Yura of The Hair, a demon that can only be destroyed by breaking the comb that not only held her hair but kept her alive. Hidden inside a skull, the two halves of the comb are what I seek. These are the keys to reanimate the corpse belonging to Yura of the hair...
"Kagura!! Come here!" Naraku barked. He sat, hunched over, in a window, looking out to the murky blue forest that surrounded him.
A tall, thin woman entered his room. She bowed deeply and fanned her face gently. "Yes, Naraku?" She asked, exasperation evident in her velvety voice.
Kagura stood at about five feet, six inches, with sleek black hair that she kept pulled back, decorated with two feathers that she occasionally used for flight. She had a set of orbicular green earrings, which dangled gracefully on either side of her round, pale face. She wore a beautiful silk kimono emblazoned with pretty magenta designs, around her waist, a yellow sash. Her eyes were the color of blood, as were her lips, and in her hand she carried a fan with which she used her wind magic.
Naraku, in turn, was possibly equally as beautiful as Kagura. He bore long, slightly wavy black hair that he usually kept up in a ponytail high atop his head. His eyes were a piercing shade of red, like Kagura's. He wore a yukata that was made in dark shades of blue, black and purple. Naraku was slightly anemic, and quite pale. But perhaps this man's most striking physical attribute was the immense spider shaped scar that covered his back.
The reason for Naraku and Kagura's physical similarity was simple: Kagura was born of Naraku. Not by normal birthing means of course, but by a strange form of reincarnation. She was created from his flesh, and her life was totally in his hands. Naraku could kill the wind sorceress at any time, merely by destroying her heart, which he literally held in the palm of his hand.
"Naraku? You wanted to see me?" Kagura asked, trying desperately to hide her impatience with the man as he stared into space.
He snapped out of his daydream and responded, "Yes. Kagura, I need for you to go out and find for me a comb."
Kagura raised an eyebrow. "Hm? A comb? Shouldn't hair care be lower down on your list?"
Naraku snarled. "Fool! It is not for me! The comb was broken in two, but it still holds the soul of a demon, Yura of The Hair. By reviving her, I will have an immortal demon of substantial strength working to destroy Inu Yasha."
"Immortal? How can she be dead if she is immortal?" The sorceress asked, snickering behind her fan.
A wicked smile curled Naraku's lips. "Simple. The only way to destroy her is to break that comb. If I hold it, then no one can stop her. If she is hacked to bits, she reforms. The hair she uses as her weapon can slice anything to pieces as easily as the softest human flesh. Also, it has been rendered invisible, so it is impossible to stop it. Only Kagome can see it, but if I send Yura to fight Kagome specifically, that woman will not stand a chance."
"And...What of Inu Yasha? Certainly you aren't expecting him to peacefully sit back and watch?"
"That is why you will distract him," Naraku purred, his deep, melodic voice soothing Kagura's nerves. "You will fight Inu Yasha. I will send Kanna to hold off the monk, the demon slayer, and the two lesser demons that are with them. That way we cannot lose."
"I understand. I will get to it immediately." With a smile and a bow, Kagura summoned her wind and was carried away on one of her feathers.
"Aaa-choo!!"
"Bless you, Inu Yasha! You're not allergic, are you?"
Kagome Higurashi, fifteen years old, stood beside Inu Yasha, her sixty-eight year old half-demon companion, smiling wide as he wiped his nose with his long red kimono sleeve.
Kagome had jet black hair that hung to the middle of her back. Her face was oval shaped and her skin was supple and soft. Kagome had two big brown eyes that one could easily get lost in, if she kept her hot temper to herself long enough to let you. She wore a simple red, green, and white school uniform consisting of a sweatshirt top and short green skirt. On her legs were knee high socks that stayed perfectly in place, and on her back, a bow and quiver of arrows.
Inu Yasha was slightly more brazen with his outfit. He wore an entirely red kimono with long flowing sleeves. He went barefoot, as he ran faster without the hindrance of sandals. Around Inu Yasha's neck was a strand of purple prayer beads. After every three beads was a small demon tooth. It was this necklace that cursed him to crashing hard to the ground every time Kagome uttered the word "sit" to him. He had long silver hair that shimmered beautifully in the light. Framing his angular face was two large shocks of that hair that jutted away from his face and almost immediately back toward it. At his hip he carried a powerful sword forged from his own deceased father's fang, a katana that transformed into the most powerful sword known to him--Tetsusaiga.
