Hello everyone! Sama here! I won't write the entire story! Sola and I will alternate! I write odd chapters and Sola will write even chapters. Enough of that! Let us begin! Please keep in mind that this is a slightly Alternate Universe. Our leading lady was born in the feudal era!
Sesshomaru was there, right in front of me. The look in his eyes was murderous, but I wasn't afraid. He wasn't going to hurt me. It would hurt him as well. No, he was staring at Inuyasha.
Inuyasha, who had betrayed me, betrayed my heart. It was because of him that I ran. It was because of him that I was the emotionless husk I forced myself to be. Yet here I was, watching the battle of the brothers. Watching him. Inuyasha charged forward, his claws digging into Sesshomaru's chest, and I screamed.
I sat up, shivering in the cold night air. The dream had haunted me for weeks. I couldn't make sense out of it. Had Inuyasha come for Sesshomaru's contest as well?
"No, he searches for female warriors," I mumble.
The lord of the western land had sent notice of a competition weeks ago. He was searching for a strong female warrior who could win constant battles to the death and match his strength. There was no chance that a human could match the strength of a full yokai, but I was traveling to him to fight nonetheless. If nothing else, I would be put out of my misery.
I had trained on my journey, stopping to battle every demon she came across.I had defeated eighteen so far, and killed seventeen with the sword I had carved from the bones of the first. I would have felt like a monster if I could feel anything at all.
The moon was high in the sky above me. I was laying on my back, staring at it. It was full that night. It was beautiful, with the stars twinkling all around it. The night was more peaceful than others had been for me in the past. It was strange, being able to say "I'm safe." Of course, it didn't last. It never did.
From the bushes came a growl, so low that it was barely audible, but I heard it. My hand shot out and wrapped around the hilt of my bone sword. The leather I had wrapped around it was snug in my hand. The demon let out a growl as it leaped from it's hiding place out into the open. I stayed back, waiting for it to make the first move. It charged forward, and I stepped to the side, driving my sword into it's side. It let out a guttural wail as the blade pierced its flesh.
It turned to face me, its features a mask of rage. It was my turn to move. I charged at it, and it approached me as well, like we were opposing each other in a jousting match instead of on the battlefield. My sword flashed in an arc through the air, slicing into it's neck. It's head hit the forest floor, and the bloody body fell moments later. I smirked as I wiped my blade on the grass. The battle had been almost effortless on my part.
A slight rustle in the leaves caused me to whirl around. Millions of pairs of red eyes were watching me from all around. I was surrounded. And oh, how I loved it.
I gasped for air, leaning on my sword for support. All around me, piles of demon bodies were towering over me like mountains. They were all dead. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on me. I was drenched in sweat and literally panting, but I felt stronger than ever. With a heavy breath, I straightened and continued on my path.
It was hours before I reached my destination. The moon was watching me over the mountaintops as I stood in front of the lord's grand home. Guards opened the gates, and I stepped inside, amazed at what I saw. Never had I seen such a fancy mansion. Guards stood at every door. As I was led down long winding halls, I passed too many armored men to count. People recognized me and sent fearful glares at me. It reminded me of my childhood in strange ways.
Flashback
I was running through the streets, dodging flying spears and feet thrown out to trip me. I was seen as public enemy number one then. Under my arm was a loaf of bread that I had swiped from a passing baker. Under my shabby hat was a dagger I had slipped out of a pile of longer swords. Tucked in my leather belt was a canteen of water that I had stolen from the wife of one of the guards. The guards shouted for me.
"You can't escape!"
I ducked into the nearest house, slipping under the bed in order to conceal myself. The guards thundered in before running out again. Just before I slipped back out again, the sound of footsteps tapping against the wood floor hit my ears. A woman's voice, high, but not unpleasant, piped up.
"Those guards came back again? Oh, well," she paused before continuing. "You may come out."
Hesitantly, I rolled out from under the bed.
End Flashback
It took a moment for me to realize where they were leading me. Straight to the lord himself, of course.
"State your name and business."
"Isn't it obvious? I've come for your contest," I gave him a menacing smile. "I am the high thief of Japan, and have been from a young age. My name is Kagome Higurashi."