Seoul, Korea
40 kilometers from the DMZ
December 14th, 2484
A young child sat by an old well, free falling tears from his eyes, the snow mixing with them. He didn't know how long he had been there. He had never been so alone and hurt in his entire life. The child guessed this was how his brother felt when he tortured him so long ago.
"Omma..." he whimpered.
The young kid stared at the snow before him, his back against the rotten wood and death. Ahead of him stood a fate worse than death he ran across just two hours ago, leaving his soul half catatonic. He rested his head against the red and blue tassels of his death stick and tried to relax as the wind played across his body.
It just wasn't enough.
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His family were just taking a breather in their mansion...
Okay, normal house.
His mother was cleaning her Pulse Rifle, as usual. His stepmother was... well... cursing his father out for no reason at all. His brother was practicing with his sword, as always. And him... he was just half-asleep next his mother, in her room. The radio was playing some song about the wind that he knew well. Today was a special day for him. A day he cherised with all his heart.
Today was his birthday.
The dog demon woke up from his half-slumber to see a man with black hair and... PURPLE MASCARA?? That was wrong and a bit scary, but what truely frightened him were his eyes. He could tell by the look in them that he wanted him dead. Not just him, but the world.
"What is your name, boy?" he asked.
He was about to reply when an explosion shook the whole room and deafened everybody. Fortunately, the inuyoukai had covered his ears at that moment. His mother came bursting into the room with her carbine and shot everyone in sight but him. The young youkai looked for the strange man...but he was gone.
"Where's brother? And father? And-" he began.
She silenced the pup with an embrace and told him that they were fine. His step-mother and brother had gone into hiding. And his father was killing off every one of the intruders without mercy. The child thought that this couldn't be happening, that this isn't real... it just had to be a dream.
Yet, it wasn't.
"You have to go now, Inu!" his mother shouted calmly.
They both heard a high-pitched whine, his mother covered her son to protect him from shrapnel.
"Just me? Anidhae!" the younger cried, "Uri gahaedae!"
"I'm not done here Inu! Run away!" his mother yelled as she reloaded her carbine.
The child broke down and cried, clutching her military uniform in a death-grip. "No, go with me!"
"I'll be fine, run!"
"No Never!!! Go with me! Please!!"
The female inuyoukai pulled her son and whispered, "Listen to me, I will always love you. No matter what happens I will always be with you, Inu-kun. I'm not finished here, but I promise I'll never die. Go!" She started to cry as well. The younger still insisted. "I'm fine, trust me." "No... I don't wanna lose you!" "Save yourself!" "Never! I'll never go without you, mother!" "LISTEN TO ME!!!"
The younger one fell silent.
"I will come back, ahdul."
"Omma..."
The female inuyoukai looked into her son's eyes, so much like her own, and kissed him, locking lips. Her child was instantly confused at this action, but he couldn't help thinking he liked it, despite knowing how wrong it was. He closed his golden eyes and surrendered to the bliss. It contained no tongues nor teeth, but it was special: symbolizing a mother's eternal love for her son. It seemed to last forever until a zipping tracer brought the two back to reality. (Current Author Note: This really wasn't planned but I figured the whole "youkai traditions" would fit into this part. I'm making a dark satire here. Trust me peoples, I hate incest.)
"I promise, son."
With that, the older youkai got out a machine gun and a rifle from under her bed. The child recognized those weapons, they were 6.25 Yugio Junjaeng BAR and Garand, absolute antiques but they worked.
"You have to come back mom...please..." he pleaded.
"I promise." With that, she pulled the bolt on her Browning machine gun and began firing head-splitting shots.
He ran, his legs taking automatic steps.
Left, right...left, right...
He ran and ran aimlessly until he accidently stumbled right into a firefight. A grenade landed near his feet and the child immediately dove for cover, near a trench. It exploded with such force, it rattled every bone in his body. "Shi...t?" he cursed. A hand pulled him out of the hellish crossfire. "Stay down!" The child recognized that voice. "Dad?" "Happy Birthday, son!" he said cheerfully. The child felt two things pressed into his hands. One was a pistol, the other present was something that resembled a sword handle. He put away the sword handle and loaded the pistol with an abandoned clip nearby; was about to fire when his father placed a strong hand over the gun and pushed it back down. "Save it for later." The child nodded. "Now go," he said. The younger youkai began to protest, tears beginning to form again. "I'll be alright, Inu. I promise I'll get revenge against this guy." The General embraced his firstborn son one last time before letting go.
The child kept on running and running; had to hide a few times from North Korean mercenaries. After what seemed like hours he collapsed on the nearby well and cried. It began to snow, covering his frail body. One hour later he walked through soft snow, freezing winds, and total carnage back to his home.
Only to find it in ruins.
He finally came to his devastated house and searched desperately. Called out his father's name... but he didn't reply and the youkai flinched as he heard a thud from a room.
His mother's room.
He walked the way toward it, as he didn't have any strength to run. What he saw was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. It was his mother on the floor, barely alive, her chest torn open... blood trickling down her mouth. "Mo...mot..." he moaned and with renewed strength, ran to her side and held her frail body in his arms. "Mother!!!" She was very pale but alive; whispered, "Ah...dul, I want you to... to h-have these." The female demon let her slick arm fall to her rifle and bloodied silk belt. "Mom..." he cried. Then, he broke. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I tortured my brother... sorry that I loathed my stepmother... I'm sorry about everything... I love you!!!" His mother's hand touched his left cheek and she whispered softly, "I-I love you t-too and..." She smiled. "Happy Birthday, Kim." Exhaling her final breath, his mother's hand fell from his cheek but he caught it before it hit the ground.
