I do not own Inuyasha.
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An eight year old girl had been lost, wandering inside the national park. She was walking deeper and deeper into the forest because she did not know the way out.
She ended up at a cave's mouth. It looked strange. She could not put a finger on it, but it was not scary. Some unknown force was pulling to her, calling to her from inside it. It had been waiting for her. Without hesitation, she waltzed in.
The cave was dark, but she somehow could see the way. She walked passed something warm; it felt as if an invisible wall, but she thought nothing of it. She kept on walking deeper and deeper into the dark cave.
For about ten minutes, she kept on walking, her light footsteps echoed inside the vague cave. The narrow path she had started with had gotten wider and wider. The plain cold stone floor slowly changed to beautiful marbles. The cave walls changed into neatly designed walls. The roof was high and elegantly but not of a cave's but a ceiling's. It was as if she had walked into a castle.
She should find it strange, yet she did not.
But what caught her attention was the person lay in the middle of the room. He or she lay peacefully on the stone bed. The girl marched closer toward the figure until she stopped right next to his or her face.
The person was very handsome or beautiful with long silver hair. The person had pale perfect smooth skin. The girl observed the person in awe. She could not determine if the person was a man or a woman. On the person's cheeks were a pairs of magenta strips and the same color was painted on top of his or her eyelids. The person dressed in traditional Japanese clothes.
Wanting to see the person's face fully, which was impossible for her to see with her height, she climbed up onto the stone bed. It's height reached her shoulders.
After struggled a few minutes, she was in the bed with the beautiful person. She smiled happily at her accomplishment. Looking down at the beautiful person's sleeping face; she noticed a blue crescent moon on the center of his forehead.
"Wow!" she breathed. That person was truly beautiful. As if a sleeping beauty who had been put under a spell.
The girl giggled at the thought.
To break the spell, his or her true love must kiss him. That was how the stories went; she recalled her mother read it to her.
The girl smiled happily.
She wanted to wake this person up.
Without farther ado, she leaned her cute face toward the person's soft lips, and pressed hers against the person's. The lips felt cold, but soft to her.
After a few seconds, she pulled back to look into the figure's face, waiting for the magic to happen.
Minute passed…
Nothing happened.
The girl frowned.
She learned down again, and kissed the person once more.
"Wake up," she called softly against his lips.
At that moment, she felt a big hand came to gently pulled her away. She smiled so brightly when she saw that the person was staring back at her with the most gorgeous pairs of golden eyes.
"You're awake." She chimed happily.
"Hn" he answered in a deep baritone voice.
He's a man, she concluded.
Her sleeping handsome prince.