Title:A Child of Fate (part 1/?)

Author: Kay

Author's Notes: Takes place in Kagome's time. Demons still exist. The Shikon No Tama doesn't exist (you'll see what I mean later).

Disclaimer: I no own Inu-Yasha. That belongs to Takahashi goddess.

Content: PG-13 I guess. I can always change it


************************

"Lord Sessho-Maru-sama, what would you like me to do with the remaining

journals," Jaken choked out respectfully while trying to keep the stack of records from

falling like England's London Bridge.


"Be careful with those fool! The Records of the Shinrai Prophets don't just

materialize from thin air," Sessho-Maru said impatiently fighting the urge to strangle his

loyal retainer with his own beltsash.


However that came bit too late as the latest of Shinrai Records came crashing to the

Earth with a thud. . . .opened to its spine.


It was then that he felt it. . .a powerful surge. Sessho-Maru was sure every other

demon in the world felt it also. The surge was so great it made his teeth ache as the

power echoed in his head and dropped him to his knees with the total sensory overload,

making his head pound. Fighting his way through his head-splitting 'migraine' his eyes

fell to the open book on the ground, now accompanied by the other records as his

retainer Jaken had joined him on the floor. He barely got in a glimpse of the prophesy

itself, the page now glowing, before he blacked out.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Half Time~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Push! Push! You stupid cow!" a hatchet-faced Kocho was heard to say, but as the

midwife to the village this was a normal occurence especially after Higurashi-san borke

her hand, she still cringes at teh thought because the pain was still fresh.


Screaming out one last time, covered in sweat and steam, she used all her willpower

and strength to bring Kagome into the world-covered in caul, blood, and thicker fluids.

Thorougly exhausted Shoka Higurashi went into the world of dreams.


~Child, do you know how special you are?~ said the voice of the wind carrying like

an echo through a cherry blossom screen as the child's aura took on an ethereal glow.


*****************************