"Omo...ni? Myeong! Omma...pl-please...wake up...w-wa...ke..."
He shook her body repeatedly to try to wake her up, to make sure she was fine and not playing a prank. But in his delicate heart he knew she was gone. He knew, because of the emptiness in his soul, the way how his heart kept ailing, causing irregular pulses. Tears blurred his vision before he tightly embraced her body close to his own and repeated his mother's name over and over again, as if was the only thing keeping him alive.
Not long after, the eleven year old Korean finally wailed.
He wiped his tears away and stood up. The child was shivering from being so cold. He looked back toward his home, where he had been for most of his life. The crack of live gunfire and explosions were in the distance, mixed with the cold wind. The inuyoukai had buried his mother next to the well. He marked her grave with her rifles and silk belt. Hesitated. Kim stared at the bullet-ridden and bloodied Tae Guk Gi in his hands and gingerly wrapped it around the M1's barrel. He sniffled, wiping away salty tears once more.
"Omo-nim...yaksohk haesohyoh..." he softly whispered.
"Heh! You'll soon be joining her!" a cold voice taunted.
The child spun around to see Senbou, his father's former best friend, and eight of his buddies standing there.
"Senbou... what are you doing here?"
"Eh? Moon-Seokah... long time no see."
His cold tone made him shiver.
One of Senbou's men spoke up, Kazuma recognized him as the bastard's friend who shot his brother. "Can we kill him yet, Song? I'm waiting to drink his blood for Yong-min." Senbou smirked, eyes gleaming with an odd look. Thw look made Kazuma feel sick to his stomach. All their faces were twisted with wolves' natural hatred of dogs. He wasn't gonna have any of it. His father's pistol was drawn, safety thumbed down, and hammer flicked back.
"If you lay a hand on me, I will claim your lives." His words were brave, but on the inside, he was scared.
The mercenaries just laughed and they all nodded. One of them shifted his foot, preparing to run. The child pulled the trigger and the pistol thundered, making his delicate ears ring. Barely heard a thud and the sickening splatter of gore. The ookami he shot had a small hole in his chest. He fell to his hands and knees, gasping for oxygen. The young child could see the wound the bullet had caused: most of the ookami's back flesh was in a bloody mess, his destroyed lung hanging out. Kim wanted to throw up. The wounded ookami he shot grasped at Senbou's legs, slicking them in crimson blood. A gun muzzle went up to his head and blew it away. The body fell to the ground, lifeless.
"How could you just kill one of your own friends!?" he screamed, stunned.
Song replied, "You just lost, Moon-Seok."
"M-mwo?"
That's went he realized two others had flanked him. Before Kazuma knew it, he was held firmly by them. One of them wrenched his pistol away and pointed a rifle at him. Senbou walked toward him and used his weapon butt to whack the child across the face. Kazuma didn't even feel it, helplessness and fear had taken over his body.
Senbou smirked hellishly.
"For too long have we been exiled since we tried to honourablely murder the General's youngest son. Now we have his firstborn, we can make an excellent example of him... and have our fun."
The child struggled violently against the ookami youkais; one of them shot him in the leg to stop his struggling. They suddenly ripped off his silk hanbok, leaving the frail body naked in the cold. He still struggled against them, Senbou personally gave him his best kick on the ribs. The child felt them collaspe inward and heard a sickening crunch. Tears were streaking down his innocent face and blood bled from his weak body, he fell to his knees, giving up and giving in.
Senbou walked around the back of him and chuckled evilly, whispered, "Once I am done with you, you will be wishing you had never lived."
The Communist yourouzoku nodded toward his fellow reds and they all started to unbuckle their... pants.
Except one.
An eighteen year old kid who thought this...payback was seriously wrong.
"Hyeongah, what are you doing? Why are you hurting Moon-Seok? Wae?" "Yun-Chan!!! AH-" "Shut up, you dog!" Senbou snarled as he kicked the poor inuyoukai in the chest again. "Why?" Senbou jerked his head from Kazuma toward his brother and glared at him. "I'll tell you why. That bastard's father," the Red pointed to Kazuma, "had Yong-Min killed for a crime he did not commit." Yun frowned. "Hyeongah, Yong-Min didn't die against his will. He-" "Silence! Yong-Min wasn't the only one who die. His whole family was killed too. Murdered by this dog from the South here."
Kazuma whimpered. Senbou punched him, telling to shut up once again as he turned to his brother.
"And we will avenge Yong-Min by killing this half-bred dog. Do you understand me?" "But he didn't kill him. Can't you see Moon-Seok just a kid...like me? Jaebal hyeong, leave him alone." "Yun-Sungah," Kim spoke, "your brother's right. Please...I'm your friend."
"The Moon-Seok I knew was an innocent shoeshine boy but he's not you."
Kim's heart crumbled at his statement, started getting desperate.
"Senbou. Please! I'm your friend! Can't you see that?! Please, don't kill me!" Kazuma clung to Yun-chan's brother's leg and stared to beg. The elder snarled at him to shut up and struck him with the butt of his rifle. Song nodded and the rest pulled out chains, real rusty ones. "Leave him alone or else I'll report you killed a civilian child," the younger Song threatened. Yun-Sung scoffed. "What are going to do? Kill me, Yun-Chan?"
