This is an official remake of The Mystery of the Past and Love. Just ta let ya know.
Disclaimer: I think . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . I'm pretty sure I don't own Inuyasha . . . but hey! I know for a fact that I own Lahara!
A woman stood silently watching a demon as he spoke to her. Her eyes were alive with interest, absorbing every ounce of what he was saying as if it were her life blood.
"So you see. You must be extremely cautious with this one . . ." The youkai's lips curled into a sneer as he watched the woman smirk.
"This information is quite intriguing to me, demon. And I thank you for providing me with it." Her eyes suddenly narrowed. "So what is it that you want in return for this? I doubt you would do someone a favor."
"Your intelligence knows no bounds, my dear, but in this case, all I want is this." He held up a small shard of the Shikon no Tama, glowing slightly. "They have a few of these jewel shards. Would you be so kind as to retrieve them for me?"
"But that's . . . a Shikon jewel shard! They say that a single piece can increase a demon's power substantially!"
"Do you wish to have them? I will allow your to keep this shard and theirs should you rid the world of them."
The woman scoffed. "Do you think me so low a demon that I need a silly jewel to help me? I need no bolster for my power."
"My apologies, Lahara. I should never have assumed you so weak. But take this shard anyway, they will undoubtedly come to you if you possess it."
"I can live with that." She reached out and took the shard, clenching her fist around it and letting it sink into her flesh. "You shall have your jewel after I'm done with them." She opened her fist up again and watched the moonlight reflect off her claws. "It's been a while since I've killed a silver-hair . . ."
"I shall now take my leave of you, but know that I willcall on you again after you have collected the shards from their corpses." With that, he disappeared into the shadows of the looming trees.
Lahara looked around, slightly confused about his disappearance, but she shrugged it off and looked up into the starry night sky. "At last, Father . . . I have almost killed them all off . . . two more, and I shall be free . . ."
The demon, who was still lurking in the shadows, watched as she turned and walked back towards her home, her hair practically sparkling in the pale moonlight. He smirked to himself, silently lowering the baboon pelt from his head . . .
This story has been in dire need of a LOT of help. So I have decided to redo it. Simple as that. I will save all of my wonderful reviews of course, and pray that I have a few more reviewers. So yeah.
PROLOGUE PEOPLE!!! PROLOGUE!!!
Hence shortness.
Ciao!