Hey Inuyasha fans from the internet! You might be wondering what you're doing here - what attraction made you click on this story? No? Then maybe I should tell you what made me write it. I watched Inuyasha for the first time when I was a kid. Do you remember the very first episode? Well, what if our hero's story had already ended before it could even begin? I - as a nerd writer - tend to present unusual perspectives. The run-of-the-mill creep who gets slapped away by the protagonist without batting an eye, as well as that character's goals and feelings, become the focus of my narratives. Why? Because the idea of presenting their point of view appeals to me. Every fictional character, no matter how insignificant, has a story that is just waiting to be discovered. My goal is to honor these characters by making them the protagonists of my stories and presenting their perspective on events. When you really step into the world, like Kagome, things like 'plot armor' lose their meaning. The more unusual these characters are - that is, the more they differ from the stereotype of a protagonist - the cooler and more interesting they seem to me. In this sense, my intention is not to rewrite Inuyasha's saga - as many others do in their stories - but to create a new saga:

The Saga of Mistress Centipede! - Chapter I - The Sacred Jewel


„How wonderful... I can feel my powers returning..."


"The jewel – GIVE IT TO ME!"

Mistress Centipede was on the hunt. The girl she was chasing was running away from her as fast as she could. A hum of endless, pointy, bony legs coming closer vibrated the earth beneath her.

"I told you: I DON'T HAVE IT!"

She sounded desperate. Understandably, her life was in great danger. But it was clear to the Yōkai - the demon - that she was lying. She felt the power of the 'Shikon no tama' – the Sacred Jewel - within her, but not only that: it was thanks to that very jewel that she was able to breath again, after being torn to pieces and defeated by that damn Hanyō - that half-demon - years ago. She had been able to feel the power of the jewel on her own skin when the current vessel - that naughty girl - eluded her grasp and, with the help of the jewel, was able to tear one of her six arms off her body as she tried to grab it.

The jewel is within reach! I want it - I must have it!

For so many years she had waited for this moment. For the moment of her triumph. All her thoughts revolved around this artifact of power - a power that would make her invincible. The only thing standing in her way now was that brat. The girl stumbled unhappily and hit her face on the ground.

Now you are mine!

Mistress Centipede threw herself headlong onto her. The ground cracked and rock shattered, but the girl had still been able to just barely scramble up before her massive body could hit her. The centipede's impact knocked her into the air and sent her flying away from her attacker - but the demoness launched a second attack. She whimpered as Mistress Centipede dug the cruel claws of her five remaining hands deep into the flesh of her upper arms, hips and thighs. As the vile woman shook her violently and pain jolted through her, she cried out. Tears flew from her terrified face as she desperately tried to free herself from her grip. Looking into her pale face, the girl cried out again in fear and disgust.

The power of the jewel. Yes! I feel it BEFORE me. I feel it INSIDE her!

"The jewel, it is mine! Give it to me!"

A deadly grin played around her lips as she saw the girl recoil from her long, forked tongue, which she revealed to her. The demoness licked her lips and leaned closer to the girl.

"Give it to me! Give me the jewel!"

As she stared wide-eyed at the demoness, she shook her head, as if believing that all of this was just a dream from which she merely had to wake up. Mistress Centipede enjoyed the smell of her fear emanating from her.

"I can feel the jewel in you, girl! NOW GIVE IT TO ME ALREADY!"

The monotony of her words were due to her desire for the jewel - she would do anything to get it. The demon bit the girl's shoulder and poison entered her body. Satisfied by the pained scream that echoed over the hill, she then pulled back and smiled into the girl's face. Her dark brown eyes no longer bore the gleam of blind shock - she appeared paralyzed. The demon laughed at the face before her, released one of the woman's arms, and wrapped her hand around the human's throat.

"Give me the jewel - or I'll rip your guts out!"

She tightened her grip. The girl grabbed her arm to free herself from her stranglehold - to no avail.

"I... told you... already... that I... don't... have it!"

She stuttered as the demon's hand closed tighter around her neck. Panic flooded her brain as the pale face before her slowly began to fade. She raised her now freed hand and clung uselessly to the creature's wrist before a wave of dizziness nearly engulfed her. Her fingers began to go limp on the demoness' wrist. Realizing that her prey was fainting, Mistress Centipede loosened her grip around the woman's throat.

