Steel Heart of Ice
Authors Notes: Well, I'm going to start writing the fanfic, enjoy!
Disclaimer: No I don't own Inu Yasha and Co., Okie dokie now on to the story!
Prologue: Ice Cloaked Woman of Forlornness
Scentless, that's what she was, cold, icy and bitter. Her body was different shades of blue. Her lips colourless, her once flush and pearly skin was no longer. The once beating heart that had stood in her chest when she was human had stopped beating long ago. Her nails, not creepily long, but enough to resemble human like fangs. That was the only part of her that looked human.
Her hair once long tresses of ebony black with shines of blue, also now colourless. Shines of white appeared in her blue tinted dead strands. Sparkles of snowflakes were found imbedded in her locks of long waist length hair.
Even when her heart had stopped thumping, her own emotional attached human self had become a heart of steel.
Whenever she walked, it felt like needles were piercing her bare feet. Every time she blinked, it felt like her eyes were being ripped out. Every time she spoke, it felt like her throat was being choked. Every time she moved her body, pain would strike her, slightly changing stances felt like a thousand daggers stabbing themselves into her body like ice cold running river waters. Freezing, her body had no temperature; she could not feel anything of warmth. A single touch to anything felt colder for some reason.
Her eyes, oh how horrible her sight was. She would see monsters ready to devour her, but then blink with pain, and they'd be gone.
She was damned to be alone. Her heart of ice on the outside world as a living mortal had damned her so to be.
She despised herself, she knew of her fate long before she walked the path. A forewarning was always sent to those who are preordained for hell. A path of bloodshed killing demons she had chosen. Guardian of the Shikon No Tama had led her to this forlorn some place. Draped in nothing but her own wild hair blowing in the freezing winds of a hellish Antarctica.
Her eyes, the colour of the deepest of all yellows, had once been less hateful and wise. Once hazel, the colour which Inu Yasha had adored, spurned with the desire to reach out for his soul and to drag him down to this emptiness he'd trapped her in. Had he meant it, she knew deep down, where some morals remained, that he had never meant for her to have such a fate. Falling in love, they had done many things together. He was the first man she had ever kissed, ever wanted to be with, her first everything. Trapped in memories forever like this? Was this pain really worth to see Inu Yasha happy? Was it worth to see him happy in the other arms of another woman? Yes, it was, at least that is what she would tell herself every moment.
For him, she would stand in this hellish void forever, for him; she would give up her soul. And that's exactly what she had done. Kagome was her representative, and even if she could not view intimacy with him (which jealousy be damned, she'd rather not see.) she could always think of Kagome as her replacement. That thought struck a nerve. Her replacement, no. Kagome would never replace Kikyo in Inu Yasha's heart. Could she? No, she could never; he'd proven it to both of them many times. To Kagome's dislike of course, but then, even Kagome did not know that it had been her wish. The darkness in her heart had easily been seen by Kikyo. For she had once secretly held deep and terrible dark secrets within that very soul. Sharing it, she had come to know it so well. The depths of it were still memorable, just like her love for Inu Yasha. Feelings, is that what kept her going, mere memories of what she had once been? Yes, it was. These memories of feelings that once were kept her a little hope deep inside the vengeful hatred that had come to create her cold exterior.
When she had been brought back to life by the Spectre Urasue, she had been created from stolen grave soil created for her own grave. Bones had been moulded into the soil in order to give her flesh and fake muscles to attach themselves with. Many things had been collected in order to create such a body. Within it, she felt heavy burdens, but at least then she could still actually feel something.
Life felt heavy, and she always felt like she was never wanted. Many had tried to kill her calling her tragic or a demon. Ha! How tragic indeed, loosing the love of her life to herself. Did that even have some sense into it at all? Heart broken had been the most recent feeling she could ever feel here. She wanted to be saved, isn't that what any woman truly desired deep down. Saved by the man who'd stolen her heart and had been ripped away from his grasp by the despicable demon Naraku. She couldn't stand this pain anymore. Would Inu Yasha ever remember her? She wondered what he was doing at this moment.
