Kagome's Paths
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
7,263
Reviews:
91
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Reflection
Kagome's Paths
by Kagehoshi
Ch3 Reflections
*Disclaimers-same*
Jareth, the Goblin King, sat on his throne and watched the little mortal in one of his crystals. She really was quite intriguing. No mortal had ever stood up to him like she had, not even that one. He frowned, and the gesture looked wrong on the perfect beauty of his face. Young Sara had been a mistake, far too young to understand what he was offering, and honestly he wasn’t sure what he had seen in the chit. She was far too spoiled for her own good. But this one, this Kagome, she had a fire and a spark to her that he had never seen in a mortal before. He shifted on his throne and idly spun the crystal on the tips of his fingers as he continued to watch the girl walk down the corridors of his labyrinth.
It was odd for him to be called so far to the East. His legends and domain were primarily in the western world, where tales of the wicked Goblin King circulated continuously from mother to child. Yet he had heard the call, and had been surprised by the amount of emotion behind it. Not hatred, but something more painful. Deeper, and stronger than anything he had felt before, so strong that it gave him pause to wonder what this young mortal girl could have gone through to make her suffer such pain.
She had looked so delicious sitting before him, not understanding what had happened. Yet when her anger had sparked, he had nearly lost himself. The fire in her eyes, the way her whole being seemed to glow, the way the air around her seemed to react to her, she had been as a Goddess before him. When she had threatened him, it had taken all his self-control not to pick her up and kiss her with everything she had inspired in him.
She was so lovely as she stood before him, like a perfect porcelain doll, threatening him with bodily harm. Her waist length ebony hair hung around her like a shimmering curtain and her sapphire blue eyes flashing with rage. Looking her over he had noticed her attire, which showed off the lovely shape of her legs. Ah, yes. This is what they call a school uniform here. He had recalled, and privately he approved of the ensemble, it was innocent yet evocative, and when she had spun about to face him he had gotten a tantalizing glimpse of her under-things.
She had been so tiny next to his tall frame that he had wondered at her age, she did not act as a child, and with her womanly curves she did not look like one, and she was not. In truth she was a woman grown, old enough for children of her own. Though in this modern era, mortals did not agree.
He admired her for her fire and her courage. She had not whined to get her brother back, nor complained. She had faced him and demanded her brother be returned to her like a Queen. It amazed him, for no mortal had done such a thing before. Most cowered at the sight of him, becoming tearful sniveling blobs. Even Sara had feared him in the beginning, yet not this girl. If he hadn’t known better he would say she had faced down the supernatural before. He had felt something strange from her, something akin to magic, yet pure. But such a thing was impossible, for humans had lost their magic long ago. Yet there certainly was something strange about the girl; you could tell by the way the borderlands had conformed to her presence. The Labyrinth was a reflection of the person who walked through it. It conformed to fit the personality of those who would try and solve it, changing slightly each time to suite the personality of the challenger. He had been amazed upon their arrival to the borderlands to find them so green and vibrantly alive.
Never had a mortal so bewitched him in such a way, it was almost as if he was being drawn to her, as if he was connected… Jareth quickly shoved such thoughts away and threw the viewing crystal at the wall in a pique of anger. It shattered and the fragments fell on a sleeping goblin causing a flower to sprout on its head. Jareth glowered at the be-flowered goblin and blinked into his office. He had work to do, no time to dwell on a silly little mortal girl.
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You know I have Ch 4 done and all ready to be put up. However, since at this point in time 23 people have read this and only 1 has bothered to review, I'm assuming you people hate it and I shouldn't continue. So unless I hear otherwise I'll just stop working on this story.
by Kagehoshi
Ch3 Reflections
*Disclaimers-same*
Jareth, the Goblin King, sat on his throne and watched the little mortal in one of his crystals. She really was quite intriguing. No mortal had ever stood up to him like she had, not even that one. He frowned, and the gesture looked wrong on the perfect beauty of his face. Young Sara had been a mistake, far too young to understand what he was offering, and honestly he wasn’t sure what he had seen in the chit. She was far too spoiled for her own good. But this one, this Kagome, she had a fire and a spark to her that he had never seen in a mortal before. He shifted on his throne and idly spun the crystal on the tips of his fingers as he continued to watch the girl walk down the corridors of his labyrinth.
It was odd for him to be called so far to the East. His legends and domain were primarily in the western world, where tales of the wicked Goblin King circulated continuously from mother to child. Yet he had heard the call, and had been surprised by the amount of emotion behind it. Not hatred, but something more painful. Deeper, and stronger than anything he had felt before, so strong that it gave him pause to wonder what this young mortal girl could have gone through to make her suffer such pain.
She had looked so delicious sitting before him, not understanding what had happened. Yet when her anger had sparked, he had nearly lost himself. The fire in her eyes, the way her whole being seemed to glow, the way the air around her seemed to react to her, she had been as a Goddess before him. When she had threatened him, it had taken all his self-control not to pick her up and kiss her with everything she had inspired in him.
She was so lovely as she stood before him, like a perfect porcelain doll, threatening him with bodily harm. Her waist length ebony hair hung around her like a shimmering curtain and her sapphire blue eyes flashing with rage. Looking her over he had noticed her attire, which showed off the lovely shape of her legs. Ah, yes. This is what they call a school uniform here. He had recalled, and privately he approved of the ensemble, it was innocent yet evocative, and when she had spun about to face him he had gotten a tantalizing glimpse of her under-things.
She had been so tiny next to his tall frame that he had wondered at her age, she did not act as a child, and with her womanly curves she did not look like one, and she was not. In truth she was a woman grown, old enough for children of her own. Though in this modern era, mortals did not agree.
He admired her for her fire and her courage. She had not whined to get her brother back, nor complained. She had faced him and demanded her brother be returned to her like a Queen. It amazed him, for no mortal had done such a thing before. Most cowered at the sight of him, becoming tearful sniveling blobs. Even Sara had feared him in the beginning, yet not this girl. If he hadn’t known better he would say she had faced down the supernatural before. He had felt something strange from her, something akin to magic, yet pure. But such a thing was impossible, for humans had lost their magic long ago. Yet there certainly was something strange about the girl; you could tell by the way the borderlands had conformed to her presence. The Labyrinth was a reflection of the person who walked through it. It conformed to fit the personality of those who would try and solve it, changing slightly each time to suite the personality of the challenger. He had been amazed upon their arrival to the borderlands to find them so green and vibrantly alive.
Never had a mortal so bewitched him in such a way, it was almost as if he was being drawn to her, as if he was connected… Jareth quickly shoved such thoughts away and threw the viewing crystal at the wall in a pique of anger. It shattered and the fragments fell on a sleeping goblin causing a flower to sprout on its head. Jareth glowered at the be-flowered goblin and blinked into his office. He had work to do, no time to dwell on a silly little mortal girl.
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You know I have Ch 4 done and all ready to be put up. However, since at this point in time 23 people have read this and only 1 has bothered to review, I'm assuming you people hate it and I shouldn't continue. So unless I hear otherwise I'll just stop working on this story.