Chapter 1: A Wish Cast Into Darkness
Naraku was at his feet now, a mess of tentacles. Smirking, Inuyasha raised a hand over Naraku's severely weakened form, just one blow away from death. It figured that he would die by Inuyasha's claws, in the end.
There was a slash.
And then it was over.
Over for Naraku, that is. But now Inuyasha held in his hand the Jewel of Four Souls in all its glory; tainted black with the evil of its previous owner. Inuyasha had never been one for patience or waiting around, so he gripped it tight and made his wish.
Inuyasha. Half-Demon. He wouldn't be able to say that for much longer.
Inuyasha opened his eyes only to find himself completely surrounded by darkness. He was alone, floating in empty space. Is this the Sacred Jewel? he thought, cautious and eager golden eyes searching the darkness.
The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Half-demon. You wish to have the blood of a true demon flow through your veins."
"Yeah!" Inuyasha called out in reply, looking around for the speaker. "Are you gonna grant my wish or not?"
Inuyasha did not need to search anymore for the speaker, for it appeared right in front of him. Huge and hideous, the evil floating demon head grinned a fanged and malicious smile. Then, a burning pain engulfed Inuyasha's entire body as he was transformed. But he knew something was amiss. "Magatsuhi," he ground out. This was not supposed to happen. The evil spirit that was part of the Sacred Jewel was invading his mind, controlling his thoughts.
No…NO…! Inuyasha's eyes pulsed red as his humanity was leeched away, locked in a distant corner of his mind and shut away. "GET OUTTA MY HEAD!" Inuyasha yelled, clawing at the demonic spirit. He could already feel the transformation - the increased demonic energy running through him, the marks on his face, the elongating fangs in his mouth. Magatsuhi only laughed mirthlessly.
"What is wrong, half-demon? I am granting your wish."
As darkness started to take over his mind, he felt a falling sensation, and the image of Magatsuhi grew smaller as though it were getting farther away. He tried to keep yelling swears, insults, and curses as he fell, but his voice had gone mute. He tried to attack, but his attacks failed, he was swiping at nothing, and finally he couldn't move his limbs, either.
He finally stopped falling and slammed hard ground. He stood as quickly as he could, ready to fight something, but no-one was there but him. He was surrounded by four solid, inky-black walls, and around him a purple mist billowed that he recognized as his own youki.
"What the heck is this place?" he shouted, and his voice sounded cut off, absorbed by the walls as no-one was listening.
Inuyasha bristled as a cold voice spoke in his ear like a whisper. "I'll be taking over now." He spun around and slashed at thin air.
The voice came from behind him. "Think of this place as your sanity."
Slash. Miss.
"It is the only thing you have left that is yours."
Slash. Miss.
"And it is locked away here."
Slash. Miss.
"Because I will control everything else."
Slash. Miss.
"Inuyasha…" it sneered his name.
Slash. Miss.
"…You've just sold your soul."
Trapped in his own impenetrable world, Inuyasha slashed in vain at a phantom that was never really there.