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Walks at Midnight
By : Henrietta
Category: InuYasha > General
Views: 4163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter List
- 1-Walks at Midnight
- 2-Whiskey
- 3-Blood
- 4-Swamp
- 5-The Girl
- 6-Bugs
- 7-Poetry
- 8-Braids
- 9-Dead Man Walking
- 10-Trouble
- 11-News
- 12-The Wind
- 13-Plans
- 14-Vengeance
- 15-Cleaning up
- 16-Souls
- 17-For Erin
- 18-Alive again
- 19-The Search
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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Fortune learned that his new acquaintance�s name was Sesshoumaru, and he was here visiting from Japan, but no further information seemed forthcoming from his new companion. It had been easy for Fortune to convince Sesshoumaru to join him for a drink. Sesshoumaru had nodded and moved to follow Fortune with no apparent fear or hesitation. While walking, Fortune had explained who and what he was, with no little pride.

The two now sat across the table from one another in a dark corner of a nearby bar. The bar was known as an old smuggler�s meeting place which had somehow lasted since the early 1800's. It was a dismal little place, seeming to match its claim to fame as a place of ill repute. It was small and cramped with a low ceiling and surprisingly few tourists, perhaps they found it to be boring since there were no karaoke machines or dance floor. More importantly, it was not a vampire hangout, which worked in Fortune�s favor, since he did not want a repeat of earlier attack. He simply wanted to learn more about this curious being that now sat in front of him.

The two stared at one another from across the small, round table.

Sesshoumaru wore his usual cold expression, devoid of any trace of emotion.

Fortune smiled back at him. His smile might have appeared quite amicable had it not been for his vampiric features. As it was, it seemed to make the waitress nervous.

It's simply too much, Fortune thought. How can he just sit there staring, registering no emotion; no curiosity, no displeasure, no irritation, not anything at all? His lack of expression was perplexing, but it also struck Fortune as a tad humorous. At least, humorous in the way that you might wish to tease one of the Buckingham Palace guards. Fortune was almost tempted to make a face or stick out his tongue just to see if it would make a dent in Sesshoumaru�s cold visage. His smile broadened at the thought.

At any rate, Fortune was prepared to accept that his new �friend� was not quite all there.

Is he perhaps daydreaming?

Fortune�s eyes narrowed as he edged forward slightly, trying to decide if his companion was indeed skylarking.

Sesshoumaru, on the other hand, was most definitely attending to the actions of the deadly looking vampire sitting across the table from him. Fortune looked human, if you disregarded his impossibly smooth, pale features and inhumanly intense eyes. He did not fully trust this creature�s invitation to have an innocent little drink and conversation. Were they expected to become friends or some such drabble? And his suspicions were greatly increased by the predatory leer that currently graced the vampire�s features, especially since the vampire seemed genuinely amused at something. Sesshoumaru had a sneaking suspicion that the �something� was himself.

�Am I doing something that amuses you, vampire?�

Fortune was startled out of his musings by Sesshoumaru�s rich, monotone voice. His curiosity about Sesshoumaru had deteriorated into amusing himself with images at companion�s expense. He had been imagining tossing his glass of whiskey in Sesshoumaru�s face, while an unmoved Sesshoumaru looked on stoically, whiskey dripping down his face and hair. Fortune chuckled aloud at his musings. Sesshoumaru�s seriousness left him feeling downright mischievous. He wondered if he usually had this affect on others that he met. Fortune decided that others would most likely find him to be intimidating.

�I�m afraid it is you who is amusing me.� Fortune smiled.

�Why?�

�Mainly, because of your expression. You look very... stoic.�

�And, you are not, I suppose.�

�No,� Fortune answered quickly and truthfully. He had a passionate nature, and enjoyed the art of living. Time, however, eventually took its toll on passion. The drudgery of repeating the same actions over and over eventually leeched the pleasure from even the most violent and vivid actions. That alone was why Fortune had enjoyed being surprised, had asked Sesshoumaru to have a drink with him, and why his present company was yielding a surprising amount of amusement. So, here the two of them were, sitting at an undersized table with two neglected glasses of whiskey.

