Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor the plot line of this story. I read it in a book once and I thought it fitting for an Inuyasha story. I don't know who came up with the plot line, I can't remember, but it does not belong to me either.
Pairing: Inu/Kag; Mir/San; Sess/Rin Rating: M or X which ever you prefer
Now, On with the story!
I was born the bastard son of the Great Inu-no-Taisho, the great dog demon general and ruler of the Western Lands. My mother was a human hime in a province of the Western Lands. She and my father fell in love after his mate had died. Father then died protecting us the day I was born. My jackass brother will never forgive me for this. Mother took care of me as long as she lived. She never complained, even when her own kind shunned her because of me. When she passed on, I become nothing...no one. The humans wouldn't accept me because I was part youkai. The youkai wouldn't accept me because I was tainted with human blood. I was hunted by both, but I am my father's son.
After I had grown to maturity, I met a young miko named Kikyou. She was beautiful, friendly, and accepting...somewhat. She became the one and only friend I had made up until this time. She didn't seem to mind as much as everyone else that I was hanyou. Yet, she never let me forget that she was human, and I was not. She couldn't soil her good family name with my tainted blood.
She was the guardian of the Shikon no Tama. The jewel of four souls. The bane of my existence. My utter salvation. With the jewel, I could become a full fledged demon. I could finally have the acceptance of my father's people. Kikyou wished for me to become human, to rid myself of my youkai blood. That would never happen. I despised and hated the idea of becoming human. I knew that without my youkai side, I was dead. My brother would kill me without a second thought. No. I would never become human. Even being hanyou was better than being human.
One day, a very evil man came to the village. Naraku was his name. He seemed to sense that Kikyou and I didn't fully trust each other. He knew that we had issues in our "relationship". He just added to the problems. I could tell he lusted after Kikyou, like a dog in heat. It was sick to smell and even worse to watch. He mostly lusted after the power of the shikon no tama. I tried to warn Kikyou, but she dismissed my concerns. I think she secretly liked the idea of garnering a man's attentions, especially one who was not a hanyou. Kikyou longed to be rid of her duties. She wished for a life of leisure and simplicity, but she was unwilling to shirk her destiny entirely. Naraku made many overtures, trying to entice Kikyou to abandon her village and her responsibilities. Kikyou underestimated the darkness in him.
Naraku grew impatient with his lack of progress in acquiring the jewel and decided to make his move. He shape shifted and took my appearance. He stalked Kikyou and attacked her when he knew I wasn't around. Kikyou failed to see through the deception and attacked back. He delivered a fatal blow to her side and then vanished into the forest in the direction of the goshinboku, knowing I was resting in its roots. Kikyou found me lounging under the goshinboku tree, and she began to yell at me about my "betrayal". I stood up in confusion and moved in her direction, but she shot an arrow at me. The arrow missed and she collapsed. Within seconds she was dead. Her body disintegrated, taking the jewel with it. A fail safe of the kami to prevent the theft of the shikon no tama from the sacred mikos.
Naraku, pissed that not only had I lived but the shikon had disappeared with Kikyou, came after me. He cursed me with every ounce of power he had. He laughed as he lay drained, but not dead; watching as I was sucked into a scroll. I screamed, but but the vortex of magic swallowed up the sound along with my body. I found myself enclosed in a world of black. There was no sound, no light, no air. I was unable to talk, see, hear, nor breathe. I didn't seem to need to breathe. I was stuck, all alone, with only my memories to haunt me. It was later that I found out the full extent of my curse.
My inability to get close to anyone in my life turned out to be my downfall. Naraku, knowing my trust issues, cursed me to be at the mercy of unknown people. I was a slave. Whatever my summoner wished of me, I was required to do. Naraku ensured that I would mostly end up in the least desirable type of slavery. My image on the scroll had no clothing. No covering to protect me. Women saw my image and immediately only one thought would come to their minds. I would become a love slave. I was cursed to live a life of being summoned for one lunar cycle where I was to do anything and everything my summoner commanded. I was to please her (or him) for the entire month. At the end of the month I was forced to return to my scroll, which was later turned into a book.
The years rolled by and I summoned to sate a woman's lust time and time again. It makes me physically ill to remember all of the women who used me and my body to fulfill their own wishes. I was merely a play toy, something to use when they felt horny or wished to feel powerful. The only good thing about the deal was that the same person could not summon me twice. That was my only consolation in many cases. Most of the women I was forced to pleasure were unsatisfied in their marriages. They used me to further their own agendas, hiding me from husbands and families that they were part of.
The worst aspect of this curse was my own feelings on the matter. None of these people cared about me. Not a single one of them spoke my name. All they cared about was themselves. They didn't care if I was left in agonizing pain. I learned really quick that the curse also prevented me from being able to orgasm. So no matter how much pleasure I was forced to give to others, I was continually denied.
Until one day, five hundred years after I was sealed in the scroll. My shining light came to me. She had no idea what she was doing at the time, but she changed my life for the better. She was the first person in my life, since my mother, who treated me like an equal. Like someone worthy of caring for. She is the light of my life, and my saving grace.
Here is our story.
2-1-2016: Well everyone…be patient with me people. I haven't written anything in 8 years, and I decided I needed to revamp this story. I've definitely grown as a writer, and I will be updating and changing the currently chapters, all 7 of them, and then I will continue forward with the story!
