Cold Corruption

CHAPTER 1: MEET THE FAMILY

"Wanna say that again wolf boy?!"

"Yeah, I do. You're an egotistical, pompous, ugly wench who makes the man cringe from the sight of her!"

"Oh that's it! You want to go down, we'll down! I will fuck you up front and back!"

"Natasha!"

"Bring it on bitch!"

"You son of a-"the girl with raven hair, and two silver forelocks jumped at the wolf demon who was mocking her. But she was swiftly caught in someone's arms, whose she didn't care, just some on was stopping her from kicking the day lights out of her childhood nemesis. He smirked at her, crossing his arms smugly. She felt like ripping it from his face.

Kome, her life long enemy, from the day they were born. Was he twenty human summers, his growth process slowing down to his demon live term. He was tall, handsome, had black hair that was tipped red, that he kept short and spiked out, two tendrils of red hair in front of each of his pointy ears, had the most amazing aqua eyes, and wore his gray wolf furs with pride. He was arrogant, tough, and a speed demon to the core. And she also hated him with her very being. Since the day they could talk, he's been insulting her nonstop, which ahs resulted in two broken arms, six fractured or broken ribs, five bloody noses, and three concussions. All thanks to her. Oh, he may act like he's the shit, but he wasn't worth the dirt under her feet.

Natasha stopped struggling against the pinning arms, and tugged her top down, glaring daggers at the smug wolf. She was currently eighteen, and showing her growing figure. Her raven hair went to her waist, much like her father, and she kept her two forelocks of silver at her shoulders, her bangs streaked with more silver. Her golden honey eyes flashed with fair, and she crossed her tanned toned arms.

"You good?"

"yeah, I'm fine," she replied turning her head to look on a man of about thirty seven, with dark hair, that had a streak of white at his temples. There were minute wrinkles around his deep violet eyes, and his laugh lines were showing, but nothing diminished the handsome man that uncle Miroku. He had a good six inches on her, but he knew she could kick his ass any day.

"You know, these fights are becoming childish. Your fathers get along just fine, but it looks like the feelings were passed on." Natasha rolled her eyes. That was her mother for you. Sensible, practical, and charming. Her daughter turned to give her the lazy eye. But she smiled. She still marveled at demon mating. Kagome didn't look a day older than her daughter, but had a good twenty years on her.

"Seriously, Kome, do you think you and Natasha NOT fight for one day?"

Kome groaned, "Come on mother."

"Don't you come on me, pup, remember, I once treated those injuries she would give you." Ayame smiled as her first born son cringed, reminded that although Natasha was two years younger than him, and female, she could still give him a good beating.

"Ha-ha, I still can't get over the fact you get beat up by a girl," Jinto said from his lounging position, sipping some chilled tea his mother made. Kome glared at him as he sat down in front of his aunt's house.

"Look whose talking. What happened that time? Oh yeah, 'please, some body help! Natasha's going to kill me!'" Kome faked a girly scream, which made Jinto blush. Natasha kicked dirt at Kome before going to sit next to her brother, flicking a finger over the chains that the fifteen year old liked to wear. Though they mainly lived in the feudal era, that didn't stop Jinto from going punk. Frankly, she thought it fit him. He'd wear two black sweaters, even on hot days, and the top one was torn and slashed on random places. He wore black jeans, and no matter what, he always wore his favorite black combat boots. When he smiled, he showed the faintest hint of fangs, his black, silver tipped hair was worn in a short Mohawk, right between his gray dog ears, one perky and the other was somehow always bent. They had numerous piercings, and he had silver eyebrow bolts to match his silver eyes, which he could make cat like at will. All in all, the bad boy look went for him.

"Hey! Back off you mangy mutt! I can beat up my brother any time I want, its an older sibling's right to," Natasha weakly defended, and Jinto flattened his ears at her. Kome laughed at him.

"Oh thanks sis, now I'm an even bigger loser!" he hissed at her, and she quirked a brow.

"Don't worry pup, I'll help you take down your sister any time you need me. Males have to stick together," Kome claimed smugly, making Natasha give him a dry glare.

"Now there's something that's good to hear! But I don't usually do male bonding, I prefer the ladies," Syro shouted as he came out, an almost perfect replica of his father. Much to his mother's disappointment. For not only did he look like Miroku, he inherited his father's 'traits' as well. If you stuck around long enough, and listened carefully, you can hear the resounding smack a female hand gave to his cheek. Of all his brothers and sisters, he had to be the one lecher of them all. Oh how his father was proud.

"Please, do us a favor and don't go into details," Natasha commented, examining her nails. They were longer than average, and she flexed them out for show. Syro nodded and decided the sit away from her.

"I'll check on the children," Kagome shook her head and went inside the surprising modern day like hut. Her mate had done it for her, since she had decided it would be easier to just stay there. Now, she was the village miko, ten years supreme after Keade's death. But she still missed the old woman's dry humor.

She turned a corner, and smiled. There was her youngest of twelve years, Kosha. They sat in the middle of the room, huddled together like a secret cult, scrolls and ink wells everywhere. Right now, Kosha was sitting next to Miru and Sano, Miroku's and Sango's twin boy and girl. They were eight now, and while Sano looked like her mother, Miru actually took after his uncle Kohaku. But they both had Sango's eyes. A little ways to the right was Mya, Kouga's youngest of thirteen, who was bouncing Miroku's youngest Suka, a little toddler of two, on her knee. Mya was a red head like her mother, but had her father's eyes and had a patience that neither parent showed. But her temper was quick to snap when seriously provoked. Suka, clapped and laughed as Mya made faces, her bright purple eyes shining like her light tan hair.

