I do not own Inuyasha rumiko takahashi does. Yippee, isn't that right
Inuyasha- the Destroyer of Faith
Prologue- the Beginning of the End
-A pub in Japan
"Okay. Let me get this straight. A demon is giving away the legendary Korosu no Yakusoku?" An unbelieving, sarcastic mantis demon asked, giving an absent look to the cloaked figure before him.
"No, fool. Not giving away. You must earn it. A competition is to be held a month from now." The cloaked demon's voice was scratchy, and deep. Too deep to be a normal demon boy. He shifter in his seat, the hilt of the long sword shining beneath his dark clothes in the darkness of the room.
"Why would someone just. give the sword away? I don't understand.." The bug- like demon said in a low tone,
"The sword is very powerful. You must be able to match wits with it when you wield it, or it will consume your soul, and use your body to slaughter as many as it can, before your body is slain, and someone new picks it up, not knowing its history." Came the low voice again.
"So. the demon who owns it now is.afraid of it." The mantis suggested, his eyes getting wide with greed.
"Your not as dumb as you look, demon." The cloaked figure said, breathing in the pub's fumes of whiskey and human unwashed bodies, filthy, and unclean. "I take that back," he contorted, seeing the demon's face grow with greed. Stupid, unknowing greed.
"So.why are you telling this to me? Do you think I have what it takes to obtain the sword?" the mantis demon asked, not too sure whether this cloaked demon felt that he was powerful enough to fight for the sword and win, or dumb enough to believe him.
"Not at all. I am only telling you because I am in the search of a demon that can take responsibility of the sword. Therefore, I need lesser demons for the one to fight."
The mantis demon took a few moments for the information to process into his small brain. He scratched his head with the dead humans body's finger, fresh from a late night killing just a few hours ago. Stealing bodies was a particular habit. He was surprised when a fellow demon had come to him in the pub that night, able to see beneath his humans' skin.
Then, the information the cloaked demon had said took a toll. His eyes grew wide, and he jumped of his stool, causing a number of humans to look at him, questions burning beneath their eyes.
"Maybe you and I should step out side for. a moment." The cloaked demon suggested, standing up, straightening to a towering six feet tall. He leaned over the mantis, and the mantis demon took an instinctive step back.
"N-no." he finally gasped, but it was too late. He was already being dragged outside, into the cold darkness. His doom, like other somewhat strong demons, lay ahead.
-A month later, the day before the competition for the Korosu no Yakusoku.
"My lord. How do you plan to steal it?" asked a nervous Jaken, peering around a white dog demon's cloak, eyes wide and bulging.
"Sesshomaru-sama? Why are you planning to steal the sword, anyway?" came a smaller voice from beside him. Rin. He had meant to say no, when she had asked if she could come along with him to wherever he was going, but he couldn't say no. Perhaps it was her wide, happy eyes, that shined when she was with him.
"Because, I need to make a fair trade, and I cannot do so with my Tensaiga." Sesshomaru said, looking down at the girl. She opened her mouth to protest, but he gently placed a clawed finger to her small, pouting mouth. "Shhh." He said. "Jaken, stay here with her. I'll be back soon."
And Sesshomaru walked off, into the dark gates that led to the small castle. How Naraku had gained the Korosu no Yakusoku, he'd never know. But he did know that Naraku was doing the competition to lure unsuspecting, strong demons, to be his new body. What a waste of a demon, Sesshomaru thought, sneaking through the front doors. He kept low to the ground, and barely allowed himself to breathe.
He entered a small, windowed room, sniffing for the scent of someone. There was. something close by, like a human, but dead, almost, near. But no sign of Naraku.
In the room, his expert eyes crawled across the room, finally landing on a black-sheathed sword. He gently walked into the room, careful not to make a noise.
Placing a long hand to the hilt, he brushed his fingers across the shiny smoothness. But a sudden pang of pain shooting up his arm brought his hand away. The evil energy was overwhelming, and sucked his breath out from his lungs. Get over it, he thought nervously, grabbing for the sword.
He quickly groped for it, picked it off the floor, and turned to leave.
But, standing in the doorway, was a human. A dead human.
"Ah. Kikyou, is it?" Sesshomaru asked, not sure whether he should thank her for imprisoning his hanyou brother for fifty years. But now seemed neither the time nor place for anything idle chit chat.
