Chapter 1 –
The Muse
Inu Yasha walked around town, wandering, and waiting. The buildings all looked the same from every angle. Window, door, window, door, the pattern was endless. Nothing inspired him anymore, the beauty of nature no longer appealed to his eyes. The body of a woman no longer made him think and most of all, he could no longer paint.
Being half mortal, half demon – Inu Yasha had the gift of art from a young age. Painting anything he saw and bringing them to life through his paintings. Many times he has painted women but, never succeeded in capturing the real emotion and beauty of any of them. Some years ago, Inu Yasha fell in love with a young maiden named Kikyou. She was his muse for many paintings; she had inspired him to do more than he could ever do.
Their emotions for each other grew with every painting. However, one day, it all stopped. Inu Yasha walked into his studio, only to find Kikyou in the arms of another man. Today was that day, he couldn't stand standing there –looking at her as she stared back at him, in the arms of another man. Unable to control his anger, Inu Yasha smashed every painting he ever did of Kikyou. After this, he left his studio and threw her the keys.
As one of the most well known artists in England, Inu Yasha had money by the barrel load; the studio was only an object in which he held his paintings. There were plenty of those for him, however a muse was hard to find. Inspiration had to come at the right time, in the right place for it to become a masterpiece.
Inu Yasha, not only had talent but education. Studying under some of the most world renowned artists and painters, he grasped the concept of art at a very young age. Now he entered the prime time in his life and a time where he needed to chose a wife. However, no matter where he went, women no longer appealed to him. Beauty was illusive to his eyes.
The rain started to pour down as Inu Yasha walked through the streets of England. Suddenly he stopped, and looked down at a large puddle in front of him. Bending down he looked at his reflection in the dirty water. His bright amber eyes shone out from his face and greatly contrasted his silver white hair. Many women had called him handsome and a cutie, but he never saw the attraction they had to him. Behind the silver hair was a pair of small white ears, twitching as the rain hit them.
The shuffle of clothing caught his attention and made him spring to his feet and reach for his sword – hidden under his clothes. A young maiden was slowly walking through the rain, under piles upon piles of drenched clothing, as is she was pushed into a river. The girl looked up and stared Inu Yasha in the eyes from afar. Then he felt it, the pounding of his heart against his chest, the inspiration rushing to his brain.
Her beauty, so pure, so mystifying. He thought to himself as he loosened his grip on his sword. The girl looked down again and continued to walk in Inu Yasha's direction. Gathering up his courage, Inu Yasha slowly walked forwards in hope of being able to talk to her. However before a word was said the young girl fell to the floor suddenly. Inu Yasha ran forwards and held her in his arms. The cloths over her head fell off revealing a head full of luscious black hair.
Taking a good look at the maiden, he realized her strange likeness to Kikyou, before she had changed. Her hair was messy, lifting his hand; Inu Yasha brushed aside some hair from her face.
"Such beauty." He whispered to himself as he held onto the girl, as if she was a precious painting. Before he could control his emotions and movements, Inu Yasha picked the girl up in his arms and carried her off to the nearest tavern he could find.
Lady Sango sat behind the bar and continued to clean her cups as she considered whether or not to close the doors. The rain was too hard and no one would come drinking- which means no business and a waste of her good money to keep it open. Placing the glass down, Sango walked towards the door and placed her hands on the knob. Before reaching for the lock, the door swung open and knocked her back. In front of Sango stood a silver haired boy with a young maiden in his arms.
"I need a room, and some hot water." He demanded as he walked in, kicking the door shut behind him. Sango stood, stunned for a second before running off and fetching a key.
"Would you like a one bed or two bed sir?" She called from behind the counter. Before even thinking, Inu Yasha called out.
"One."
Sango quickly picked off a key and ran up the stairs, with the soaking wet boy behind her. Leading him down multiple well heated corridors, she came to a small door and opened it with the key. Inside, at the very centre of the room sat a four post queen size bed. The room was very well furnished and decorated with great taste. As Sango stood at the door, she watched as the boy placed the young girl on the bed with immense care and extreme gentility. He quickly turned and gave Sango a smile.
This was the first time she saw his face clearly. He was a handsome boy, but not of her taste. However his face looked familiar – someone she'd seen before. Snapping herself out of her daze, she handed him the key and wished him and his young girl a good night. As Sango closed the door, she thought for another moment about the boy and walked down to the counter to lock up.
Inside, Inu Yasha walked around, wandering what to do with the girl. He couldn't let her die, he couldn't think of how to save her either. Remembering what Kikyou had once told him, he rushed over to the bed and started to peel away the girl's clothes. Taking off layer after layer, he finally reached her clothes. Throwing the cloths aside he gently began to unbutton her shit, exposing her undergarments (which he was very glad that she wore, knowing some of the women he did –who didn't). She was a nicely formed girl, with long legs and a stunning figure. Slowly lifting her up, he placed her under the covers and covered her up to her chin.
Inu Yasha took off his over coat and sat down in a chair beside the girl, staring at her. Placing his sword beside him, he stared the girl in the face. Her face was thin, but nicely formed with matching nose and eyes. It was her lips that made her the beauty she was, the thick yet thin lips stood out from her face and made her shine.
Inu Yasha leaned in closer to brush away some hair from her face. Leaning in closer, he felt her warm breath on his face, and his nose caught onto a scent – an alluring scent, that seemed to eradicate from her body naturally. The scent soon made him feel somewhat dizzy and before he knew what he was doing, he leaned in and kissed the stranger on the lips.