�Sesshoumaru,� Fortune ventured when his companion did not seem eager to continue talking, �you are obviously not human...�

�No.�

�And you are certainly not a vampire, a ghost, or like anything I have met before. May I ask? What kind of man are you?�

�I am a youkai.�

Fortune had not been expecting Sesshoumaru to answer his question, at least not without a little further prodding. �Youkai,� Fortune repeated, �I am not familiar with that term. Explain, if you will?�

�Youkai are imbued with the power of youki, a force which enables youkai to practice magic, conjure, fight, transform, and heal, along with various other abilities specific to the individual youkai. There were once many youkai in my homeland of various forms and strengths, but they have long since vanished.�

�Oh, why is that?� He did not quite understand everything that this youkai, Sesshoumaru, was describing, but decided it best to stick with one question at a time.

�As humans have increased greatly in numbers, youkai have disappeared due to fighting amongst themselves, slaughter, purification, breeding with humans�.�

�Breeding with humans? Your kind can reproduce with humans? Interesting.�

�My brother was half human.�

Fortune detected the tiniest hint of something in Sesshoumaru�s voice, making him think that perhaps there was hope for his new friend after all. At this point, Fortune had left money for the waitress and the two had headed out the door and into the crowded streets.

The two moved easily through the drunken revelers, only receiving a few stares from those whose brains were not completely addled with alcohol. Soon, the crowds thinned and Fortune and Sesshoumaru found themselves walking alone down the darkened streets.

Sesshoumaru relaxed somewhat. Talking with Fortune was mildly entertaining and even though Sesshoumaru had never been much for idle conversation, it had been quite a long time since he had spoken more than a few sentences to anyone. He had no interest in engaging the humans around him in conversation simply for conversation�s sake. So, despite a stray interesting human here and there, Sesshoumaru had been keeping mainly to himself over the past century or two. Sesshoumaru decided he would enjoy talking with his new �friend�.

After a few blocks, Fortune spotted a lone male stumbling around the corner. Fortune stepped up to the stranger, who seemed to be in his early 20's and reeked of alcohol and vomit.

�How many youkai are left now?� Fortune asked as he placed his hand on the stranger�s shoulder.

�Few. I am quite possibly the last,� Sesshoumaru answered with a trace of a sigh. He noticed that the smell of beer and vomit was now laced with fear.

�The last.� Fortune tilted his head to the side and looked back at Sesshoumaru as he tightened his grip on the now struggling man�s shoulder. �How tragic. So you are most likely all alone in the world now.�

�My situation is not so unpleasant. I have had many centuries to adjust to the change.�

�Oh.� Fortune�s hand paused in the act of twisting the of the young man�s head to the side to stare back at Sesshoumaru.

�You are immortal. How many��

Sesshoumaru casually interrupted. �Fortune, your prey is getting rather vocal.�

�True.� Fortune whirled back toward his human prey, which was alternately yelling obscenities and calling to a friend for help.

�Fuck you! Let go of me, you creepy homo asshole. Fraannnk!� Apparently, the rush of fear-laced adrenaline had worked like a bucket of cold water on the drunken young man.

Fortune pulled the young man�s head to the side, exposing his neck. He sunk his fangs into the flesh and began to feed.

Sesshoumaru waited patiently until Fortune dropped his now limp victim to the ground.

�It must get a bit boring with no one to talk to except humans. It is not easy for humans to understand certain things.�

Fortune resumed walking gracefully down the now empty street.

Sesshoumaru followed. �Recently, traveling has offered some mild respite from boredom.�

�Hm, I�m sure.� Fortune began thinking of his own battle against boredom throughout the centuries. As they walked together, talking idly, Fortune realized how different it was talking to Sesshoumaru as opposed to another vampire companion. Sesshoumaru had an almost clean feeling about him, similar to when Fortune was able to converse freely with a human. But of course, conversing with Sesshoumaru also held the advantage that he was a fellow immortal with a good understanding of what it was like to walk the earth for centuries, separated from humanity.

In the least, he mused, this might make for an interesting friendship or at least a few engaging conversations.

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2nd disclaimer: No drunken college students were harmed in the writing of this fic. In fact, his name is Bubba and he worked surprisingly well with Fortune and Sesshoumaru to create that creepy scene above. Bubba is now in bed sleeping off his massive hangover.

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Walks at Midnight	By : Henrietta Category: InuYasha > General Views: 4163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

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