"If you hurt Moon-Seokah, I-I... will."
He raised his PPSh-41. The other mercs had different ideas. They too, aimed their guns, but at the eighteen year-old ookami's head. There was lots of yelling, screaming, confusion. Senbou quickly confronted his brother and growled, "If you interfere anymore, I will kill you...right here and right now."
"We're all brothers, Yun-Sung. Nuoh, nal, Moon-Seok, and everyone else here. Let him go."
"If we are then just step away."
"Kazuma had a family and used to be happy, like us! Moon-Seok's mom dead because of us and now, you want to take away his innocence just for a fucking medal?!"
The elder ookami slapped his younger sibling. One soldier took the chance to point his sidearm at Yun-Chan's head and disarm him of his weapon. Yun-Chan glared at his brother with intense hatred and tears running down his cheeks.
"Hyeong... you loved Kim as if he was your own brother. Life used to be perfect until Yong-Min tried to kill Moon-Jin. If you had talked Yong-Min out of it, we wouldn't be here. The government wouldn't have ousted us. You wouldn't have signed up for the Choson Mercs. Yong-Min wouldn't be dead. Moon-Seok would still have his mother. We...we would still be a family!" the younger Song was breathing hard and very pissed off. His face turned melancholy and he began to sob. "Please... think about what I think."
Senbou was completely unfazed and just gazed at his brother, face stoic.
"As long as I can send you home... I don't care what you think."
The words hit Yun-Chan like a sledgehammer to the chest. He collasped on his knees, in mental overload. Did not struggle as he was forcefully dragged to his best friend. The boy had closed his eyes shut, not wanting to see Kim. One click and his eyes were open.
It was a pitiful sight.
He was already chained around his wrist and ankles that were already bruised and bloody from struggling. Kazuma sobbed and panted as he was trying his hardest to hide his modesty from 12 hungry eyes. Yun-Chan just wanted to comfort his best friend here and now, whisper sweet nothings of reassurance like a true older brother would. Both were wishing everything was just a terrible dream, that they would wake up... tell over breakfast to each of their brothers that they had a strange dream... would go to school... and life would be normal.
All that were dreams now.
Kazuma moaned in fear as Senbou's hands groped him. The Korean inuyoukai tearfully looked up to Senbou's unforgiving face and to Yun-Chan's regretful face. He wanted this to stop, this preversiveness was too much for his naive, innocent mind.
"Kouhmanhae!" Yun-Chan pleaded, but the pistol was pressed harder into his temple.
Having exhausted all his strength, Kazuma collapsed in the yourouzokus' rough grips, panting and moaning as Senbou continued to do unspeakable things to his body. A tongue licked his face before moving down his torso.
"Kouhmanhae kanna seikya!" The pistol's side moved back and chambered a bullet. Song ignored the pleas.
The child breathed as he felt the unmistakable touch that would take his innocence forever.
"H-hyeong..."
Screams were heard throughout the night.
Nightfall.
They had been content and now left him, cold and traumatized. Yun-Chan was gone, forced to fight despite his protests. They had scarred him and he now was wishing he had never lived. But, somewhere, he knew he had to keep going, his father once told him to never give up no matter what... that all looked so bleak right now. The inuyoukai got up painfully and limped toward his home. Once there, he walked toward the hidden armory his father had built, just in case. He opened the door to it and-
Nothing.
The weapons weren't there, they had taken everything. Every gun, knife, even the ammunition. Expect...
A small treasure chest in the corner.
He let out a sad smile, walked over to the chest and noticed it was covered in dried blood, it looked like somebody tried to open it and got burnt. A trickle of blood escaped from a cut on his face, it dropped on the chest but stood fresh. The child put his hands on the chest, expecting to burst into flames, but didn't. He slowly opened the ancient thing and...
"Another sword?" he asked himself, not noticing his voice was completely dull.
It was a sword, but it looked familiar. Like...
"Eh...?"
After a few minutes of pondering, he looked at it again and realized this... thing looked freaky. The only normal features were the hilt had a jewel with a mysterious rune on it and it had two beautiful red and blue silk tassels, tied to the hilt sides. The scabbard was all black and looked organic in design. The inuyoukai gently picked the sword from the chest and partly unsheathed it from it's scabbard to take a peek. The blade itself was clean and shiny, never been used. There was a Chinese engravement on the side. The young child saw his own reflection on the blade and blinked. His eyes were completely glazed over, like he had just died. He decided he had to worry about it later. It was then he noticed a note on the sword. Kazuma took the note off and began to read.
Ahdul,
If you are reading this then worse has gone to worst. This means that you will be no longer innocent and thus, no longer a child. Sorry. You will encounter extremely rough times ahead in the future but make lots of good friends...man, this letter is weird. See that closet over there? It contains a few presents. Don't be afraid and stay strong. Remember this son, no matter what happens I will anyways watch over you.
Oh...and uh...happy birthday? Okay, it's offical. I suck at writing. Go ahead and laugh.