The Muse
Inu Yasha walked around town, wandering, and waiting. The buildings all looked the same from every angle. Window, door, window, door, the pattern was endless. Nothing inspired him anymore, the beauty of nature no longer appealed to his eyes. The body of a woman no longer made him think and most of all, he could no longer paint.
Being half mortal, half demon – Inu Yasha had the gift of art from a young age. Painting anything he saw and bringing them to life through his paintings. Many times he has painted women but, never succeeded in capturing the real emotion and beauty of any of them. Some years ago, Inu Yasha fell in love with a young maiden named Kikyou. She was his muse for many paintings; she had inspired him to do more than he could ever do.
Their emotions for each other grew with every painting. However, one day, it all stopped. Inu Yasha walked into his studio, only to find Kikyou in the arms of another man. Today was that day, he couldn't stand standing there –looking at her as she stared back at him, in the arms of another man. Unable to control his anger, Inu Yasha smashed every painting he ever did of Kikyou. After this, he left his studio and threw her the keys.
As one of the most well known artists in England, Inu Yasha had money by the barrel load; the studio was only an object in which he held his paintings. There were plenty of those for him, however a muse was hard to find. Inspiration had to come at the right time, in the right place for it to become a masterpiece.
Inu Yasha, not only had talent but education. Studying under some of the most world renowned artists and painters, he grasped the concept of art at a very young age. Now he entered the prime time in his life and a time where he needed to chose a wife. However, no matter where he went, women no longer appealed to him. Beauty was illusive to his eyes.
The rain started to pour down as Inu Yasha walked through the streets of England. Suddenly he stopped, and looked down at a large puddle in front of him. Bending down he looked at his reflection in the dirty water. His bright amber eyes shone out from his face and greatly contrasted his silver white hair. Many women had called him handsome and a cutie, but he never saw the attraction they had to him. Behind the silver hair was a pair of small white ears, twitching as the rain hit them.
The shuffle of clothing caught his attention and made him spring to his feet and reach for his sword – hidden under his clothes. A young maiden was slowly walking through the rain, under piles upon piles of drenched clothing, as is she was pushed into a river. The girl looked up and stared Inu Yasha in the eyes from afar. Then he felt it, the pounding of his heart against his chest, the inspiration rushing to his brain.
Her beauty, so pure, so mystifying. He thought to himself as he loosened his grip on his sword. The girl looked down again and continued to walk in Inu Yasha's direction. Gathering up his courage, Inu Yasha slowly walked forwards in hope of being able to talk to her. However before a word was said the young girl fell to the floor suddenly. Inu Yasha ran forwards and held her in his arms. The cloths over her head fell off revealing a head full of luscious black hair.
Taking a good look at the maiden, he realized her strange likeness to Kikyou, before she had changed. Her hair was messy, lifting his hand; Inu Yasha brushed aside some hair from her face.
"Such beauty." He whispered to himself as he held onto the girl, as if she was a precious painting. Before he could control his emotions and movements, Inu Yasha picked the girl up in his arms and carried her off to the nearest tavern he could find.
Lady Sango sat behind the bar and continued to clean her cups as she considered whether or not to close the doors. The rain was too hard and no one would come drinking- which means no business and a waste of her good money to keep it open. Placing the glass down, Sango walked towards the door and placed her hands on the knob. Before reaching for the lock, the door swung open and knocked her back. In front of Sango stood a silver haired boy with a young maiden in his arms.
"I need a room, and some hot water." He demanded as he walked in, kicking the door shut behind him. Sango stood, stunned for a second before running off and fetching a key.
"Would you like a one bed or two bed sir?" She called from behind the counter. Before even thinking, Inu Yasha called out.
"One."
Sango quickly picked off a key and ran up the stairs, with the soaking wet boy behind her. Leading him down multiple well heated corridors, she came to a small door and opened it with the key. Inside, at the very centre of the room sat a four post queen size bed. The room was very well furnished and decorated with great taste. As Sango stood at the door, she watched as the boy placed the young girl on the bed with immense care and extreme gentility. He quickly turned and gave Sango a smile.
This was the first time she saw his face clearly. He was a handsome boy, but not of her taste. However his face looked familiar – someone she'd seen before. Snapping herself out of her daze, she handed him the key and wished him and his young girl a good night. As Sango closed the door, she thought for another moment about the boy and walked down to the counter to lock up.
Inside, Inu Yasha walked around, wandering what to do with the girl. He couldn't let her die, he couldn't think of how to save her either. Remembering what Kikyou had once told him, he rushed over to the bed and started to peel away the girl's clothes. Taking off layer after layer, he finally reached her clothes. Throwing the cloths aside he gently began to unbutton her shit, exposing her undergarments (which he was very glad that she wore, knowing some of the women he did –who didn't). She was a nicely formed girl, with long legs and a stunning figure. Slowly lifting her up, he placed her under the covers and covered her up to her chin.
Inu Yasha took off his over coat and sat down in a chair beside the girl, staring at her. Placing his sword beside him, he stared the girl in the face. Her face was thin, but nicely formed with matching nose and eyes. It was her lips that made her the beauty she was, the thick yet thin lips stood out from her face and made her shine.
Inu Yasha leaned in closer to brush away some hair from her face. Leaning in closer, he felt her warm breath on his face, and his nose caught onto a scent – an alluring scent, that seemed to eradicate from her body naturally. The scent soon made him feel somewhat dizzy and before he knew what he was doing, he leaned in and kissed the stranger on the lips.
