Inuyasha Fanfiction:
Genre: Action/Adventure/AU
Rating: PG-13 (will go up)
Title: Blood Flows Crimson on the Sword of Death
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, his friends, enemies, or any other
characters in the show/comic. But... I wish I did *sniff*
I am co-writing this with my friend, Psycho Dahlia. I hope you enjoy ^_^
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A slight breeze caught a long black leather trench coat, stirring it a little. Its owner standing perfectly still. Dark sunglasses shaded his eyes from the outside world. No one caught the lust in his perfectly cold golden eyes. His lust was for blood. He had gone for too long without killing. His coat was open, exposing bare chest, black leather pants covered him to his black boots. A sword on his waist, and black leather gloves masked his hands.
There were no markings on his face, at least none that could be detected by looking even right next to his skin. Silver hair floated in the soft breeze. He pulled it back in a loose ponytail to keep it in order. He smirked and a sharp canine was shown. He definitely wasn't human. He had survived for over five hundred years and had not killed a human in the last hundred years. He was way over due.
Strolling out onto the streets of Tokyo he found his first victim. A healthy young man with his whole life ahead of him. Silently, he stalked him. A predatory smile crossed his features, showing that fang again. The young man headed into a building, and still followed. Glancing nervously behind him and the foreboding figure tracing his steps, he stepped into the stair well. Halfway up the first flight of stairs he stopped, a sword had found its way through his chest. Blood started to pool around the wound, and trickled a little out of his mouth.
The sword left the flesh as quickly as it had entered, though now covered almost completely by the crimson liquid needed by all to survive. A sadistic smirk crossed the murderers face as he placed his tongue on the base of the blade, licking up the warm blood. He then proceeded up the stairs to the next floor up and rode the elevator down, his sword carefully hidden. No need to become a suspect in this crime.
~~**~~ two hours later
News Reporter: there have been reports of nearly a dozen murders in a ten- mile radius of the heart of Tokyo. The police are requesting that everyone stay inside or not to go anywhere by yourself. *Pauses* I just got a new report, two more found dead in a back alley!
~~**~~ not caring
Sesshoumaru walked silently into the bar, the Black Pearl. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light. He stalked to a bar stool and sat down. The barkeep slunk over to him, "what'dya want?"
"Bloody Mary... and Whiskey", he replied in a low rumble. He leaned on the counter, elbows under his forearms. His long fingers intertwined and chin resting on them. Sharp eyes ready to detect any kind of sudden movement towards him.
A glass filled with red liquid and an ice cube was set a little roughly on the counter in front of him. The whiskey right next to it. Moving one hand, he picked up the whiskey and drained the glass in one gulp. He then grabbed the Bloody Mary and drank half in one swallow.
"Man, Bloody Mary while these killin's goin' on?" the barkeep shook his head with a chuckle "you not scared if you gonna be the next one 'eh?"
"I have no intention of getting killed, no." Sesshoumaru replied coldly.
"Hey, I'm just sayin' its kinda like almost jinxin' yer'self..." he grinned.
"I don't think I will." He retorted. He drank the rest of the Bloody Mary and stood up. He placed some money on the counter and turned to leave. The black trench coat swaying a little, the shiny steel of the sword hidden under it shone for a second. Then became invisible again.
As he left the barkeep eyed him suspiciously. He 'd seen the shine on the sword, and didn't trust it. Something about the tall man all in black just didn't sit well with him. Against his better judgment he just shrugged it off. He had paid him extra for the drinks and didn't stay long enough to get change. He pocketed the change and just took it as a tip.
Sesshoumaru walked through an apartment building to an alleyway. He silently stepped into a shadow as he heard light footsteps coming near him. A predatory smile crept onto his face.
A young woman was almost running as she passed Sesshoumaru's hiding place. His sword lashed out right in front of her face. She pause and opened her mouth to scream, but before she could a strong hand covered it totally muffling her voice. Tears welled in her eyes making them sparkle. They fell from her eyes dampening her face as the sword ripped her flesh. Blood dripped down from her fatal wound onto the hem of Sesshoumaru's coat. It pooled on the ground under her shaking body. Blood came from her mouth and her eyes were wide and wet. Her grip on Sesshoumaru's hand lessened and then disappeared.
