Author Notes: Heh, umm... I was taking a short break from my other fic 'cause of a little writer's block I seem be experiencing when all of a sudden a vicious plot bunny snuck up from behind me while I was eating cheetos and watching 'Inuyasha' and attacked me! So trapped within its rather pointy teeth it deemed me to write this... so I could do nothing but obey it! Hehe.

Yeah, I don't know if this plot has been used before but it probably has, though it's still fun anyways, hehe... so... err... yep...

disclaimer:Nope, anything associated with 'Inuyasha' belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Bless her wonderful imagination.

rating: R Right now, it's probably more of a PG-13 but later there will be more blood, gore, violence etc... and probably for sexual situations in later chapters so... yeah. Don't like, don't read. Simple, really.

pairing: Naraku/Kagome

Umm... that's it for now... so...

Without further ado...

Thy Soul of Sin
By: DarkRoseBlood

Chapter One
Dawn of Wicked Scarlet

Where was she?

Who was she?

How...

The morning's dawn cast vivid rays of sparkling sunlight through the painted windows and rustling cloth of the open doorway onto the young woman or actually girl—no older than sixteen—who lay on a large futon mat covered with several blankets in the center of an elegant room.

She blinked, trying to readjust her blurry eyes to the shining light as she slowly sat up on her elbows. Once her eyes had adjusted to the morning's rays she glanced around at the room. She was surprised to find herself laying in the rather luxurious yet comfortable looking room which surrounded her.

Next to her bed, two candles burned dimly against the sun's light, and in between them a small ceramic crafted pot burned with intoxicating incesnse. A faint stream of smoke issued from the decorated bowl leaving the room smelling of apples and lilacs.

Perhaps a strange combination, but it was pleasing to the young girl as the scent wafted around her in hazy swirls.

As she sat fully up to get a better look at the room, a sharp pain pierced right through her stomach like a pointed dagger. It was then she noticed that she wore a pale blue yukata decorated with small darker blue Sakura blossoms and beneath it, her abdomen was wrapped tightly with white cloth just above her belly button.

Her shoulder and lower leg were also wrapped tightly; faint spots of red peeked through the restraining strips of white cloth. Other scratches and scars marred the young girl's chest, arms, and legs.

'What in the world happened to me?' she wondered as she surveyed her multiple injuries.

"Oh, dear, you're finally awake," said a voice, disrupting the young girl's musing.

The young girl looked up to see a pretty woman of perhaps thirty or so standing in the doorway, smiling pleasantly. She wore a mauve-colored kimono with her pitch-black hair tied up in a loose bun and carried various herbs in a woven basket.

Kneeling down beside her, the woman said, "Oh, good your fever has finally broken! It's been a week already since milord first brought you here bleeding and injured while running such a high fever, child! At first I was afraid ye were not going to make it. But you're a strong one, child." The woman smiled kindly.

The young girl just stared at her, confusion and surprise written clearly on her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but the woman interrupted her.

"No ye don't. You can speak after I redress those nasty wounds, child. Okay?" the woman said.

The young girl just nodded and tried to remember how she got here while the kind woman redressed her wounds.

It was funny that she couldn't remember where she was or how she got there. Actually, she couldn't remember very much at all.

Blood. Yes, she remembered lots of blood and screaming. She remembered voices and a giant fang-like sword and well... they were just flashes really. Flashes of voices and objects, but she couldn't remember much else.

Wait... what was her name? She couldn't even remember her own name! She didn't know who she was!!!

"Oh dear Kami!" she gasped as the realization finally struck.

"What is it, child?" asked the kind woman, a worried look on her face.

"I... I don't know who I am..." she murmured, turning to look at the woman, panic apparent on her face. "I don't know who I am!"

The kind woman's face brow furrowed slightly as she stared at the young girl.

"Perhaps, child, during the battle ye hit your head, and it caused a tad bit of memory loss. Come to think of it, ye did have a rather nasty bruise on your head when I first tended to ye wounds."

"But... but..."

"Don't worry, child, I'm sure your get ye memory back in due time. For the time being, however, I will fix you some herbal tea that will help ease the pain. All right, dear?"

"Hai," the girl murmured staring off into her lap, "that would nice."

The young woman smiled at the quiet girl placing a tender hand on her shoulder. "It will be all right, my dear. Don't worry," she assured the young girl and gently stood up, walked over to the sliding shoji door, and padded out into the hall to make the tea.

The young girl smiled softly, cheered slightly by the woman's positive mood. She turned her gaze to look beyond the identical, partially translucent segments of pale blue cloth that separated the room from the small porch outside. The sunrise was absolutely picturesque, and she was pleased to see its rays shine down upon a short pathway from the veranda to a beautiful courtyard.

Her gaze returned to the rest of the furnishings in the rather large room as she resumed her inspection. All across the walls, silver and pale blue Sakura blossoms were painted in an ornate but still fresh and simple array.

