Scrolls for the Brokenhearted

AN: The summary might have been confusing, but please bear with me! I don't own "Inuyasha", but I own this story, and any characters that you are not familiar of/with whatsoever. So please don't sue me! [checks pockets] All I really have is a box of cereal, an expired bowl of ice cream, three pennies and snoring orangutan. My allowance is freaky. Yes, I know. well, this is my first Inuyasha fic ever, so please be gentle. This is all going to be in 1st person POV, who's an OC of mine.

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The Basics of My Life

This is the story of a young woman, a woman whose life and soul are both dirtied and tainted with sadness, misfortune, and calamity. A story of me, the simple daughter of a simple mother. I go by the name Reyhana, known to aid the common beings in this land of ancient wars and suffering. I write in this scroll in need to empty the heavy burden of solitude and hurting that my heart has carried throughout so many decades of my existence in humanity. My dear friend and half mother Fatima encouraged me to do this, being the only person who knows when my heart aches or when it sings a happy tune. But she never hears those happy tunes; only in her dreams and her wishes does she listen to my heart's melodies.

Well enough of my mother and let us ink my pen again and start off with the story of how I came to subsist in the world. I warn you that my life is nothing to be excited or keyed up about. My life is nothing like those fairy tales a small child would listen to under a coverlet of black skies, while his mother held him close to her bosom and spoke of tales of loves at first sight. No, no, goodness me. You would be outright and utterly erroneous if you thought so. My story is a sad one, one that the fainted- hearted should not bother to lay their time upon to listen to.

It all started almost 95 years ago, when my mother was but a young poor girl, whose family had died of a terrible famine, the worst one ever jotted down in history. She was the only one in her whole village who survived such a terrible tragedy. She was the youngest of 6 children, and the youngest in the family also. She was only a small child when such a curse was stained upon her life. She went by the name Kumiko, a named meaning factually 'eternal beautiful child', which is what she was back then. She thought that all hope has lost and vanished when her darkness became light and her conscious eyes squirmed around the shallow graves of her dear brothers, sisters, and family members.

As she always told me this story back when I was but a little girl myself, I could imagine her childhood self, arching towards the graves before her, praying to the gods that their souls would rest in peace and in solemnity. I could imagine the great shock that gushed into her body as she found out that she was all alone in that cruel and dangerous world she laid in. She was so defenseless and so easy to cause cowering fear. Only being 9 years old, she already had thoughts of suicide and death, not understanding why she was the only solitary survivor of such a gullible fate. I even cried the first time when my mother told me her tale; I felt like I was there with her, with the way she explained her story and all.

She was such a captivating woman, that she was. She really could not handle such attention, so which is why she always stayed inside and cared for her sick aunt, who was the woman who rescued her from her isolated and dark world of evil abandonment. She told me she never knew she had an aunt back then, but was told to stay with her until she died. So Kumiko did so, and she blossomed dazzlingly. She was the woman whom all men wished for her hand in marriage. Every move, every step, and ever gaze she made would alter pleasuring sensation to any man's perverted imagination. She really detested men such as the ones in her village, and so she remained husbandless for quite some time. Until my father appeared...

But first let me explain to you a few things about me. I am not what you consider to be normal, ordinary, plain, or dull in no such way; even though I wish sometimes that I was plain and dull. I am what you might consider as being a rarity, extinct, the last of its own kind. And indeed I am such a thing, for my father was a mixed demon, something considered very unlikely. Yes, there are those who are cursed with human blood in their veins or what not. That's very true.

But have there ever been any demons that are mixed with something else other than human blood in them? Well actually, yes. My father is one of those victims, or perhaps the only victim of such a destiny. My father was called the Dragon faerie, for my grandmother was a dragon demon, and my grandfather was an ocean faerie. My mother said that their love was as pure as the air we breathed, that they would never deceive each other ever. My grandparents' families thought that their love was foolish and simple silliness, and so they both ran off to a faraway land, known as India.

There they bore my father, whom they named Mamoru. They were said to be a happy family, up until the villagers discovered their identities and took their lives. They did not survive their tragic murders, for they disguised themselves as humans and so died like so. If they showed their true colors, not even the whole country could defeat their brutal strengths.

But my father miraculously managed to escape the country and returned back here to Japan, around almost two decades later. And then he scampered and arrived in a village, my mother's village to be precise.

