chuckle deep in his throat. I wanted to murder him. I wished to wipe that grin off his face. I willed him harm.
His hand came over my stomach, slowly running over it. "If I cannot have Kikyo, her reincarnation will have to do." He moved his hand farther up onto my chest. I wanted to scream in suffering. He had drugged me. The son of a monkey gave me some paralysis drug. He massaged my chest. I whimpered. Help me, Inuyasha! I screamed internally. Please!
Naraku removed my necklace and placed it on himself. He then went back to me. I was losing my focus. I couldn't stay conscious. I fought. I could not let him keep touching me. But it was a fight I could not win. I felt my legs part and I fainted.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hmm, well that was a short chapter. What do you think so far? I'll check the reviews periodically, but if nobody's reading it then there's no point to keeping it up. So please review!
Sorry if this was a bit unhappy as well. It's really hard to make the story happy when Naraku has to appear, especially when he's playing the role of a pervert.
Naraku: Oh come on, you know I'm sexy.
Me: In someone's twisted mind, yes, yes you are. You are also perverted.
Naraku: Take that back.
Me: No way in my red chair.
Well, that's always special. Now that I've gotten myself all moody and depressed, I'll stop typing. R and R!
**bazooie