All Unwritten Prompt #1: In the Beginning
In the beginning, Inu Yasha didn't realize he was different.
He had two legs, like his mother. They were smaller, stockier, but he was still able to run around and take walks with her by the riverside. From his knobbly knees to his little toes (ten, and quite lovely his mother told him every night), he was the same. His mother had legs, and knees, and toes, although he rarely saw them. They were always covered by fine layers of silk. He relished their lean solidity when he came to embrace them.
He had two arms, like his mother. They were shorter and defined by baby fat, but they were still arms. Frail shoulders, rounded elbows, and pudgy fingers were all accounted for. In later years, when he grew strong enough to wander around, his arms were darker than her moonlight pale skin. But that was all that was different. He had hands for holding a ball, for hugs, for climbing and for holding. But his nails - they were always meticulously cut each and every night by his mother.
He had a full head of hair, like his mother. Although the colour was different in its luxuriant silver sheen, he owed its silkiness to his dame. His mother spent many painstaking hours combing through it while humming such soft lullabies. Each night, he fell asleep to her soft tunes and soothing ministrations. Only once a month, did he relish the feeling of similarity he shared with his mother. For one night, he was raven-haired and like his mother: human.
He had a face, like his mother. This was where they differed - but only slightly! His mother had protested when he remarked on their differences. She sounded so sad. Amber eyes saw the world, they weren't cold and calculating - unlike her own dark and cunning obsidian. Those black pearls were only capable of shedding tears for his sake, while amber eyes cried for her tears. He had a nose, pert and narrow - just like hers. He had a mouth to eat, to laugh, to sing, to cry - just like her. Except for those obtrusive and unnervingly large canines...he was the same. He wasn't different!
Except for his ears. His mother died and he was alone. Her family (not his) all whisper, Not human. As naive and sheltered as he was, he knew his ears were a dead giveaway of his lineage. But even then, he knew he wasn't different. He wasn't all human, but surely, demons had ears like his. Ears that can pick up a whisper all the way from the opposite side of the courtyard. When he was finally kicked out after a year without his mother, he knew.
He was different.
His hands were for killing, his legs were for traveling at incredible speeds, his canines were to bite, his nails were to scratch - to harm. His ears picked up dangerous secrets, his eyes see everything, always hunting and targeting his next prey. He was dangerous. But he had family elsewhere. He wasn't human, he was different, but he was a demon.
But he wasn't. Just one look at his icy half-brother told him such. Faster, sharper, lethal. That was a full demon. He was just a watered down, second-class copy. He was different. And those ears...no, he was different.
In the beginning, he fancied himself a human, then a demon. He toyed with the idea of belonging, but he knows better now.
He had two legs, like his mother. They were smaller, stockier, but he was still able to run around and take walks with her by the riverside. From his knobbly knees to his little toes (ten, and quite lovely his mother told him every night), he was the same. His mother had legs, and knees, and toes, although he rarely saw them. They were always covered by fine layers of silk. He relished their lean solidity when he came to embrace them.
He had two arms, like his mother. They were shorter and defined by baby fat, but they were still arms. Frail shoulders, rounded elbows, and pudgy fingers were all accounted for. In later years, when he grew strong enough to wander around, his arms were darker than her moonlight pale skin. But that was all that was different. He had hands for holding a ball, for hugs, for climbing and for holding. But his nails - they were always meticulously cut each and every night by his mother.
He had a full head of hair, like his mother. Although the colour was different in its luxuriant silver sheen, he owed its silkiness to his dame. His mother spent many painstaking hours combing through it while humming such soft lullabies. Each night, he fell asleep to her soft tunes and soothing ministrations. Only once a month, did he relish the feeling of similarity he shared with his mother. For one night, he was raven-haired and like his mother: human.
He had a face, like his mother. This was where they differed - but only slightly! His mother had protested when he remarked on their differences. She sounded so sad. Amber eyes saw the world, they weren't cold and calculating - unlike her own dark and cunning obsidian. Those black pearls were only capable of shedding tears for his sake, while amber eyes cried for her tears. He had a nose, pert and narrow - just like hers. He had a mouth to eat, to laugh, to sing, to cry - just like her. Except for those obtrusive and unnervingly large canines...he was the same. He wasn't different!
Except for his ears. His mother died and he was alone. Her family (not his) all whisper, Not human. As naive and sheltered as he was, he knew his ears were a dead giveaway of his lineage. But even then, he knew he wasn't different. He wasn't all human, but surely, demons had ears like his. Ears that can pick up a whisper all the way from the opposite side of the courtyard. When he was finally kicked out after a year without his mother, he knew.
He was different.
His hands were for killing, his legs were for traveling at incredible speeds, his canines were to bite, his nails were to scratch - to harm. His ears picked up dangerous secrets, his eyes see everything, always hunting and targeting his next prey. He was dangerous. But he had family elsewhere. He wasn't human, he was different, but he was a demon.
But he wasn't. Just one look at his icy half-brother told him such. Faster, sharper, lethal. That was a full demon. He was just a watered down, second-class copy. He was different. And those ears...no, he was different.
In the beginning, he fancied himself a human, then a demon. He toyed with the idea of belonging, but he knows better now.