Disclaimer: I don't own IY or YYH.
A/N: Just in case you're wondering... this is NOT - repeat is NOT- part of my Call of the Dragon Arc. This is a story that bite me on the a$$ the other day and is refusing to leave me alone. So, I'm writing it. I have no real idea where the heck it's going; I'm at the mercy of my muse for however long she decides she wants to play with me.
Hell Hath No Fury
Prologue
When she thought of ancient battles between good and evil she always pictured torrential rain, bone rattling thunder and flashing lightning... not bright blue skies, sweet smelling air and brilliant sunshine. Yet, it was only fitting that they clashed with the vile Naraku on such a day; destroying the sweet innocence of such beauty with violence, blood and miasma.
It was almost anticlimactic; Nataku's death. They had been fighting him so long and had him revive so many times... it was hard to believe it was over. Yet, as she walked over to pick up the tainted jewel; no tentacles came flying toward her, no dance of blades, no miasma... She picked up the black marble-like jewel, her touch instantly purifying the bobble to an iridescent pink.
It was over. She had always hoped for this day... yet never thought it would come. What did they do now? So many had died...
She stood, starring at the innocent looking bobble in her palm as her friends and allies came to form a circle around her. Every last one of them battered and covered in blood.
"What now?" She asked, chocolate orbs meeting each of her ally's gazes in turn.
Suddenly the sky darkened and grew heavy. Lightning flashed; blinding them.
"You will hand over the Shikon no Tama to us", a pompous voice spoke from the gloom. There, where no one had stood moments before, was a young man in blue robes, dark hair and sucking on a pacifier of all things. Beside him stood a young women with blue hair dressed in pink robes, an oar in her hand.
"Who the fuck are you?" Inuyasha snarled, placing himself between his friend and this new threat.
"I am Koenma, Ruler of Reiki, son of Enma;" the stranger said, "it is by his decree that the jewel be removed from this plane, so it will never be used for evil again."
Their group was silent; only one person could make that decision; the guardian of the Shikon no Tama.
She stood regarding the being that claimed he was a demigod. Many had claimed the title over the years; yet all had been proven false.
"This Enma seeks the power of the jewel?" The cold analytical voice of the stoic inu-lord asked. The stranger regarded him quietly;
"Enma has no need for such a thing." He replied.
Liar The voice whispered thru her mind.
Her gaze narrowed. "You lie." She said, her words causing her companions to fall into fighting stances.
The demi-god sighed. He had hoped that there wouldn't be a fight but he had expected one.
"The jewel will be safe priestess;" he said, "regardless of what my father intends to do with it."
"No." She said; warm chocolate eyes turning to ice as warning bells went off in her head.
"That wasn't a request,' he said. "If we must, we will take it by force."
Suddenly they were surrounded by entities of death. She glanced at her companions and saw the same hard determination in their eyes.
"Over my dead body," Inuyasha snarled.
So be it".
The battle was fierce and once sided. They were out-numbered. One by one her friends fell; leaving her alone. Suddenly the demigod was in front of her.
"The jewel please" he said. She glared at him; the cursed jewel clutched to her breast.
"Never," she hissed; mind frantically searching for a way out. Her friends... gone. There had to be a way. She wished with all her might that there was a way to prevent them from taking the jewel. Nothing good would come from their possession of the artifact. Suddenly, hearing her unspoken wish... the jewel flared to life; swallowing the entire clearing in a brilliant pink glow.