"Hm. Quick. Take the sword and leave. Naraku is at dinner, and shouldn't be home for a while. Go!" Kikyou said, moving out of the way of the small doorframe.
Sesshomaru almost panicked, not understanding what was going on. What if this were some trap? But the dead miko's eyes did not betray him. He was safe if he left. Now.
Sesshomaru ran past her, a blur to her slow human eyes.
"Sesshomaru."Kikyou said, looking into the darkness at what had once been his white form, but was now gone. "One part of me wants to stop you from killing Inuyasha. The other part wants to help you."
Sesshomaru slowed once he was out of the gates, looking around for his servant and pup-child. His demon eyes soon spotted them, both sitting on the grass, locked in a staring contest.
"Isn't it a little dark to be doing that?" Sesshomaru asked, a rare smile flashing across his mouth. It was understandable for Rin to act this way, but for Jaken to do the same. Well, he knew Rin could get even the toughest man to play marbles with her. It was the expecting look she got in her eyes.
"Sesshomaru-Sama, Jaken's eyes are far better than mine. He tells me when I lose." Rin explained, not blinking.
"Don't you mean when you win?" Sesshomaru asked, looking down.
"I haven't won yet." Rin said, standing up, sighing, and shaking the grass off her kimono.
They started walking, to Sesshomaru's home in the west-lands, that he had acquired after his father's death. "Cheater," he said, looking down at Jaken who walked along side of him.
"My lord, it is good for one to accept defeat at an early age." Jaken said, trying to justify his meanness.
"One should never accept defeat." Sesshomaru said, looking down at the sleeping girl in his arms.
The Korosu no Yakusoku weighed him down heavily, strapped in next to the Tensaiga.
O_o Ok-ay. How is it??? I'm new to fanfiction.net, so I'm not too sure what it does. But I'll have fun. Feel free to review. But not a lot of bad stuff pleez. I already know 'bout that. And don't worry. Fluffy isn't the only cutie in the story. Inu comes up soon enuff!
P.s I might have Fluffy kill Kikyou. Just for the fun of it, ya know?
Inuyasha- the Destroyer of Faith
Prologue- the Beginning of the End
-A pub in Japan
"Okay. Let me get this straight. A demon is giving away the legendary Korosu no Yakusoku?" An unbelieving, sarcastic mantis demon asked, giving an absent look to the cloaked figure before him.
"No, fool. Not giving away. You must earn it. A competition is to be held a month from now." The cloaked demon's voice was scratchy, and deep. Too deep to be a normal demon boy. He shifter in his seat, the hilt of the long sword shining beneath his dark clothes in the darkness of the room.
"Why would someone just. give the sword away? I don't understand.." The bug- like demon said in a low tone,
"The sword is very powerful. You must be able to match wits with it when you wield it, or it will consume your soul, and use your body to slaughter as many as it can, before your body is slain, and someone new picks it up, not knowing its history." Came the low voice again.
"So. the demon who owns it now is.afraid of it." The mantis suggested, his eyes getting wide with greed.
"Your not as dumb as you look, demon." The cloaked figure said, breathing in the pub's fumes of whiskey and human unwashed bodies, filthy, and unclean. "I take that back," he contorted, seeing the demon's face grow with greed. Stupid, unknowing greed.
"So.why are you telling this to me? Do you think I have what it takes to obtain the sword?" the mantis demon asked, not too sure whether this cloaked demon felt that he was powerful enough to fight for the sword and win, or dumb enough to believe him.
"Not at all. I am only telling you because I am in the search of a demon that can take responsibility of the sword. Therefore, I need lesser demons for the one to fight."
The mantis demon took a few moments for the information to process into his small brain. He scratched his head with the dead humans body's finger, fresh from a late night killing just a few hours ago. Stealing bodies was a particular habit. He was surprised when a fellow demon had come to him in the pub that night, able to see beneath his humans' skin.
Then, the information the cloaked demon had said took a toll. His eyes grew wide, and he jumped of his stool, causing a number of humans to look at him, questions burning beneath their eyes.
"Maybe you and I should step out side for. a moment." The cloaked demon suggested, standing up, straightening to a towering six feet tall. He leaned over the mantis, and the mantis demon took an instinctive step back.
