A.N. Man that took a long time. Oh yes, Queen Ace here, L.A.B. andI have er some issues to sort out...actually since eighth grade started...there has been not enough time to work on the story and there has been er guy issues...in any case, please enjoy the chapter as a Christmas surprise!
Dedictated to Queen Ace's Uncle Howson, for the BOSO storyline
Inuyasha Fanfiction
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BOSO
By: The Chocolate Youth
Chapter 2
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed…
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed…
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need…
I say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed…
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance…
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance…
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give…
And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live…
-From the song, "The Rose"
Abandoned Lot in Yokohama 7:00 P.M.
The shadows stretched as the sun set. Soon all that could be seen was a lone shadow. A second shadow appeared over the hunched one. The only acknowledgement the first shadow gave the second was by turning his back. It was obvious the first shadow was in deep thought.
"When the thorns draw blood Inuyasha, when the thorns draw blood," the voice was soft and rich with a foreign accent, coming from the second shadow. Inuyasha ignored him. He growled softly as he realized what the man had said. He whipped around quickly but stopped short as he let out a hiss and clutched his side.
The sun was setting quickly now and Inuyasha gave the man a warning glance. The man merely shrugged his shoulders and sat on an rusty oil can, not before placing Inuyasha's leather jacket over it. Inuyasha waited silently. He wasn't so hunched anymore, and the hand that clutched his side fell to his side. The silence surrounding the lot was painfully tense.
There was a pulse and the shadows were almost gone, replaced by darkness. Inuyasha looked up and his pupils grew and turned darker. An imaginary breeze picked up his hair as the silver bled into black. His triangular ears slid down and were replaced with human ears. Finally his claws shrank, and were no longer threatening. He smirked, and flashed shorter canines. The transformation was complete. Inuyasha looked up at the sky and saw no moon, heard no shifting gravel, smelled no stink of cologne. He glanced sideways at the awed human and promptly collapsed, unconscious.
"Always pushed your limits," the stranger said quietly, crouching down to heft the wounded hanyou up. He grabbed an arm and slowly stood up to drag him towards the awaiting car. He laid him sideways in the back and turned back to the oil can where the jacket lay. He picked it up and looked out towards the horizon where he saw the dust rising, meaning only one thing. "They're coming back," He stated quietly to himself. He had to get to the garage before them. He walked briskly to his car and started the engine. There was no time to waste.
"Mama? What's wrong mama? You look so sad," a tiny hand wiped the tears coming from the woman's eyes. She could not look at the young boy's face. She had to be strong, he was only seven.
"I'm sorry Inuyasha, I'm so sorry," She choked. Inuyasha was terrified. His mother never cried in front of him. He didn't understand what was wrong. He wiped his mother's brow. She shook her head. "You have to run Inuyasha! Do you understand?" Inuyasha shook his head stubbornly.
"I can't leave you mama! What is going on? And why did papa suddenly go to sleep? He won't wake up!" Inuyasha shouted and balled his hands into fists. His mother and father were acting strangely. His mother again shook her head.
"Someday,…someday you will understand. But you must listen to your mother. Please do this for me," Inuyasha's mother silently begged that her son would listen. Inuyasha stamped his feet and crossed his arms. He looked ready to throw a fit. She tried one last thing. "I promise that I will follow you, you cannot come back here though, I will come as soon as I can, just run Inuyasha, please!" She sobbed knowing that she could no longer protect him. Inuyasha hesitated, his mother would never lie. He nodded carefully. She hugged him one last time before staring him in the face. She smiled faintly as she memorized his scowling face. "Be good Inuyasha. Be strong. Be brave. Now," she whispered quietly, incase he was close. "Run, and hide and please remember me in your dreams."
She kissed his forehead softly, and Inuyasha tried not to wince as he smelt the salty tears running down his mother's face. She leaned back and wiped her tears. She straightened he kimono and smoothed Inuyasha's ruffled bangs. Inuyasha was puzzled but did not question. He started as he heard a noise down in the far wing. He looked at his mother, frightened. She looked at him sternly and told him to run with her eyes. He nodded slowly and turned to the screen door. He glanced back and asked innocently, "You'll come back right mama?" His mother hesitated, not wanting to lie.
"Go now Inuyasha," she ordered, avoiding the question. He turned and left swiftly. He took turns opposite of the approaching noise, carefully going in the direction of the garden. He stopped at the large bush his mother's favorite flower. He dove in and crouched.
He seemed to wait for hours, but his mother did not come. He eventually fell asleep and when he woke, it was dark. He looked around, not registering his location. He quietly slipped back into the castle and sprinted to his mother's rooms. He cautiously opened the sliding door, and was confronted by a horrifying site. His mother was sprawled on the floor and she was not moving. The room was a mess, the furnishings casually tossed about. Even parts of his mother's beautiful silk kimono lay scattered. Inuyasha took it all in, and ran to his mother's broken body.
