Draft Of An Inuyasha Story I might do.
This is just a draft of an Inuyasha fic I might do. This is basically my first IY fiction, if you don't count the 50 sentences I did at onesentence for the Sessh/Rin couple. Yes, this will be a Sessh/Rin story and it will take place when she's older, around 16-17 years of age. Tell me what you all think!
The world was blurry today. It had been like this for a couple of days now. She would scratch at her eyes with chipped fingernails, trying to make the faded outlines of the trees go away. The birds no longer were bright eggshell blue with the faintest touch of white; they now resembled colorless blobs.
The flowers she envied that were pink and her favorite were now just objects that she crushed with her feet. Whenever they stopped for rest, Rin would find the nearest stream and splash cold water into her eyes to see if that worked. But when she would dry them, she found that the world was still blurry and mixed together.
The sun no longer held its vibrance, Sesshoumaru-Sama's bright magenta strips no longer stuck out, Jaken's muddy, green skin was not an eyesore. Rin looked desperately at her hands, finding that they were just peach colored masses.
Tears trickled down dirty cheeks, making small ripples in the babbling stream below. The sky still held its brillance, the sun still shined, the children in the human villages still laughed. The world was becoming dimmer, unbenounst to everyone except Rin herself.
She had stumbled to Sesshoumaru the night after, gripping his robes in her tiny hands and began to sob. "Sesshoumaru-Sama," She choked out helplessly, "Rin is losing her vision!" This earned a blank stare from the youkai, his face expressionless.
That's what I have for now, so if someone can give me a few tips or something, I'd appreciate it!
The world was blurry today. It had been like this for a couple of days now. She would scratch at her eyes with chipped fingernails, trying to make the faded outlines of the trees go away. The birds no longer were bright eggshell blue with the faintest touch of white; they now resembled colorless blobs.
The flowers she envied that were pink and her favorite were now just objects that she crushed with her feet. Whenever they stopped for rest, Rin would find the nearest stream and splash cold water into her eyes to see if that worked. But when she would dry them, she found that the world was still blurry and mixed together.
The sun no longer held its vibrance, Sesshoumaru-Sama's bright magenta strips no longer stuck out, Jaken's muddy, green skin was not an eyesore. Rin looked desperately at her hands, finding that they were just peach colored masses.
Tears trickled down dirty cheeks, making small ripples in the babbling stream below. The sky still held its brillance, the sun still shined, the children in the human villages still laughed. The world was becoming dimmer, unbenounst to everyone except Rin herself.
She had stumbled to Sesshoumaru the night after, gripping his robes in her tiny hands and began to sob. "Sesshoumaru-Sama," She choked out helplessly, "Rin is losing her vision!" This earned a blank stare from the youkai, his face expressionless.
That's what I have for now, so if someone can give me a few tips or something, I'd appreciate it!