A/N: An Inuyasha Fanfic from some seriously disturbed minds.

Disclaimer: Pay attention, because it's important! We do not own Inuyasha or any trademarks related there of. We do however own Kimiko, Shoko, and Amaya, who have been borrowed from a friends original sketches, and writings. Once again, we don't own Inuyasha, this is a fanfic written for entertainment purposes only; so don't sue!

Chapter one: The Death of Kagome

The air was frigid on that crisp winters afternoon, the village by the mountain was peaceful, and the reflection of the sun on the lake caused its surface to reflect like jewels from the deep. Kimiko had been to several villages like this one, and always for the same purpose. She sighed and watched from her position in a cherry tree, which in the spring would look so lovely, but now looked naked and dead.

Death was her business. It was what she was born to do... well born wasn't quite the word for it... but it was as close as she could come to describing the origins of her existence. She took another deep breath and released it on another sigh. Yes death was what she was made for. She sat in quiet contemplation as she watched the sun descend in the sky, and its sister the lady moonrise in its place.

She wished her sisters could be there with her, but they had their own matters to attend to. The master had decreed that these deaths must occur... and that was why she Amaya and Shoko had been sent on their terrible mission. As the moon rose high in the sky Kimiko leapt to the ground. The sentry's had been posted, no matter getting past them would be easy, a mere warm up for what was to come...

A silvery mist that smelled faintly of apple blossoms had covered the ground outside the gates quickly; a sudden fog wasn't unusual, what with the village's proximity to the water, but never such a mist as this. It was beautiful, but the fog could hide many things, and the sentry's knew it. They doubled their concentration; their job was to protect the village from all dangers, little did they know that the mist, which was climbing up the walls and over the gates, was the real danger.

One by one the sentry's fell asleep, the scent of apple blossoms, the strange hypnotic swirling of the mist, and the gentle hummed song that seemed to travel in it lulling the four men into a dreamless slumber. The mist continued to roll through the sleeping village, creeping in to the homes of the villagers, and stealing their lives from them as they slept secure in the fact that they were protected by the walls which surrounded their village, and the men who stood watch at the gates.
Finally there was no being left alive, Kimiko stood in the center of the village, and with an absent minded wave of her hand claimed the lives of the sleeping sentry's. The first part of her mission was complete. Now, all she had to do was finish the job. She walked into the homes of the dead, painting kanji messages on the walls. The messages smelled of iron, but what could be expected when the ink one used was blood. The message was simple, it was one word, and it was "DEATH".

The air, which should have smelled clean, and crisp, was tainted with the stench of blood. Inuyasha could smell it well enough, and came to the conclusion that they were about to come upon a lot of bodies. He knew the smell for what it was and he hated it.

"Inuyasha," came Shippo's voice, "what is it? What do you smell?"

The dog demon glanced down at the fox-child and in a voice, which was as chilling as the night air spoke only one word, "Death."

Kagome looked fearful for a moment, and then further pressed herself against Inuyasha's back. After everything she had seen, and all the battles she had been a part of, she was still uncomfortable with death. She was after all a human, and a kind hearted one at that; it was her mortality that made her fear death, and her humanity that made her feel pity for its victims.

The group of shard collectors traveled to where their dog-eared companion's senses led. Soon they reached the source of the sickening smell, and they were surprised at what they found.

"It's a… village," Songo said, her face ashen at the memory of the last time they had come across what seemed to be a deserted village. Her brother Kohaku had murdered the entire village, and somewhere deep inside her she wondered if he could have done it again.

As they ventured further into the village their fears were realized. Everyone… everything was dead. Walls were drenched in blood, and the air was ripe with the smell of the dead. Even inside the homes there was nowhere to hide from it.

Kagome couldn't stand it any longer. She rushed out of the home she and her friends had been examining, and only stopped when she was near the villages well. It was there that she stopped, stood on her shaking legs, doubled over with her hands clutching at her agitated stomach, and vomited, emptying its contents on to the ground in front of her. Tears stung her eyes, and stomach acid, which had risen from her belly, burned her throat and mouth. Still feeling nauseous, Kagome fell to her knees and retched a few more times. As she did so, a breeze passing through the massacred village carried a gentle song, which was heard by her ears only. The melody was haunting, and the voice that sung was lilting, and mournful.

Shoko smirked as she softly sang her song, it was a neat trick to be able to use ones voice as a weapon, and one Shoko took great pleasure in demonstrating. As she sang, she felt the invisible wires, grasp hold on their pray, and she curled her fingers around them, twisting them slightly in her grip in order to tighten their hold on the strange girl from the future.

Kagome couldn't move; she felt as if she were tied down. She had only felt this way once before, when she had been trapped by that strange possessed comb… the one that took on the form of a young woman in order to acquire the jewel, and several more heads of hair. Still this was different, the threads weren't attacking her as much as they were controlling her. She gasped as she felt the threads tighten, and squeeze her body, forcing her to stay sitting in the dirt. Again, the wires tightened, but this time she felt no pain at all, at least not physically. This time it was her mind that was attacked. Images flashed into her mind, the sun reflecting off the lake as it set, the moon rising to take its place in the night sky, a mist, enveloping the sleeping village, and then one by one she saw their lives being taken as their breath was torn from their body, and their blood used to paint the sickening messages on the walls, and doors. Lastly, she caught a glimpse of white fur, and the image of a spider. The images were jumbled, and they flashed by quickly, but Kagome knew enough to know whom the images were of.

"NARAKU!" She cried the name with a mixture of disgust, and hatred toward him, and of sorrow and pain for the poor villagers who had been the pawns in whatever sick game he was playing at.

Shoko's smirk grew, if only slightly, and she tightened the invisible strings for the final time as she finished singing the last few notes of her song.

'Inuyasha was sure to hear her,' she thought as she watched with a sick satisfaction as the dark haired girl from the future gasped one final time, coughed, spattering blood on her strange clothing, as she slumped to the ground in a lifeless heap. Releasing the strings, they disappeared, and Shoko did the same, shimmering before disappearing all together.

Amaya and Kimiko were staring out at the night sky as they often did, when they sensed their sister's return. The three bringers-of-death looked at one another, unspeaking, for fear of being overheard. For though they were doing as instructed by their master, they were also going against his wishes, by revealing him.

"The master wishes to see you," came a small voice, a little girl, pale, and delicate looking, had addressed them, breaking the quiet.

"All three of you," a louder, bolder voice added. "Now."

Amaya, Kimiko and Shoko, followed the other two out of the room, and through several corridors as they made their way to where their master was waiting for them. Amaya smiled inwardly; soon she and her sisters wouldn't have to answer to their scarred master. The thought pleased her, just as much as the thought of answering to his every beck and call made her seethe inside with anger. What Naraku wanted this time she didn't know, and to be perfectly honest, neither she nor her sisters cared one fucking bit.

End of Chapter one!

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