"Mama? Wake up," he said timidly reaching out to shake his mother. She was so cold. He sat there a little while and slowly lay down. He curled up next to her and took her hand. He looked up and saw his mother's beautiful pale face streaked with tears. He pushed himself up and started licking the tears away. He soon felt his own tears running down his face, splashing down on the cleaned skin. He stopped suddenly and sniffed. There was an unknown scent that permeated the air. He smelled it all over his mother as well. His hackles rose and he growled as he sniffed. It was an unpleasant scent, of evil and burnt skin. This scent belonged to the bastard who did this to his mother! He realized that he could not trace it anymore so he sat next to his mother again.
He looked down at his mother's beautiful face. He reached down and picked up his mother's arm to lay across his shoulders and started to walk. He walked down the quiet hallways and did not acknowledge the dead bodies of the servants. He first walked to his father's room and found that he still had not woken. He moved on. He was seething, his brother was not there to help. His father could not help. He was truly alone. He reached the front door and without looking back, walked on.
Nobody would help him, and so he had to bury his mother himself. He dug for a day and buried her beneath a sakura tree. He was so exhausted at this point that he soon fell asleep, guarding the grave. He awoke when some nearby farmers drove him out, fearing that he would try attack their village. And so he left. He walked and walked forever it seemed, but he did not stop. He was helpless, and alone…
Inuyasha's eyes slowly drifted open. Where was he? He turned his head slightly and saw a head of thick curly hair. He tried to sit up but he was in too much pain. He stopped his efforts and laid back down. The hair on his bed started shifting and the person slowly started waking up. The person stretched and yawned before blinking open with surprise.
"Inuyasha! You're awake! We…so worried!" The Japanese was broken, and the woman still had a slight accent. "Hold on…I get Viche-san!" The woman ran out of the room.
So…Thought Inuyasha. Where am I again? He tilted his head slightly to take in his surroundings. Oh, it must be the back room of Venus. I don't understand why Viche likes it here. The girls are all so loose. But you met her in a place like this, a voice in his head chided him.
"No! I am not going to think about her! She's a traitor! She played me, used me!"
"Not to mention that you hate her and she's a bitch, and so on and so forth. You screamed only a million times. Get over her Inuyasha. She used you, end of story. Now move on." A voice called out. Inuyasha whipped his head towards the voice but immediately regretted it. A flash of pain, and Inuyasha was seeing stars. The owner of the lecturing voice rushed over.
"Hey buddy, take it easy. Inuyasha! C'mon this isn't funny anymore!" The voice grew louder with alarm. "Constance I need you back here! Inuyasha passed out again!" There was a shuffling of feet, then soothing darkness.
--flashback--
"Man, take a look at that chick, Inuyasha!" a drunk demon chided. "Look at her shake that thing, they get more innocent looking I swear!" Inuyasha was busy finishing off his last beer. He looked up and saw flashing lights that hurt his eyes. He blinked and looked again, he was captured by this beauty. She swayed slowly then got faster ad faster, spinning and twirling with her long hair flying. Her eyes were closed as if she was in her own world. Inuyasha could see her sadness. He was awed. He went to her room after she left the platform. She was cold and detached and she was furious by his arrogant attitude, it only drew him in further. He wanted her.
Kikyo…
--end flashback--
It was foggy and dark. Inuyasha felt like he had cotton in his mouth. He was worn and tired and had deep gashes on his forehead and abdomen. He was also a helpless human now. He wanted to get up. He shook off the sleep and fatigue and raised up slowly. Still in the back rooms. It smells nice Inuyasha thought. Smells so bright, so innocent? Inuyasha looked around and realized it was probably a dancer's or waitress room. He spotted a discarded bra near a chair. Pink with ruffles. He chuckled to himself and edged over to it and picked it up by his fingers. He looked around and took a whiff. It smelled sweet.
"Pervert! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" A feminine voice cried. Inuyasha winced and dropped the bra. There were short quick steps approaching him. Inuyasha got an innocent face plastered on before turning around slowly. Boy was there hell to pay.
"YOU!" They simultaneously cried.
A.N.
Queen Ace: Damn! Never could get past here. sweatdrop I read over the chapters and I seemed to miscaculate the times and such. This is what you get when you try to rush the due date. How very irking!
Queen Ace: Don't ya'll just love the holidays?
L.A.B. Holidays are money suckers!
Queen Ace: I wonder if my aunty will let me have a glass of champaign this year.
L.A.B. In your dreams!
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To Rumiko Takahashi: well for Inuyasha basically.
To Icefyre: for allowing us to borrow her summary idea.
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