"Yeah," He replied, his voice sounding nasally instead of crisp and brash like it normally did. He sneezed again, this time covering his mouth. "Well, I don't think I'm allergic to anything...Aaa-choo!!"
Sango, a young female demon slayer, moved in front of Inu Yasha and walked backward, staring the half-demon in his pretty yellow eyes. "Hmm...Maybe we should rest in the next village? You're looking a bit paler than usual, Inu Yasha."
Sango was in her prime, and was absolutely fetching. She too, bore shiny black hair that hung to the small of her back which she kept in a loose tie near the bottom. She, like Kagome, had lovely brown eyes and a soft, round face. She, however, had two outfits. One that she wore most of the time, and one that was specifically for battle. Her casual attire was a small kimono. It's primary color was white, but it bore shocks of burgundy, and the bottom half was all a dark green. Underneath this was her combat outfit, a tight black and pink suit that made for faster and easier movement when hunting demons. She pulled her hair up high on her head when she wore this, and sometimes could be seen wearing a mask that helped her to be safe around poison. Her weapon, a large bone boomerang that she dubbed Hiraikotsu.
Inu Yasha's eyebrow twitched and he clenched a fist. "Pale? When have I been pale? I've got a well weathered look to my skin, thank you very much." He rolled a sleeve up and flexed his tanned muscular arm.
"And that, of course, comes from being pinned to a tree for fifty years." Mused Miroku, a lecherous monk that also accompanied the half-demon.
Miroku was, by profession, a monk. Unfortunately, he was also a pervert. Albeit his reasons for asking each woman he met to bear his children were good, his behavior around women was incorrigible. Miroku would often grope and fondle women on the sly, earning him little respect but many slaps in the face. He'd even asked Kagome and Sango to bear his children, but was obviously declined.
The monk's reason for needing to have a child was not awful, mind you. Miroku's family was cursed by Naraku. The curse was a wind tunnel in their right hand that possessed the ability to suck anything not rooted or nailed down into his hand. The downside, the hole occasionally grew in size and would eventually draw Miroku himself in.
"Shut up, monk; I don't need your guff, okay?" Inu Yasha grumbled. He sneezed again, and then began sniffing the air. "Is it...Kagura?" He whispered.
"Hm? Kagura? Where?" Miroku turned his head in the direction that Inu Yasha was looking. "Inu Yasha, are you certain? I sense nothing..." He looked back at the half-demon, who gave no immediate response to his question.
"Hmm...Yeah, it's faint, though. So far away that there's nothing to worry about. Besides, she doesn't smell like she's lookin' for a fight."
"Oh, sister! These combs are absolutely wonderful, aren't they? I just can't believe how lucky we were to find them!"
"Oh, how right you are, sister! Terribly wonderful, they are! And very lucky to have them, we are!!"
Twin sisters, Machiko and Sachiko, sat in their parlour, combing their long satiny hair. Machiko, the elder by two minutes, had green hair that hung all the way to the ground. Her eyes were big and deep and blue, but infinitely empty. She was tall and thin, almost lanky, with skin that was very white. She wore a soft red-orange demon pelt around her chest and waist. Around her wrists she wore the same red-orange fur. On her feet, leather sandals that she made herself, obviously, as the craftsmanship was...well, ist left something to be desired, at the most.
Sachiko was clad much the same way, but her hair was long and blue, her eyes, big and empty and green. The only other difference to her was that her demons pelts were black with shocks of grey here and there.
"Sister..." Machiko began, putting her beloved red comb down and biting on her lower liptop of her home, closely followed by Sachiko. "You wish to challenge the Demon Girls?"
They stood on either side of the roof. Kagura watched, feeling the all too familiar feeling of a sweatdrop slipping down the back of her head and she sighed. "These girls bear Yura's Comb?"
Machiko's ear twitched. "Mm? Yura's Comb? You mean those two lovely red combs we found? Wonderful, aren't they?"
"Yes, but incidentally, they belong to me.