I always tend to spring up a smile on my face every time I am reminded of how my beloved parents crossed paths. My mother always told me that the moment she saw him, she said it was like she was flying in the clouds. She said her hate and her dark soul was brightened and freed the moment he felt his hand hold hers for the first time. She always told me about how handsome my father was, being a mixed demon and all. I never could imagine a male being in having eyes as pink as the carnations in our garden or even having hair as lavender as the orchids hanging upon the vines on the walls. Our hut was very known to have those orchid vines all around; it was even known as a sanctuary for some of the monks who traveled around the country to find inner peace, or something along those lines.

Well, the orchid-vine hut in which I'm talking about is the place where my mother gave birth to me. My home was a place of peace and tranquility. It was a place where many would enter to bring reconciliation to their darkened souls. It was seen as a resting place of some sort. When I was little, I never really considered my home to be so, but I respected the elderly and the wise, and so didn't bother to oppose them.

My father died even before my mother knew she was pregnant with me. She didn't have the heart to tell me how he died; she just told me that he was now resting in peace. I know my mother had very deep emotions over everything, and her heart could easily break into pieces. So I was always cautious over everything I said in her presence. She always told me that I looked exactly like him; lilac hair, rosy eyes, long ears, and claws. My fangs weren't grown out yet, but she told me that they would come out after I reach puberty, something that I feared the most at that time.

But there was one particular day that had changed our lives forever, the day I met the great taiyoukai lord...

I remembered that I was staying over at my friend Hekari's hut, where I had to ask her for an herb to heal my sick mother from food poisoning. Hekari's house was a good and long walk away from my home, but I knew my way and never got lost.

But when I was on my way back, it started to snow all of a sudden. It was winter season, I know, but it felt kind of strange to suddenly snow so much in such an unpredictable rate. I felt low winds blowing all around my face and back, and so I immediately knew that there was a slight storm coming our way. I began to walk faster than before, every now and then looking around my surroundings to make sure there were no demons lurking about. I feared humans the most though, knowing that their minds are anywhere but in the gutter, especially when it comes to respecting women.

But to no matter. I now started running, as I felt that the winds were becoming harsher than the last time. I ran as much as I could, but I accidentally bumped into a tree root, and I fell to the ground, mother's herb scattering about in the snow. I squirmed and picked up the tiny pieces, and I finally poured them inside the little container. I sighed in relief, but the ground suddenly shook at surprise, causing me to lose my balance and fall on the cold snow once again. But I stood up again without fear and ran again, hoping and wishing that I'd arrive home safe and sound. But boy was I wrong...I was so ever dreadfully wrong...

The slight snow storm that I thought was so turned into a blizzard, and by the force of the winds around me, I knew that I was caught in its eye. I held on to mother's herb close to my bosom, and I put an arm under my face in might to improve my sight. All I saw was white. Everything around me; every corner, every inch and every mile that I saw was white. But I felt something near me, like there was this irresistible force, battling a fight of some sort. I looked to my left, to where Lake Sukiyaki was near, and I just couldn't resist but to follow my childish curiosity.

When I got there, I gasped with fear as I saw a huge, white dragon facing me from the middle of the solid-ice lake. Its eyes were the only thing that I could see, its fiery red color brightening with heat as I my breathing became shortened and my lungs seemed unable to bring in air.

'Does it...know me...,' I thought as I clenched the substance in my bosom, and saw the enraged expression on its face as it looked down towards me. I noticed immediately that the creature in front of me was a snow dragon, a demon that I thought only existed in legends and folklores. But I proved them wrong, I saw it with my very eyes, and I knew that he wanted me. He knew where I was, but the reason why he was looking for me I didn't know.

But then I saw its snow white-scaled body slither slowly towards me, as I back up a few steps and then ran off to the forest again. I turned left, and went almost around the lake, which was the path to return home, and every time I looked behind, that cursed dragon was closing in on me. But to my lack of strength, I fell down on the snow and somehow slipped into the ice-coated lake. I lay helpless on the ice, as I opened my eyes and looked straight at the white dragon almost a mere foot away from me. I was terrified out of my mind; what was I to do? I saw its icy claws rise majestically, as they were prepared to rip me in half.