An oak wood wardrobe stood in one corner and so did an oriental vanity dresser and mirror. Across from them lay a delicate glass dressing screen with the same silver and blue Sakura blossoms painted on it.

Various candles and incense holders lay scattered here and there in a decorative design, as well. The entire room was elegant yet pleasantly fresh.

The injured girl wondered who was the Lord, which owned this lovely home, after all only a Lord could own such a high-class castle, and the kind woman had said a Lord had brought her here. She wondered if the Lord of the castle knew who she was.

'Well, he should know. Although, that kind woman didn't seem to know me... But hey, it's not everyday someone like him would bring someone into his home he didn't even know so he should know me... hopefully...'

She groaned and fell back onto the soft futon with a frustrated sigh. 'Stupid memory loss...'

Well, at least she seemed to have woken up in pleasant environment. She could just imagine the number of places she could have woken up. Like surrounded by dead bodies or in an evil youkai's stomach. After all, the kind woman had said the Lord had brought her here bleeding and injured.

She wasn't sure from what, but the big hole in her stomach told her it wasn't something exactly human.

'I can remember things like demons and humans and general stuff, but I do not remember anything about myself or anybody I might have known.'

She sighed once more, staring up at the blank ceiling.

Who was she?

"Here's your tea, child. It's nice and warm so drink up," said the voice of the kind woman as she entered the room, once again breaking the pondering girl out of her thoughts.

Slowly sitting up, she gently took the steaming cup into her hands and smiled, smelling the herbal scents wafting from it. "Mmmm, arigatou."

"Ah, ye welcome, child," the woman replied sitting down beside the girl while slowly mixing herbs.

"Err... gomen, but I never got your name," the girl smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, sorry child. That was my mistake," she exclaimed smiling at the girl, "My name is Izumi. I am the local healer for the village near the Temple."

"Temple?" the curious onna asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"Hai, the castle you have been healing in is part of a shrine that has watched over the village and the surrounding mountains for many centuries. But I'm afraid I'm the closest thing to a miko this shrine has seen in several years. The last Lord went into a horrible depression after his daughter, the current miko of the shrine, was killed by ferocious snake youkai that attacked the village about a decade ago. I knew the Lord had a son who went off into battle a few years ago, but I haven't seen him since until he returned bringing a mortally wounded ye here."

"Oh..." was the only thing the stunned onna could think of saying.

"Milord was injured rather severely himself, but he would not let me tend to his wounds. He just told me to care of ye, child."

"Oh... gomen nasai," the still shocked girl could only say as Izumi went back to mixing the herbs.

"Do not fret ye self, child," smiled Izumi, continuing her task of grounding and mixing herbs.

The girl just silently twirled the china teacup, causing the herbal tea to swirl inside its porcelain holder.

"Hmm... ginseng... lilacs... lavender..." the girl murmured while naming each different herb as she smelled their lazy scents floating from the steamy cup. She took a small sip of it, instantly feeling the warmth and the herbs' healing properties spread throughout her body.

The smiling Izumi looked up from her task, a dash of surprise evident in her warm coffee eyes.

"Ye are rather good at identifying the different herbs," she said, smiling approvingly.

"Umm, it's really nothing," the blushing girl muttered. "I can remember stuff like that, but I can't remember much else."

"Hmm... do ye recall anything else?" asked Izumi as she wiped her hands on the white cloth over her kimono she used as an apron.

"Err... well, I do remember... a pair of golden eyes and... a set of bow... and arrows... hai, and my... purifying powers...?" the ebony-haired girl said, staring into her teacup in confusion.

"If ye don't mind me saying, it sounds as if ye are a miko," Izumi said looking at the girl's bowed head.

"Hai... I remember... to some people, I was a miko..." she murmured, her brow slightly furrowed.

"Well, see child, your memory is not completely gone. And a miko, ye say ye remember to be. Perhaps that is why milord rescued you from whatever horrible situation ye were in and brought ye here to this shrine which has been without a miko for many years."

"Maybe..."

"And what about these golden eyes, ye say ye recall," said Izumi, a thoughtful look on her cheery face, "A rather unusual color for eyes unless ye be a some kind of youkai, and ye weren't talking about yourself because ye eyes are as dark blue as the midnight sky. Also a rather unusual shade but I can tell ye are not a demon."

"My eyes are blue?" inquired the girl.

"Hai, child," said Izumi.

"I don't even remember what I look like..." muttered the girl, slightly disheartened once more. She took another sip of her tea.

Sunlight filtered through the stained windows and fluttering pale blue curtains shining upon her small from like a thousand glittering jewels .

"Don't worry ye self, child. That can easily be fixed when ye are strong enough to stand up without injuring yourself further, which should be in a few days," smiled Izumi warmly. "But right now, we have to try figure out your name, child."

Taking another sip of her tea, the girl said, "Well, I think it begins with a K... err... and that's about all I can remember."

