Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha . . . WAH! It's not fair! I want Inu! My Inu!
Author's Notes: I know that I have not updated my fanfiction in a long time. I've been busy with school, and my original manga, and some medical stuff. Anyway, I'm feeling much better and I'm listening to angry music so here's a new chapter for TIHOND, Enjoy!
The Inu Hanyou of Notre Dame
Chapter One
Waiting
- Last Time –
And as Miroku carried the orphaned child up the steps he could only mourn the fate that had fallen upon the baby's parents...
And he rang the bells.
And so was born the Bell Ringer of Notre Dame...
Inuyasha...
And that was why the bells rang on that fateful night...
- Now –
The cool stone felt great underneath his bare feet, the wind blowing harshly behind him only served to further his speed as he slid along on the banisters and edges of the giant cathedral. He could hear the tired screams of Miroku as he called him inside, and reluctantly he did so, leaving the freedom of the night for the shadow of his tower as the sun began to rise.
"Inuyasha . . . I really wish you would be more careful when you're doing that."
The eight year old Inu-Hanyou crossed his arms and gave a huff as he reached for the bread that had been set in front of him by the smiling priest.
"I can take care of myself! Keh, besides no one can even see me in the dark."
"Make sure of it."
"I will."
"Freak!"
"Abomination!"
"Demon!"
The young Inuyasha held back tears as he held tightly onto the fabric that Miroku had sent him to fetch. Walking with his head held defiantly high as he felt something hard hit the back of his head. Finally he took off running, crying, into the cathedral.
Over the years he had grown up, his distaste for the outside world growing with him. At first he had been allowed outside, but the stares and jeers of the people had only sent him back into the shadow of his bell tower. Now he was restricted to going outside only at night. Every day the same routine, with his mornings being spent among the bells, his meals brought to him by Miroku, and then waiting longingly for the sun to go down so that he could go out. It went on and on like this for years, until that cycle was broken...when he was 17.
Sitting on the edge of the roof he stared out into the night, his sensitive ears picking up some hushed whispers. Looking about carefully he leapt off the roof and headed towards the river. His eyes reading the dark just as well as he could in the daylight he caught sight of a huddled group of people. Just as he was about to call out so that the guards that roamed the night looking for the gypsies that frequently snuck into the city, he caught sight of a pretty girl that was walking slowly behind the rest.
"Kagome, hurry up!"
"Kagome . . . "
AN: Is it just me or is the prologue longer than the first chapter? Either way I know this isn't very good, just trying to get back into the groove of things. Let me know what you think!