"N-no." he finally gasped, but it was too late. He was already being dragged outside, into the cold darkness. His doom, like other somewhat strong demons, lay ahead.
-A month later, the day before the competition for the Korosu no Yakusoku.
"My lord. How do you plan to steal it?" asked a nervous Jaken, peering around a white dog demon's cloak, eyes wide and bulging.
"Sesshomaru-sama? Why are you planning to steal the sword, anyway?" came a smaller voice from beside him. Rin. He had meant to say no, when she had asked if she could come along with him to wherever he was going, but he couldn't say no. Perhaps it was her wide, happy eyes, that shined when she was with him.
"Because, I need to make a fair trade, and I cannot do so with my Tensaiga." Sesshomaru said, looking down at the girl. She opened her mouth to protest, but he gently placed a clawed finger to her small, pouting mouth. "Shhh." He said. "Jaken, stay here with her. I'll be back soon."
And Sesshomaru walked off, into the dark gates that led to the small castle. How Naraku had gained the Korosu no Yakusoku, he'd never know. But he did know that Naraku was doing the competition to lure unsuspecting, strong demons, to be his new body. What a waste of a demon, Sesshomaru thought, sneaking through the front doors. He kept low to the ground, and barely allowed himself to breathe.
He entered a small, windowed room, sniffing for the scent of someone. There was. something close by, like a human, but dead, almost, near. But no sign of Naraku.
In the room, his expert eyes crawled across the room, finally landing on a black-sheathed sword. He gently walked into the room, careful not to make a noise.
Placing a long hand to the hilt, he brushed his fingers across the shiny smoothness. But a sudden pang of pain shooting up his arm brought his hand away. The evil energy was overwhelming, and sucked his breath out from his lungs. Get over it, he thought nervously, grabbing for the sword.
He quickly groped for it, picked it off the floor, and turned to leave.
But, standing in the doorway, was a human. A dead human.
"Ah. Kikyou, is it?" Sesshomaru asked, not sure whether he should thank her for imprisoning his hanyou brother for fifty years. But now seemed neither the time nor place for anything idle chit chat.
"Hm. Quick. Take the sword and leave. Naraku is at dinner, and shouldn't be home for a while. Go!" Kikyou said, moving out of the way of the small doorframe.
Sesshomaru almost panicked, not understanding what was going on. What if this were some trap? But the dead miko's eyes did not betray him. He was safe if he left. Now.
Sesshomaru ran past her, a blur to her slow human eyes.
"Sesshomaru."Kikyou said, looking into the darkness at what had once been his white form, but was now gone. "One part of me wants to stop you from killing Inuyasha. The other part wants to help you."
Sesshomaru slowed once he was out of the gates, looking around for his servant and pup-child. His demon eyes soon spotted them, both sitting on the grass, locked in a staring contest.
"Isn't it a little dark to be doing that?" Sesshomaru asked, a rare smile flashing across his mouth. It was understandable for Rin to act this way, but for Jaken to do the same. Well, he knew Rin could get even the toughest man to play marbles with her. It was the expecting look she got in her eyes.
"Sesshomaru-Sama, Jaken's eyes are far better than mine. He tells me when I lose." Rin explained, not blinking.
"Don't you mean when you win?" Sesshomaru asked, looking down.
"I haven't won yet." Rin said, standing up, sighing, and shaking the grass off her kimono.
They started walking, to Sesshomaru's home in the west-lands, that he had acquired after his father's death. "Cheater," he said, looking down at Jaken who walked along side of him.
"My lord, it is good for one to accept defeat at an early age." Jaken said, trying to justify his meanness.
"One should never accept defeat." Sesshomaru said, looking down at the sleeping girl in his arms.
The Korosu no Yakusoku weighed him down heavily, strapped in next to the Tensaiga.
O_o Ok-ay. How is it??? I'm new to fanfiction.net, so I'm not too sure what it does. But I'll have fun. Feel free to review. But not a lot of bad stuff pleez. I already know 'bout that. And don't worry. Fluffy isn't the only cutie in the story. Inu comes up soon enuff!
P.s I might have Fluffy kill Kikyou. Just for the fun of it, ya know?