Your father,
Janggun-nim Katsumaru Taoshi
PS: Your sword's name is "CheonBaramae", in case you were wondering. God, this letter is so cheesy... it's like from a bad anime! XD
Kazuma felt the intense urge to laugh but this time, he held it back. Emotions would come later. He picked myself up from the floor and opened the closet. Inside he found a new hanbok set, a PSP, few photos, and a steel fan. The child immediately took off his torn and bloodied hanbok and slipped on the new one. This hanbok was a little different from the others he had, it was completely black with blue highlights. 'Nice,' he thought. 'Black always suited me...or is it white?' Kazuma tied the matching silk belt around his lithe waist and pocketed the Sony. He took the family photos and wondered where to store them. The child shrugged, checked the inside of his overcoat, and found pockets. 'Hn, inside pockets.' He stowed the photos away along with his step-mother's fan. Surprisingly, he couldn't see it bulge a bit. 'Wow, the pockets must be deep.' Kazuma tried putting the small gun cleaning kit in the inside pocket, it didn't work as well so he put it away in a medical pouch. The child stood up, still holding into his sword and tied the weapon to his left waist.
After some fiddling around, he walked outside and sat beside the old well...
And that's what happened. He just fell asleep and his world was changed forever...
He smelled a sweet scent in the air and finally noticed a Mugunghwa, the national Korean flower...
Growing near his mother's gravesite.
A tear unknowingly slipped down his dirty cheek. The youkai sat on the edge of the well and leaned back like he did with his baby brother a year ago. Unfortunately, he leaned back a bit too far this time and lost his balance. It was a 50 feet trip to rock bottom. Even worse, there was a rusted metal pipe sticking out at least six inches.
"Ah!"
A few seconds later, he kissed the dirt face up and the pipe entered thru his back, piercing the left lung and sticking well out of the chest. He found it very hard to breath and the pain was excruciating. Hands instinctively grasped the pipe and tried to pull it out. No good, it was too slick with blood. He could feel his lung deflate and the blood escape from his body. Was he gonna die like this? His scared mind raced at a billion miles per hour. "Omma... please hel...p m-me..." he moaned, breathing labored and his lungs felt like they were aflame.
"Kat...su...plea...se...some...bod...y...hel...p..." he pleaded, hoping his voice could reach him spiritually. New tears began to stream down and his organic body weakened. It weakened so much, Kazuma couldn't even lift a finger. Everything around him begun to blur, he felt lifeless, the child could hear his own heartbeat echo in his ears.
Was this the way somebody felt before they died?
The inuyoukai knew he wasn't dead yet, he could still hear his weak gasps; hear his own pulse getting slower and slower. His eyes felt melting and his chest moved as if it was pushing against a car. He tried taking a breath again, it was useless. Everything was. He began to think about the time he spat out hateful words to his step-mother. 'What is wrong with me? Wae?' Everytime he acted like a fuhrer to his dad. His hands touched the Desert Eagle on his leg. 'Wae? Is this my punishment for all I have done?' Everytime he ignored his own mother. Hands soiled with dirt, blood, and semen began to draw it out. Why? Everytime he tortured his own brother. The slide moved back and chambered a bullet. 'I do deserve all this. This is my fate for everything.' The pistol barrel went into his mouth.
"I love you all."
This was for everything he had done.
Innocent golden eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now dull and dead. Pure white hair...now a blood red. A once childlike soul, now broken and ravished. A perfect life...no more.
His heart gave one last desperate beat.
And he died.
Kim Moon-Seok. Born December 14th of 2473. Killed December 14th of 2484.
End of Prologue
Authors Note: I have improved GREATLY from this simplistic writing style of mine then back 3 years ago. If you compare this to chapter eight I am currently WIP now, you will think, 'Is this guy the SAME author of this story?!' o-elol Even I thought that. :3c
BTW, if your wonderin' why Inuyashies ain't here yet...read the FIRST chappie instead of this prologue. lol
Hope you enjoyed. ^^
VRaptorX
*slams into wall of text*
wow...uh great to see you post here Kim but did you have to post an entire novel? LOL. I believe they created chapters for a reason.
I'll read it later ok.
exceed zero
VRaptorX wrote:
*slams into wall of text*
wow...uh great to see you post here Kim but did you have to post an entire novel? LOL. I believe they created chapters for a reason.
I'll read it later ok.
ROFLZ!!! XD Then you'd HATE my other chapters. They're as long (or even longer) than this one... XD
Entire novel? ROFLZ! This is only the prologue of my UBER-EPIC story. It chronicals the teen life of my first OC and just how he "meets" the gang. Don't worry, he ain't a Gary Stu. -_^ He'll become more corrupt as the story goes on... Heh he! >:3
As an added bonus, he'll kill Kagome for you! How nice! ROFLZ!!!
I still have a LONG way to go to finishing this beloved story of mine...
You seem to like slamming into walls of text, don't you? XD lol
Lyssandra
I was a little confused, because it didn't relate much to Inuyasha, but I'm glad that you replied to VRap, because it cleared up that confusion for me. Can't wait for the new chapter.
exceed zero
glad you liked it. ^^
It's just too bad my story at FF.net has only 35 reviews... nobody even bothers. T_T
Oh well. lol
exceed zero
Next chapter! XD
I hate the ungodly amount of spacing I put in this one. Get to work... >_<
A Mother's Love
Ch. 1: Welcome to Dongmakgol
Somewhere in Japan
1 mile from Edo.
December 15th, 1564?
What. The. F-?!
Twas a completely normal winter morning in the Sengoku Jidai. The sky was covered by an endless vast of grey-white clouds, the snow gently falling in moderate amounts. Demons and humans alike woke under the peaceful atmosphere, not even a certain hanyou complaining. All was good.
