Unspoken Love By: OtakuSailorV
Chapter 2: Frantic Search
He stared at the place ahead of him in disbelief. So easily. . .so easily this chance had slipped from him. . .how?
His legs were rooted to the spot. He felt his fingers twitch slightly at his side. His ears suddenly pricked as a man clapped him on the shoulder.
"You ok there, young fella? You look like you've seen a ghost."
He paid no mind to the man, and shook off his hand, moving forward. "Where. . ." He started, perking his ears forward. But there was no sound of the car's motor.
He narrowed his eyes and took off running down the street, leaving the old man far behind. "Young people. . .always in a rush. . ."
* * *
He sat on the top of building, his hair blowing in the wind. His swords lay on the ground beside him as he stared out over the city.
How was he to find this light again? If he could not see it from the top of this building? He felt the urgency to find the light, to at least touch it.
He sighed into his arms heavily, and stood, picking up the swords. He searched through his mind, remembering the last few moments of his chase.
There was the car, the human that seemed to have radiated the light. . .he stopped himself and went back, scanning the last thing he had seen over.
The license plate. . .
He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he thought harder on what it had read.
His mind focused on the image in his head, closer. . .closer. . .closer. . .
There!!
The number was. . . TD9A06. . .
He could at least find where the human had gone, and maybe. . .maybe this human held what he had been seeking? It was a possibility. . .
He turned toward the setting sun, his hair blown back in a sudden gust of air. With a tiny smirk, he took off into the air, hoping he would reach the human's hall of records before sunset.
* * *
Worst of all luck!!! Damn every last one of their stinking race!!! You would think they were living in the dark ages, the way they left their work places so early!!!
He cursed in his mind angrily as he came to a halt at the door. The sign read 'closed', and he could smell that no human that been within five feet of this place in the last ten minutes. He had been late, pondering, instead of taking action. He cursed himself inwardly.
* * *
He sat against the wall, letting his head lay on his chest, as he fell into an uneasy sleep.
He never usually dreamt, but, this time, he did.
He was chasing the light again, and was gaining. He was within arms reach, and it slipped to the side. He growled and pounced at it, and it moved again from his grasp. He was thoroughly frustrated with the light by the time he had started to reach it again.
Suddenly, the light blinked, and fell. Stunned he went slowly toward it in his dream, and knelt by it. It was blinking slowly, and suddenly. . .stopped. . .
All the feelings he was sure he was going to feel, did not come. Instead, he was overwhelmed with grief. He felt tears start to form at his eyes. TEARS!!!! He. . .he was. . .he was crying. . ?
He heard uncontrollable sobs, felt his whole body shake as he mourned at the death of the light.
* * *
He woke with a start as the clerk for the store passed him. He rubbed his palms into his eyes, trying to clear the immense grief from his mind.
The clerk stared at him as he stood. He gave a grunt of impatience and the clerk went and unlocked the door, still staring at the youth before him.
He stepped into the chilled room, looking around at the black walls. The little man stepped in behind him, glancing at the two swords that he held, and at his long, silver-white hair that flowed down his back.
The man stepped behind a podium with a computer, and put on a pair of glasses, looking the youth over a second time with his renewed vision. He rubbed his hands together and mumbled something to himself before smiling in anxious-fright at the man before him.
"W-what can I do for you so early in the morning sir?" He asked, his eyes moving elsewhere, finding that he could not meet the eyes of the tall, powerful youth.
"This is the human's Hall of Records?" It was the first time he had spoken to a human in months, and this human was staring just as much as the other had those long months ago. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, as if to say, 'Are you not human?'
"Yes. . ." The man said cautiously eyeing the man suspiciously.
"Then I have need of your services." He stepped forward to the desk, closing the distance between himself and the sheepish human.
"What are you looking for?" The man asked nervously, going to his computer so he could have some distance between himself and the person before him.
"I need you to identify the owner of a car for me." He said promptly.
