Inuyasha - Fuedal Saga
By: AcidFox
Disclaimers: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of Rumiko Takahashi's characters. The only ones that I own are the ones I have created.
-I appologize for spelling errors. I will have this fixed once I get my spellchecker and microsoft word working again.-
Prologue:
There was a certain calm, within the silent room. One which isn't easily described, but just a subdued calmness, almost comforting, kind of silence one only gets confined in ones own home. That was how the young girl felt as she pressed her palms againts the steaming windows. They left an imprint on the class, a clear area in the shape of her small fragile handprint. Her pudgy muscles in her cheeks turned upward to form a smile, a toothy grin with only a front tooth missing on the left. Her ravenous hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, which was messily placed on her head from evident tries to pull it out. She put her face up to the window again, and this time tried to write a message with her fingers.
Strong arms surrounded her, like the silence that currently engulfed her. She took one last look at the pools of rain forming at the bottom of the window, from the streams that dripped from above as the rain hit the clear glass. She sighed in protest, breaking the silence as an ocean wave breaks to the sand. The older woman smiled, though her smile still held that of a young look. Her brown eyes looking lovingly into the eyes of her daughters; a bright brilliant haunting golden color. They almost seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the house. She tried to protest in going back to the window, but she pulled her closer. No words where spoken, yet the young girl knew what had to be done.
The guardian took her to the bathroom, and washed her body gingerly. She took every loving care to make sure she was well cleaned, and dried her with the same vigilence. She took a blow dryer, and scattered the wetness from the childs body. When all was completed, pink cotton pajamas replaced her bare skin. She was dressed, and ready for bed. Her playfull nature never ceased, still, as she strived in every which way to squirm from her mothers arms. Her mother just simply smiled.
"Mama, I don't wanna go to sleep," chimed her small voice, finally speaking after the long silence that they always went through, everyday, all the time.
"Tonight's not a good night, Kiki. Mommy has work tomorrow, and night school," she said, tucking her daughter into her bed, deep crimson covering up to her face.
Her room was mostly pink and light pastal colors, often what a small young girls room would be. However, aligned on the walls, where action figures of different sorts. Warriors, samurai posters, and a pretend sword hanging off the side of her wall she always would wander over and find herself amused and playful with it. Her mother always looked at her longingly, with saddened eyes durring this ritual. She never understood why, but it was always this way.
"But you always say that! You never finish your stories! I wanna hear more stories!! Now, I want to hear them! I don't care if you don't like to tell stories, but sometimes I like to hear them," she remarked, puffing out her cheeks in a futile effort to be frighting.
She laughed. She always laughed when she did this. She always laughed when she growled, and tackled her mother playfully. She was always that way. Her mothers laugh was always sad.
"Alright, I suppose I could just but tell you one story. But you must promise you'll never forget it," she said in seriousness.
"Okay, mommy, I pwomis. I'll never, ever, forget and I'll pay-tention!"
She scooped up her daughter and pulled the sheets back. She proceeded to engulf herself with the crimson patterened sheets as she slid underneath with her daughter. She took care to make sure that she held her daughter lovingly, holding her close. She thumbed through her hair, letting her fingers flow through them. Kiki's hair was coarse, and frayed, yet had a certain smoothness, like that of soft velvet water which she could let her fingers dance through. The mother smiled again, that same sad smile.
"Well, then, I shall tell you a story that happened both in the past, and in the future at the same time," she started, but became interupted by a small peeing voice.
"That's silly, mommy. You don't make any sense!" Kiki giggled.
"That's enough out of you. Do you want me to tell you this story or not?" the mother retorted.
"Fine," she huffed.
"I'll began again, then, about the story something that happened in the future and in the past. Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was an average girl, with an average life, and an average grade. She lived in a temple with her family. One day, she discovered a well. It wasn't just an ordinary well, it was a magical well that sent her to another world in the past called Fuedal Japan with youkai and hanyou, and many other humans and diferent dangers. She was the only one who could pass through this well to another time period. No one else could, except one other; a hanyou by the name of Inuyasha."
Thus began the tale of Inuyasha.