Tijiya
Hanyou
Spirit Detective
Go ahead, touch her and see what happens.
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Post by Tijiya on May 15, 2006 16:54:27 GMT -5
Rating: Pg-13 (Possibility of going up)
Genere: Action/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer: Inuyasha (c) Rumiko Takahashi Yu Yu Hakusho (c) Yoshihiro Togashi
Warnings: (Possibly in the future, depends on where it goes)
Summary: The well sealed, the news of a shrine burnt to the ground, the daughter missing. It happened all in one night, now she is forced to wander the streets with her adoptive son.
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Tijiya
Hanyou
Spirit Detective
Go ahead, touch her and see what happens.
Posts: 189
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Post by Tijiya on May 15, 2006 16:55:22 GMT -5
A young woman trudged through the darkening streets. Her royal blue eyes, that normaly sparkled with life, were dull and almost lifeless. She looked as though her knees would buckle at any given moment. Her right wrist was broken and there was a deep gash on her left shoulder. A trail of blood came from a scratch on the side of her head. Her black hair was coming out of the neat bun it used to be in. Her dark blue fighting Kimono was ripped in several places. The bottom was burnt, it used to fall to her ankles now it came to her knees. The kimono was also caked with blood, not just her own, but that of several youkai....and her friends. Around her neck, the Shikon no Tama shone through the ashes that covered it. The Shikon no Tama was complete, but at what cost? Was it worth the pain and torment they had gone through? Was it worth the lives of thousands? Was it worth the well being destroyed, never being able to return again? Was it worth the lives of her friends? She had seen them all fall, one by one, by her very own eyes and she had been unable to help. Just like always, she had never been strong enough. Was it worth wandering in the streets like a lost puppy trying to find someone to turn to? In her arms was a small bundle, she clung to it tightly. It was the only thing she had left, he was the only thing she had left. She knew that she was miles from her original home, miles away from the horror her mother made her run from. She was certain that the burning of the shrine was all over the news by now. She didn't know where she was, nor did she care. Tears spilt from her eyes down her cheeks. She had to be strong, she had to. For her dead friends, dead family, and for the last person she had left. That's why she kept on walking, she had to find shelter, though no one was willing to bring in a stranger this late at night. She collapsed to her knees near a park, her eyes drooped. It had been so long since she last slept or ate. She figured it must have been a day since her mother made her run. Holding the bundle close to her she put her head down and prayed to the gods.
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