"Hmm... a K... well, let's see... there's Kazuko, Keiko, Kiku, Kimiko, Kumiko..." listed Izumi while the young girl just shook her head at each one, "...Kaori, Kira, Kaiya, Kimi, Kiyoko, Kikyo..."

At the last name, the young girl fiercely shook her head, a troubling feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. Her ebony looks swayed fiercely at the movement, faint blue highlights glistening beneath the sun's silent beams of light.

Izumi chuckled at this. "Well, that is all the names that I can think of, so what shall we call you, miko child?"

The young girl just sighed, finished the last of her tea, and placed the cup beside her bed. She stared at the several covers, all various shades of blue with silver blossoms stitched on the top one.

"Perhaps Kagome would be appropriate..." spoke a soft velvet voice from the doorway.

"Milord!" exclaimed Izumi, immediately standing up and bowing. "Ye shouldn't be out of bed so soon, milord. Even though ye wouldn't let me tend to ye wounds ye should still be resting!"

"It is all right, Izumi," he calmly said to the frantic healer who had not noticed the young girl behind her who had abruptly sat straight up when she first saw the Lord; her sapphire eyes stared up at him with a strange look.

The young onna gazed at the man who stood in the doorway with wide and slightly fearful eyes. Voices and flashes of hot blood appeared before her eyes in a portrait of fiery red.

She unconsciously scooted back away from the man—or was he even a man?—that stood in the doorway, his long raven hair flowing around him in treacherous cascades.

His eyes were a reddish-brown lidded with a bright blue. However, there was something about his eyes that held the girl in an alluring trance that she couldn't break away from as he gazed at her.

His eyes... they were the wrong color...

Blood... so much blood... screams... terrified screams... in pain... oh, the awesome pain... how it burned...

She gasped as images that were too hazy to discern continued to flash before her eyes... like deadly knives, they attacked her mind... those eyes...

Blood... screams... fire... crying... people were... crying... she could not see them... but they cried... blood... demon...rivers of blood... they cried in rivers of blood...

Violent trembles racked the girl's body... her mouth parted slightly in a silent scream... those eyes...

The screams... they peirced her heart... they scoured her... betrayal... love... blood ran... she ran... light... blinding sparks... and flashes... of... the blood...

Izumi was now grasping her shoulder, calling her...

There was so much of it... drowning...

She did not notice. All she saw were the eyes of the man or... demon... no not a full demon... but... something that stood before her...

Stabbed... crimson blood... her crimson blood... flowing... screams that burned the dark night... darkness...

Her dull nails scratched at the wooden floor... those eyes... something about those eyes...

The screams... pounding... death... destruction... chaos... amid it all... scarlet...

Those burning eyes that seemed to perceive her soul in hazy red... that flawless face... that smirk... something wicked...

Wicked... it haunted... but what was 'it'... lost... so hopelessly lost... horrors... and the blood... the blood... it screamed... at her... why...

Izumi was still frantically trying to calm the trembling girl. However, it did nothing to break her from the spellbound of which the man's—the demon's smoldering eyes entrapped her in...

Betrayal... betrayed... she was betrayed... dead... love and betrayal... agony... torment... she was betrayed by... betrayed... golden eyes...

Her breath was shallow and harsh... her bottom lip quivered as the visions... continued there brutal assault upon her mind... she could not see... red... red... red eyes...

Darkness... light... lost... corruption... stabbed... sliced... and the blood... it rains... which pours... the rain... she loved the rain... rainfall... bloodfall... she hated those demon eyes... betrayal... betrayed by eyes of... betrayed and deceived... shining gaze of molten gold... fire... and now... captured by... or saved... by eyes... saved by eyes of...

Convulsions seized her and all things faded. Izumi's worried voice was just but a far away whisper. Spellbound by those eyes which were not human... yet not demon... she could not tell... red... She heard nor saw anymore as the blissful release of unconsciousness took over her soul... those eyes...

Blood red orbs filled with wicked sin...

More Babbling: Heh, so... what'd you think? Plz, plz review and tell me! I love reviews! I absolutely adore them! Plz! Anything, anything at all: constructive criticism, comments, questions, mistakes, etc... Plz, it'll only take a minute or two. I really like to know how was my beginning. Plz?!

Erm... okay... updates... hmm... one... two... weeks? I dunno. I should probably update in about two weeks or so if ppl really think this is interesting enough to continue. Or I'll probably update whether ppl like it or not but hey, reviews still make the author happy. And when the author's happy, everybody's happy. Or not. Hehe. But hey...

Uhh... this story is going to one of my more laid back ones so I don't plan to rush anything. I have always written on more of a whim and my muses' bossiness so I'm just gonna take my sweet time and relax, k?

Anyways, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I suck at it and still don't have a beta so... yeah...

Plz review and I'll stop my rambling now... Hehe... I always talk too much in my a/n's... okay, okay I'm shutting up... geez... don't need to get the cane out...

Erm... yeah... err... arigatou... and bye-bye for now...

(: DarkRoseBlood