~Okay. I was in a great mood, but it just flew out the window.
I'm not going to get angry. I'm not trying to be mean.
But kagome-1300…
You're starting to grate my nerves.
First of all, I have it clearly stated in the summary, which you should read before you even start to read the story, that there will be YAOI in THIS STORY. Understand? If you don't like it, why are you reading it? Why are your friends reading it? I don't know.
Second, in case you haven't noticed, I'm just setting the basis for the future. Kagome hasn't hopped back into the story yet. And Koga and Inuyasha… they are just friends now. Try reading the entire chapter. Notice in chapter six…
'…sometimes, when a heterosexual mating bond doesn't work out. . . Either one of the pair, me in this case, could try out a mate of the same sex…'
Did this slip right past you? Inuyasha is going through this, and Koga just happened to be the most available. Besides, you should be happy I put him with Koga. It was either him or Sesshoumaru, and I don't write incest.
So before you go off saying that someone's story is bad just because they're writing something you don't like, try to use common sense and, ano, let's see….
Don't read it?
I'm done ranting now. I just had to get that out of my system. It's getting really annoying. I'll write the next chapter now.~
End of Days
By Alpha Parvani
I typed away rapidly on my laptop, ignoring everything that went on around me as my memories were poured out into writing. My new family came and went all day as I sat in the same spot for hours…
I was totally thrown off by the new noise that came when I was alone.
The noise of a window breaking.
The noise of the window right next to me breaking.
My ears twitched and I was instantly on the floor, my laptop shoved under the couch. Glass shards fell all around me, creating their own little chorus. I bared my fangs and got to my feet carefully. There appeared to be no one there…
Something moved to my left, heading up the stairs. I snarled and lunged after it. It ran silently, and was extremely well hidden. I reached the top of the stairs and looked down the hall that led to my bedroom.
Nothing.
In fact, there was no scent what so ever.
It was then that I realized who it was.
I knew only one person who could make it seem like they had no scent.
I dashed down the hallway to my bedroom and grabbed the Tetsusaiga before going down the hall towards Miroku and Sango's bedroom. I watched all the shadows and corners as I went.
A creak. I whipped around in time to see a shadow flit into my room. I growled deep in my chest. 'How the hell did he manage that?' I went back, silent as possible. My room was oddly dark, the blinds closed and the lights off. I glanced around warily, my ability to see in the dark helping greatly.
There it was. A sense of total nothing. No scent, no youki, nothing. The only fault of being able to make everything about you into nothing, was that youkai and hanyou always knew you were there, because it was a spot of pure nothingness.
I snarled and lunged forward, ignoring the returned growl and the temporary sharp pain of a sword slicing my arm. There was a surprised grunt as I grabbed my opponent by the neck and pushed him against the wall. He was small, just a couple inches shy of four feet tall, and very slender. I set the Testusaiga on the desk next to me and reached a bit further, turning on the light.
My eyes adjusted… bringing into focus the small form and features of my son. Shiro looked at me coldly, his eyes emotionless as well as his face. I sniffed the air, smelling the miasma and jaki of Naraku all around him. Shiro was under tha bastard of a hanyou's control, his mind blank to almost everything. Shiro was wickedly intelligent, devious and clever.
I loosened my grip slightly. A small smirk appeared on his face. "Still can't bring yourself to hurt me, Chichi-ue?" I flinched slightly. He laughed sharply. "No, of course not. You're still too soft. You've only been awake for… how long? Ten years? Eleven?" I growled softly. "Ten, soku." He nodded, mocking me.
"How many am I up to, Chichi-ue?" I shuddered. "Two hundred and seventy-four." Shiro nodded again, a small light in his eyes. "Including the twenty-five from yesterday?" I bowed my head and nodded.
Surprise went through my as I was kicked back. I stumbled and barely caught my bearings. Shiro stood in my doorway, where the light barely reached. His chestnut colored eyes flashed at me. I watched him warily.
"Aren't you proud of me, Chichi-ue? You always wanted me to make a name for myself."
I shuddered.
He was gone.
Slowly, I got to my feet and made my way downstairs. I pulled my laptop out from under the couch and looked at the window. The curtains danced in the breeze. I sighed, sat down, and opened up the little PC.
Shiro always came to visit after a murder, or a massacre. We kept count as to how many he had killed, our only connection as Father and Son. He always mocked me…
Because he knew…
I can never bring myself to kill my son.
Not even out of mercy.
~I love writing this story. ^_^ R&R!
~Alpha Parvani