Summary:
A prophecy is made that Lord Naraku will lose all he has to the two sons of Inutaisho. He takes a young child and trains her as a miko warrior to one-day kill the two. But what happens when love grows amongst evil. Sess/Kag Inu/Kag
Rating: Pg- 13 for now.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Inuyasha, ::sniffle, sniffle::
To Life we are all Pawns
Ch 1: As our tale begins…
In the beginning there was but a Lord and child….
Gray clouds swirled above, as the day grew colder—although in the Southern Lands, the days were always cold. Darkness and Gloom were all that lived here; nothing born of light ever inhabited these lands. And what life did resembled that of a life that never lived and death that had already come. For these were the lands of the Hanyou lord Naraku.
In his castle of infinite black he lay, pacing around the halls, anger burning through his skin. The oracle was late and so was the woman that was supposed to be accompanying her. Had he not needed them for his desires their souls would've been swimming through the river of death.
"Lord Naraku," a low female voice timidly stepped up to face the peevish Hanyou. Her face stood stern, even when face to face with such an evil power. The deepened lines on her face told of great wisdom and the pure white color of her long hair told of great knowledge.
His piercing violet eyes narrowed at the oracle," Where is the woman?"
"She would not give the child up willingly, so she had to be removed," the oracle stated.
The smell of blood that had been washed off her hands tingled his nose as he knew what fate the woman had met," What is of the girl?"
The oracle smirked satisfactorily as she stepped to side. The spot at which the legs of the oracle had once concealed now revealed a young child, no more than a month old, lying peacefully in a brown basket.
Bowing, the elder began to remove herself from the Lord's presence.
"Wench where do you think you are going! What am I to do with this filthy beast you have brought me?!" With nimble speed he grabbed firmly onto the weathered hand of the oracle, stopping her dead in her tracks.
Calmly, she turned, her gray eyes focusing in on his purple ones," This child belongs to a lineage of powerful mikos Lord Naraku; she will be of much use to you in the future. Train her to harness her powers and skill her in the arts of the warrior. Your reign shall depend on it,"
Violet eyes widened as the Hanyou lord tightened his hold," What do you mean! Speak now you old Hag!"
"I have foreseen," she whispered, her voice sending chills down the Lord's spine," In the years to come Lord Inutaisho will be born two sons. One who will take what you desire most and the other who will claim what you already possess,"
"How … How can I prevent this? There must be way!" Not many had ever been able to witness the Lord in a state of panic, of fear. One might say that a prophecy was not fact, but Lord Naraku knew better than to ignore the words of an oracle.
"The key lies in the child," she smiled, her hand slipping out of the Lord's grasp. She began to descend down the stairway.
'No, this cannot be. I cannot let his happen, I am Lord Naraku and by kami I shall not let that family of dogs take what is mine.' He looked down at the child, her pale cheeks flushed with red circles, and a few fine hairs of ebony on her tiny head. This child, so weak and frail, that could so easily be crushed held the key.
"What is the name of this filth!" he shouted at the back of the oracle.
The oracle continued her journey without glancing back, but not before responding," Call her Kagome, I've always been quite fond of the name,"
"Kagome," picking up the basket he gazed at the child intensely," Then Kagome it is,"