I shrieked with apprehension as my eyes widened towards the claw attacking me. But when I cowered in fear and close my eyes, ready to face death, I felt no pain; no injury. I opened my eyes again, and saw this huge paw in front of me, as if in protection. I look up, and saw a pair of dog-like fangs snarling towards the snow dragon. The dog-like youkai growled at the scaly creature I now looked at, as I shook with fear. That same paw that was in front of me slide towards me, and hid me behind its other paw, to keep me unharmed I supposed. But the snow dragon, to my surprise, disappeared! I blinked my eyes confusedly as rubbed my eyes and tried to notice this sudden departure. I looked up again, and looked into the taiyoukai's eyes, but they weren't evil; they were caring and relieving to look at. The wind blew hard still, as I noticed that I couldn't feel my legs, hands, lips, or nose. I was basically in the brink of death, and now I finally noticed.

As I began to breathe hot air through my cold lips, I felt a pair of arms pick me up from the frigid-icy surface. My sight was beginning to darken, as I felt his warm breath heat my heart from fear. I felt my body moving out of the lake, as it seemed like a man held me in his arms and walked into the forest.

Sunset was coming upon us, as I looked into the man's eyes. I still wasn't able to see, but his face seemed so indifferent from any man's face; he wasn't a villager, that's for sure. I know he noticed my gaze, for he stopped walking and looked at me concernedly.

"Where do you live, little girl?" His voice and deep and very alarmed, as I slowly gained sight, and noticed his sunny amber eyes fixing upon my frozen visage. I could hardly speak from the cold, but I managed to say the basics.

"Hokkaido...north-east..." My voice was very scratchy, but that's the best I could do. But then I remembered. My mother...she was sick! She might be in the verge of death as we speak, and it would be my entire fault. I grabbed the man's shirt, and his flowing silver hair sat upon my dirty kimono.

"Please hurry...mother's...sick...herb..." I mumbled, as I felt his hand push me towards his chest, as to comfort me. After that, I felt like I was flying in the sky, as my eyes shut slowly, and saw darkness.

I could feel fire warming my skin as I pressed my eyes to perception and opened my eyes.

"So you finally wake." I perked my head up and looked at the man that I guessed was my rescuer. I showed neither fear nor anger; just surprise. He was quite a handsome man, if I say so now, and he seemed to be kind of in his thirties around there somewhere. His eyes were narrow, and his skin was a deep color of paleness. His eyes were brighter than the sun, and he had claws instead of human hands. But what dazzled me the most was his long silver-blue hair; it was like looking at a tumbling waterfall. He had a grin on his face as he become aware of my awakening.

I looked at the surroundings, and noticed that I was home.

"Where's my mother?" I asked calmly, looking at his eyes. He smiled at me with charm, and stood up.

"Your mother is currently resting," he answered, "I took the herb you held in your hand, and gave it to her. She should be as good as new once she wakes up."

I looked concernedly at him, as I began to wonder about the other villagers. Did they notice him in here?

"I arrived here a few moments ago. It is almost midnight; none of the villagers know that I am here."

"Oh," I said understandingly. I sighed deeply as my curiosity started taking over again. "Who are you?" I looked at him, as he walked towards the bench near the kitchen, and grabbed a soft winter blanket. He walked towards me, and grinned again.

"My name is Inutaisho, Lord of the Western Lands," he said to me as he wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, as he then sat down again across from me. "At your service."

"Thank you," I said, wrapping the blanket tighter around me as I looked at him, "for saving my life..." He nodded with a smile.

"You are welcome, miss." He bowed his w"aist down, as I shyly giggled. "You now know who I am, but I do not recall your name." I scoffed a smile and placed my hands in my lap.

"My name's Reyhana." He nodded.

"That is a very beautiful name, indeed," he said. I thanked him kindly, and looked at the door that led to my mother's room.

"So you are youkai, nay?" he asked me. I kept looking at the door, but still regarded to his question.

"My father was half dragon youkai and half faerie," I answered. But I felt his eyes widened.

"Tell me, Reyhana. What is your father's name?" he asked me, his brows making his face express deep interest. I looked at him, unsure of myself.

"Shitaka, Mamoru," I said.

"Ah yes. I thought so. You have the same features as he does. The hair, the eyes, the ears. You're identical to him."

"You...knew my father?" I asked him, in deep desire to know more.

