hello! well i got this idea from a novel called sarah so i decided to make it inuyasha style! hope you guys enjoy this, if not then i'll stop the story!
Characters
Kagome: Daughter of a chief in the advance southern territory,
Species: Black Indian dog demon.
Age: 13 (in the prologue she is 22yrs old but chapter one is is only 13 yrs old.)
Hair Color: BlueBlack
Eye Color: Greenish-yellow
Skin Color: Olive tan
Height: 5'8 (later on ) at 13 is only a stick skinny girl.
Measurements: 36c, 24 waist, 32 hips. (this is later on when she is more matured)
Sango: Handmaid and friend of Kagome's.
Species: Brown Wolf demon
Age: 15
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Color: Light tan.
Height: 5'9
Measurements: 32b, 25 waist, 32hips
Inu Yasha: Son of the chief of the barbaric northern territory.Heir of status of Chief, later in the future will be King,
Species: White Indian dog demon.
Age: 17
Hair Color: Silver White
Eye Color: Gold
Skin Color: Dark tan
Height: 6'0
Body: Slim, cut and lean with broad shoulders.
Miroku: Cousin of Inu Yasha and Sesshomaru, second in command warrior of the nothern territory.
Species: Hanyou Blue Wolf demon and White Indian dog demon. (I know ironic that Miroku is the hanyou in this story! LOL)
Age : 17 (few months younger than Inu Yasha)
Hair Color: Dark blue
Eye Color: Violet
Skin Color: Peach almost white.
Height: 5'11
Body: Similar to Inu Yasha's but a little but slimmer.
Sesshomaru: First son of the nothern Chief. First in command warrior.
Species: White Indian dog demon.
Age: 220 - human- 22
Hair Color : Silver White
Eye Color: Dark Gold
Skin Color: White as snow
Height: 6'2
Body: Slim and cut with broad shoulders like Inu Yasha's but leaner.
Rin: Wife of Sesshomaru, daughter of a western territory doctor.
Species: Human
Age: 118 - human- 18
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: peache
Height: 5'7
Measurements: 34b, 22 waist, 34 hips.
Kikyo: Witch doctor in the outside village of the southern territory.
Species: Human
Age: 25
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Fawn (means almost black)
Skin Color: Pasty pale white
Height: 5'9
Measurements: 32a, 24 waist, 36hips
Naraku: god of the underworl and evil.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blood red
Skin Color: Pasty white
Height: 6'0
Body: (i don't think anyone cares!) slim.
Kaliee: God of the earth
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Skin Color :Peach Cream
Height: 6'0
Body: 34c, 24waist, 36hips
ok about the ageing process for demons: age normaly like humans til the age of 20, the ageing slows down to where every 100 years, the demon will look one year older.
PROLOGUE
Twice during the night, my chest stopped filling with air. Twice, it was empty, and as dry as a leather goatskin. Although my mouth was wide open to the dawn wind, I could not drink it in. I lifted my shaking hands in the darkness. Pain ran through my bones, greedy as vermin.
And then it stopped. Twice, the air returned to my lips, flowing over my tongue as cool and sweet as milk.
It's a sign. I know how to recognize the signs. After so many years, so many trials and tribulations, Naraku, the underworld god, is going to separate Kagome from InuYasha. Tonight, tomorrow night, very soon. He will take my life.
That's the way things are. That's the way they must come to pass. There's no point protesting, no point being afraid. Naraku will mark out my route away from Kaliee's land that still bears my steps. A sick demoness's steps, so light the grass hardly bends beneath my weight.
That's the way things are, the way they're meant to be. The next time the air refuses to come into my mouth, I won't be so scared.
This morning, as down was spreading over the meadows and dusty cliffs around Arivousuke, I left the mother's tent, but instead of going to wait outside InuYasha's tent with bread and fruit, as I've done billions of times since he became my husband and mate, I came here , to the hill of Qiytae-Ale, and sat down on a stone at the mouth of the cave of Isuamei. It took me a while to climb the hill. But i don't care how hard it is. If Naraku decides to take my breath from me in broad daylight, this is where I want my body to collapse, here in this garden, in front of this cave.
This place fills me with peace and joy. A white cliff surrounds the mouth of the cave like a well-constructed wall. From beneath the shade of a huge poplar, and spring runds down into a vast semicircular garden. Its slope, like a palm open in greeting, descends twoard the plain, marked with long low walls built by the worriors, planted with thick trees, and fragrant with sage and rosemary.
From here, I can see our tents drawn close around InuYasha's black-and-white tent. There are too many to count. Hundreds, I suppose. The herds stretch as far as the eye can see, their wool brilliant white against the grass, which is greener than the water of a pool. It's the end of spring. The rains were mild and came the right time. I can also see the smoke rising vertically from the fires, which is a sign that the east wimd, heavy with sand and dryness, will spare us again today. Even from, up here, I can hear horns, dogs barking as they gather the animals, occasionally the cries of children. My hearing is no weaker than my sight. Kagome's Body still holds out!
Youth knows nothing of time, old age knows nothing but time. When you're young, you play hide-and-seek with the shade. When you're old, you seek out the warmth of the sun. But the shade is always there, while the sun is fleeting. It rises, crosses the sky, and disappears, and we wait impatiently for its return. These days, I love time as much as I love Taka, the son I waited so long to see.