"You lie!"

Unsatisfied by her statement, her lips opened. Suddenly, her mouth reached up to her cheeks. Numerous long, pointed teeth could be made out, two of which were particularly large and protruded menacingly. She was about to tear the jewel from her body with her razor-sharp teeth, but the girl - and the jewel - still seemed to resist her.

"STOP IT!"

The girl squeezed her eyes shut, frightened. She closed her mind to what, to her, was a disgusting and terrifying sight, but the Jewel turned its power, which Mistress Centipede so coveted, against her.

What the...

She suddenly held her hand in front of the demon's face and the energy that emanated from it was immeasurable. Violet-pink light emanated from her palm, blinding her vision. Mistress Centipede was held back by an invisible force. The jewel stopped her from getting any closer to the girl.

This power. This incredible power...

The demoness gazed full of excitement and fascination at the dazzling light that held its own against the darkness of the night and made the surroundings shine, but when the pain became too much, she was torn from her admiration and cried out in pain.

"AHHHH!"

Mistress Centipede felt the energy of the jewel hit her skin, causing it to gradually burn, almost as if she were standing directly in front of the sun itself. She had a strong body that even the sharpest blades and most powerful swords could not harm, but this was something else. The power of the jewel was pure and concentrated, and even her resistant shell was no match for it in the long run. She gave in and capitulated to that power. The centipede let go of the girl, hoping to distance herself before the jewel could do any serious damage, but her unyielding greed took its toll once again: her remaining arms also said goodbye to her body.

You fucking bitch!

The pain that followed was the same for her. She had to have the jewel - at any price. Its power was just too tempting and worth any sacrifice she could offer. Her massive body straightened up again and looked down. The girl looked stunned - whether by the hidden power that had been lying dormant inside her all this time, or the fact that even without arms the demoness wasn't finished yet, Mistress Centipede couldn't tell. She didn't care either. She didn't care about the girl. The only thing that mattered was the object that was inside her body.

"Leave me alone!"

The girl struggled to get up. With shaky legs, she tried to gain distance and limped away. Mistress Centipede made a surprised face.

She was not supposed to be able to move! Surely my poison should have paralyzed her body!

Her astonishment did not last long. Her countless, sensitive legs suddenly sensed vibrations on the ground. She looked down the slope above which she was. It seemed that the inhabitants of the village she attacked earlier had followed them here - to come for the girl's aid.

Pathetic fools! Do you think your kind can stop me?

These puny people posed no threat to her, so she did not intend to pay them the slightest attention. Attention was suddenly paid to something else: a tremor. A tremor that she felt in every part of her body.

What... what is this?

Her huge body was suddenly frozen. For a split moment, she was unable to move even one of her countless legs. And another tremor, but this time she noticed that this tremor was not coming from the outside; her insides were shaking. And another. She could 'hear' each and every one of her heartbeats. It was the rhythm of death she was hearing, and she realized what it meant.

The Hanyō!

Fear and horror spread through Mistress Centipede's emotional world. She did not know how to react to this threat. But she knew that she had to react - and that she probably did not have much time to make a decision. Two options were available to her: Escape or fight.

If only I had the jewel!

No, such thoughts were of no use to her now. The countless legs clanked, and her long body began to move - toward danger, not away from it. She probably wouldn't get a chance like this a third time. She will face this white-haired half-demon - and usurp the Sacred Juwel. Although she had neither the power of the jewel at her disposal, nor her arms, which she had lost, to oppose the Hanyō, who had practically had an easy time with her last time, this time she knew who she was up against and what she could expect.

This time he won't stop me!


Thanks for making it this far through the monotony of her sentences. Yes, I know, Mistress Centipede's dialogues are very repititive, but that's mainly due to my inner compulsion to stick as close as possible to her depiction in the Anime and Manga. Of course I'm open for comments, criticism and the like. But this story shouldn't become too long - there are some other characters I'd like to upgrade in relevance, like the Vixen from Inuyasha and many more from the Narutoverse, but Mistress Centipede is so grotesque that it's incredibly fun to see the world of feudal Japan as shown in Inuyasha through her eyes - which is why I've already prescribed a bit.

See ya in da next chapter - hopefully!