Hello people this would be my second fanfiction and though i loved writing my first one, i think i am going to love writing this one better. now first things first, i have some expectations for this fic. it is going to be as dark and gloomy as i cam make it and as deep and long as i can too. BUT, i have to have 10-15 reviews before my next post which is chapter 2! i love writing this kinda stuff but i also like not doing it in vain, so, you know what that means. and finally as a last reminder... i really don't own inuyasha... and this is the only time i will say this thanks,
littlemiko
Prologue:
All control was lost.
She was blindly running to somewhere.
The call was getting stronger, she was close.
Her body screamed to leave her be, but the dark aura drew her anyway.
The sharp rocks, and what looked like broken bones, cut her feet, the nerves screaming to nurture them but she couldn't stop.
She had to keep going.
Her pain ended now.
A sharp branch tore at her tattered kimono, adding another memento to her scarred arms and legs.
And finally out of the mist a dark and mysterious castle drew itself up. The miasma contained inside the barrier was enough to kill the strongest demon, but this small human shrugged it off. She had been breathing this toxic waste since her half of the jewel fell into the hands of this sinister demon.
She could ignore the plea-filled cry of the jewel no longer. Since the jewel fell out of her hands and into the hands of that despicable demon, her purifying powers were growing black with the malice he was draining into her jewel. She stopped feeling the sunlight as it danced across her face. All she could feel was the dark miasma surrounding her. Every breath was lethal to her body, often leaving her breathless and clammy. All she could hear was the high pitched screaming of a soul in pain.
Her soul.
Her jewel.
And so she came here.
To end her misery.
To get her soul back or die trying.
An inch long cut graced her leg, appearing there on its own accord.
She fell to her knees in pain, sharp rocks imbedding themselves into her knees.
Stiffly she picked herself up and dragged her broken feet to her death inside the main courtyard, the accursed gate closing silently behind her.
He was awaiting her.
Beckoning her to try him. He was wickedly amused.
Once inside she went right to work knowing that she didn't have too long before naraku found her, and killed her with one grip on her soul.
But it was a failed plan.
As he tightened his grip on her soul, she screamed his name, voice filled with hatred and malice.
"naraku!"
The cry fell onto deaths ears as she drew her bow one last time. Energy gathered at the bloody tip of the arrow as she launched it into the darkness, its color blending with its surroundings completely. The bow and quiver rattled on the ground, the only noise from miles around, and sat there unmoving as their owner clutched her heart and withered onto the ground, wishing upon every dark force tying this fate to her that it would let her go, to die in this hell on earth.
But it seems that the fates had other plans.
For as the unconscious girl lay in the courtyard, her jailor came out holding her soul in his hands. And as he regarded her strangely, he picked up her fragile, tortured body and turning silently returned into the fortress.
