Unexpected Places
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InuYasha AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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InuYasha AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
5,906
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Dream Girl
Dream Girl
Sparks flew and energy crackled and arched as their blades met. The hanyou and his full blooded youkai half-brother fought on whether the hanyou should live. The hanyou sneered at this brother while the youkai’s face was impassive and devoid of emotion; unreadable.
“You have disgraced our family and me long enough with your tainted blood hanyou,” the Inu Taisho calmly said.
“And you have taken great lengths to make people believe I was dead Sesshomaru. Why care if I physically die, bastard?”
“To make it all the more believable,” Sesshomaru said smoothly. His voice grating on the hanyou’s already frayed nerves.
“But you’ll still be a bastard,” the hanyou growled out.
Sesshomaru shoved his brother. The hanyou went flying backwards, but skidded to a halt on his feet on the ground. When he looked over to his opponent, he was gone. The half demon whirled around in every direction trying to find his enemy. Just when he turned around to search again, his blade was tossed from his hand. Immediately after, someone yanked him upwards. While somehow aloft high in the sky, Sesshomaru was holding his tainted brother by the throat almost nose to nose with him. He deliberately let all of his anger and hatred show in his face. This was something he never did and for once in his life, the hanyou could feel fear slightly prickle his mind.
“Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you? Hanyou, you will never match me in anything because of your tainted blood,” he sneered showing his fangs in a silent growl, “And now it is time for me to wash myself of our father’s sin…your sin. Just for being who you are has brought great shame to me.”
Sesshomaru looked beyond his target to see the forest below.
“Excuse… me for living,” the half-breed choked out.
“I will not and the Godds of the Great Forest will end your miserable life for me. I hope you have heard the tales of the Godds and Demons who trespass into their Great Forest. Hopefully they will end your suffering with a quick death. My poison will not be so generous.”
Sesshomaru wound an arm back with a hand that glowed green and knuckles that flexed. “Maybe your heart will be a sufficient enough trophy.”
The hanyou’s life flashed before his eyes. He might have been worthless or tainted or an outcast, but his life was his and he wanted to live. Sesshomaru descended upon his brother’s chest with speed and accuracy not knowing that his brother’s desperateness would make him incredibly faster. The hanyou was able to knock his hand off course and choked when the poisonous hand pierced through his abdomen. The wind rushed out of his body as if he had been punched and not pierced. The pain was excruciating and the burning sensation almost caused him to gag. He wouldn’t have vomited because he didn’t have a stomach for anything to come out of. He couldn’t talk because the pain nearly shut down all of his motor skills. He nearly stopped breathing and almost didn’t realize when Sesshomaru threw him away as if he were a used tissue.
He didn’t remember hitting the ground or when his katana came to be in his hand. He looked to the sky waiting for death or unconsciousness. The black curtains of nothingness were pulling at his eyelids and all of his senses became dulled. He almost didn’t hear the rustling of leaves and in his hazy vision he saw a face. A face he would never forget. The face of a woman who’s soul seemed to call to him. She had beautiful golden skin that seemed to sparkle in the light. Perfect blue eyes that showed more kindness that he never felt before. Silver hair like his own that was pulled partly away with three separate twists on each side of her head that led up into a ponytail that was tied with a leather thong and a feather for accent. The other half of her hair, that was down, flowed over her shoulders. She had straight cut bangs that covered her forehead and two long squared-off forelocks. Ten almost hair-lined blue stripes framed and cupped her cheeks. Her lips formed into a small kind smile before unconsciousness washed over him.
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Disclaimer: I'm in the fucking military! Do you think I own anything! NO. So thanx Rumiko Takahashi for letting my imagination run wild.
A/N: Hi! This is my first fan fic writing so be nice and hard at the same time. I want to know what you think and I would appreciate some ideas so I can write them down for later. Thanks.
IL20
Sparks flew and energy crackled and arched as their blades met. The hanyou and his full blooded youkai half-brother fought on whether the hanyou should live. The hanyou sneered at this brother while the youkai’s face was impassive and devoid of emotion; unreadable.
“You have disgraced our family and me long enough with your tainted blood hanyou,” the Inu Taisho calmly said.
“And you have taken great lengths to make people believe I was dead Sesshomaru. Why care if I physically die, bastard?”
“To make it all the more believable,” Sesshomaru said smoothly. His voice grating on the hanyou’s already frayed nerves.
“But you’ll still be a bastard,” the hanyou growled out.
Sesshomaru shoved his brother. The hanyou went flying backwards, but skidded to a halt on his feet on the ground. When he looked over to his opponent, he was gone. The half demon whirled around in every direction trying to find his enemy. Just when he turned around to search again, his blade was tossed from his hand. Immediately after, someone yanked him upwards. While somehow aloft high in the sky, Sesshomaru was holding his tainted brother by the throat almost nose to nose with him. He deliberately let all of his anger and hatred show in his face. This was something he never did and for once in his life, the hanyou could feel fear slightly prickle his mind.
“Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you? Hanyou, you will never match me in anything because of your tainted blood,” he sneered showing his fangs in a silent growl, “And now it is time for me to wash myself of our father’s sin…your sin. Just for being who you are has brought great shame to me.”
Sesshomaru looked beyond his target to see the forest below.
“Excuse… me for living,” the half-breed choked out.
“I will not and the Godds of the Great Forest will end your miserable life for me. I hope you have heard the tales of the Godds and Demons who trespass into their Great Forest. Hopefully they will end your suffering with a quick death. My poison will not be so generous.”
Sesshomaru wound an arm back with a hand that glowed green and knuckles that flexed. “Maybe your heart will be a sufficient enough trophy.”
The hanyou’s life flashed before his eyes. He might have been worthless or tainted or an outcast, but his life was his and he wanted to live. Sesshomaru descended upon his brother’s chest with speed and accuracy not knowing that his brother’s desperateness would make him incredibly faster. The hanyou was able to knock his hand off course and choked when the poisonous hand pierced through his abdomen. The wind rushed out of his body as if he had been punched and not pierced. The pain was excruciating and the burning sensation almost caused him to gag. He wouldn’t have vomited because he didn’t have a stomach for anything to come out of. He couldn’t talk because the pain nearly shut down all of his motor skills. He nearly stopped breathing and almost didn’t realize when Sesshomaru threw him away as if he were a used tissue.
He didn’t remember hitting the ground or when his katana came to be in his hand. He looked to the sky waiting for death or unconsciousness. The black curtains of nothingness were pulling at his eyelids and all of his senses became dulled. He almost didn’t hear the rustling of leaves and in his hazy vision he saw a face. A face he would never forget. The face of a woman who’s soul seemed to call to him. She had beautiful golden skin that seemed to sparkle in the light. Perfect blue eyes that showed more kindness that he never felt before. Silver hair like his own that was pulled partly away with three separate twists on each side of her head that led up into a ponytail that was tied with a leather thong and a feather for accent. The other half of her hair, that was down, flowed over her shoulders. She had straight cut bangs that covered her forehead and two long squared-off forelocks. Ten almost hair-lined blue stripes framed and cupped her cheeks. Her lips formed into a small kind smile before unconsciousness washed over him.
Disclaimer: I'm in the fucking military! Do you think I own anything! NO. So thanx Rumiko Takahashi for letting my imagination run wild.
A/N: Hi! This is my first fan fic writing so be nice and hard at the same time. I want to know what you think and I would appreciate some ideas so I can write them down for later. Thanks.
IL20