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Aabalany here,
Nice to see you again, anyways I got a few more reviews, thank you both(LordOfTheWest and Kuyeng13, Sesshy and Naraku plushies for you), though that's not the reason I'm updating.
Well, lets get straight to it hmm?
Where we last left off, our dearest Prince Naraku was ranting on about something or another, while going to visit his father for a little talk. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, or Naraku, just this plot. However bad it may be.
That's enough chit chat,
In the previous chapter:
Soon I found myself at my Father's bedroom doors, and--What? This is a first!
Who knew that when you really have cold feet, it comes with little stomach flips, and wildly profuse blushing!
Not to mention actual physically cold feet..
Come now Naraku, you can do this! What's the worst that could happen? I tried to reassure myself...
20 of February, 1650 Thursday
Gathering all my nerve, what little there may be, I knocked. Well, more like tapped, but no difference. It was not a second before my father was standing before me, and in all his holiness dripping wet; fresh from the shower (for all the fan girls reading my journal). He suspiciously looked me up and down with one eyebrow quirked and motioned for me to come in.
"What brings my baby boy to my quarters at such an odd hour, hm?" he said this slowly, like I was a four year old. And here I was acting as such. Sauntering over to him like a hapless little twit who had lost his blanky (which I have yet to find….stupid servants). Sitting on the bed close to my father, I turned to him and let it all spill out, quite literally.
"See, DaddyIwanttogosomeplaceelseandlivewithSesshoumarubecauseyousaidwecannotandwillnotliveinpeacehere. And I also deman—" Where I was quite rudely cut off by my fathers finger upon my lips, silencing me.
"No." was his simple reply. I looked at him. His hair had begun to dry and was hanging loosely at the sides of his alabaster face, his sultry eyes, blue as indigo, set downcast.
At this he raised himself from the bed and went to go change.
And here you all are thinking this is the end…I refuse to go down without a fight, or at least an explanation.
I followed him into his bathrooms and pulled up a stool to sit next to him. He sat at his cast iron vanity, which was splayed with papers, an heirloom hair brush, a wax candle for sealing letters, and a few hair pins.
"You must not have hear—", again I was interrupted,
"I said 'no'. I know what you've come to ask me, and my answer is no. I love you, sweetheart. I love you too much to let you run around all of dreary England with another boy." Again stating, "No."
My father said all this with a firm voice, while braiding his ridiculously long hair into a low ponytail, tying it at the end with a black ribbon. Tell me about morbid.
I have never seen him so upset about something so trivial. O.k., I was going to move away, he probably wasn't ever going to see me, his only child, again, right in the middle of possible war. Nothing to fret over.
"Father, if you just listen to me. We'll head north, Liffran isn't up north, and he's attacking us from the west. I, nor Sesshoumaru, would be in danger." I figured I should quit talking because I was starting to sound weak and desperate.
All he did was take my face in his hands. Large and delicate as they were, I felt as if our places had been switched. Like I was the father, and he was the son, pleading and frantically but silently begging me not to go. He seemed so fragile, though I know he was just the opposite, it pained me to see his face written all over with such despair. He kissed me quickly on the lips and said.
"You may go."
Never before had I seen him so sure. I know he was sad to let me go, but I know he knew I could take care of myself.
-Naraku de'Malone
End Entry
Whew, Im sorry the chapters so short, it needs to be this short so the next chapter will flow with it.
thanks for being patient. Love you guys, you are forever my UBERFANTABULOUS buddiez.
If you have any ideas about where the story should go from here or where you think, leave it in a review. I love hearing (reading) from you in them. (not that i dont know, i just want to see what you guys make of the situation)
Did anyone figure why I put 'you' in italics? .