Sesshoumaru laid her down gently and pulled out a small dagger. He carefully cut through her shirt and through her stomach. His hands reached inside of her and pulled out her intestine spreading it out along the ground around her. He then pulled out her stomach and placed it above her head. He looked up to the sky as it started to rain. The Gods were being kind to him. Washing away all evidence of him being there. Any lingering fingerprints or shoeprints would either get washed away entirely or get too smudged to be recognized.
Sesshoumaru stood up. He looked down at the body and smiled. This was fun, he was having a ball. Sesshoumaru walked the rest of the way to his rented apartment in the cold rain. He climbed the stairs to the second floor and walked to his apartment. Opening the door, he sensed something inside... no someone. Eyes darted around in the darkness of his living room, the stopped on a familiar form sitting on his couch.
"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly. Eyes narrowed at the intruder.
"You mean I'm not welcome here?" came a boyish voice, "Ohh well... I don't really care if I'm not..."
"I noticed... now leave." Sesshoumaru replied.
Stirring from his seat on the couch, Inuyasha stood up. He too was clad all in black, though he wore baggy pants, a plain t-shirt, sneakers, and a baseball cap. Just the same silvery hair as Sesshoumaru's hid golden eyes. Smirking at his older brother he walked to the kitchen. "You know what, I'm hungry... so I think I'll eat before I leave." He called out to Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru sighed. He didn't feel like quarreling with the hanyou at the moment... it would ruin his good mood. So he just resigned to letting him do what he willed. Instead he sat down in a chair, took off his shades and pulled out his sword. It glistened a dull crimson red from the weak light of the fridge.
Inuyasha closed the fridge and walked back into the living room. He turned on a lamp to see his food and noticed the sword. "I thought that was you they were talking about on TV. Man, you've been busy today haven't you?" he smirked at Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru ran his thumb over the blade "Yes I have..."
"So how many people did you really kill?" Inuyasha asked.
Sesshoumaru just stared into his blood stained sword, in a trance like state. His eyes cold and distant. "Thirteen, today..."
Inuyasha took a bite of cold pizza that Sesshoumaru got the night before. His eyes going from the steel sword in Sesshoumaru's hands to his chest. He smirked. He took another bite of pizza and thanked all the Gods that were that he was able to stay at his brothers for the night.
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Ok that's the First chapter I hope you like it ^_^
I am co-writing this with my friend, Psycho Dahlia. I hope you enjoy ^_^
~~**~~**~~
A slight breeze caught a long black leather trench coat, stirring it a little. Its owner standing perfectly still. Dark sunglasses shaded his eyes from the outside world. No one caught the lust in his perfectly cold golden eyes. His lust was for blood. He had gone for too long without killing. His coat was open, exposing bare chest, black leather pants covered him to his black boots. A sword on his waist, and black leather gloves masked his hands.
There were no markings on his face, at least none that could be detected by looking even right next to his skin. Silver hair floated in the soft breeze. He pulled it back in a loose ponytail to keep it in order. He smirked and a sharp canine was shown. He definitely wasn't human. He had survived for over five hundred years and had not killed a human in the last hundred years. He was way over due.
Strolling out onto the streets of Tokyo he found his first victim. A healthy young man with his whole life ahead of him. Silently, he stalked him. A predatory smile crossed his features, showing that fang again. The young man headed into a building, and still followed. Glancing nervously behind him and the foreboding figure tracing his steps, he stepped into the stair well. Halfway up the first flight of stairs he stopped, a sword had found its way through his chest. Blood started to pool around the wound, and trickled a little out of his mouth.
The sword left the flesh as quickly as it had entered, though now covered almost completely by the crimson liquid needed by all to survive. A sadistic smirk crossed the murderers face as he placed his tongue on the base of the blade, licking up the warm blood. He then proceeded up the stairs to the next floor up and rode the elevator down, his sword carefully hidden. No need to become a suspect in this crime.
~~**~~ two hours later
News Reporter: there have been reports of nearly a dozen murders in a ten- mile radius of the heart of Tokyo. The police are requesting that everyone stay inside or not to go anywhere by yourself. *Pauses* I just got a new report, two more found dead in a back alley!
~~**~~ not caring
Sesshoumaru walked silently into the bar, the Black Pearl. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light. He stalked to a bar stool and sat down. The barkeep slunk over to him, "what'dya want?"
