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Chapter 1:

A flash of blinding light filled her vision as she awoke from her induced sleep. Groggily she sat up, trying to take in her surroundings. She could not concentrate on anything but the throbbing pain in her head. Raising her hand to her head and gently placing it at her temple, she felt something sticky there and brought her hand away to gaze at the tacky, red blood on her hand, willing herself to remember something.

With a sudden bang, the dungeon door slammed open on its hinges. She jumped slightly at the shock of the spontaneous noise. A tall imposing shape emerged to stand in front of her blocking out the bright light coming from beyond the doorway. She squinted against the intruding light, trying to see more clearly.

She gazed up at Sesshomaru, as all her memories flooded back in a roaring tidal wave of a headache. She gasped falling over as the pain in her head intensified and she became lost in her recollections.

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The night was calm, perfect for killing. The air was still, the wind nonexistent, nothing to give away her scent. She sat high in the tree meditating on what was going to occur tonight.

Her master had given her specific instructions to kill the Lord of the Western lands. The dangerous and powerful Naraku was her Lord and the only one who she followed.

He had raised her as his own, honing her skills to become the perfect assassin. Her family had died when she was young and he had taken her in, erasing the troubled memories of her previous life and replacing them with a vision of the future and a will to get stronger. He gave her an education that was forbidden to women of these times and superior to that of most. Even more, he included her in his plans to take over the entire kingdom. The first to die: the Western Lord.

She was a master in all arts of killing; since she had been training as far back as she could remember, becoming an even match against the stoic Lord of the West, even for a human. He was a demon, an extremely powerful Inu-yokai, and possessed demon qualities that she knew he would use in battle. He had to be eliminated.

She gathered her bearings and opened her eyes to stare at the wall in front of her. She had to cross this wall to get into the palace grounds. Standing on the limb, she nimbly walked onto the very edge and jumped high into the air so as to miss any magic surrounding the wall. Gathering momentum as she landed on her feet inside the palace grounds, she took off running towards the castle. She never made a sound, her feet sure of the path.

She had studied for days, the plans of this castle and she now knew it as well as her own Lord's. Grabbing a vine that crawled up along the outside of the castle, she hoisted herself up and started climbing. Reaching the certain window she was going towards, she hastily glanced in and then away. Then sure that no one was inside, she used her knife to pry the window open and jumped in. Her eyes scanned the room with a cautious sweep, standing stark still as her ears strained for any sound or movement that meant she had been detected.

Shutting the window again, she gazed around the wonders of the room, memorizing every detail. She was in Lord Sesshomaru's private chamber, and it was finer then any room she had ever been in.

She knew that at this moment Sesshomaru was having dinner. She had approximately five minutes before he was to finish, according to the spy they had placed inside the palace. Searching for a hiding place, she spotted a dark corner and blending perfectly into it, set her instincts on edge. Waiting… this was the hardest part.

She was dressed in black men's clothing. Carrying a nagi-nata around her waist and a kai-ken in her bosom of her shirt, she was able to defeat an entire army with her skills.

Footsteps approached the door and she immediately dropped into a battle stance and slowed her heart to being barely audible. She had touched nothing in the room so her scent was nowhere to be found, and she froze her mind so he would not be able to notice any of her thoughts or feelings.

The door opened and she wasted no time in attacking as soon as he had shut it again, but to her surprise, she found he had already detected her presence and begun to attack.

Lord Sesshomaru had unsheathed his sword and had turned to deflect her attack after he had shut the door. Sparks flew off as metal met metal, for she was fighting with her long handled nagi-nata.

He was powerful and strong, so she would be only able to win if she used her weaknesses against him, her lightness of feet and quickness of foot. She weaved in and out of his attacks, still calmly breathing. Searching for a weak spot, she got in close only to back away as he swung for her head.

Going for her feet, she jumped lithely into the air to avoid the swipe and flipped quickly over his head to land behind him before he could get his sword up again. They stood still, staring intently at each other. Sesshomaru moved his eyes over her as she did the same to him, sizing him up with her eyes.

Dropping into a battle stance, she attacked again. They parried and battled, back and forth. Sometimes it would go in his favor sometimes in hers, though she was loosing speed as she tired and she knew she needed to hurry and finish this fight.

The swords were caught in a cross strike and she strained her muscles to over come him but to no prevail. He flipped her weapon out of her hands and sent it flinging in a circle across the room. Loosing no time she yanked her kai-ken out from the inside of her shirt and started stalking him, both sidestepping each other and creating a circle with their movements, each waiting with little patience for the other to advance. She was at a disadvantage with the short knife and would only be able to hurt him if she got in close.

She calmly backed him into a corner and in the back of her mind she sensed that it was really she that was being cornered. And indeed she was. Tight in the corner he used it to kick off when he leaped in the air. He sailed over her, landing gracefully behind her and placed his sword to cover her neck.

She did not move, as he held her at knifepoint. The door slammed open and she watched the shadows on the wall as guards poured into the room. She was completely silent as they came in. She did not feel anything as they pried her knife away. She let herself go cold as Sesshomaru quickly let go of her and she collapsed as the hilt of his sword connected with her head.

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She slowly raised her eyes to meet those of the Western Lord's. After remembering what had happened she knew how much danger she was in and briefly wondered if her Lord, Naraku, would save her.

He yanked her up and she realized that mask that had hidden her face and helped her look more like a boy had disappeared. She forced herself to remain cold and emotionless as he dragged her from the room.

She quickly found herself in a smaller room that had chains hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were locked in the chains and she dangled in the middle of the room before Sesshomaru like a lifeless marionette.

He needed no whip, his claws were sufficient. They started to drip poison and she eyed them warily wondering if the pain would be lasting or if her death would be instantaneous.

"Who are you?" He asked in an emotionless tone of voice as he moved behind her.

She didn't answer, and she felt his nail on the back of her neck and poison slowly trailing down her back in lazy streams. She didn't move; she would not give him that satisfaction.

"Answer me. Who sent you?" He was getting angry for she could feel his Youkai powers flare dangerously; however, his tone never betrayed any emotion. She knew she was in trouble, but she could never betray her lord.

A growl resonated from deep within the back of his throat when she didn't answer and she arched her back away from his razor-like claws to no avail her when she felt the poison being injected into her system. Throughout the whole time, she did not even utter a single whimper of groan of pain. However, she was screaming on the inside. Wails of agony echoed against the confines of her mind as she felt the fire of the injection burning through her body. She would not give him the satisfaction that he was looking for though. Her face did not betray her, staying stoic and impassive. She went silent on the inside again, staying still as stone.

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