"Of course. He was my helper back at my first years as a youkai lord. He and I were close friends for a very long time, until I renounced him from his duties and let him be. He then came back to one of my banquets I invited him for, and he brought along the most dazzling creature...I've ever laid eyes upon..." He then looked at me again, and smiled. "It was your mother..." My eyes widened even more as he told me that.

"You know...my mother, too?" I asked shocked. He nodded.

"Kumiko, is it not?" he asked, "she was truly a work of art, if I may say so myself. Mamoru introduced your mother to me, and her beauty was unlike anything I have ever seen before. She was really a very attractive woman. But I was not the only one amazed by her. Every other youkai in my palace could not keep her eyes off her either. Mamoru was quite disturbed by it, the poor chap. You have her face and same facial features." I had no choice but to blush at his kind compliment, feeling like a little bug for some reason.

"I do not intend to be nosy, but can I ask if you know how my father died? My mother never told me..." I asked him.

"Oh, I do not mind. He was killed by a dragon called Ryuukossei. He and I were and still are horrible rivals. He killed your father because he had hidden feelings for your mother. So I guess the reason why my dear friend is now dead was because of jealousy and envy. I want to avenge your father's death. It's the least I can do in order to repay all his dedication and friendship to me."

"Really..." I whispered amazed, "So you really must have been close friends, huh?" Inutaisho looked at me at first saddened by my father's memory, but his eyes were glowing with pride as he then grinned at me.

"Yes. In fact, he and I were so close, that before he died he made me your godfather, and your mother's personal and unseen guardian," he answered.

"My...godfather?" I said shaken by his answer, "and so that is why you saved me from the snow dragon, correct?"

He nodded again. "Precisely."

Since that day on, I've had a huge respect for demons. I feared them when I was little, but now with him around, I feel as happy as I could have ever been. My mother woke up the next morning, and surprisingly greeted Inutaisho with a certain appeal in her eyes, like she felt some kind of attachment towards him. He did say that they knew each other before, so I supposed that explained her strange actions towards him. No one ever knew about them two being together, for he only came after sunset, when everyone was inside their huts resting.

But after a few more months of his weekly visits, he finally offered to take us to his palace and stay there for a couple of days. If you could've seen the wide smile I plastered on my face, you would've thought I was some little girl looking at the largest bowl of ramen to ever exist. Yes, I was that happy...

So we went there, and we arrived along the tall marvel steps heading up towards his palace doors. It was a beautiful castle indeed, with smooth windows and silk curtains. The front yard was a garden, filled with flowers of all kinds. It was so many times better than our pathetic little garden. I was clinging on my mother's right hand, and I stood between the demon lord and my sight-dazzled mother. We finally got to the double doors, and a little frog-like servant opened the door for us.

"Welcome back, m'Lord!" he said excitedly. Inutaisho nodded at the foul- looking creature with a respecting smile.

"Thank you, Jaken." The little creature that I know now is Jaken looked towards my mother and I with wide eyes, as if he was petrified.

"M'Lord. Mind I ask you what are your intentions with these creatures?" Inutaisho looked somewhat uncomfortable with the question, but he answered anyway.

"This is Mamoru Shitaka's widow and daughter. They will be staying here for a couple of days. That is all." Jaken then bowed down and nodded.

"My apologies for my unkind behavior. Pardon me." Inutaisho nodded forgivingly.

"Jaken, where is my son?" he asked.

"He is in the veranda, sire."

"Ah, I see. Would you go and tell him to come inside. We have guests." Jaken bowed down.

"Yes, m'Lord. Right away!" And so Jaken gave him a last nod and scampered away.

"So how is your son doing, especially after Kyame's death and all? It must be so hard for him. The poor dear," my mother said sighing. Inutaisho offered us a seat in the main room, the walls painted like nocturnal scenery of Lake Sukiyaki. It was very well done, and it seemed so mystical and dreamy-like. It was my favorite part of the palace, other than the garden. Then as we sat in the main room, the sunlight burning us warmly from the glass window, I see another pair of yellow eyes stare upon our direction.

"I cannot believe that you hospitalize their kind inside of our own home. You're such a fool, father." And that's when I first laid eyes upon the demon that would change our lives forever; the demon that jotted down my course and both saved and shattered my life: Sesshomaru, the future Lord of the Western Lands.

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