Ties of Blood and Kitsune Illusions

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN THEM! lol ok on with the fic !
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A young female fox demon with bright blue and black hair that she wore with a ribbon tied in a bow to the side of her head walked into the Old Western style Inn. Her blouse, was a shredded strapless purple top which revealed the top portion of her breasts, and below that a black and purple skirt that coverd her scarred upper thighs. Though her body was covered in orange-ish red fur, her face was white as porcelain. The room smelled of sweat and cigarette smoke, in its center was an old fashioned candle lit chandelier. Many human males sat huddled over the bars and circular tables. Every now and then a group would break out in loud obnoxious laughter. Half drank shot glasses where scattered over the bar counter. Waitresses in short revealing skirts and low cut tank tops carried trays of dirty dishes back and forth through a pair of swinging doors one could only assume led to the kitchen. Slung over her shoulder was a medium sized black duffel bag. Her long lace up sleeves hid the 2 dueling pistols she held in her hands. The Kitsune's body was covered in fresh blood, the majority of it was her own. At her waist a carving knife lay secured in her belt, a trail of blood flowed from a wound in her forehead down her face. Her expression was that of boredom not of pain, in her upper thigh the word 'bitch' was carved into her skin, this mark was fresh for the blood was still damp and trickled down her leg. She scanned the room for any sign of the inn keeper, but the only employee other than the sleazily dressed waitresses was the bartender. Her bandaged tail swayed behind her as she approached the elderly bartender, she looked at him with her blue eyes and held up one of her pistols as she politely asked for a room.
He was a plump old man with round cheeks and gray blue eyes that appeared to twinkle behind his old rusted spectacles. He asked no questions and simply smiled. She smirked, showing off her fangs as he withdrew a single key from the underside of the counter and slid it across to her as he stated the room to which the key belonged. She took the small silver key and nodded in thanks to the bar tender as she walked over to the bottom of the stair well. Her knee high black leather boots made a slight clinking sound as she walked up the wooden staircase and into the dark corridor above, illuminated only by the dim candles which lined it. The walls where made of wood, not the present day cheap imitation paneling, but real oak. The corridor was decorated with bright red carpet that began at the top of the stair well and continued all the way to the end of the passage. Looking down on her where portraits of old fashion dressed mortals, she assumed the pictures 'subjects' where long since deceased. On either side of the hallway where large wooden doors with numbers engraved in the top center, none of theses numbers where the one she sought. There where no windows for the moonlight to enter through. The hall smelled of the past, it reminded her of an attic that had not been entered in years. She soon matched up her small key with the correct door and entered absentmindedly leaving the door ajar. The room was quaint, it had but one window that was covered by a dark red curtain. The bed was average sized and was covered in a red comforter, and to no surprise the floor was covered in the same carpet that ran through the hall way. There was a small wooden chair in the corner of the room and by the bed, there was a nightstand with a small lamp. She assumed it to be an oil lamp, seeing how there where no electrical outlets or light switches to be seen through out the rest of the inn. There was but one other door that lead to the bathroom.
She tossed her bag in a chair in the corner of the room as she placed her pistols on the nightstand beside the bed.
She walked into the bath room and looked at her reflection, slowly, she turned the sink faucet on and began to rinse the partially dried blood from her face. The bathroom was lighted by 2 red candles burning on brass holders on both sides of the door. Once she was satisfied that her face was cleansed off all blood she began to scrub at the word carved into her thigh. Though she eventually removed the blood that had trickled down her leg the word in her flesh was carved to deep to be washed away, it was a wound only time would heal. The bathroom walls where white as could be unlike the rest of the building. The small potpourri bowl on the high shelf over the sink made the room smell of flowers, much more pleasant than down stairs. Rather than walk, she appeared to float across the floor to the bed. She sat down and sighed softly as she reached behind her to unclasp the black leather silver studded choker from her neck. She laid it carefully inside the night stand drawer. She leaned back for a rest on the cool satin sheets when suddenly she sprung up sharply as her knife jabbed her in the side. She removed her belt with the knife secured to it and tossed it to the floor with a thud. She scowled at it and rubbed her side which was slightly red though the skin had not been pierced. Her Kitsune ear twitched as she listen to the noises below. There was shouting and laughing and the distinct sound of glass breaking. Her hearing was so great that she could have easily heard the bartenders hoarse whisper from where she lay. The sounds pulsed through her head keeping sleep from her. She inhaled deeply and exhaled in an attempt to calm her nerves. Tommorow she would leave this god forsaken country in this god forsaken time. Home. That was her next destination. Her job required her to travel alot, and not just to diffrent countrys, through diffrent times as well. Being a Kitsune, over the long years she had developed many interesting skills, time hoping one of the more usefull ones. Tommorow she would head for fuedel Japan, her original home, and then she would seek out her next assignment. Assignment, this was not a term she used lightly, for her, an assignment was not the average monday paper work. An assignment was what she called those whom she was sent to kill, those who had angered her current employer, or had in their possestion something that her employer desired, which was the case with this one. A demon in fuedal Japan that possesed a jewel of great power, somthing called the Shikon no Tama. And that demon, or hanyou rather, was named Inu Yasha.

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A/N: I know, I know, Inu and the gang arent really invovled with the first chapter, but I assure you they will, I give you my word as a Kitsune. Lol, anyway, I know ventvent written in a long time, and there are those of you who are probably ticked that I havent added to Night Terrors, but I promise thats the next update on my list.
Sorry this took so long, please review anyway ^.^; Ja ne minna san!