For a long time, the cycle of swasons left no trace on me, One day followed another, and my body showed no sign of them. That lasted many years and still do. My name wasn't yet Kagome, but Kagomai. They said I was the most beautiful women. My beauty was a beauty that inspired as much fear as desire. A beauty that ver faded, troubling and doomed, like a flower that would never bear fruit. Not a day went by that I didn't cure this beauty that wouldn't leave me.
Until Kaliee at last wiped out the terrible act that was the cause of everything. A sin I committed as an innocent child, for love for the man who was then called Inu Yasha. A sin, or a word I wasn't able to hear, for we knew so little then.
The sun is high now, Through the fine needles of the cedars and the dancing leaves of the great poplar, it warms my sick body. I'm so think now I could wrap myself in my long hair, which has never lost its shine. Such a little body, but one that harbors so many memories1 So many images, scents, caresses, faces, emotions, and workds that I could populate the wholeland of Waiula with them.
I love this place. Here, the memories gush from me like a waterfall cascading into a river. The cool air from inside the cave brushes my neck and my cheek with the tenderness of a familiar whisper. At moments it seems to me it's my own breath, the breath that Naraku withheld from me last night.
In truth, this place is a nail in the pillar of time, like the pottery nails to mark the presence of the souls in the splendid walls of my city, Suirke.
Two nights ago I received another sign from Naraku. I had a dream with my eyes wide open. I was still breathing peacefilly, but my body was stiff and cold. In the darkness of the tent, without even the moonlight filtering through the canvas, I suddenly heard the banging of metal tools on the stone and the voices of men at work. I wondered what kind of work they could be doing in the middle of the night, so close to the mothers' tent. I wanted to get up and look. But before I could life myself up to on my elbow, I saw, I saw with my eyes what only the spirit of dreams can make us see.
It was no longer night but day, The sun shone down on the white cliff and the mouth of the cave of Isuamei. That was where men had been working since the first light of dawn, building walls, thick, solid walls. A beautiful facade, complete with door and windows. A house of stone as splendid as any palace in Suirke or anyother place. A dwelling I recognized immediately.
They were building out tomb.
The tomb or Inu Yasha and his wife, Kagome.
I shall be the first to take my place in it. My beloved Inu Yasha will lay my body there so that at last I can attain the peace of the other world.
My dream faded, The blows of hammer on stone ceased. I opened my eyes. The tent was dark, and Rin and Sango were sleeping beside me, breathing peacefully.
But the meaning of the dream remained with me, All of us to whom Naraku reveals himself, this now numerous people to whom he steal lives from.We know only cities of tents, cities of desert and wind and wandering. Yet I, Kagome was born in a house with thirty rooms, in a city that contained a hundred smiliar houses, its not beautiful temple as high as the hill of Qiytae-Ale, its outer walls thicher than an ox.
In my whole life, folling Inu Yasha into the mountians where the Saipa river rises, walking beside him in search of the land of Wailula, or even as far as the end of the earth, I have never seen a land as splended as the Suirke I knew as a child. And I have never forgotten it.
Nor have I forgotten what I was taught there: That the strngth of the people of Shay and Akkad lies in the beauty of thier cities, the solidity of their walls, the perfection of their irrigation systens, the magnificence of their gardens.
So, when day had broken, I went to see Inu Yasha. While he ate, I told him what I had seen in my dream.
"It's time for out people to build walls, houses, and cities," I said. "Time for us to take root in this land. Remember how we loved the walls of Salem. How dazzled we were by the Kings palaces. But in this camp, the camp of the great King Inu Yasha, tha man who hears the work Kaliee and is head by her, the women still weave canvas for tents as they did when your father Inu Tashio's clan caped beneath the walls of Suirke, in the spare reserved for the barbaric Indians, the men with no city."
Inu Yasha listened, never taking his eyes off me. "I know you've always missed the walls of your city," He said, smiling.
He took my fingers in his, and for a long moment we remained still. Two bodies, one healthy, one sick, linked by our hands and by the thousand of tender words we no longer need to speak.
At last, I said what I had been wanting to say since my dream had faded. 'When I've stopped breathing, I wan you to bury me in the cave of Arivousuke, on the hill of Qiytae-Ale. The gardens around it are the more beautiful I've seen since the gardens of my fathers palace. They belong ot a villager named Toya. Buy them from him; I know he won't refuse. Once you've buried me, bring masons from Salem. If they're as skillful as King masons, so much the better. Ask them to build walls at the mouth of the cave, the most beautiful, most solid walls they can build, for the tomb of Inu Yasha and Kagome. It will be out people's first house, a place for them to gather, in all their great number, happy and confident, Take and Kionu will be with them. The two of them together, Isn't it up to us, to ensure the future?"
Inu Yasha had no need to primise me he would carry out my wishes. I know he will, for he always has.
Now, I can wait in peace for my breath to leave me, Wait and remember. There is no wind and yet, about me, the leaves of the poplar tremble, filling the air with a noise like rain. Under the cedars and acacias, the light dances in patches of molten gold. A fragrance of lily and mint comes to rest on my lips. Swallows play and sing about the cliff. Just like that day. The day the blood flowed for the first time between my thighs. The day the long life of Kagomai, daughter of Bisum-Usur, daughter of Taram, began.