MissKingdomVII

Chapter 1 – Recipe for Trouble The air was crisp and cool, tinted ever slightly with the smoky scent of autumn.  Rin inhaled deeply as a light breeze blew past her, ruffling the heavy silk of her kimono.  Something passed in the corner of her eye—a falling leaf, tawny gold in color.  It spun and twirled its way down a lazy spiral to the ground to join its kin at her feet.  It was yet one more addition to the thick blanket of leaves that was slowly beginning to swallow up the garden's twisting paths.  She let her eyes travel down the treacherously steep slope that plunged some several hundred feet below her. The mountain was a riot of color,

Author's Notes: •Hiragana are a simplification of the kanji, and were very popular among women, especially aristocrats (women typically were not taught how to write kanji due to the years it took to master the complicated symbols).  This form of writing would have been prevalent during the time that this story takes place. •Other than what I've seen in IY, I know squat about the layout of feudal Japanese manors and palaces and the various duties of servants within them.  I tried to research these things online but came up with nothing, so if my descriptions are inaccurate, tell me what I've done wrong or send me a link to a website that wil

1848: Castlebar, Ireland In the absence of a pub, his smithy had become the town's meeting place for gossip and news. That hadn't been the plan - if he'd foreseen that, he would have chosen another of the many professions he'd mastered over the years that he could practice in relative anonymity. Kagome, however, had quickly grown attached to the small, suffering community. She had convinced him to remain in the center of things, in exchange for a promise that she would ensure that the townsmen left him to work in peace. Unfortunately, Kagome wasn't always around to remind them. "Don't you agree, Liam?" asked Thomas Flynn, looking towards t

Threads Of Fate By LadyShieru Chapter 1: Illusions Undone Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, it belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Sadly. It was a beautiful spring day and the flowers bloomed within every corner. The birds chirped happily and small forest animals ran and hopped through bushes and trees full of blooming flowers. Sakura petals rained down gently and gracefully to form a natural carpet of whites and pinks upon the forest floor. She had never seen a day as perfect as this one since the death of Naraku two years ago. Her raven locks danced with the gentle breeze as she sat upon the green hill that over looked the village bellow. H