Ruby's Adventures -- Inuyasha
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sinful_lynxTitle: Violet
Fandom: Inuyasha/FMA
Characters/Pairings: Rin; Ruby
Rating: PG
Warnings: RubyKitty!
Author Note: Again, I twisted Ruby's role to fit more in with the fandom so that I may use it for future and it simply comes out easier if he's a part of it rather than changing everything. Anyway, I hope you like, Daddy!
Summary: Even if it's a lie, even if he may never see her again, he wants to.
Disclaimer: Don't own the icon or InuYasha. Ruby belongs to Daddy
He's been watching, now, for little over an hour. Clouds have passed by, the wind has changed directions and still she moves from flower to flower, picking only the brightest, only the best, for some bouquet he can only assume. She hums songs to herself, has no problem getting dirty and it seems the things that scare normal little girls are things of amusement for her. If he didn't know better, he would almost think she was a demon.
But he knows that scent, the scent of mortality and weakness, the scent of frailty and emotion... the scent of a human.
He doesn't like to feel things, but he knows he's been cursed to do so. He loves the human world, their fascinating toys, their stories, the people who give love and devotion to those they believe is one of them. He's never been able to truly be a part of it, because he's different, but watching from afar is nice too, even if it is only food for his imagination, keeps him dreaming. Perhaps one day he will be embraced by a friend, receive or give gifts, have someone to love and have them love him in return. These are the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams that keep him going as he watches their daily activities, as he watches this young child bound across the small field of flowers without a care in the world.
He wants to smile. He wants to enjoy this sight, but he knows that he has no right to. His kind is not meant to enjoy the whimsical deeds of a human child, her helpless nature, her purity, her simple mind that makes the world's troubles melt away by merely watching.
He bristles. He can sense it before she ever does and before he knows what he's doing, he raises his claws, crouches down and pounces on the snake in the grass, demon nature taking over for that split second when all seems to be lost, the only thing that matters is the thrill of the hunt. He growls low, shredding the snake before reality returns and the little girl is staring at him with confusion and fright. In that moment, the minimal blood on his hands, the scales and meat between his teeth, the taste of blood are not as delicious as they once were and he's afraid of the reflection of the monster he can see in her eyes.
"I-I..." He stutters, trying to apologize for the sorry state he's in simply because he can't control his instincts like an elder demon might. He never meant to frighten her... he only intended to protect her from wrath of the snake she probably roused in her trouncing. It's not his business to interfere. He shouldn't have... but if he didn't... he couldn't possibly tell the difference from those that carried venom and those that did not!
Slowly, to his confusion and horror, her fright disperses and her eyes aren't focused on him any longer, but the twitching ears upon his head, pinned back in either warning or fear, he's not sure yet. "You're a demon!"
He blinks, drops the remains of the snake to the ground and steps back when she smiles. How strange... no human had ever accepted him so easily, because he looked different, could do things they couldn't. "Shouldn't... shouldn't you be afraid?"
She frowns in thought, tilts her head and he can see her hand tighten around the stems of the colorful bouquet she's picked. "Why? Sesshoumaru-sama and Master Jaken are both demons, but they're really nice and take care of me. Humans are way scarier."
Humans? This could not possibly be the waking world. No human would ever say such things. No human would accompany a demon. He's never known any human to treat a demon or a half-breed kindly, but this strange human child still doesn't back away. Instead, her attention is on the flowers in her hand and from them, she separates a simple violet and extends it in offering. "I was going to give these to Sesshoumaru-sama, but I want to give this one to you."
He stares down at it, hesitates. He doesn't want to be rude, but he knows he can't handle a trick. Are the villagers watching, waiting to blame him for something, for going near the child? If he should brush her hand when he takes her offering, will they fling arrows and pitchforks at him?
But she doesn't wait. Instead, she grabs his hand, covered in the dried blood of the snake that seems so tiny now and presses it gently into his hand. "It's a thank you!" She urges.
He stares, astonished at the gall of this child, wondering just how she could be so brave when he, one with demon blood coursing through his veins, can't even say thank you without tripping over himself.
"You got pretty ears. Can I touch them?"
If he were relaxed, he might have chuckled--perhaps even laughed aloud at this strange little girl. Instead, his lips quirk slowly into what he hopes is an inviting smile. He can't sense anyone else around, no one to worry about, so he crouches again and though he trembles slightly, he lets her tentative hand reach out and pet him.
It feels wonderful, having such a kind hand stroke his ears, very careful and sweet, the innocence and curiosity of a child rolling off of it and for a moment, he's lost in it, unable to resist the temptation to purr and even nuzzle the child's hand, even as she giggles softly. The moments pass quickly, and before he knows it, the hairs on the back of his neck are bristling and he's pulling away. It's the scent of a dog and while he has a natural dislike for dogs, that is not why his blood runs cold. The demonic aura from him is overwhelming, powerful, suffocating compared to his own.
"Thank you," he says hurriedly, turning away, still clutching the flower, her precious gift to him.
"I'm Rin! It'll be nice to play again, mister kitty!"
The white flash hidden behind the trees tells him he has no time to linger. This must be her demon, the one she says is so kind but radiates, in calm waves, a murderous intent.
"Maybe... we can someday," he says before taking off in the opposite direction. Even if it's a lie, even if he may never see her again, he wants to. He wants to see her and more humans like her because demons aren't all that scary and humans, in her words, are 'way scarier'.
