Hey, everyone, this is Tears of My Heart, and this is my VERY FIRST STORY!!! I'm so excited, I hope everyone enjoys it.
I know this is a little unconventional, but I would like to dedicate this story to my mom, Irene. Her encouragement helped me write this. I love you, Mom, and I hope you know how much I appreciate you reading this every time I turn out a new chapter, even though you--at times--didn't really want to.
Okay, now onto the show--eh, so to speak . . . .
Hell's Angel
Prologue
Seven Years Ago
A cat has nine lives. Naraku seemed to have more. It had taken a great battle to defeat him, the evil half-demon who coveted the jewel shards. His thirst for vengeance against Inuyasha and Kikyo was his driving force, his reason for living. His reason for dying.
And yet, in the end, love had defeated him. Inuyasha had been caught by his trap, engulfed by the anger of Naraku holding all but three of the Shikon Jewel shards. He had been thoughtless in his attack, and had lashed out with the Backlash Wave seconds too soon for the other attackers to take their places. And so, Kagome, watching as Naraku had Inuyasha in his grasp, the poisonous miasma floating around them, suffocating Inuyasha, she had sent an arrow at the jewel shards, breaking the orb. The pieces scattered to the ground, some lost in the dirt. With the jewel shards away from him, Naraku was no stronger than Inuyasha, his fellow half-demon. And with a final stroke of his Tetsusaiga, Inuyasha had ended Naraku's miserable life, sending him forever into the netherworld, where he awaited his fate . . . .
From there, the groups scattered. Inuyasha and Kagome, along with Miroku, Sango, Kilala, and Shippo, had headed back to the village which they had long called home. Naraku's incarnations, many unable to live without his master's life-force, perished. Kagura, the wind sorceress, took her heart and left, some say for distant lands where she could live out her days in peace.
Lord Sesshomaru, Jaken, and Rin had taken to their travels again, with the goal of finding a weapon more powerful then Tetsusaiga, Tenseiga, and Souunga. His heart still harbored envy for the blessing his father had bestowed on his half-breed son, Inuyasha, while giving the Tenseiga, worthless as it was, to his eldest, Sesshomaru.
Their journey, thus far, had proven fruitless. They have traveled long roads throughout feudal Japan, hoping against hope that something existed, that there was, indeed, a weapon that Sesshomaru could wield to ensure absolute power to himself. Somewhere . . . .
Yet no one knew, not even his underlings, that Naraku had another plan up his sleeve, one that would reach out beyond the grave.
Hey, I know, its really short, but I wanted to give you a little back story, but the rest of the chapters will be way longer, bordering on 3,000 words, I promise.