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
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"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.
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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.
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