Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha and co. (which I don't) I wouldn't need my clone army. YEAH THATS RIGHT BUSH! IVE BEEN CLONING!
The Mute Warrior, the Heart of Kagura
Chapter 1
In a cave somewhere…
"Arise" Naraku said, and immediately sidestepped the hand that raced to his throat.
"Very good, Leithon. The stories were not wrong." A figure sat up and pushed himself off the stone slab, his hair black and wavy, his eyes a dark brown, and his mouth sown shut. As Naraku watched, Leithon ran a quizzical finger across the stitches, his eyes never leaving Naraku.
"As long as you have those stitches, you are my servant. Do as I command, and your life will not be one of misery." And Naraku began to use his power to put Leithon in pain. Leithon gave no outward sign of pain other than his eyes narrowing. "Or un-life" Naraku continued," since you died several centuries ago. Yes, you did die, and yes, you are alive now. I used an ancient spell, since my previous technique of necromancy was unsuccessful. "
Leithon simply replied with a deliberate nod. His eyes darted around the cave, looking for the few things he had owned in life.
"I thought you might like your swords and armor, so I took the liberty of finding them." And with that Naraku handed Leithon a small bundle with two swords sticking out of it. Leithon pulled the cloth haori and pants on in his own deliberate way, without hurry but with out hesitation. The cloth had regenerative properties and slight protection, but the real armor was the dragon skin leather armor he wore over that. The leather was impervious to any sword or weapon not having abilities of its own.
Leithon remembered the dragon he killed and how it nearly killed him. Never one to waste anything, Leithon had taken the dragons skin and two of it's fangs, both of which rested in their sheathes, with were jammed into his belt in the traditional position. Both of the fangs were forged by the master sword maker, Totosai, as well as tempered in the dragon's blood. Finished, Leithon faced his master.
"Come" Naraku turned towards the entrance of the cave and pulled on his baboon cloak. Confident that his new servant was behind him, Naraku sped off with all the speed his hanyou form had. Leithon looked at his master as he was speeding away, felt the power befitting a demon swordsman returning to him, and ran after Naraku.
Notes:
Leithon is pronounced Lay-thon. He was a demon swordsman mercenary hundreds of years ago, in a time of war before the balance of power fell into the four territories it is in today. I'll tell you how he died later.
Leithon's swords are Kanzaar (Con-zar) and Taltharon (tall-thar-on). I'll tell you what they do in later. They were forged from a dragon's fangs and tempered in that same dragon's blood.
Leithon's armor consists of a chest piece, leggings, wristbands, and his sword belt. It is dragon skin leather. It is dark brown. And if you didn't get it, any non-magical sword can't cut it. Random samuari #231's katana would be useless, but the tesusaiga could get trough it.
Leithon's cloth pieces are the woven fur of a demon cat. The haori is black, and the pants are a deep navy blue.
Questions, comments, and flames are welcome. In fact the flames shall be used on the marshmallows generous people have given me. And continue reading this story and my others, for soon there will be comedy peices!
JENIUS KNOWS NO BOUNDS! (How's that for a saying? Too much?)