She smiled to herself knowingly. He was happy with his second love. Had he ever really loved her the way he had Kagome? Yes, she knew it, even though they had not received a lot of time to be together, Kagome had succeeded where she had failed. Not being able to spend much time with each other, Kikyo had failed to love Inu Yasha the way he had claimed to love her.
She knew that she had loved him, but his feelings were maddening. He loved her so much that he had claimed her for life. At the time, she hadn't wanted such promises, but now? Now, things were much different. She had gotten to know more sides of him that she had never come to know when they had both been together years ago. Sides of him that had been freed by Kagome's caring hands. She admired her other half greatly. never would she have to worry about them again, no matter how much the hatred spurned in her body, she could at least pretend to be happy for them.
Reminiscing kept her busy; sometimes the pain would be forgotten. No matter how intense it seamed, hell didn't seam so bad after all. She could send them both her love and set herself the goal of destroying all hatred of both of them being together.
Perhaps they would try and free her? Now she could only hope and wait.
Unfortunately, Naraku had been killed, and apparently was damned to her same fate. To her dismay, he continued to taunt her. Reminding her of all the times that she had been let down by people. Her hatred had become even bigger by the moments that she had been consumed by it. Little by little, her resolve was destroyed, falling again into the hands of Naraku, Kikyo began to fade. Her body the same appearance, Naraku was forming a plan. His aura was still strong, but he would have his way. His goal was now to destroy Kagome Higourashi, the woman who had taken everything from him. Though his fondness for Kikyo had been destroyed, he'd desired her for quite some time now. Her innocence had appealed to him greatly. He'd desired Kikyo the same way once long ago in the human forms as Onigumo. He wanted to destroy her so completely in the way that her heart could fall into his hands.
he'd desired her body, he wanted to tear apart the person that she was, he wanted her like Kikyo. But much planning was needed. First he would need Kikyo. That was complete, he,d always was able to slip passed her defences and kill her from the inside out. She was no longer powerful, and her hatred was so easy for him to use. All he needed was to slowly change Kagome and begin his plans of actions from there. What was it about tainted beauty full of malice that he enjoyed? Oh yes, the joy of seeing others in pain.
He would make her hate Inu Yasha and desire the darkness in her heart. He'd already stolen her powers once, who says who wouldn't be able to steel her away from Inu Yasha?
Having set his plan in motion, he began to create out of the darkness that had observed Kikyo into something of physical form on the outside world. How he would enjoy possessing her. Kikyo was a bore to him, she was tied down to this world as painfully has he had been. Both could not exist in such a dimension of cold ice lands. Though he did have to admit, he did admire Kikyo's inner dept of being able to create an icy exterior as could and emotionless as she was.
Already he'd stepped into her heart and had begun to feed on its darkness. The void had been created of her own will, slowly draining away at her positive life force, after all, it's not like she need dreams and false hopes that would never come true anyway. He would create an image of Kikyo, perfect distraction for Inu Yasha to have him bound away from his precious love. Soon to be in his arms. He desired a woman who was shattered, then he could pick up the pieces and defile her very being.
Yes, his plan would work out perfectly.
Kikyo could be seen in her own darkness. Why hadn't she seen it coming, of course he wanted he imbedded within herself? That way, she was out of the way, and h could use Kagome all he wanted. She tried to move, but everything was so still. Images of betrayal and love loss were running through her mind.
is this what he had done to Kohaku? Had he trapped himself within the darkness of his own mind? That was the most unbearable thing Naraku could ever do to any soul. That's why he couldn't linger past the fact that he'd betrayed Sango and had killed his own family. Living it again and again each moment until he was destroyed! She had to stop him; she had to destroy this mayhem before it destroyed both Inu Yasha and Kagome.
Unfortunately there was nothing she could do. She could only hope that this destruction and heart break would only bring Inu Yasha and Kagome together. Feeling Naraku tred upon her memories, she knew he was going to use her against them, now she just had to figure out how to warn them.