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Inuyasha gasped, staring in horror at the sight around him. The clearing of trees was covered in a dense fog and surrounded by vines of all lengths and sizes. They stretched around the entire clearing, hanging onto the trees and writing on the floor as if they were alive. Where groups clustered in the branches high above, bodies hung. Many were skeletons, left from long ages before, corpses, with what was left of the flesh hanging on in small patches where birds couldn't reach, and bodies dead from only hours ago. The stench of death and decay lay about the place heavily, filling the air with vile cascades of scents that made his stomach reel. Lifeless eyes stared at him in warning, begging him to leave before it was too late. Inuyasha turned his head upwards, to find Kagome's limp form hanging up above him. For a moment she seemed dead, but the faint rising of her chest, struggling against the vines which bound her, gave him hope. Kagome was wrapped tightly in a cocoon of vines that were squeezing the life out of her. Bruises appeared through numerous tears in her clothing.
"Hello, Inuyasha," a voice called from within the mists. "I have been expecting you for a long time now."
Inuyasha turned, to find himself face to face with an old wrinkled man. He wore his straggly gray hair down, falling over his frail shoulders. He wore a simple orange kimono, stained with blood.
"I suppose it is cruel to leave you here without an explanation," the man continued. "I am Yatsuran Katsuma, guardian of the Bereavement Vines. I have been here hundreds of years, saving the lives of some, while taking away the lives of just as many. For wherein our conscious lay the deeds of many we wish were naught but simple dreams upon which we shall fly away. The choice of life and death is granted to few. So choose carefully, for if you find you regret your choice, there will not be a second chance."
"What do you mean 'choose carefully'?" Inuyasha growled at the man. "I only see one choice, and an easy one at that! So what choice do you mean to take, old man?" he cracked his claws as if to signify that he was not to be crossed.
"Ah, but you see there more than the choice that meets your eye, for as a flower grows in beauty, another one's life is taken in its place. Look above to the trees once again to find the answer you seek. All of which you ask shall be presented before you, but in the end the final choice is only yours."
Inuyasha turned his head upwards, once again, towards the canopy of bodies. Behind Kagome's form something moved. A large, vine entangled shaped pushed forwards from behind. As it drew nearer, he recognized what it was. Kikyou. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Dum, dum, DUUUUUMMM!! What will happen? Who will Inuyasha choose? Why am I asking you all these questions? Please review!
I don't own 'em. Wish I did.
Inuyasha gasped, staring in horror at the sight around him. The clearing of trees was covered in a dense fog and surrounded by vines of all lengths and sizes. They stretched around the entire clearing, hanging onto the trees and writing on the floor as if they were alive. Where groups clustered in the branches high above, bodies hung. Many were skeletons, left from long ages before, corpses, with what was left of the flesh hanging on in small patches where birds couldn't reach, and bodies dead from only hours ago. The stench of death and decay lay about the place heavily, filling the air with vile cascades of scents that made his stomach reel. Lifeless eyes stared at him in warning, begging him to leave before it was too late. Inuyasha turned his head upwards, to find Kagome's limp form hanging up above him. For a moment she seemed dead, but the faint rising of her chest, struggling against the vines which bound her, gave him hope. Kagome was wrapped tightly in a cocoon of vines that were squeezing the life out of her. Bruises appeared through numerous tears in her clothing.
"Hello, Inuyasha," a voice called from within the mists. "I have been expecting you for a long time now."
Inuyasha turned, to find himself face to face with an old wrinkled man. He wore his straggly gray hair down, falling over his frail shoulders. He wore a simple orange kimono, stained with blood.
"I suppose it is cruel to leave you here without an explanation," the man continued. "I am Yatsuran Katsuma, guardian of the Bereavement Vines. I have been here hundreds of years, saving the lives of some, while taking away the lives of just as many. For wherein our conscious lay the deeds of many we wish were naught but simple dreams upon which we shall fly away. The choice of life and death is granted to few. So choose carefully, for if you find you regret your choice, there will not be a second chance."
"What do you mean 'choose carefully'?" Inuyasha growled at the man. "I only see one choice, and an easy one at that! So what choice do you mean to take, old man?" he cracked his claws as if to signify that he was not to be crossed.
"Ah, but you see there more than the choice that meets your eye, for as a flower grows in beauty, another one's life is taken in its place. Look above to the trees once again to find the answer you seek. All of which you ask shall be presented before you, but in the end the final choice is only yours."
Inuyasha turned his head upwards, once again, towards the canopy of bodies. Behind Kagome's form something moved. A large, vine entangled shaped pushed forwards from behind. As it drew nearer, he recognized what it was. Kikyou. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Dum, dum, DUUUUUMMM!! What will happen? Who will Inuyasha choose? Why am I asking you all these questions? Please review!