Loosely based on the movie of Anastasia with many changes: Long ago the Northern lands were once ruled by a royal family. Great and powerful they were but an unseen war begins and the shadows of are revolution falls across Japan, all hope is lost. The royal family's only daughter was said to escape into the night with her grandmother on the terrible night the family was taken and murdered, but its just a rumor right? Has the young princess survived to rule another day? And what does Kagome have to do with all this?
All names and words will be defined at the bottom
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of this story or the basic idea of Anastasia _ don't sue!
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Ch.2 Cursed Night
The night had been uneventful and was a happy occasion in this foreboding times. After returning to the party, Yoshitsune danced and talked with many of the noble guests, much to her displeasure. As most young children she would have rather been playing with the other children.
Suddenly her father, Shigemori-sama made his way over to her with a man by his side. The man was tall and very handsome, a demon. He wore a fine kimono of white silk and heavy armor, and hair of silver platinum pulled back in the traditional style. Two single purple stripes graced pale cheeks, warm golden eyes met her own blue orbs. Yoshitsune blushed, her father introduced the noble man to her.
"Yoshitsune-dono," her father said, "I would like you to meet Inu no Tashio-sama."
Yoshitsune bowed deeply, this man she had heard of in her studies. A great general of the West and powerful Dai-youkai. Then Yoshitsune noticed a smaller figure behind the tall demon. She was surprised by the similarity of the two faces.
The figure was a young child, a few years her elder by looks. Almost feminine in looks the child was very beautiful. Yoshitsune was struck stiff by the cold yellow gold orbs that stared at her unrelentingly. A deep blue crescent moon rested upon the child's brow, and twin magenta stripes caressed each porcelain cheek.
Yoshitsune hid behind her father, who was that? Was a child to be so frightening? Yoshitsune wondered, Her father chuckled ushering her out from behind him.
Yoshitsune-dono this is Tashio-sama's son, Sesshomaru." Then leaning down to her ear, her father whispered,"Show respect, Yoshitsune."
Yoshitsune bowed shyly, in which he gave only a curt nod. Yoshitsune became red in the face, how dare he not give her respect! They were of same social hierarchy, what was with him? Yoshitsune seethed in anger, while her father nudged her with his elbow in warning, an outburst of anger did not befit a noble lady. The two fathers then left there children to converse with each other, or so they thought. Once the the two men left, Yoshitsune assaulted him with angery questions.
"Sesshomaru why did you show no respect at all when I showed respect you deserved? Have you no respeect for me, we are of the same rank!"
The young demon scoffed at her, in which he responded, "I would never show a demon with mortal blood such as you any type of reverence." And with that he said," You shall refer to me as Lord, you insolent wretch."
Yoshitsune grew silent, it was that again. It was all because of her...mother.
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It was a sunny spring day and the joyful sound of a child's laughter flitted through the air. The sakura trees, which were in full bloom, petals wafted through the air giving a dream like atmosphere. A woman in a sat in the middle of this fragrant garden of flowers. She was surrounded by flowers of all kinds from ones know to the region to exotic and the rare. But none shown as much beauty as the fair lady. A child bundle sat in her lap coddled in her silk robes. The spoke nothings to each other, a languge only a parent and child could share. The small babe only that of a few summers played with her mother's locks that had fallen form her neatly done hair. It shown in the light as multicolored on its dark canvas. The mother smiled lovingly at her child and sang a lullaby, the young one fell asleep peacefully in her mothers embrace. Suddenly, the memory faded to black and the warm wonderful garden was gone. Replaced by dark nonliving scenery. Shigemori-sama and Juri-obbasan were next to her…mother had died and so had the garden. A memory so long ago, she had been but a happy dream that had not last.
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The young Lord Sesshomaru looked at her with distain, would she cry? He thought, or would she call to her father to save her? He laughed inwardly, mortals and there offspring were pitiful. Yoshitsune's head downcast, her eyes pricked as her eyes watered. Sesshomaru smelled the salt of tears in the air and instigated the sobbing face of the girl with mirth in his expression, he was about to walk away then suddenly a the girl spoke. Her voiced showed only a slight crack as she said,
" Milord," Yoshitsune said sarcastically, " In referance to my mother, I would ask you to speak in nothing but the highest regaurds, for no tolerance shall be spared in making jest at her." angrily she continued,
" Nor shall any speak ill of her, for she was a fine woman and Lady, and as you so graciously said, a wretch like me!" for this last angry testament she said venomously, " Good night, Sesshomaru-sama," Then raising her hand to him, but to her surprise he did not flinch nor wince as the loud and sharp crack of skin meeting skin. He said with a bored tone, " Was that meant to hurt?" His cheek grew red on the spot, fiery and angry, but he was unfazed, the cheek turned pale again.
" No, it was merely for my enjoyment, Milord."
Yoshitsune said, a clock struck in the background. The party would soon draw to a close. Suddenly there was a strange dark aura around the the great castle. A dark shadow had descended upon the house of the Northern Lord. Yoshitsune found herself behind her step mother quickly her father had angrily greeted this horrid presence. Yoshitsune recognized the shadowy figure as Shi no Tenma. His name caused a shiver to run down her spine, it was bad omen. He had been one of the high priest in the noble court, but had proved to be a fraud. Power mad and dangerous; Her father tried to deal with him, an argument started in the middle of the hall . The guests crowded together gasping at what each said. The dark man had been banished by her father, but returned for a reason. He spoke aloud, for all to hear,
" Mark thy words!" Shi said venomously, pointing to her father, " You and your family will die with in the forenight, I will not rest till I see the end of the Northern Lord's line forever! He raised his staff high, a bolt of horrible dark energy struck the giant chandelier of the great hall, it crashed down, and Shi was gone. Later would they know the curse was not but words but a true and evil action of hatred that would last for years to come…..
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To be continued in part 2 of this chapter
Shi means death and Tenma is just another word for demon