The man adjusted his glasses, looking him over. "Well. . .I'm. . .I'm not sure. . .the laws do not allow us to look up such information. . . .and. . .well. . ." The man tapped the tips of his fingers together nervously as he spoke.
He became instantly angry and impatient with the tiny human before him, and slammed his arm down on the desk in his rage. The cup of pencils jumped and fell to the ground, spilling all over. The stack of cards fluttered over the desk. He barred his fangs, and glared at the insignificant man.
"Eep! W-what is your name and the license plate number?" The man asked, cringing away.
The youth straightened, his earlier anger forgotten. "I am Sesshoumaru."
The little man clicked away. "And your last name?"
"I have no last name."
"No last name? Well. . .yes, ok." The man clicked away again.
"The license number?"
Sesshoumaru recalled the number that he had seen on the license plate. "TD9A06."
The man clicked away, and smiled at the results that almost instantly came up, and turned the computer around for him to see.
"Is this the one?" He asked, still smiling.
The list showed a picture of the human, her address, what her car looked like, everything you could ever want to know about her. He examined the paper, but found that the light was nowhere to be seen, though, he felt that there was something about the girl that drew him to her. Even if she was only a lowly human wench, she still had the light that he searched for with her.
"Can you print this off?"
* * *
He sat brooding on a roof top again, reading over the sheet the man had printed off.
The girl's name was Rin. She lived in the suburbs of the town with two of her cousins, who were sisters.
He pondered it all over. He supposed he should go directly to her house. But. . .the paper also said that she commuted to the city for her job as a secretary.
Standing, he decided to find her at her work place, an office building that was not too far away from where he was seated at that moment.
He turned to the East, and moved on.
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This chapter is kinda short, and sorry if it's kinda boring, but, I need it all to build suspense and whatnot. ^_^;; Anyway, thanks to my lovely reviewers, and sorry that this chap didn't get here sooner. I just wasn't in a writing mood the last few days. =_= Well, anyway, I hope to post more soon.
Ja.
Review!!!!
Chapter 2: Frantic Search
He stared at the place ahead of him in disbelief. So easily. . .so easily this chance had slipped from him. . .how?
His legs were rooted to the spot. He felt his fingers twitch slightly at his side. His ears suddenly pricked as a man clapped him on the shoulder.
"You ok there, young fella? You look like you've seen a ghost."
He paid no mind to the man, and shook off his hand, moving forward. "Where. . ." He started, perking his ears forward. But there was no sound of the car's motor.
He narrowed his eyes and took off running down the street, leaving the old man far behind. "Young people. . .always in a rush. . ."
* * *
He sat on the top of building, his hair blowing in the wind. His swords lay on the ground beside him as he stared out over the city.
How was he to find this light again? If he could not see it from the top of this building? He felt the urgency to find the light, to at least touch it.
He sighed into his arms heavily, and stood, picking up the swords. He searched through his mind, remembering the last few moments of his chase.
There was the car, the human that seemed to have radiated the light. . .he stopped himself and went back, scanning the last thing he had seen over.
The license plate. . .
He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he thought harder on what it had read.
His mind focused on the image in his head, closer. . .closer. . .closer. . .
There!!
The number was. . . TD9A06. . .
He could at least find where the human had gone, and maybe. . .maybe this human held what he had been seeking? It was a possibility. . .
He turned toward the setting sun, his hair blown back in a sudden gust of air. With a tiny smirk, he took off into the air, hoping he would reach the human's hall of records before sunset.
* * *
Worst of all luck!!! Damn every last one of their stinking race!!! You would think they were living in the dark ages, the way they left their work places so early!!!
He cursed in his mind angrily as he came to a halt at the door. The sign read 'closed', and he could smell that no human that been within five feet of this place in the last ten minutes. He had been late, pondering, instead of taking action. He cursed himself inwardly.
* * *
He sat against the wall, letting his head lay on his chest, as he fell into an uneasy sleep.