"Bloody Mary... and Whiskey", he replied in a low rumble. He leaned on the counter, elbows under his forearms. His long fingers intertwined and chin resting on them. Sharp eyes ready to detect any kind of sudden movement towards him.
A glass filled with red liquid and an ice cube was set a little roughly on the counter in front of him. The whiskey right next to it. Moving one hand, he picked up the whiskey and drained the glass in one gulp. He then grabbed the Bloody Mary and drank half in one swallow.
"Man, Bloody Mary while these killin's goin' on?" the barkeep shook his head with a chuckle "you not scared if you gonna be the next one 'eh?"
"I have no intention of getting killed, no." Sesshoumaru replied coldly.
"Hey, I'm just sayin' its kinda like almost jinxin' yer'self..." he grinned.
"I don't think I will." He retorted. He drank the rest of the Bloody Mary and stood up. He placed some money on the counter and turned to leave. The black trench coat swaying a little, the shiny steel of the sword hidden under it shone for a second. Then became invisible again.
As he left the barkeep eyed him suspiciously. He 'd seen the shine on the sword, and didn't trust it. Something about the tall man all in black just didn't sit well with him. Against his better judgment he just shrugged it off. He had paid him extra for the drinks and didn't stay long enough to get change. He pocketed the change and just took it as a tip.
Sesshoumaru walked through an apartment building to an alleyway. He silently stepped into a shadow as he heard light footsteps coming near him. A predatory smile crept onto his face.
A young woman was almost running as she passed Sesshoumaru's hiding place. His sword lashed out right in front of her face. She pause and opened her mouth to scream, but before she could a strong hand covered it totally muffling her voice. Tears welled in her eyes making them sparkle. They fell from her eyes dampening her face as the sword ripped her flesh. Blood dripped down from her fatal wound onto the hem of Sesshoumaru's coat. It pooled on the ground under her shaking body. Blood came from her mouth and her eyes were wide and wet. Her grip on Sesshoumaru's hand lessened and then disappeared.
Sesshoumaru laid her down gently and pulled out a small dagger. He carefully cut through her shirt and through her stomach. His hands reached inside of her and pulled out her intestine spreading it out along the ground around her. He then pulled out her stomach and placed it above her head. He looked up to the sky as it started to rain. The Gods were being kind to him. Washing away all evidence of him being there. Any lingering fingerprints or shoeprints would either get washed away entirely or get too smudged to be recognized.
Sesshoumaru stood up. He looked down at the body and smiled. This was fun, he was having a ball. Sesshoumaru walked the rest of the way to his rented apartment in the cold rain. He climbed the stairs to the second floor and walked to his apartment. Opening the door, he sensed something inside... no someone. Eyes darted around in the darkness of his living room, the stopped on a familiar form sitting on his couch.
"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly. Eyes narrowed at the intruder.
"You mean I'm not welcome here?" came a boyish voice, "Ohh well... I don't really care if I'm not..."
"I noticed... now leave." Sesshoumaru replied.
Stirring from his seat on the couch, Inuyasha stood up. He too was clad all in black, though he wore baggy pants, a plain t-shirt, sneakers, and a baseball cap. Just the same silvery hair as Sesshoumaru's hid golden eyes. Smirking at his older brother he walked to the kitchen. "You know what, I'm hungry... so I think I'll eat before I leave." He called out to Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru sighed. He didn't feel like quarreling with the hanyou at the moment... it would ruin his good mood. So he just resigned to letting him do what he willed. Instead he sat down in a chair, took off his shades and pulled out his sword. It glistened a dull crimson red from the weak light of the fridge.
Inuyasha closed the fridge and walked back into the living room. He turned on a lamp to see his food and noticed the sword. "I thought that was you they were talking about on TV. Man, you've been busy today haven't you?" he smirked at Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru ran his thumb over the blade "Yes I have..."
"So how many people did you really kill?" Inuyasha asked.
Sesshoumaru just stared into his blood stained sword, in a trance like state. His eyes cold and distant. "Thirteen, today..."
Inuyasha took a bite of cold pizza that Sesshoumaru got the night before. His eyes going from the steel sword in Sesshoumaru's hands to his chest. He smirked. He took another bite of pizza and thanked all the Gods that were that he was able to stay at his brothers for the night.
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Ok that's the First chapter I hope you like it ^_^