"Oi Kagome! C'mon, we gotta get movin'!" Inuyasha, once again, called for the billionth time.
"Inuyasha, can't we get any sleep around here?!" Shippou yelled.
"He's right Inuyasha! Besides, it's early in the morning!!!" a half-awake Sango argued.
"Keh! It's early in the morning! So what?"
"Inuyasha, humans need their sleep... which reminds me...."
Miroku, for the millionth time, tried to grope Sango but failed miserably, falling back to sleep in the process. Sango also tried to slap him, but she too fell asleep... right on top of Miroku's back.
"...uhg... osuwari..." Kagome mumbled... in her sleep.
A yelp and slam.
5 seconds later, Inuyasha picked himself off the wooden floor and grumbled softly.
"Arugh. If anyone's gonna be lookin' for me, I'll be outside!"
The inuhanyou went outside and immediately picked up an unmistakable scent.
"Sesshoumaru..."
Inuyasha followed the scent and ran north.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else in the frozen wastelands...
A person who looked a lot like a familiar inuyoukai lord was peacefully asleep admist the chilling air and snow fall. He was wearing a jet black hanbok with white cranes on the enlongated square sleeves and shoulders; with a matching silk belt. A Chinese style sword was crossed at the hip. A "pistol", as the modern world called it, was in a hand...
The inuyoukai moaned and slowly opened his eyes, the left iris a honey gold, the other a blood red. It was blurry and all he saw was black. First thoughts?
'Am I dead?'
"Nope... you're still alive," a feminine voice resonated.
"Ah, jenjangae shibbal!" he jumped to his senses and pointed his pistol left and right.
"Kim... you better watch it!"
He froze.
Kim.
Nobody used his real name. But...
'O-omma...?'
A tall female figure appeared out of the air. Waha. Amazingly long black hair, as dark as the night, dressed in white, face as lush and warm as remembered, blood red eyes glimmering with happiness. Just like home...
"But... but you're...d..."
"Jesong ahdul."
The inuyoukai slumped to the ground, back against a tree. "So... you r-really are..." he faltered, and his eyes widened. 'Wha happened to the others-' She silenced her son with a loving embrace and the other returned it. "They're all fine, Moon-Seok." The woman looked thoughtfully at her son and added, "Do you know where you are?" The younger shook his head. "Aniyoh..." "Hint: You watched it with your brother, complaining about the unrealisticness."
Kim had the classic "ZOMG! You have to be joking." look on his face.
"Mwoyah?! The Sengoku Jidai? You mean that time period in that InuYasha anime?! I thought it was all fake!" She laughed. "Then how do you explain that Sesshoumaru guy lookin' like you? And youkwe? And our supah-powers? And-" (Author Note: LOL, 4th wall broken!!!)
"I get it." Kim quickly changed the subject...then finally noted his deeper voice. "I suddenly feel a lot older, Myeong. Waeyoh?"
"Look at yourself, Moon-Seok!" the woman named Myeong chimed mirthfully.
The male dog demon looked at himself... and almost passed out. His body had developed muscles and felt taller too. He was fifteen. His mother giggled. "Ai! Na...nal yol tasotsalimyoh!?" "Yeh..." his mother replied as if was the simplest thing in the world. The son glanced at the mother, confused and still shocked. "O-ottoughaeyoh?" Myeong's red eyes twinkled as she smiled.
"You will find out."
The boy frowned. His mother always liked to make things tougher on him and make him think. "Besides, you need to find a way out of here. It'll take a few months, I suppose."
"Yayz," Moon-Seok sarcasticly piped. "Wait...EH?! A few months?!"
His mother smirked. "You're going to make some friends and you might need this." She handed him an olive drab bag. "Hey, it's my cleaning kit! How'd you know?" The woman just tweaked Moon-Seok's ears. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "You know I hate that!" The female demon just scoffed. After a minute, her bright red eyes saddened. "I have to be going now, son..."
"Mwo? An-" Kim was interrupted by his mother putting a finger on his lips as Myeong took her son's hand and entwined her fingers with his own.
"Ahdul. Remember, I'll always be with you. And don't die on me."
He nodded; buried his head on his mother's chest and cried, remembering everything.
"I'm so sorry, Moon-Seok. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise."
Myeong stroked her son's silver hair and held him tight.
The two Koreans stayed like that; the mother comforting and the son crying.
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Inuyasha narrowed his eyes as he caught Sesshoumaru's scent so early in the morning. That was a little strange, they had crossed paths and fought yesterday. So he decided to investigate why, who the heck knows? Maybe his brother was here to say that he was gonna give up on trying to kill him. Inuyasha scoffed. "Keh. Like that'll ever happen. He's way too damn stubborn to give up on anything."
The hanyou's right hand tapped the hilt of Tessaiga, uncertain if he would use it or not on Sesshoumaru. He most likely wouldn't if he was sleeping. Wait a sec, if he was sleeping, which was very slim since he was wide awake yesterday, then why was Inuyasha checking? It's not as if he cared what happened to the bastard.
After a musing and a cup of joe later (XD), Inuyasha finally reached his destination... and saw something strange.
Sesshoumaru was sleeping.
Not just simply sleeping but sleeping under a tree. Inuyasha was a bit stunned at the fact that his half-brother had made it this far without alerting any villagers. And the fact that he wasn't wearing his armor and he wore a black "kimono". But that wasn't what had caught Inuyasha's attention. It was the shiny thing in his hand. 'What did Kagome call them again? Gunz or something...' The hanyou got curious so he couched down and started poking the metal things. Little did he know that the other youkai had a little surprise for him...
