Curse Of The Flame and Love Of Your Life

The Curse

She was quietly walking through the forest, when a dark figure had landed in front of her. It muttered a few words in a obviously forgein language. The little girls arms soon were pulsing with a strange feeling. The dark figure left, leaving the young girl, running back to her village.
"Mama! An odd-looking black figure I think put a curse on my arms!" she burst out, holding her arms, with the other.

The healers of the village took a look at her arms, when they figured it out. She had been cursed with a demonic flame power that she can't control what-so-ever. One arm was encased in a rock-hard armor, with prayer beads wrapped around it. While the other, only a peice of silk and prayer beads covered it. The arm in the armor, unfortunally she now cannot move.

8 Years Later

"Mother, I've made my choice. I'm going to leave the village. I cannot endanger the other villagers when I constantly lose control of the power nearly everyday." The now older and wiser girl said.

"I understand, promise to come back once and a while?" Her mother replyed, sounding worried.
"I will. I must go now. Bye." The girl said, walking out the door, and through the bambo door cover.

She never had a purpose, a reason, a mission, nothing. She was just the wondering, now half-demon.

She was walking through the forest one rainy afternoon, when she thought she heard something behind her. Quickly spun around, seeing nothing.
"Hm, must be the wind." She continued walking, when she knew this time she heard something behind her. She spun around again, seeing a large hord of demons flying down the path at her. She quickly ran off with them still behind her. She then triped landing on her unmovable arm. She thought she was done for, when a man in voilet and black robes, sucked up all the demons up. She just sat there and watched in amazement. The man turned around and helped her up.
"Are you alright?" He asked, noticing her arm in armor.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I think..."
"May I ask your name?"
"Kariudo's the name. You?"
"I'm Miroku. Mind if I ask what's wrong with you're arm?"
"When I was little, about 8 years old, a black figure put a curse on both my arms, but this one was the worst. I can't control of the curse either. Nearly everyday I lose control of it and it burns me."
"Sounds like my problem almost. I have a hole in my hand, that can suck up anything and everything is it's path, like a wind tunnel. But, each year it gets a tiny bit bigger, until it sucks me up."
"Oh, evenutally mine will burn me to death...In fact, I'm not going live but a another 5 or 6 years. Unless the curse it broken."
"I see, I will live also, if the demon Naraku is destroyed."
"I don't even know who and why they put this curse on me, little ole' me! nothing special..."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not." She started to frown, and a single tear ran down her cheek. Miroku couldn't stand seeing girls cry, he wanted to help her, but he thought all he'd get was a slap.
"I'd..better be going. My friends will get worried if I don't."
"Okay.

"Miroku, What took so long?" InuYasha yelled, walking up to Miroku.
"Sorry, I was helping someone."
"Hmpf, alright."
"Who were you helping , Miroku?" Sango asked.
"A young half-demon named Kariudo..."
"Theres more than two half-demons? I thought it was just me and Jineji." InuYasha, Said, surprized.

"Thats what I thought, sad story though. She can't move one arm, and she's cursed with a demonic flame power, which she cannot control"
"Poor Kid." Kagome said, frowning.
"Yeah." Miroku answered.
"Well, we should be going now, shouldn't we?" InuYasha asked, wanting to go.
"Yes."
They left and headed to a new village.

Kariudo continued walking down the path, not knowing where it was leading, not exactly caring where it whent. She hoped she'd see the man that saved her life, Miroku.