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At Death's Door
By : Vyper
Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female
Views: 6447 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha nor make money on my writings.
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She could feel something poking at her as she was sleeping. She swatted at it and rolled over cuddling into whatever the soft thing was, but that bright light was really getting on her nerves.

“He’s waking my Lord.”

An irritating male voice said as suddenly she was shoved away from whatever the fluffy thing was onto some hard surface hitting her head.

“Tell me something I cannot see for myself fool.”

The other man said in a low baritone voice.

“Owe……….”

She said sitting up holding her head trying to avoid the light.

“Half breed you will explain yourself.”

The low voice said.

There was only silence and then a hand reached out grasping her hair and yanking it hard pulling her head back.

“I said explain yourself!”

The voice snarled and instinctively she grasped her hair and the hand trying to get it to let go as a bunch of her hair fell over her face not allowing her to see very well other than the one with the hand wrapped in her hair had boots on and was from what she could tell tall.

“Ouch! Let go of my hair!”

She screeched.

“It seems the half breed’s voice has changed a bit my Lord.”

The annoying voice said.

“Tensaiga behaved differently when I revived him.”

The low voice said although the fist just seemed to get tighter wound in her hair.

“I swear Inuyasha I will tear every bit of this from your scalp unless you answer me.”

The low voice said.

“Ouch! Let go! I’m not Inuyasha!”

She yelled as tears formed and then she realized something. She had no boobs! Grasping her chest with one hand and still trying to pull off that offensive hand.

“Where are my boobs? Oh my god I have no boobs!”

Officially she was freaking out.

“What are you babbling about?”

The low voice said with that fist still pulling her hair.

Feeling down below something else was there that shouldn’t be there.

“I have a fucking penis? What the hell! Am I in hell? Oh my god someone kill me!”

She sobbed.

“I already killed you Inuyasha and I will choose when you die again. How dare you trick me. Now you will know true suffering.”

The low voice said as it backhanded her across the room.

“What kind of man hits a woman you asshole!”

She screeched holding her cheek.

“You are no woman although you are certainly acting like one.”

The low voice seethed.

“Well I was a woman you bastard!”

She yelled trying to fix her hair so she could see.

“You are no woman! Cease this nonsense immediately!”

The low voice roared as the tall man rushed over raising his hand to strike again only for her to cower away.

“Please don’t hit me!”

The woman trembled seeing what looked like claws on the man’s hand. Then she looked at her own hands seeing claws only to have a little green creature rush in front of her.

“As much as I like to see you torture your brother Lord Sesshoumaru he is not quite acting as himself. Perhaps we need to consult your Lady Mother more about Tensaiga before we interrogate him further.”

The little green creature stated.

“Move Jaken.”

The low voice stated.

“Yes my Lord.”

Jaken moved and Sesshoumaru grabbed the half breed by his throat.

“I do not know what game you are playing at little brother, but it will end soon.”

Sesshoumaru stated as she tried to grasp at the hands at her throat that were cutting off her air supply.

“Jaken.”

Sesshoumaru growled out.

“Yes my Lord?”

Jaken asked.

“I want the guards to watch this room. This half breed is not to escape or harm himself in any way.”

Sesshoumaru said as he cut off the air supply so well that she passed out cold.
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At Death's Door	By : Vyper Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 6447 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha nor make money on my writings.

At Death's Door