Author's note: This story is not going to be one of those 'happy' stories where everything manages to be all right. I've decided that it's time that I make my first dark story. This story while have the characters in self realization positions with a bit of fictional reality (Oxymoron aye?) So, please feel free to review or flame, but if you flame I expect my error pointed out and I will answer you on my next chapter with my view.

This first chapter will deal with self-injury. So injurers read at your own risk!

This first chapter will also have Suicide in it! So be warned!

Self-injury and suicide are not laughing matters so I would like any reviewers not to comment about how "stupid" or "dumb" it is, BECAUSE it is a serious issue.

Upon Fake Wings

Chapter Name:

The Day I Died…

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Flashbacks

Stressed word

"Abandon every hope, ye who enter here"
(Dante Alighieri)

(First POV)

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream to the heavens about how I had been wronged. Nothing could make this pain go away, this pain that was tearing apart my soul. I finally managed to climb out of that damn and miserable well. A loose piece of wood sliced the top of my arm as I climbed out of there. The blood freely flowed like my soul was trying to leave my body. I stood up and moved my drenched hair from my face and kicked the well. I cursed it hell and then spat upon it. I ran up the steps and into the dangerous weather.

The wind was blowing and the rain pounded down on my bruised and bloodied flesh. I looked up into the enraged sky and screamed out my sorrows. That's when I fell to my knees and began to sob into a sickening laughter. I looked up at my house and saw that it was empty. Only a news line flashed in the front of my mind.

Mother Slaughters Son and Grandfather

Walking into that living room brought fresh pain. I slowly walked towards the now haunted house. I opened the back door and let the blood freely drip down my arm. I left the door open as I made my way to the kitchen counter. I ducked under the police tap and looked at the chalked figures on the floor before I threw open a drawer. The metal clashing to the floors was music to my ears. I hungrily eyed the knives before I picked up the one that sang to me. I listened to its promises of relief as I sunk to the floor. I then looked at my left wrist and smiled before I placed my head back.

I laughed and then quickly stopped as I heard a soft mew. They had left Buyo, but Eri was going to take him. I flipped my left arm around and quickly brought the blade across. I didn't feel, so in anger I repeated the process till blood ran onto my floor. I took my shirt off and ran the blade across my breast to feel the cold touch of the metal. The process was like some sardonic symphony made in my blood. Yes, my blood is what started this whole process. I brought the blade up and could see my beautiful life slowly leaking away.

I licked the blade before I stabbed the ground in anger. I hated life. I could now imagine my eyes like hers. I growled before I slashed my left wrist, I brought the knife down the right way on both wrists. I finally felt released from my horrid existence. I pushed myself to my back and lay in my own pool of blood. I laughed at the thought of whoever had the honor of finding my body. It would be days until I would be found, but by then my goal would be done. I looked up at the ceiling and screamed.

I still had a few things left to do.

The clouds were gathering overhead as I walked out of the quiet little hut. We had finally managed to find Naraku, and he ran off. I looked back at the sobbing Taijiya and Houshi before I left. Shippo was sleeping on top of the roof with Kirara; he had grown to my hip and had increased in power. I smiled as I left my bow beside my pack and took nothing into the forest. I knew that Inuyasha would come and save me. I smiled at how close we had become.

Kikyo had been gone for months now. After she fell from the cliff into the miasma, everyone thought she was dead. She connected me and without hesitation I helped her. She hid her scent and changed her identity, since she could no longer purify the jewel. I had been a fool in thinking she would just leave and let us be. I had dedicated five long years of my life, and now I was finally beginning to see the truth. I stood upwind and behind a tree. I used my Miko ki to hide from both of them. It began to rain as I listened to each word.

"Kikyo."

"I am still wandering this realm Inuyasha. Naraku was a fool to try and be rid of me," Kikyo said with malice.

"Why have you just come to me?" Inuyasha uncertainly asked.

"I need your help," Kikyo truthfully said.

"Anything," Inuyasha forlornly whispered.

"I have found a spell to get rid of Naraku and I need only one more item," Kikyo explained.

"What?" He excitedly asked.

"I need to be at full power," Kikyo finished as her eyes turned dark.

"I...don't understand," Inuyasha stuttered.

"Do not be coy!" Kikyo hissed.

"I will do anything…to be rid of Naraku."

I stared up at the ceiling and thought about his words. I couldn't understand how he could so easily be rid of me. But now that I'm dying I see it all now, I see the fact that he thought of me as a substitute.

"I need revenge," I hissed out.

She gradually stopped breathing and the room became faint. She was surround in her blood and the scene was morbidly beautiful. The clock on the kitchen wall froze and the rain stopped in midair. A dark figure walked into the kitchen and stood next to victim of suicide. He grinned as he kneeled down and dipped his index and middle finger in her blood. He put it to his mouth and sucked before he laughed out in satisfaction.

"So, sweet and yet…so full of malice," he whispered with a dreamy look. He held his hand above her almost dead body and snapped. Time was still frozen, only now her soul was in front him. Her long black was drenched in sweat and she had tears of hate and regret running down her cheeks.

"Only five seconds, and yet it seems like eternity," he whispered in her ear.

"Who are you?" She growled.

"Kagome Higurashi, you know where you were at and you know me," he laughed as he let his black eyes show.

"Emma-O?" Kagome questioned.

"I have many names yet no one alive knows my true name," he said with a smirk.

"What do you want with me?" Kagome asked without respect since her afterlife had been hell.

"You need revenge and I'm willing to give you your soul back for this," he offered.

"What's the catch?" Kagome asked knowing there was always a catch.

"You become my goddess of sexual love and war," he suggested in a sales tone.

"What am I sacrificing?" She questioned.

"Your humanity, your body," he whispered.

"Yet I'll get my revenge," she thought aloud.

"You'll never age…you'll be powerfully…you'll be living," he whispered inside her head.

"Agreed," Kagome eagerly said as she shook his hand.

"Good, but when you breathe go to the well and never comeback to this plain," he warned before vanishing.

The pain was worth it. Her soul twisted and darkened with her unfed emotions of malice and thoughts of death. She sat up quickly and without thinking she ran to the well. She jumped in and watched as the light transported her back. It was still raining and was slippery to climb out. She fell to ground in a heap. She closed her eyes and let the rain wash her naked body. The deal was made and all she had to do was keep up her end of the bargain. She heard a final whisper before she passed out into the night.

"My beautiful Anat."

Author's Note:

Tell me if I should add another chapter or if it seems excessively dark. I need to know if this should be continued.