Fandom: Inuyasha/FMA
Characters/Pairings: Rin; Ruby
Rating: PG
Warnings: RubyKitty!
Author Note: Again, I twisted Ruby's role to fit more in with the fandom so that I may use it for future and it simply comes out easier if he's a part of it rather than changing everything. Anyway, I hope you like, Daddy!
Summary: Even if it's a lie, even if he may never see her again, he wants to.
Disclaimer: Don't own the icon or InuYasha. Ruby belongs to Daddy
He's been watching, now, for little over an hour. Clouds have passed by, the wind has changed directions and still she moves from flower to flower, picking only the brightest, only the best, for some bouquet he can only assume. She hums songs to herself, has no problem getting dirty and it seems the things that scare normal little girls are things of amusement for her. If he didn't know better, he would almost think she was a demon.
But he knows that scent, the scent of mortality and weakness, the scent of frailty and emotion... the scent of a human.
He doesn't like to feel things, but he knows he's been cursed to do so. He loves the human world, their fascinating toys, their stories, the people who give love and devotion to those they believe is one of them. He's never been able to truly be a part of it, because he's different, but watching from afar is nice too, even if it is only food for his imagination, keeps him dreaming. Perhaps one day he will be embraced by a friend, receive or give gifts, have someone to love and have them love him in return. These are the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams that keep him going as he watches their daily activities, as he watches this young child bound across the small field of flowers without a care in the world.
He wants to smile. He wants to enjoy this sight, but he knows that he has no right to. His kind is not meant to enjoy the whimsical deeds of a human child, her helpless nature, her purity, her simple mind that makes the world's troubles melt away by merely watching.
He bristles. He can sense it before she ever does and before he knows what he's doing, he raises his claws, crouches down and pounces on the snake in the grass, demon nature taking over for that split second when all seems to be lost, the only thing that matters is the thrill of the hunt. He growls low, shredding the snake before reality returns and the little girl is staring at him with confusion and fright. In that moment, the minimal blood on his hands, the scales and meat between his teeth, the taste of blood are not as delicious as they once were and he's afraid of the reflection of the monster he can see in her eyes.
"I-I..." He stutters, trying to apologize for the sorry state he's in simply because he can't control his instincts like an elder demon might. He never meant to frighten her... he only intended to protect her from wrath of the snake she probably roused in her trouncing. It's not his business to interfere. He shouldn't have... but if he didn't... he couldn't possibly tell the difference from those that carried venom and those that did not!
Slowly, to his confusion and horror, her fright disperses and her eyes aren't focused on him any longer, but the twitching ears upon his head, pinned back in either warning or fear, he's not sure yet. "You're a demon!"
He blinks, drops the remains of the snake to the ground and steps back when she smiles. How strange... no human had ever accepted him so easily, because he looked different, could do things they couldn't. "Shouldn't... shouldn't you be afraid?"
She frowns in thought, tilts her head and he can see her hand tighten around the stems of the colorful bouquet she's picked. "Why? Sesshoumaru-sama and Master Jaken are both demons, but they're really nice and take care of me. Humans are way scarier."
Humans? This could not possibly be the waking world. No human would ever say such things. No human would accompany a demon. He's never known any human to treat a demon or a half-breed kindly, but this strange human child still doesn't back away. Instead, her attention is on the flowers in her hand and from them, she separates a simple violet and extends it in offering. "I was going to give these to Sesshoumaru-sama, but I want to give this one to you."
He stares down at it, hesitates. He doesn't want to be rude, but he knows he can't handle a trick. Are the villagers watching, waiting to blame him for something, for going near the child? If he should brush her hand when he takes her offering, will they fling arrows and pitchforks at him?
But she doesn't wait. Instead, she grabs his hand, covered in the dried blood of the snake that seems so tiny now and presses it gently into his hand. "It's a thank you!" She urges.
He stares, astonished at the gall of this child, wondering just how she could be so brave when he, one with demon blood coursing through his veins, can't even say thank you without tripping over himself.
"You got pretty ears. Can I touch them?"
If he were relaxed, he might have chuckled--perhaps even laughed aloud at this strange little girl. Instead, his lips quirk slowly into what he hopes is an inviting smile. He can't sense anyone else around, no one to worry about, so he crouches again and though he trembles slightly, he lets her tentative hand reach out and pet him.
It feels wonderful, having such a kind hand stroke his ears, very careful and sweet, the innocence and curiosity of a child rolling off of it and for a moment, he's lost in it, unable to resist the temptation to purr and even nuzzle the child's hand, even as she giggles softly. The moments pass quickly, and before he knows it, the hairs on the back of his neck are bristling and he's pulling away. It's the scent of a dog and while he has a natural dislike for dogs, that is not why his blood runs cold. The demonic aura from him is overwhelming, powerful, suffocating compared to his own.
"Thank you," he says hurriedly, turning away, still clutching the flower, her precious gift to him.
"I'm Rin! It'll be nice to play again, mister kitty!"
The white flash hidden behind the trees tells him he has no time to linger. This must be her demon, the one she says is so kind but radiates, in calm waves, a murderous intent.
"Maybe... we can someday," he says before taking off in the opposite direction. Even if it's a lie, even if he may never see her again, he wants to. He wants to see her and more humans like her because demons aren't all that scary and humans, in her words, are 'way scarier'.
