Disclaimer: I own none of these events or names, just the word order.

I got some dark thoughts clouding my brain, so I felt like releasing them here. This is a primarily dark fic, and I will try to throw everything I can possibly throw at you, at you. I have a bad habit with these comments, so I will try not to have as much anymore after this. I will, however, respond to reviews here though. That is all.

As we enter the rabbit hole...

Prologue

That's all he was. A wanderer. Going from village to village, staying just far enough to be out of sight. He had lived that way for quite some time, before he could even remember. There were vague memories of his past, of a few happy moments with his father. But that is all he had, a vague impression. And a murderous brother. He couldn't even count the times his half-brother had attempted to exterminate him, much as one would crush a bug, on his hands anymore. He had grown weary of it. Fortunately, he had become very good at outrunning his brother. Usually he just gave up after a while. The villagers were never really a piece of pie either. When he was young, they would always keep him from their games, tormenting him with who he was. After he lost his mother, he took of, and began the life of a wanderer. Villages wouldn't accept him when he was young, and were always mortally afraid as he got older and stronger. As such, he learned to sleep in trees, keeping an eye out for anything out to get him. Other demons occasionally popped up, some which managed to inflict major wounds. He always escaped though, and healed. Occasionally he would hunt for food, whenever he really needed it, but that was usually rare. As such, he continued his life, just surviving as best as a half demon could.

But then he happened upon a village, one protected by an ancient magic held by this priestess. He stayed on the outskirts of the village, watching her. He knew she was the protector of something, that something being the jewel of four souls, as he later would learn. When he found out about its qualities, a hunger was born. He could finally relieve himself of all of his troubles, of the thing that was the root of his problem. So he planed on taking it. Unfortunately she was always there to protect it, whether it was from small demon, large ones, and all in between. But she never killed him. No, she would always pin him to a tree, never really exterminating him. This always frustrated him. He knew the only two ways to peace would be death or use the jewel to become a full demon. He was not ready, nor aware of the third path. She seduced him, using her similar position to lure him into a false sense of security and hope. She wanted to be free of the jewel, because it was a great burden to bear, one where she never got a moments rest. She was tired, and was going to be rid of the burden. But the jewel was never one to be shirked of in such a manner. A burned criminal came to the village, and as per her job requested, she tended him. But unwise such a decision was. The criminal became infatuated with her, and called forth many demons to take hold in him. Thus Naraku was born out of pure evil. The jewel had a mind of its own, and always enjoyed the continuous fight over it. It was not about to let the fight die out. She told Inuyasha of her plan, the third path he could take. She had manipulated him right where she wanted him. He accepted, too blinded by the sense of relief and love. But something went wrong. Naraku did not share the criminal's lust for the priestess. He wanted the jewel for himself, so he could become more powerful, and end the hanyou curse upon him. So he took advantage of the current weakness of the hanyou and the priestess. He tricked them, planting thoughts of betrayal in their heads, turning them against each other. Enraged, Inuyasha went for the jewel, reverting back to plan A. Unfortunately, she caught up with him and pinned him to a tree for the last time. She was too weak from her wounds to survive though, and had died, and had the jewel burned with her. The jewel had struck again, manipulating things so that the battle could continue. Naraku was quite angry at losing the jewel, and went of to prepare for the future, because he knew it would be back. The jewel of four souls never turned down a good fight for itself.

He was pinned. Asleep for eternity. That was how this girl found him. The jewel had found itself someone deep in the future good enough to carry on its fight. So it brought her back, back in time, back to the era it left. Inuyasha just had the unfortunate of getting pulled into the destructive web that the jewel cast again. It didn't like staying in the body of this girl anymore, so it ended up attracting another demon to it. The jewel used its presence to break part of the spell on Inuyasha. The girl inevitably had to release Inuyasha, and bring him into the fight once more, or perish at the hands of a demon. Everything was going to the jewel's plan. Once Inuyasha was released, he resumed where he had left of, and resumed his fight for the jewel, just as planned. The old woman ended up protecting the girl from him, and created an artificial balance between them. The jewel was most pleased. It could resume feeding of the conflicts of others. But then something happened the jewel didn't plan on. The girl accidentally split the jewel into many shards, which spread out all over Japan. The jewel didn't like being split at first, but it found it was much better off, sucking up conflict in a much wider radius. Things fell into place much faster than the jewel expected though, and soon there were two forces, constantly in conflict. All it would have to do is not get itself purified when it was completely put back together, and used. That would be a simple task with what it had to work with...