Let's just say, "You scream, I scream, we all scream for IK".
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"What was that?!" Kagome's voice yelled.
"It sounded like Inuyasha... screaming!" Shippou remarked.
"You think we should help him?" Sango asked to the others.
A gruff scream of terror, followed a childish squeal.
"..."
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Inuyasha screamed again, louder than before. But he wasn't screaming because he was in pain. It was because-
"Moon-Jinah!"
The inuyoukai's right arm wrapped around Inuyasha's back, crushing him. Okay... not crushed, but rather a strong embrace. Still, it surprised Inuyasha so much that he yelped loudly.
'Somebody help me!'
"I missed you so much, Inu-chan!" the inuyoukai yelled.
Inuyasha pushed away from his "half-brother".
"What the hell?! I thought you hated me!"
"Wha?" the other flautered. "We're brothers."
Inuyasha snapped and, eyes blazing with anger, punched his sibling in the chest. The latter didn't even block it as he stumbled back, bangs covering his expression. The hanyou smirked. "What's wrong? Lost touch?" Inuyasha barely heard a murmur. "Hm...?" He focused his ears...then got a startle.
"Don't leave me again..." With that, the other inuyoukai lifted his head, uncovering his eyes.
Inuyasha sucked in his breath.
Both eyes were a different color, Inuyasha could tell the left was a normal gold but the other was a blood red. But that wasn't what surprised him. His eyes were completely glazed over, as if he was dead. There was absolutely nothing in the eyes. Just dead. There was nothing in them, no hate, no coldness, love... nothing.
'What happened to you, Sesshoumaru?' Inuyasha thought. 'You look... broken. What caused you to giv- no, the bastard hates me. I should hate him too.'
"Tongsaeng...ah..."
"Inuyasha!!!" Kagome's voice called out.
"Oi! Kag- oof!"
The black-clad demon crashed into Inuyasha and wrapped his arms around him.
"Inu...ya...sha..." he sobbed.
"What in hell?!" Inuyasha yelped.
"Inu-yasha...ple...ase, I- I- I'm so sc...ared!"
Inuyasha tried pushing away from his "brother", instead he just cried harder.
"I...don'...t...wa...nna... b-be...alo...ne! T-tongsaeng, do..n't leave... m-me...a...gain!"
Inuyasha couldn't get out of an iron grip as the others reached them.
"Inuyasha, is that... S-Sesshoumaru?" Miroku asked, dumbfounded.
"Oh, I must be dreaming!" Sango exclaimed, looking just as shocked before slapping herself. "Ow!"
Shippou and Kagome were shocked and pretty much had nothing to say.
"G-guys, it's NOT what you think!!" Inuyasha said desparately (as he started to get crushed).
"OSUWARI!!!"
Somebody was in a world of hurt.
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Kim woke up with a jolt. The dog demon was breathing heavily and it was evident that he had a nightmare. He put a hand to his head and exhaled. It was then he took notice of his surroundings. He looked around a bit and tilted his head.
"Unhuuh... where am I?" he whispered to himself. Kazuma looked around even more, took note of the wood walls, coming to a conclusion. "Must be in a hut... so I guess mother was right..."
The inuyoukai looked at his clothes saw that they were changed: instead of his black hanbok he was wearing a green and orange yukata. "Whoever dressed me certainly doesn't have any taste." Kazuma then suddenly heard some voices talking. He couldn't make out the words but he definitely knew they were talking about him. "Might as well go meet 'em..." He spotted his black hanbok neatly folded nearby. "After I change."
Kazuma stood up and quietly slipped off the yukata, letting it fall on the wooden floor carelessly. He just as quietly put on his hanbok and folded the fallen silk quickly but carefully. It was then he took notice that his weapons were missing. "Huh, they must be in the next room."
"Oi, what this?" a childish voice asked from the other side.
"Shippou-chan, don't touch that!" a young female voice warned.
"Neh, definitely in the other room." The inuyoukai sighed and took a last look around the room he was in before deciding to going outside. "Well... here I go." Kazuma walked calmly out of the room and was immediately hit by soft daylight and white snow everywhere. He smiled softly.
"Reminds me of that one song..."
The 15 year old dog demon advanced slowly to the next room, taking his time and glancing at the peaceful atmosphere before him.
'Mother would've loved this...' he thought.
Kazuma reached the door and stopped in his tracks, hearing the slow puffs of breathing. 'Wow, this strange. I actually hear them breathing and I'm not even trying to listen.' Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few kids playing in the snow. The only problem was...they were tiny. He fully turned his head...and snapped back to the door post, eyes wide in shock. 'No way... I saw that with my peripheral vision? That's a kilometer away! Something's not right...' he thought. Dazed but determinded to find answers to this oddity, the inuyoukai rapped his knuckles on the door.
"Come in, Inuyasha," a slightly older female voice said.
Kim was a bit confused, why would some complete strangers know his younger brother's other name?
"I said you can come in." the same voice repeated.
He put aside the ailly thought and slid open the door, finding three bewildered humans, a twitching kitsune, and a growling two-tailed neko.
"Uh...hi?" the dog demon greeted, a shy smile on his childish features.
After seconds of an uneasy silence, the human male was the first to speak.
"Your awake...Sesshoumaru," he said.
