AN: Welcome to another "based upon an already existing property" AU, apparently I found my niche as a writer by stealing other people's ideas and forcing random fandoms to act out those ideas like plays or something... Anywho, the story is based on Disney's Enchanted and the characters are based on the anime, Inuyasha. Though I've decided to place this in Japan (both modern and feudal), I am not Japanese, so please forgive me for any cultural inaccuracies. Also, I don't have a beta, so please forgive my horrible failings as a writer. As always, I don't own anything and please read and review.

Ch. 1 - Exordium

Once upon a time in the distant, magical past of feudal Japan; there lived a fierce and terrible ruler. He lived with an iron fist and forced his subjects to act as his unwilling puppets. However, the fierce ruler lived in constant fear of being defeated by his one weakness, pure, selfless love. Most people were easily swayed and tempted to give into their weaknesses like greed, lust, envy, and pride, but the one set of people that weren't so easily corrupted were the warrior-priestesses. They were born pure and most tried to lead a pure life, but one by one, the fierce ruler defeated them all until only one lone meiko was left.

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Kagome hummed happily to herself as she swept the barren, wooden floor of the vast shrine. Life was not always easy, living in the harsh world of feudal Japan; but Kagome supposed she was lucky. She had been born into the meiko world and lived all her life in a secluded shrine, trying to stay well away from Naraku's ever extending reach as he defeated her kind one by one until she alone was left of the great warrior-priestesses. She often felt lonely out in the vast countryside and left saddened by the fact that she was the last of the meikos; but she had to stay positive! She was the last hope to defeat Naraku and to start the next generation of meikos. The thought made her blush as she thought about "starting the next generation".

She only recently came of age and already she was promised to Koga, the Demon Wolf Prince. She had known the proud warrior-prince ever since she helped save his tribe from awful Vulture Demons and ever since, he had been asking for her hand in marriage. Not only because he felt he owed a debt for saving his tribe but because through her, they would have the strongest children the Japan had ever seen; half Demon, half meiko. Their union would bridge the gap between Demons and Priests and insure the survival of the meikos. Kagome felt both proud to have started to bridge the gap between Demons and humans, but she also felt a little nervous to soon be the wife of a proud prince. But, if it were to help defeat Naraku and bring back the meikos, then she would do anything!

She was suddenly yanked out of her musings when she felt an unwelcome, yet familiar touch on her backside. She turned around with a yelp as she saw Miroku grin mischievously at her. She sighed good naturedly as he began to apologize for his "cursed hand" that didn't know any better. Miroku was her one constant friend outside of her teacher, the old priestess, Kaede that she ever saw while she had been in seclusion, but sometimes she really wanted to smack the perverse monk upside the head. "So," he stated, ignoring her glare as he nonchantly walked around her, "you ready for your Prince Charming? One more day and you'll be married off! Oh Kagome! What will I do without you!," he whined and cried with a twinkle in his eye as he teased her, knowing that she was secretly nervous about marrying Koga. "You'll be fine, Miroku," she answered him with a slight smile at his antics, "I'm sure you'll be able to visit anytime you like. It's not like we won't see each other again." Miroku just smiled and picked up another broom and helped her sweep the shrine floors as he began whistling to both liven up the tedious chore and to take her mind off of her impending marriage.

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"There you are," a gravelly voice of Naraku said as he looked through Kanna's magical mirror. It had taken him years to finally defeat most of the horrid priestesses and there she was the last meiko. He could taste his victory already; soon nothing could stop him from conquering all of Japan. But, how was he going to get rid of her, he was sick of just killing; he wanted his last victory over those useless meikos to be creative and to inflict the most pain. But what? He paced around in his large bamboo fur coat when he suddenly came up against an old well. He looked down the well as a slow, deadly smirk came over his partially hidden face. He knew exactly how to get rid of her and to make sure she suffered the most out of any of the meikos he had defeated yet; he would send her to a place where there are no happy endings!