Kagome came up behind her son and crouched down to them. Miru and Sano popped up their heads, and smiled their twin smile. "Hi aunt Kagome!"

Kosha turned and smiled sheepishly, "hey mom."

"How's it going?" Kagome asked innocently, and the twins pounced her.

"Kosha's a good teacher! He taught us all the letters, and how to spell cat, and dog, and hat, and –"

"Okay! Okay! Let me see!" Kagome laughed and held out a hand to the hyperactive twins, which they put scrolls in. she went over them seriously, trying not to giggle at the twins sloppy handwriting. "Very good! You guys are getting better every day! Well, Kosha, I guess you are a good teacher."

Kosha smiled again, his golden eyes sparkling beneath snowy bangs. His silver hair was streaked with black, and he most of all looked like his father.

"I told you Kosha, you have many talents," Mya said to him, and Kosha blushed beet red.

"Um, t-thanks Mya." Kagome flicked her eyes between the two. He had the BIGGEST crush on Mya, it was so cute. But, it was his preteen hormones waking up, she was sure. Soon enough, he'd be just like Syro. Wait, scratch that, it was bad enough there was one Syro.

"Hey mom!" Kagome stood as Natasha came in, "dad and uncle Kouga are back, you have got to see this!"

Kagome rolled her eyes. Here we go. All of them went, Kagome, Kosha, the twins, and Mya holding Suka, to the front yard, where the hanyou and wolf demon proudly showed their catch. They could see Jinto laughing madly with Kome, and Ayame was trying really hard not to giggle. Miroku hung his head sadly.

"Well? It's the biggest I've got so far," Inuyasha smirked, and laying a hand on the giant fish that graced his side. Kouga barked a laugh

"Are you kidding? This is my kill, right after it dragged you under."

Inuyasha just shook his head, "no that was you, I had to save your sorry ass and lug this thing on to shore."

Kouga opened his mouth, but Kagome quickly stepped in, "that's fine and everything, but who's going to gut and clean it?"

The two looked and each other and Kouga stepped aside, "go ahead, it's your kill."

Inuyasha held up his hands, "no, I think you should do some work, and besides, you did help some. So it's kind of your kill too."

"You're both going to do it, cause I'm going to cook it," Sango said from the doorway, crossing her arms menacingly. The two males gulped. Even after four kids and twenty years with Miroku, she was still sane and good enough to kick ass. That has been shown one too many times. Miroku sighed, and laid a hand on Inuyasha's shoulder.

"And this I live with every day be strong men."

Kouga snorted as he took the fish by the gills and started leading it out back. "Like I need to be afraid of a woman."

Inuyasha glanced at him, "say that again, I dare ya. See what you get tonight."

Kouga gulped again, and glanced at his mate, who was giving him a questioning glare. "Nah, I think I want to keep my manhood."

One wolf demon and two teenagers watched them go, the rest going inside. Jinto grinned and gulped the last of his tea. "I am never going to mate."

"Don't talk too soon young one," Kome leaned back on the porch and watched the setting sun, "who knows what female will get your blood boiled."

"Unfortunately for you," Natasha cut in, clucking her tongue, "whatever female comes in arms length of you will run from your hideous face and bad body order."

"I don't see you running."

"That's because I hate you."

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She was immensely bored. For her, there was no time, no days, weeks, years, but the endless drag of space. There was no here but her. Except for the stars. They were her friends, her companions. They lit the dark abyss of space, and she used them at her will. They were like little servants that were willing to her beck and call. So she formed her little palace, made from stars and light. It was just platforms of circles, shining a pearly white, different levels and what looked like stairs. And she was very bored.

The girl like woman sat up in her resting place she made of clouds and stepped lightly over the giant circle of light. The cloud disappeared and she wandered aimlessly. Nothing was fun anymore, there was no purpose in leaving her little haven. She looked up, and raised a hand. From out of no where, random shaped jewels came floating down, looking like they were cut form the earth. But in truth, they were her links to the world outside her own. They were different colors, cut different ways, but she loved them all. They were like stones taken from a rainbow. She smiled when a particularly big one came down, a solid crystal globe that had a light of its own. Form where it came, she had no idea. It was like her, being of random creation, with no parent or other like her. Except the globe. That too talked to her, a friend she would always have. It told her things, of what was happening in the world outside her own, and what excitement there was. But it hadn't come for some time, and she was growing lonely.

But she giggled when it came to her, sitting in the palms of her hands. "Hello, what do you bring me?"

She cocked her head, as if listening intently. She gasped, and a childish smiled brightened her face. "So it is true? It has now reawakened?"

Her smile grew wider and she danced in place. She looked into the cloudy globe intently. "I have waited and waited, never thinking it would return. But now it has, and I can have it. The most beautiful jewel in creation, to add to my collection."

She turned when she heard tiny voices, and saw her jewels crowding around her. She leaned in close to a ruby red one, and it flashed in reflecting light. But she smiled when she saw the terrified face of a young girl, banging her hands as if on wall, and screaming in a soundless voice. She turned wide eyes to her. "The treasure of my collection, it will be mine. And no one will stop me."

::::::::::::::::yeah, I came up with an idea!!!!! ::doing happy jig::