Kim tried to talk but instead, he suddenly found himself afraid and shy.
"Um...wha?"
"Sesshoumaru. Can't you remember?"
The inuyoukai shook his head as his legs carried him into the room.
The others looked just as confused as Kazuma but they were alert.
Kazuma observed his surroundings and sniffed randomly, instantly picking up overwhelming scents. 'What... my sense of smell too?' He sniffed deeply this time and picked up a hint of strawberries. 'That must be the girl with the school uniform...' The inuyoukai shyly walked over to the girl and sat down next to her. He could smell fear and nervousness on the girl. Suddenly, Kazuma had this urge to poke her, just to see her reaction. He silently and slowly inched his finger toward the girl, meaning to poke her in her ribs... but accidently poked her left breast.
Kim blushed. 'Wow...they're...soft? Oh God, what am I thinking?!'
His state of panic caused his hand to "cop a feel". Thus, much chaos followed.
"KYAH!!!"
"What's wrong Kagome-chan?" the older girl asked, worried.
"Something...just..." the girl named Kagome stuttered out and pointed to her chest.
Everyone looked at Kazuma. The inuyoukai had an innocent face and was minding his own business. "Ahem..."
"Ne?"
"Apologize to Kagome-chan right now!" the older girl exclaimed.
Kazuma looked down to the floor and slightly shook his head. Big mistake.
A flaming atmosphere burst around the woman. "NOW!" she demanded.
"Okay..."
The inuyoukai walked up to Kagome and barely whispered, "Gomen, I... I really didn't mean to..." He hid his red eye in his bangs and fell silent. "Um... Sessho-" Kagome began. Kazuma put a clawed hand on Kagome's shoulder and... tightly hugged her. He began to tear up again and the schoolgirl blushed slightly.
The others immediately reacted, but the inuyoukai already had a clawed hand on the back of Kagome's neck.
"You demon! Let go of Kagome-chan right now!"
The inuyoukai immediately complied and backed away to the darkest corner of the room, fear written in his eyes. His frail body shivered and he hid his face in his hands, trying not to break down.
Kagome looked extremely surprised that a demon, more specifically Sesshoumaru, had apologized and hugged her. She was even shocked that her friends had frightened him. But this wasn't right, Sesshoumaru would never do this in a billion years, so the schoolgirl came up with a guess. It was a long shot, but this guy was probably somebody else, maybe his reincarnation. 'But that's impossible, Sesshoumaru's still alive... there can't be two alike souls living at the same time, right?' Kagome was so caught up in her thoughts, that she blurted out one question. Actually, it was more of an accusation.
"Who are you and what have you done to Sesshoumaru?"
The meek dog demon looked around innocently and he slowly stood up. He walked over to Kagome, everyone else tightened their grips on their weapons. Kim placed his lips right next to the schoolgirl's ear and softly replied, "Kazuma." Everyone else lowered their weapons, seeing as the youkai was not a threat...yet.
Kagome looked somewhat embarrassed and answered, "Higurashi Kagome." She pointed to the others and said, "The older girl is Sango, the man in the robes is Miroku, the kitsune is Shippou, and the neko is Kirara."
"Kagome... what's this?" the kitsune named Shippou pointed to a small metal object lying near the right corner of the room. It was very shiny. You MUST remember that!
"Well...remember all the things you guys asked about my era? And what we used for weapons?"
Everyone nodded their heads.
"You mean this is one of those 'guns', Kagome-chan?" Sango replied.
A "yes" from the girl confirmed.
Just then, a certain hanyou we all know and love came bursting into the room.
"Where's the youkai- Sesshoumaru?!" Inuyasha instantly grabbed Kazuma by his neck and pinned him against the wall. Kazuma grasped Inuyasha's wrist and struggled to get free. "You! What are you doing here?!"
"Osuwari."
Inuyasha and Kazuma went crashing facefirst onto the wooden floor in the hut; Inuyasha lifted his head up while Kazuma just twitched once.
"What did you do that for wench!? That's Sesshoumaru!"
"Inuyasha, he's not him. He may look like him, but he's not who you think he is!" Kagome calmly said, then added, "Besides, his eyes are..." the schoolgirl looked into Kazuma's eyes. "Two different colours?"
"Keh!"
Inuyasha turned toward Kazuma and gave him an icy glare. The latter just smiled shyly and muttered, "Uh...hi, brother."
"What the...? I'm not your brother!"
Not the right thing to say on Inuyasha's part.
Kazuma's small smile turned into a frown and his already dead eyes seemed to grow deader, which couldn't be physically possible. Everyone in the room noticed this and mentally shivered.
He walked over to a lone corner of the room and sat down, his dual-colored eyes looking about as awake as a comatose patient, much less alert enough to listen to anything. He blinked once, as if realizing something but he eventually shrugged it off, the blank look still in his eyes. Everyone wondered why the inuyoukai's eyes were like that, as if he had just died. It stayed silent for a minute, that's when Kagome decided to ask.
"Why are you eyes like that, Kazuma?" she casually asked.
Kazuma turned his head to one side, a childish gesture of confusion.
"You look...dead. Did something happen to you? Family, per-"
Kagome stopped as the dog demon ground his teeth and sent a glare to her that rivaled Sesshoumaru's.
'Well that's rude...but, then again...' the schoolgirl glanced at Kazuma's fogged red orb and couldn't help but close her own eyes. 'I can understand... he needs time.'
