A story
-500 years later-
There once was a great miko named Midoriko. She was a savior, a near goddess among humans. All great hero's of legend have an enemy, and her enemy that thickens the plot is a demon of dark intentions. A demon with hair as silver as slits of moonlight, skin as pale as the first snow, and eyes as radiant and dangerous as the sun. They both stood for completely different things. They were both a sacred image to their people.
Sadly they were also both the reasons the war went on for as long as they did. The inspiration these two icons crafted into their followers was abnormal. Humans and demons alike fought the bloodiest wars, that you little one could never imagine, nor would I want you to ever imagine such things. It was a time of great fear, great battles, great loss, but also great courage. And they were found on both sides. Humanity was tested like never before. Like most wars do, it all came to a focus, one last battle of great magnitude. Humans and demons, the lucky ones to witness such an event, never raised a sword. They were no where near the level of fighting Midoriko and Sesshomaru. To them, there fights were mere glimpses and flashes. The battle between the two near immortals waged on for seasons as they moved further and further into the wilderness, more than likely at Midoriko's want to protect humans.
And demons alike.
Finally, on the first day of winter, there came through the first snow, a lone figure. The figure stumbled through the rarely walked path. The figure paused to rest at an old and very wise tree. It molded itself to help comfort the bloody figure. With raspy breathes, Midoriko collapsed into the waiting arms of nature. Her time had come, but even through the blood, a smile shone through. Indigo eyes were at rest.
Then those indigo eyes vanished from the world, leaving a wake of peace that has lasted until now from then.
But what about the demon? A small voice peeped up.
Ah the demon. Well, it's not hard to guess that he also perished in the battle. But it's rumored that he will return to this world one day to reclaim vengeance on Midoriko's reincarnation.
Young deep blues eyes stared up at the young hanyou's face.
Why would he want to do that?
Well… The hanyou sighed. How could he explain to a child the way of the world that his brother had crafted. That will be a story for another time, little Kagome-chan.
She sighed in child like impatience as her eyes wandered elsewhere from where it had been enraptured on the hanyou's every last word moments before. Princess Kagome head twisted to her bodyguard, "But you never answer that…!"
Before she could utter another word, she was scooped up from the soft patch of grass she had been sitting on.
"No more little one. It is time for dinner."
"But I'm not hungry!"
"Do not lie to me little one, I heard your stomach not mere minutes ago." He grinned at his small ward, his fingers moving lightly over her more ticklish parts.
Sensing that she was running out of air, Inuyasha let her rest. After she had recovered, he grasped her tiny hand and they walked back towards the palace, his thoughts not far from Kagome's previous question about his older brother's intentions.
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A/N: I liked how this turned out, I couldn't help but add it in.