He never usually dreamt, but, this time, he did.
He was chasing the light again, and was gaining. He was within arms reach, and it slipped to the side. He growled and pounced at it, and it moved again from his grasp. He was thoroughly frustrated with the light by the time he had started to reach it again.
Suddenly, the light blinked, and fell. Stunned he went slowly toward it in his dream, and knelt by it. It was blinking slowly, and suddenly. . .stopped. . .
All the feelings he was sure he was going to feel, did not come. Instead, he was overwhelmed with grief. He felt tears start to form at his eyes. TEARS!!!! He. . .he was. . .he was crying. . ?
He heard uncontrollable sobs, felt his whole body shake as he mourned at the death of the light.
* * *
He woke with a start as the clerk for the store passed him. He rubbed his palms into his eyes, trying to clear the immense grief from his mind.
The clerk stared at him as he stood. He gave a grunt of impatience and the clerk went and unlocked the door, still staring at the youth before him.
He stepped into the chilled room, looking around at the black walls. The little man stepped in behind him, glancing at the two swords that he held, and at his long, silver-white hair that flowed down his back.
The man stepped behind a podium with a computer, and put on a pair of glasses, looking the youth over a second time with his renewed vision. He rubbed his hands together and mumbled something to himself before smiling in anxious-fright at the man before him.
"W-what can I do for you so early in the morning sir?" He asked, his eyes moving elsewhere, finding that he could not meet the eyes of the tall, powerful youth.
"This is the human's Hall of Records?" It was the first time he had spoken to a human in months, and this human was staring just as much as the other had those long months ago. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, as if to say, 'Are you not human?'
"Yes. . ." The man said cautiously eyeing the man suspiciously.
"Then I have need of your services." He stepped forward to the desk, closing the distance between himself and the sheepish human.
"What are you looking for?" The man asked nervously, going to his computer so he could have some distance between himself and the person before him.
"I need you to identify the owner of a car for me." He said promptly.
The man adjusted his glasses, looking him over. "Well. . .I'm. . .I'm not sure. . .the laws do not allow us to look up such information. . . .and. . .well. . ." The man tapped the tips of his fingers together nervously as he spoke.
He became instantly angry and impatient with the tiny human before him, and slammed his arm down on the desk in his rage. The cup of pencils jumped and fell to the ground, spilling all over. The stack of cards fluttered over the desk. He barred his fangs, and glared at the insignificant man.
"Eep! W-what is your name and the license plate number?" The man asked, cringing away.
The youth straightened, his earlier anger forgotten. "I am Sesshoumaru."
The little man clicked away. "And your last name?"
"I have no last name."
"No last name? Well. . .yes, ok." The man clicked away again.
"The license number?"
Sesshoumaru recalled the number that he had seen on the license plate. "TD9A06."
The man clicked away, and smiled at the results that almost instantly came up, and turned the computer around for him to see.
"Is this the one?" He asked, still smiling.
The list showed a picture of the human, her address, what her car looked like, everything you could ever want to know about her. He examined the paper, but found that the light was nowhere to be seen, though, he felt that there was something about the girl that drew him to her. Even if she was only a lowly human wench, she still had the light that he searched for with her.
"Can you print this off?"
* * *
He sat brooding on a roof top again, reading over the sheet the man had printed off.
The girl's name was Rin. She lived in the suburbs of the town with two of her cousins, who were sisters.
He pondered it all over. He supposed he should go directly to her house. But. . .the paper also said that she commuted to the city for her job as a secretary.
Standing, he decided to find her at her work place, an office building that was not too far away from where he was seated at that moment.
He turned to the East, and moved on.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
This chapter is kinda short, and sorry if it's kinda boring, but, I need it all to build suspense and whatnot. ^_^;; Anyway, thanks to my lovely reviewers, and sorry that this chap didn't get here sooner. I just wasn't in a writing mood the last few days. =_= Well, anyway, I hope to post more soon.
Ja.
Review!!!!