Emiyan: Hiya! Another Inu-ficcie! The pairings are undecided as of yet, so don't go around and start asking questions. But I will answer that I don't think Naraku will be in the fiction... I mean, he might, but--
Torakai: (glares)
Emiyan: Okay. Time to stop talking. I don't own Inuyasha.
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Prologue
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The sky was a purple-gray color, and although there was not a speck of rain, there were flashes of lightning, bright against the grayness. A figure moved amongst the trees that were swaying in the air, acting as the wind's plaything. She was like a ghost, and who did not know here would think so.
She was pale with contrasting black hair pooling over her shoulders, tied back with a measly ribbon. Her clothes stamped her as a miko, and the odd-creatures that floated around her, dropping white orbs into her, signaled her as dead.
A soft glow of blue light surrounded her hand, in which a shard of the Shikon Jewel lay, awaiting the time when it could be reunited. Kikyou looked down at it. Something so small could cause so much pain. She had learned from experience the jewel, despite its power, did not bring happiness.
She clutched at it until the shard pierced her skin. She did not bleed, for she had lost the ability to do so some fifty years ago. She would love nothing more than to see red liquid forming in her hand where the crystalline shard had stabbed her. But ... her soul ... only a small fragment, like the shard, remained within her. The rest lay within the Kagome-wench. The one who had stolen Inuyasha ... everything ... from her.
Kikyou sighed and slipped it carefully into her pocket before sitting down on the rim of the Bone Eater's Well. She looked only semi-suprised that she had not noticed this place earlier.
It was the place where Kagome had appeared. Near the place where she had died. Her mahogany eyes softened as a tiny voice in her head whispered a name.
"Inuyasha."
She could feel her heart (so she thought, she thought it had frozen over, that or she no longer had one) twinge.
Just as she was about to lift herself up and away from the well, something crashed into her, sending the miko into the well. She gasped painfully and tried to lift herself up, but found herself pinned to the bottom by the weight of whoever had been so rude as to crash into her. Before her vision could be clouded in darkness, a sea of violet light engulfed her and a familiar voice cried out.
"Ha! Take that Sesshoumaru... Sesshoumaru...? Where are you, you coward!"
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Emiyan: The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
