Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha.

My friends have informed me that this story is a lot like Yu-Gi-Oh. I don't watch that show, nor did I like it the few times I have watched it. So, I'm sorry if you think so too, but this story is honestly my own original idea. Also, I thought of this story before I read Temple of the Dog by Urd-Chan, and even though I realize how alike this idea is to that story, my story is still original.

By: savethecookiesgirl

Prologue: Just what he deserves

A woman staggered into the clearing. She had gray eyes, black hair, and colorless lips. When she looked around, a smile graced her pale face. "Ah, yes. This is where I want to be." Her white robes, clothes of a miko, were torn and bloodied, with dirt ground in, and it looked as if she was having a hard time breathing. She grinned. "Yes. Now I can get back at him for all the pain he has caused me. Me and Yasha. Poor Yasha. I sealed you, you killed me…Naraku won that battle. You won't succeed this time, Naraku. I'll see to it that you don't!" She whirled around, but when she saw and sensed no one, she cackled to herself, "No, he won't succeed this time, Koishii. This time I have more power to draw on. Oh yes," she shivered in delight, "I have more power. Now I can stop you." She suddenly fell silent. "But it will all depend on you, Koishii. You, and how well you protect the girl. You must not fail me." The miko started cackling again. "Enough of this." She said. "It is time."

She mumbled and moaned to herself. Finally, she propped her body up on the lip of a well. She took a little square of cloth from inside her kimono. It was knotted at the top, and had a strange pattern on it: a sun disk, flanked by two cobras, the protectors of Kings and Pharaohs. They are well suited to Naraku, she thought. Venomous and traitorous as that little shit. The cobras and sun disks were followed by the ankh, the sign for eternal life. It looked like a cross, but instead of the top line, there was a loop sprouting from the vertical one. That suits him well, too. She thought. Everyone knew that Naraku had had a longer life span than most demons, not to mention most hanyous, and he meant for it to stay that way.

She untied the knot, and carefully opened the handkerchief. There was a blue greenish sheen to the light rose colored powder she found inside. It was tinged gold, and the end result was beautiful. Beautiful, but deadly. She threw the powder up in the air, and in a surprisingly swift and precise motion, she blew on it so that it blanketed the well that she was next to. It settled on the well like a layer of heavy humid air settles on people. It began to be absorbed, and soon faded away to her eyes. But, she knew it was there, and thought she could detect a faint twinkling in a few places on its dull old dirty wood. She began her incantation. She mumbled, and all that could be heard was an occasional grunt or ragged breath. Even when she sliced her hand with the ornate bejeweled gilded gold dagger, the only sound from her was a sharp intake of breath. Exactly one drop of blood rolled down from the cut on her hand, and landed on the well. With a hissing sound, it soaked into its material.

Finally, she stepped away, as if to survey her handiwork. Apparently, she spotted something that normal eyes did not, or could not notice, since she nodded, and sat back down on the edge of the well. She dropped her handkerchief into the well, and happily said, "There. It is done, and it's just what he deserves." Satisfaction was evident in her voice, as was relief, fear, and numerous other emotions. "It is done, and there is nothing he can do about it." With that, a light grating sound seemed to emanate from her. Suddenly, her body collapsed in on itself. All that remained of the former priestess were bones, ashes, and one drop of blood, etched forever where it had fallen. Her remains teetered a bit, and suddenly, without a sound, they fell into the Bone Eater's Well, never to be seen on the face of the planet again.

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