(Author's note: I love this poem, though many of you may know it as a song, sung by Loreena McKennit. It is about the American Revolutionary War. This is just a one shot fic (that is 2 chapters long...)to get me refreshed so don't ask for any more chapters. Thanks for reading!) Disclaimer: I do not own the poem/song The Highwayman. It was written by Alfred Noyes in 1906, and sung by Loreena McKennit. I also do not own Inuyasha and related characters (no matter how many stars I wish on...) I am getting no profit off of this fic. It is purely for entertainment and a waste of your time... I mean fun. Oh and the poem's words are written like this: ((blah blah words blah more blah)) Authors notes are written like this: (Author's note: blah) Thank you and enjoy the fic.
--- Kagome stood in the darkness. She was blanketed with a fine wool coat. This was given to her by, well, we'll say "a friend." She glanced out the window into the foggy air. It was getting chillier by the days. The full moon was rather low in the sky, giving the world a ghostly look. It also laid out a path of moonlight on the cold ground. This path was surrounded by barren trees and looked very frightful. One might be wondering what a well cared for, landlord's daughter is doing in the middle of the night. She is waiting for something, or should I say, someone. She absently clutched to a lock of her long black hair and twirled it around her fingers. A distant sound of horseshoes on cobblestone could be heard and Kagome tensed. "Is it really you?" she asked the far off sound.
((The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.))
It was he, was it not? He looked the same. He has an expensive –yet dirty- French hat. He looked similar to a musketeer. Just like the British, he had lace sprouting from under his chin. This would give the impression that he was rich. This is a good disguise for the robber. He also had a reddish, purple, velvet coat and brown, kaki pants. His boots were well decorated and came up high on him. His horse was a dark chocolate brown with its coat shining in the moonlight. He was beautiful, even if his hair was an odd color, pure, natural silver. He rode up to the door with a cocky smirk on his face. Kagome giggled silently to her self. He always had a royal stance even if he was far from royal. He was gorgeous. She almost broke into a giggling fit at the thought of him and her other choice of words. 'I must keep silent until the signal.' Then she went back to her lost train of thought. 'Delicious, that is the word for you, my silver haired angel.' A sparkle caught her eye. 'So he has his rapier with him. That means that he has a job tonight. He promised that he would spend tonight with me.'
((He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doeskin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
His pistol butt a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.))
The silver haired "angel" clattered into the yard, past the stable, and up to the door. He strangely stayed on his horse and tapped on the door three times. Then he tapped his whip on the shutters once. This signaled that he had a job tonight. He whistled a soft tune to the cold air and turned at the first sound. A window on the second story opened revealing a girl with dark eyes and a pale face. She had long waving black hair. Kagome again tensed. She hated it when she heard that one knock on the shutters. It meant that he might not return the next night, that he had a job. She was still absently playing with her hair when she heard the tell tale tune. Poking her head out the window, she frowned as he walked his horse over. "I know you don't like it when I go on jobs but you don't need to tie knots in your hair because of me." "Do you have to go, Inuyasha?" she asked, ignoring his remark. "You are going to like this one, I promise," he said with his trademark smirk.
((Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot, into her long black hair.))
((And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter.
The landlord's red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-))
"It will be a cinch," Inuyasha continued. "Me, Sango, and Miroku have it all planned out."
"When can I expect you back?" Kagome questioned. She knew that that would be the worst part. He was not out of danger of getting caught until they stopped chasing him. That has once taken three days!
"If they give chase, then I will be back tomorrow night. If not, I will be here at sunrise."
Kagome smiled. That was good news. "I won't sleep while you are out there, you know that. Come back safe, my love."
"I would go through hell to get to you. If you are so worried, then look for me by the moonlight, my Kagome." Inuyasha replied. He has lost his smirk for a moment, understanding her seriousness.
(("One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."))Inuyasha rose up on the stirrups of the horse and raised his hand up to her window but he could not reach her. She was too far up. She also reached for him but stopped when she nearly fell out of the window.
"I wish you had met me at the door like usual," Inuyasha remarked. He was right in thinking that. With Kagome still in her room, they could not share their goodbye kiss. Instead of answering his remark, Kagome let her hair tumble out of the window. For a moment, he sighed as the warm smell of her perfume enveloped him and he ran his fingers through the ends of her silky hair. Then he sat back down and tipped his hat, then rode off toward the west. Kagome sat back down on the window seat and listened to the sound of horseshoes, but they stopped after a few steps.
Again she turned around to see his glistening gold eyes and silver hair. Her gave her a triumphant smirk and whispered words that sounded sweet to her ears. "Look for me by the moonlight. Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." Then he was off.
((He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the
west.))The sun rose, and yet there was no sign of him. This told Kagome that the people had chased him. She kept telling herself not to worry. Later in the day, around noon, Hojo came to talk to her.
"Did you hear the news, Ms Higurashi, about the robbery?" Hojo asked with hidden venom in his voice. "Someone stole from His Majesty's general, Kouga."
"Really, Hojo? At last we have some excitement around here. Did they give chase?" Kagome asked. She tried hard to hide the worry in her voice but it showed slightly. She hoped Hojo didn't hear it.
"Don't you worry, No one steals from a servant of the King and lives to tell about it. They will catch that rebel before you know it." Hojo said as he kept from clenching his teeth. 'If Kagome is worried about him, she must be punished. He is a robber and a rebel. I must stop him even if I must stop Kagome too.' "I mist go now, miss. Got some things I need to tend to. Good day." And with that said, Hojo marched off. Later that night, when the moon was just rising, Kagome stood by the closed window. She watched as the wind tossed around the leaves and saw the fog rise. Then she saw a shadow coming up the moonlit road. "It's him!" she cried softly to herself but her joy soon ended when a shadow came from behind him. It was followed by even more shadows. A troop came marching to the Inn.
((He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.))
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