Inuyasha Hamilton: Chapter 1
A/N: IT HAS BEGUN.
The inspiration behind this blog. I’m taking on what I consider to be a HUGE project (because of just how massive the musical itself is). I’m writing a crossover fanfiction between “Inuyasha” and “Alexander Hamilton: An American Musical.” The piece will mix elements from both worlds, and I’ll be adding my own unique flavor. So it won’t be the musical verbatim. I’ll also be adding my own scenes and such. Anyway, please read, review, and enjoy! I’ll be uploading via Fanfiction.net but posting updates here.
Thank you!
- @rikareena/ @youngscrappy-n-hungry
Inuyasha Hamilton! Fandom: Inuyasha/Alexander Hamilton: An American Musical Written by: @youngscrappy-n-hungry; @rikareena Originally Posted: 2/5/2017, 7:35 PM Summary: My take on a crossover universe with the worlds of our favorite arrogant, orphan, bastards.
CH. 1
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“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scottsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by Providence impoverished in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?”- Alexander Hamilton
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A small, six-year-old, half-demon boy shifted to make himself more comfortable in his mother’s lap, turning to press his left cheek against her chest and closing his eyes at the feel of her warmth. He found himself practically drowning in the long sleeves of the kimono that hung from her wrists as she embraced him, and he brought one hand up to curl up next to his face. He pulled back a bit and beamed at her,
“Okaa-san, I can hear your heart beating!”
“Can you now? Is it strong and steady like yours?” she asked, softly. He nodded eagerly,
“Mmh! Loud and strong!” he said, bearing a grin that showed he’d recently lost a couple of his teeth. The older woman then placed her right palm against the back of his head, cuddling him to her chest once more.
“I’m glad then!” she giggled. Inuyasha closed his eyes and found his right ear twitching at the sounds of the night around them—owls were calling, and the cicadas were especilly loud during this time of year.
They were sitting on the steps of their home, a small Japanese cabin located fairly deep within the woods. While the location wasn’t personally ideal for Izaiyoi, the boy’s mother, it put the neighboring villagers at ease and was a relatively safe location for her and her son.
It was just the two of them and on nights like this, Inuyasha couldn’t help but wonder…
“Okaa-san, will you tell me about otou-san? W-where is he? …What’s he like? When is he coming back?” his voice was a squeak, as he knew this was a sensitive topic for his mother. But he’d never known his father. His mother brought one hand up to gently stroke Inuyasha’s head before softly rubbing a sweet spot at the base of his ear that always relaxed him.
“Well, he is….very strong. Courageous and loyal. He also has a wrath that’s a force to be reckoned with if his enemies irked him. A warrior, and he loves us dearly. But….he’s fighting in a… very dangerous…battle now so, it’s not safe for us to be with him. He has promised to come for us when things settle down so that we can be a family again,” she said…though she’d told her son this story so many times over the years it was starting to sound less and less truthful to even her own ears. And for every time she told her son about his father, she never told him his name. She didn’t want to get his hopes up that he’d one day find him. But while that possibility itself was pointless, she did want him to have some idea to remember him by.
“I wish he were here now,” her little one sighed; she hummed in response, and for a moment there was quiet.
“How did you meet him?”
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