Kazuma reached into his black hanbok and pulled out a square piece of white paper that Kagome recognized.
'A photo?' she thought.
The inuyoukai traced a claw over the photo and his hands began tremble. Kazuma clutched the tiny photo to his chest and tears began to form in his eyes. He wiped them away before the salty water could roll down his cheeks and with any words, stepped outside. As soon as he closed the door, the group began to talk amongst themselves.
"Kagome, do you know who he is? He looks like he's from your time," Sango asked. "Iie... and I don't know if any youkai exist in my time." Inuyasha huffed, crossing his arms. "Well, if he's not Sesshoumaru... he may work for Naraku!" "Inuyasha, don't jump to conclusions!" Kagome chided. "Yeah? Well then, I'm ask him myself!"
She started to protest, but Inuyasha was already out the door. Once out, the hanyou immediately noticed a small photo in Kazuma's hands. Being a hanyou with excellent vision, Inuyasha saw a happy family of three inuyoukais, one human, and one inuhanyou. 'Impossible... that's... my family...how can, argh I guess I'll ask him.'
"Hey you."
Kazuma ripped his gaze from the photo and gazed at him with innocently.
"I want to ask you a few questions," Inuyasha said. Kazuma replied so softly, Inuyasha barely heard him. "Sure, I'll talk. Sit next to me." It didn't seem wise to refuse, Inuyasha could sense the other was on the edge. One wrong move and he would be lost. Probably forever. There was a moment of silence between the two, until the younger said, "Go ahead."
"First of all, who are you?"
"Well... since I'm in the past and I take it you're not my brother, my name is Kazuma Inu Taoshi. I'm a half Japanese inuyoukai and el... fifteen years old." "Same age as Kagome, huh?" He nodded. "Next question, where did you come from?"
He was about to answer when Inuyasha slammed into the snowy ground. The inn door opened and the schoolgirl came out. "Uh...sorry about that," she apologized.
Kazuma just smiled sweetly.
Inuyasha picked himself up from the ground again, his face covered in dirt and snow. "What'd you do that for?!" "Calm down Inuyasha, besides look at him!" Kagome pointed to Kazuma, who was looking up at the white wind dejectedly. "Keh, I guess you're... right."
Kagome felt a tap on her shoulder, almost scaring her again. "Oh right, anyways...what year do you live in?" "Mw-" Kazuma caught his native Korean version of "what", and opted for the Japanese word, "Nani?" The schoolgirl repeated her question innocently. He paused...reluctant to tell her the year he lived in, too many memories...but he did anyways.
"2484?"
Three gasps were heard behind Kazuma. The inuyoukai jumped to his feet at this and his heart was thumped wildly in his chest. That caused him to lose his footing and slip right into Inuyasha's arms. Everyone else stared at them.
"Nhrgh... could you get offa me?"
Truth was, Kazuma never wanted this to end. He wasn't gay or anything but... he just wanted to be held. Especially after... his mother's death. Hell, the rest of his family was probably dead anyway. 'No...' Kazuma thought, 'the rest of my family isn't dead, their all too strong to die. I just have to get back to them...somehow.'
"Oi! I said, could you get off?"
Kazuma quickly removed himself from the inuhanyou's arms to avoid any conflict.
"So... you come from the future, like Kagome?" the monk in the purple and black robes asked.
The "15" year-old inuyoukai nodded.
"But that still doesn't explain what your doing with guns," Kagome said, pointing to the room.
Kazuma opened his mouth to speak, but memories he wanted to forget resurfaced in his mind. Gunfire, cries and screams, warm blood, explosions, fatigue, pain, and then... nothing. The inuyoukai dropped his head, refusing to talk.
"You...don't want to talk? Well Kazuma, let's get you inside."
"It's really cold, you know!" Shippou added.
Kazuma nodded but stood his ground.
"You want to stay out a little more?" Sango asked. Another nod. "Okay, just don't catch a cold."
"Keh, youkai can't get sick. All of you know that."
The others went in as Kazuma stood in the snow. He closed his eyes and shed just one tear. "Omonim...wae gahsohyoh?" The inuyoukai wiped away the salty water and stared at it, wondering if-
"Kazuma. We're waiting for you," Kagome's voice called.
He exhaled and finally walked in the hut.
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AN: Meh, I think this chapter's too long. A bit boring too. But it had fluff in it. Go fluff!! XD But don't worry, the 2nd will start with a BANG! And this story is also in memory of my mother, who died of leukiema years ago. ;(
Ah yes, here's another list of...
Korean Terms
"Jesonghamnida": translates to "I'm very sorry."
"Na yoltasot salimnida": translates to "I'm fifteen years old?"
"Tongsaeng": literially means "Younger sibling". I know older sibs usually call their younger sibs by name, but Kazuma likes to use this word on basis.
"Moon-Jinah!": Finally! Kazuma's younger brother's name is revealed!!1 Actually, it's me starting to be not such a lazy butt. The "ah" is pretty similar to Japan's "chan" suffix. Use if you have a Korean friend.
"Ottoukae": translates to "How?" This word can be used in different meanings, such as "How could you?!" and so on.
"Neh": means "Yes". Strangely, this can mean also "root" in Japanese. LOL!
"Ani": No! Really, I'm serious. "Ani" means "No" in Korean.
"Omonim...wae gahsohyoh": translates to "Mother...why did you have to go?" The "yoh" is one of the many honorifics used when addressing an elder, parent or not.
