Author's Note: Oh wow such a long time! Well I really did lose interest, but I'll update since I'm bored as fuck and I have nothing to do. To be honest, this story is something I make up as I go along. I don't plan like other genius authors xD. By the way, the song/chant I'll be typing up is in Latin

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Chapter 3: Ahead on Our Way

500 years prior to current events…

"Kyrie, elaison

Christe, elaison
Kyrie, fons bonitatis.

quam bellus, quam sanctus
esse virgo creditor."

The wretched claws tore upon the cold flesh, soaking her lifeless hands with blood as her eyes gleamed with bloodlust.

"Please spare me-…" He knelt on the frigid stone floor with his hands clasped in prayer.

Aishou grinned at the pathetic man. "Don't waste my time with petty begging." She thrust her nails into his heart, wrenching it as it exploded inside of him. She loved it: the horror in his eyes; the agony in his scream. Whilst her hand was inside of him, she grabbed all she could of his insides and quickly withdrew; and in her own creative way, she created a fountain of blood.

Her elegant fingertips dripped with ruby droplets as the blood of her victims slithered down her bare, pristine arm. Aishou left the corpse to be devoured by the night's shadows, and continued walking down to her destination through the temple. It was dimly lit by the fading glow of warm candles, but all else were engulfed in night's embrace. Her golden eyes gazed upon the moon, basking in its alabaster darkness. Her expression which was filled with a murderer's instinct, now changed into an expression of relief. Her eyes softened and her lips curled into a slight smile.

"Okasan," she held out her hands, "I offer to you… my revenge." Closing her eyes, she felt a spiritual presence lift her…

"HOLD IT!"

The sound of several metal-clad boots echoed throughout the vicinity. They hurriedly formed a circle around her with long iron swords ready to strike at the demon before them.

Humans… Aishou grumbled in her mind, irritated by their interrupting. Looking around, she could feel their fear… even see it. Each of them were quaking! They were nothing but scrawny charlatans. But to her, they were beneath nothing.

In a blink of the eye, her figure instantaneously darted behind one of the soldiers and squeezed his corpulent throat, raising him in the air. His eyes bulged and mouth opened for the gasp of air. She laughed maniacally at their feebleness as they all stepped back utterly appalled and perplex at her lightning-speed and psychotic demeanor. The victim in her hands wriggled for escape, dangling like a helpless fly caught in the spider's web. Her fingers squeezed tighter, decapitating his head from his body; its blood showering her body and long raven locks. After parading his corpse in the air, she quickly disposed of it by throwing it off on the temple's cement walls.

"WHO'S NEXT?!" She yelled at them, the cowering dogs they are. They all tried scampering away, shrieking for escape. Aishou was about to follow until…

The golden orbs in her eyes widened in extreme pain and surprise. Looking down her chest, an arrow which emanated with a purifying power pierced her heart. She quickly turned around to see a young priestess equipped with a long bow and a sack of holy arrows. "I am." she answered impassively.

Aishou's knees gave way as she fell to the floor, writhing in pain as blood uncontrollably flowed out of her throat and the confounded hole on her chest. There she lay, helpless defeated with her ebony hair a shadowing pool on the ground.

It was there, the moment she had been waiting for. As her sight blurred into utter darkness, she could feel the death reaper's grasp waning her strength. When her eyelids fluttered into the eternal sleep of death, she could hear the dreaded voice of the priestess chanting a prayer of sealing.

"You… y-… you damn wench!" her voice could barely make out what she had to say. She knew what she was doing. The damn priestess was trying to seal her soul into confinement. "No…" A void of white took her away into the land of slumber. In a matter of moments her existence would depart the world of reality into an eternity of incarceration. In a last attempt to free herself, she screamed, her voice echoing through the night.

Kikyo stepped into the moonlight, taking out a dagger bearing the crest of Heian Kyo from her robe's sleeve. She quickly whispered a spell to her itself, causing a faint glow to illuminate its blade. "In this blade, Aishou, I sentence your soul to everlasting imprisonment."

Her elegant face then formed a sad smile. "You were a hero to the people Aishou… but you threw it all away as you drowned in your grief…"

A curious monk stepped in the scene away from his shadows. "What are your oders?"

"Burn her body, and the dagger along with her."

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Present

As Rin lay on a thick tree branch, she held out her Heian Kyo dagger to the moon, illuminating it for her purpose of studying its unique characteristics. Too wrought in insomnia and boredom, she couldn't help but play around with this artifact instead of saving her energy for tomorrow.

Her mind meandered into the depths of her memories…

I've had this dagger for as long as I can remember… But I don't know a thing about it.

Her eyes quickly peered down her two guardians, the great and glorious Sesshoumaru who gazed into the camp fire, totally absorbed into his thoughts, and Jaken who was grumbling to himself about the ridiculous human girl accompanying them.

Maybe they would know about it… they're demons after all. I'm sure they've lived long enough to have such knowledge.

"Nee! Sesshoumaru-sama!"

He turned his attention, looking up at her from the ground as Jaken jumped, annoyed with her high-pitched voice. If anything, the green toad preferred the eccentric Aishou over this overly-delighted nuisance… speaking of which.

That's right, the girl has no idea of Aishou being inside of her. Is that why Sesshoumaru-sama allowed her to follow?!

"Do you know anything about this dagger?" She threw it aimlessly at them. The lightweight dagger bounced off the green toad's circular head, disrupting his thoughts.

"WHY YOU!!"

Sesshoumaru studied it as Jaken seethed in his anger.

The crest…

His deadpan demeanor immediately vanished and his brows furrowed in perplexity. "How did you get this?" He questioned with a threatening tone.

Rin grimaced, thinking she had displeased this wonderful creature. "I… I've had it since I was a little girl."

With that response it suddenly came to him… This young woman was probably born with such too… Aishou's "cage" in human form. In his realization, Sesshoumaru felt alert. "We have to leave now."

Jaken and Rin looked at him confused. But instead of further explaining, he just walked back on the path.

"Wait Sesshoumaru-sama!" Jaken yelled, running with his tiny legs behind his master.

"May this Rin ask why?!" she said defiantly. Jaken gasped at her courage to question Sesshoumaru's motives…. And mock his way of speaking in third person! (A/N: lol)

But instead of doing the expected (which was to punish her), Sesshoumaru simply turned back with a glare and answered, "You're simply not safe here."

In her mind, she felt flattered and honestly shocked that he was concerned for her well-being… totally unaware of WHY he was concerned.

Rin nodded her head and followed, humming a pleasant tune as they continued their journey.

Aishou slowly dreamed in her sleep of the lord she had loved so dearly... the only man she adored and admired. Here he was before her, yet she could not grasp him in her current form, trapped in the body of a mindless adolescent.

Someday... she'll return.

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A/N: It was very short I know. But this chapter is what I like to call a "filler chapter." But in a sense it's not since it did provide you readers with much of what the plot is all about. I know right now you SessxRin fans are disappointed they didn't get some "action" but there will be more in later chapters… right now is just too soon.