InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Curse of the Prayer Beads ❯ A Familar Name ( Chapter 4 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Jaken, Rin, or Sesshomaru.

Ok so I sat in a car for 7 hours with my dad on our way to a family reunion (which was not fun), 14 hours if you count the return trip, listening to Evanescence, a burned CD I stole from my sister, Shana Twain (I think that's how you spell it), Savage Garden, and Josh Groban. We didn't listen much to Josh Groban because dad said it was sleepy music. There was one thing I learned from that trip and that was that dad taps his fingers on the stick shift to the beat of the music when he likes a certain song which means he likes We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister.

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The days of this preposterous journey turned into weeks yet still she did not tell any details about her plans of revenge or the perpetrator for which she hunted.

When day became night we set up camp. Rin and Jaken slept peacefully next to Ah Un, close enough to the fire to feel its warmth. The woman sat on a large log next to the fire the flames dancing in her beautiful icy blue eyes, the hints of yellow and green hardly visible. I also sat next to the fire though not for warmth.

She seemed mesmerized by the dancing flames. I, too, watched the flames and was lost in its ever-changing form.

“You look beautiful in the fire light,” I was instantly snapped out of the calmness of the fire and looked at her, “The fire reminds me of Zel. His eyes are the color of fire.”

Zel… what a peculiar name… and strangely familiar. “Is he the one you wish to avenge?”

“Yes,” she answered. She snapped out of her dreaming state and glared at me, “I'm going to sleep,” she said crisply. With that she stood up, brushed her butt off, moved to the other side of the fire, and lied down, her back turned to me.

The name sat at the edge of memory tantalizing me with its familiarity.

Eyes of flame. I had encountered no demon with such eyes and humans don't have red, orange or yellow as a natural eye color let alone mixed together. But, if Sen knew this person then I have not met him in the present but in the past.

Unfortunately the peculiar name and meager description ignited no spark of memory but of the feeling that I knew this man from my childhood.

The name sat at the edge of memory, tantalizing and frustrating me with its familiarity.

Author's Note: you are all nut-bunnies! I tell you to read my other story Helper of the Darkness but I only have 23 hits counting the hits I get from both Fanfiction and Mediaminer. Sesshomaru's a freakin' god for crying out loud! One of my friends that read both of my stories liked Helper of the Darkness better than Curse of the Prayer Beads. I don't know whether to take her opinion to heart or not but can you at least take the time to read the first chapter? Thank you for listening to my plea and reading Curse of the Prayer Beads and if my hits don't go up for Helper of the Darkness I will be really sad.

Vickey: thank you for your high opinion of my story. Little do you know that I stole this idea from some guy named Moonglare… oh wait, did I say that out loud? If you're looking for creativity check out my story Helper of the Darkness, it's an Inuyasha fanfic even if it doesn't have all the characters from the show.

Moonguardian101 and animebishielover (since you both said basically the same thing): how did you know I was gonna do that! Guess I'm not as creative as Vickey thinks I am. I'm going to go cry in a corner now.

Kazmir: 4 chapters and still going! I can feel the love.

Chrosis: I do not respond well to threats so if you like this that much then get down on your knees and beg vermin.