A/N: Welcome to Intertwined. For those new readers: the prequel to this story is Twisted Fate, though it is not necessary that you read it to understand this story. (But I am not opposed to you all reading it, trust me!) The prologue to this story, happens to be the epilogue to Twisted Fate, so there may be a few lines that are in conjunction with that story.

This takes place after the sealing of Inuyasha and death of Kikyou, so the jewel is no longer here and yet to return. The entire story will consist of three arcs; this first arc will be about 12 chapters (not including this prologue) which deals mainly with my original character and Naraku. The second arc will deal with my OC and Sesshoumaru, and the third with my OC and Inuyasha. It will span over 50 years, and after rewriting the outline (since I lost my old one) it should be about 50 chapters. My hope is to update this story on Sundays and Wednesdays, but depending on how my schedule is, I might have to change it to once a week.

Much thanks to Yuki-Yasha Higurashi for the reminder that none of Intertwined was yet posted. :) She helped me get the ball rolling, and it's thanks to her that I rewrote the outline - and wrote chapter 1 already. :)

Word Count: 1000

Prologue: The Birth of Something New

The jewel was gone, but his lust remained. There were so many new feelings raging inside of him, impulses warring against sense as he looked for a new purpose. His plan to take the tainted jewel had backfired when Kikyou had it burned with her body, the jewel remaining pure. He had no hopes of ever finding the jewel again—so he needed amusement.

Dark eyes nearly sparkled at the sight of her: dark hair, bright eyes, and an aura nearly as dark as his own.

In an instant, he appeared in front of her—no trickery, no illusion—just he, himself. With a smirk that made her shiver, he took her hand. The possessiveness in his grasp didn't turn her off from him, but quite the opposite—she knew she had to have him, just as he had to have her.

"Your name?" It was the first thing he said to her, and they were both already intrigued: she with his power, and he with the fact that she looked strikingly like Kikyou, save her bright, blue eyes.

"Sekeida. And you?"

"Naraku." His voice was smooth and inviting, and instead of resisting it, she pulled him closer to her, welcoming his intentions fully.

"Enchanted."

Dark energy crackled against his skin, burning it slightly, and he loved every minute of it. It satisfied something within his soul, however brief, and though he wouldn't fool himself into thinking he loved the dark miko, he knew he would keep her around for awhile.

"Lying again, I see," Naraku seethed as his eyes bore into the dark miko's back, as if he was trying to kill her with his gaze alone. He was beyond furious—a feeling that was only fueled when her only answer was to turn to look at him and smirk.

"You do not own me, Naraku." Her voice was calm, though her heart jumped slightly when his eyes fell on her bulging belly. Nine months had passed since their first meeting, and Naraku had highly regretted falling into the impulse that was Sekeida.

"Not you, perhaps. But the child is mine."

"Never!"

This time, it was Naraku who smirked, and it sent a shiver down her spine—this time, for a different reason. She, too, regretted falling into her impulse with him; her amusement with him had barely lasted beyond the night. But she wasn't going to allow her baby to grow up fatherless—and, unfortunately, the child was undoubtedly fathered by him.

"You have been nothing but lies since we met; you owe me at least this." Finding out that Sekeida was actually a hanyou in addition to being a dark miko had just been the first of many surprises—one he had discovered on the morning they had awoken.

He still couldn't say that he loved her—or that he ever loved her—but he was supposed to be the manipulative one, and he wouldn't stand for her lies any longer. As soon as that baby was born, he was killing her—and Sekeida knew that.

"Fine. You want the truth?" Naraku gave a single nod, though he already knew what she was going to say. "I have not been faithful to you. Ever. But I never claimed I would be. You being the father of my child does not make you my mate." She lifted her chin, pushing her shoulders back, managing to look more dignified than ever. "I take no one as my mate; it has always been so."

Naraku's youki flared. Just because he had never loved her didn't mean he would stand for being disrespected in such a blatant way. She showed no remorse for her actions, but he would make her feel remorse, even if it came in her death.

Dark eyes rested on her stomach once more, and the smirk that had so enchanted her at first returned, only managing to disgust her further.

"The baby is mine," he repeated, his voice colder than she'd ever heard it before.

After hours of labor, Naraku was growing impatient. He, of course, expected her to deliver the baby on her own—after how she had treated him, she hadn't deserved any help. He let a growl rip through his throat as he entered her bedchamber, arms crossed as he stared at the pain-stricken dark miko in front of him. It just so happened that the birth of their child was occurring on the night she was human, which was probably making the birth more painful for her, much to his pleasure.

"Are you almost done?"

Sekeida shot a glare that could've spelled his death if she had been able to attack, but simply gave a nod. "I get to choose the name," she declared, and Naraku didn't see much importance in arguing with her. The name wasn't what was important, anyway—it didn't affect how he would get to raise the child.

The time seemed to stretch on for eternity, when finally a sharp cry pierced his ears. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the head…of his daughter.

Sekeida's breathing grew sharp, and Naraku could smell death on her. He wouldn't have to do much to end her life, he decided—this birth was taking its toll on her well enough. But when the baby was completely born, Sekeida smirked at him.

"Her name is Mitsuko." Her voice was quiet, and though she despised the man who was her father, it was evident that she loved her little girl. She sent one last glare in his direction, coupled with a smirk, and her final words nearly sent a chill down Naraku's spine. "She will be your curse," she promised—just as Naraku pierced her heart, killing her instantly.

He took the little girl in his arms, and Onigumo's heart beat in protest within him when Naraku promised himself he did not—would not—love her. He would never love anything.

"Mitsuko," he murmured, rolling his eyes at the name.

Mitsuko…child of light.

End Note: And so, a new story begins. I know for those of you who read Twisted Fate are going to be like.. "What the heck, I've read this before!" But, no harm in a little reminder for what this story will be about? ::wishful thinking:: Anywho, for new readers - any reviews and feedback would be wonderful!