Of Demons and Dreams
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,963
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Trespassing
Author's Notes: Well, here is the next installment of my 'thrilling' story. Unfortunately, I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter. *Sad* I hope that means people just didn't see it rather than didn't like it... Either way, chapter six is written. It may stay as it is, but I want some reviews before I post it! *Shakes fist, then offers more cookies and cake and candy* As always, suggestions are welcome!
Disclaimer: I own them! I own them all! Bwahahahahahahaha... Ok, I'm better now. (Still doesn't really own them, still has no money)
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Trespassing
The first recognizable thought was darkness. Everything seemed dark. Darker than normal anyhow. With a faint groan, Sephiroth slowly blinked his eyes open. It took a moment for the aqua marine orbs to focus, his mind reluctant to leave the bliss of sleep. But years of sharpened battle reflexes died hard.
Struggling towards full consciousness, he forced himself to sit up, glancing towards the sky. It was well beyond dusk. That would explain the darkness then... His senses were returning as the fog of sleep retreated.
Suddenly realizing his arms were empty, the ex-general's eyes snapped wide, looking frantically around, his hands searching. His fingers finally fell on the length of the Masamune, finding the sword at his side. With an almost shaky sigh of relief, the sword was pulled to rest securely across his lap.
"Such a unique blade. It must be quite powerful for you to care so deeply about it." The rich voice sounded from behind the still seated man.
Springing to his feet, Sephiroth whirled, the Masamune held ready. The stupidity of such a move caught up with him seconds later as he struggled to remain on his feet, reeling from the still present throb behind his eyes and lingering weakness. Growling in frustration, he kept the sword in place between himself and the speaker, managing nly nly wobble slightly.
He could see the other man through the dancing flames of the generously sized campfire he'dehowehow failed to notice before. For an instant he thought he might be seeing some reflection of himself through the warm orange flickers. His mind was still slightly foggy after all... The notion lasted only an instant.
While this man's basic features might be similar, he was very different. The marking on his face, his eyes, the pointed, almost Elven looking ears... His expression was one of cool indifference, as if he were only mildly interested with the goings on of the world. His clothing seemed out of date compared to what he was used to, an elegant and expensive looking kimono. And, Sephiroth noted with a slightly arched brow, he had spiked armor of a sort and a sword at his side.
He almost relaxed out of surprise, but the same instincts that had forced him from sleep kept him from moving. The man was rather striking. Handsome really. And certainly not the type one would expect to meet up with in the middle of nowhere.
"Who.. are you?" Sephiroth's voice betrayed his surprise, to his displeasure, as he queried the quiet man.
Sesshoumaru allowed no emotion to show on his face, though inwardly the man pleased him. He was strong with an air of determination about him. He would indeed provide entertainment, of one form or another. Not moving from where he sat, the demon Lord answered, the rich, almost soothing voice again sounding.
"Forgive me. My name is Sesshoumaru. And you are trespassing here."
Disclaimer: I own them! I own them all! Bwahahahahahahaha... Ok, I'm better now. (Still doesn't really own them, still has no money)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trespassing
The first recognizable thought was darkness. Everything seemed dark. Darker than normal anyhow. With a faint groan, Sephiroth slowly blinked his eyes open. It took a moment for the aqua marine orbs to focus, his mind reluctant to leave the bliss of sleep. But years of sharpened battle reflexes died hard.
Struggling towards full consciousness, he forced himself to sit up, glancing towards the sky. It was well beyond dusk. That would explain the darkness then... His senses were returning as the fog of sleep retreated.
Suddenly realizing his arms were empty, the ex-general's eyes snapped wide, looking frantically around, his hands searching. His fingers finally fell on the length of the Masamune, finding the sword at his side. With an almost shaky sigh of relief, the sword was pulled to rest securely across his lap.
"Such a unique blade. It must be quite powerful for you to care so deeply about it." The rich voice sounded from behind the still seated man.
Springing to his feet, Sephiroth whirled, the Masamune held ready. The stupidity of such a move caught up with him seconds later as he struggled to remain on his feet, reeling from the still present throb behind his eyes and lingering weakness. Growling in frustration, he kept the sword in place between himself and the speaker, managing nly nly wobble slightly.
He could see the other man through the dancing flames of the generously sized campfire he'dehowehow failed to notice before. For an instant he thought he might be seeing some reflection of himself through the warm orange flickers. His mind was still slightly foggy after all... The notion lasted only an instant.
While this man's basic features might be similar, he was very different. The marking on his face, his eyes, the pointed, almost Elven looking ears... His expression was one of cool indifference, as if he were only mildly interested with the goings on of the world. His clothing seemed out of date compared to what he was used to, an elegant and expensive looking kimono. And, Sephiroth noted with a slightly arched brow, he had spiked armor of a sort and a sword at his side.
He almost relaxed out of surprise, but the same instincts that had forced him from sleep kept him from moving. The man was rather striking. Handsome really. And certainly not the type one would expect to meet up with in the middle of nowhere.
"Who.. are you?" Sephiroth's voice betrayed his surprise, to his displeasure, as he queried the quiet man.
Sesshoumaru allowed no emotion to show on his face, though inwardly the man pleased him. He was strong with an air of determination about him. He would indeed provide entertainment, of one form or another. Not moving from where he sat, the demon Lord answered, the rich, almost soothing voice again sounding.
"Forgive me. My name is Sesshoumaru. And you are trespassing here."