A/N: So here we are. I posted something on tumblr about wanting nothing more but to see Inuyasha riding dirty with his killer dog squad, the same way Christ Pratt did with his raptors, and I can't just write a piece of a story, I have to go on and write the whole thing. I'm doing this mostly for myself because I love the idea, but hopefully I stick with it. Hopefully ya'll enjoy it too, okay?
Blanket disclaimer: I don't own anything Inuyasha or Jurassic Park/Jurassic World and I'm not a very good writer.
Warning: There will be some gore later on, and although I originally pitched this as an InuKag centric story, if you have watched the Jurassic World movie, you should already know that the two kids in the fic will also be taking some script-time. If you didn't already know...well now ya know. (Don't feel bad skipping anything though, I'd probably do the same!)
Prologue
Bury the Infant
There was an insistent humming that he wanted to squander underneath his weight- the need to destroy overwhelming him.
Then there was a beeping and a horrendous smell that clogged his nostrils and forced him to cry out in agony. His four pair of crimson eyes snapped open and he uncomfortably revolved in his cold sac. A pocket of dry air seeped through a tear in the tissue, rendering his limbs to feel sticky- the slime glistening underneath the fluorescent lights above him.
"Kikyo, he's growing at an accelerated rate."
The voice was obnoxious and clear, directed at another body in the room.
"What about his brother?" This voice sounded like the steady beating of his heart. Music, to his now operative ears.
"He's stayed constant, showing little to no movement. But the vitals show that he is alive."
A tall hour-glass shape approached, wearing a tailing lab coat that almost reached the tiled floor. The figure was beautiful, and the creature that hung in his sac wanted nothing more but to take her apart and feast on her flesh. It reached out a bulbous limb but a glass window stopped his endeavor. He tried to screech in frustration but the noise died in his throat. He was yet too weak. He needed substance.
He needed to grow.
"What have you decided to name him?" The long body looked into the crimson eyes, somehow taking the focus of all eight of them into her mere brown two.
"Naraku."
"And the brother?"
"Onigumo."
At the mention of his twin the creature lazily fell out of his sac onto the cold floor in his container, and began to ominously slink towards it- determined.
"Demon spider," The musical voice rolled the name on her tongue like a precious marble. "And hell."
She peered at the black formless creature from behind the glass dome. It was sprouting what looked like course fur on its back. It had four functioning limbs and a trail of tentacles that protruded from its back end- like a tail. Its snout was almost canine-like, but hairless, and small fangs curved down over its jaw.
"Very fitting." She decided just before the hellish looking mass of black closed his jaws over his brother, and consumed him.
A/N: revised on 2/23/16
