Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Author's Note: Thank you all for your amazing reviews! I'm glad you all seemed to enjoy the Hani paring, I had a good laugh due to one anonymous reviewer, who mentioned that they liked the story but wished they could read a Kyouya/Harry as they had never read one before. If they're reading this, I hope they'll take a peek at my profile. To those who've read my OHSHC stories, the reason why is obvious.

My Solitude requests an InuYasha crossover with a Harry/Onigumo pairing and the prompt of "Before Onigumo met Kikyo".

It was in the bustling city of Kamakura where Onigumo, the bandit first laid eyes on the boy that would still haunt his memories even fifty years later. He had gone into the city with his men (well, his men of the time) to relax and celebrate their successful raid of a village that was much more prosperous than any of the men had imagined. Even before satisfying their empty bellies, the men had quickly flocked to the red-light district where they were happily taking part in the soft and giving pleasure they considered the female flesh to be. Onigumo had not gone with them however, having decided to forgo the disgusting curvature that was the female body, and instead chose to spend his time plotting their next raid; at least that was his intention until he saw a bright flash of green out of the corner of his eye. It took him a few moments to find the source of the green that caught his attention, but when he found the source it took his breath away.

Up above the streets in a second story window was the most beautiful young boy he had ever seen, even though the young man had his face painted up as a woman-of-the-night, it was obvious that sharpening jaw line could never be on a woman's face. The source of the green had obviously been the boy's kimono, it was a dark green that rivaled the highest quality emeralds Onigumo had ever seen, a green that nearly rivaled the beauty's eyes, but sorely paled in comparison. It took him minutes to tear his eyes away from the enchanting boy who seemed to beautiful to be possibly human, but once he did he was able to observe the building that housed his exquisite beauty. Like the whore house he left his men at earlier, there were prostitutes on display in the lower windows, much to his disgust; even having never met the boy, he knew that he was too pure for such an establishment of ill repute.

Upon entering the brothel Onigumo was quickly met by the owner, an extremely heavy-set man with a thick moustache and thinning hair that greeted him as if he were an old friend. The bandit, even with such a unsavory occupation that seemed to be a lifestyle of those too ignorant to boost themselves up in life with more legal activities, was actually rather brilliant, and quickly talked his way past the brothel owner for half the normal price and was lead up the stairs. It had only taken a soft rap against the rice paper screen to have the door pulled aside, and the source of what was newly becoming his obsession displayed before him.

The boy was even more captivating up close, if such a thing were possible; with a closer look into those gorgeous eyes that made any green gem: jade, viridian, beryl, and emerald, all seem like pathetic trinkets in comparison. While the boy's pale white skin could be compared to the soft flesh of a woman's, the likeness stopped there. He walked towards the boy's bed like a man possessed, lured as if by a siren, and as he touched the boy's silken ebony black hair, he knew it would be impossible for him to stay away.

Time and time again he returned to the brothel, and even with his careful manipulation of the owner, the man quickly figured out Onigumo's obsession with the young boy, and used it to his advantage. With each visit the man would raise the price for the boy, even an hour in Harri's (for he made sure to learn upon the second visit the boy's name) was becoming almost impossible for Onigumo to pay. Then the time came that even after raid upon raid, Onigumo could not gather the right amount of money to see his obsession, and that was when he learned of his downfall; the Shikon no Tama and the supposedly divine priestess that guarded it. How the brothel owner of Kamakura learned of such a sacred jewel that was believed to be sheltered in the very small and isolated village of Edo was up for question, but Onigumo was blinded by the brothel owner's offer. If Onigumo were to somehow attain the jewel of four souls and give it to the owner, then Harri would be his, forever.

So Onigumo had left Kamakura alone, abandoned by his old crew of men who had decided his tactics were going to send them to an early grave. It was on the path to Edo that he stumbled across a new group of bandits, and as charismatic as ever, it had taken Onigumo only a few hours to talk himself easily into the upper rankings of their faction. The bandits had apparently heard the legend of the sacred jewel, and that it was guarded by more than just a pretty priestess, it was guarded by a half-demon by the name of InuYasha as well. Onigumo talked the bandit's soon to be old leader into going on a suicidal reconnaissance mission to study the priestess and her hanyou pet, and plotted just how he was going to accomplish the task that would bring Harri to his side forever.

Things had not gone as expected, surprisingly the old bandit leader had survived (even if he lost an eye for his efforts), and while Onigumo was treating his newly acquired men at one of the cheaper brothels in Kamakura, the blinded man burned the brothel down to the ground. Onigumo had managed to escape, but could not go to his beloved, the deceiver had not escaped the blaze untouched; Onigumo's body was almost completely destroyed, his skin hung onto his charred frame in torn flaps, and the horse ride away from the city was the most painful thing the man had ever endured.

He had no idea which direction the horse traveled, and could barely tell how far they had gone as he lost consciousness again and again. Onigumo could barely remember riding through a forest one night during a terrible storm, and that he had been thrown from his horse as lightning struck a nearby tree. The horse had fled and Onigumo desperately crawled his way towards a large boulder, only realizing as he reached it that there was a cave like shelter hidden by the brush surrounding it. Day after day passed, and to this day Onigumo wasn't sure how he stayed alive during that time; he hadn't had food in so long, he could tell by the odor that his wounds were surely full of disease, and he was in so much pain he could scarcely move a finger.

It was on what Onigumo believed to be the fourth day did he hear rustling coming from the bushes in front of the cave entrance. He had watched in a daze as the greenery was pushed aside and a young maiden dressed in the attire of a priestess stepped inside the old cave. The priestess looked upon him solemnly with dark brown eyes, her dark black hair swept back by a single strip of white fabric. And as the priestess knelt by his side and ground the healing herbs from her basket, did those dull brown eyes seem to turn a bright shade of green, and her dark hair became even darker still.

"H-Ha-Harr-ii…"

"Don't speak, you're badly injured. My name is Kikyo, and I will do my best to help you heal."

Harri…

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