It Was Never Meant
Inuyasha Fanfiction by Amelia Silver
Disclaimer: Inuyasha series by Takahashi Rumiko
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A long long time ago, when the world had just been created by the gods, and they had set back to rest from their endeavors of creation, they fell into a slumber. It is not common that slumber befalls the gods, but they had put forth so much of their energy that sleep claimed them easily.
It was then that the gods suffered at the hand of something horrible. The evil spirits that roamed the Otherworld seized this opportunity. The gods were at rest, and therefore their wrath could not be set upon them. With daggers in their smiles, the spirits entered the essences of the gods, to do some creation of their own.
The gods suffered in their slumber, tossing and turning as any mortal would do from the imagery rushing about their heads. The evil spirits danced in glee with the turmoil they projected. With cold sweat rolling down their glowing faces, the gods awoke with a start, expelling the spirits within them. The gods were taken aback at the connundrum that lay before them. The spirits were not the spirits that they knew freefloated the otherworld but were the giant, voracious beasts that had clambered within their heads a few moments past.
Before the gods could blink their eyes, the beasts were gone, descending down onto earth with their newfound strength and power.
The gods would have smote them, if they could have. For that was the job of the Fates, the hags who wove the gods' threads of creation into the tapestry of life and death.
The youkai race was born. And the gods could do nothing but watch in horror at the terror they released upon the humans they had set onto Earth.
The gods created the Otherworld into the Underworld for such creatures to eternally face the wrath of the gods.
The youkai thrived, evolving and breaking off into separate sects; wolf, rabbit, horse, insect, fox, dog, among countless other species of animals. The clans fought against one another, forgetting that they had descended to Earth together for the sole purpose of destroying what the gods had created. They began destroying each other, and the gods began to celebrate. Finally the terror would be laid to rest, and the humans could go on procreating and living in the way that the gods had planned.
The gods were startled, shocked and confused. A youkai lord lay a noble lady down, and in the months to follow she bore a son.
Neither human. Neither youkai.
A son with pale skin, ten fingers, ten toes, tiny fangs, little white ears that stuck to the mat of his wispy white hair, and eyes that gleamed of the midday sun. The lady looked upon her child with fervour, human and not human, youkai and not youkai.
She named him Inuyasha, to remind him of who he was.
He was the first hanyou to be born.
The gods looked on with curiousity, what was the path this child would choose? Destruction, like his youkai race? Or love and devotion of his human side?
He suckled at his mother's breast before she lay him down to sleep. She pushed aside the fringe from his eyes.
"Goodnight, my Inuyasha. May the gods always watch over you."
~Amelia Silver 2003
Inuyasha Fanfiction by Amelia Silver
Disclaimer: Inuyasha series by Takahashi Rumiko
***************
A long long time ago, when the world had just been created by the gods, and they had set back to rest from their endeavors of creation, they fell into a slumber. It is not common that slumber befalls the gods, but they had put forth so much of their energy that sleep claimed them easily.
It was then that the gods suffered at the hand of something horrible. The evil spirits that roamed the Otherworld seized this opportunity. The gods were at rest, and therefore their wrath could not be set upon them. With daggers in their smiles, the spirits entered the essences of the gods, to do some creation of their own.
The gods suffered in their slumber, tossing and turning as any mortal would do from the imagery rushing about their heads. The evil spirits danced in glee with the turmoil they projected. With cold sweat rolling down their glowing faces, the gods awoke with a start, expelling the spirits within them. The gods were taken aback at the connundrum that lay before them. The spirits were not the spirits that they knew freefloated the otherworld but were the giant, voracious beasts that had clambered within their heads a few moments past.
Before the gods could blink their eyes, the beasts were gone, descending down onto earth with their newfound strength and power.
The gods would have smote them, if they could have. For that was the job of the Fates, the hags who wove the gods' threads of creation into the tapestry of life and death.
The youkai race was born. And the gods could do nothing but watch in horror at the terror they released upon the humans they had set onto Earth.
The gods created the Otherworld into the Underworld for such creatures to eternally face the wrath of the gods.
The youkai thrived, evolving and breaking off into separate sects; wolf, rabbit, horse, insect, fox, dog, among countless other species of animals. The clans fought against one another, forgetting that they had descended to Earth together for the sole purpose of destroying what the gods had created. They began destroying each other, and the gods began to celebrate. Finally the terror would be laid to rest, and the humans could go on procreating and living in the way that the gods had planned.
The gods were startled, shocked and confused. A youkai lord lay a noble lady down, and in the months to follow she bore a son.
Neither human. Neither youkai.
A son with pale skin, ten fingers, ten toes, tiny fangs, little white ears that stuck to the mat of his wispy white hair, and eyes that gleamed of the midday sun. The lady looked upon her child with fervour, human and not human, youkai and not youkai.
She named him Inuyasha, to remind him of who he was.
He was the first hanyou to be born.
The gods looked on with curiousity, what was the path this child would choose? Destruction, like his youkai race? Or love and devotion of his human side?
He suckled at his mother's breast before she lay him down to sleep. She pushed aside the fringe from his eyes.
"Goodnight, my Inuyasha. May the gods always watch over you."
~Amelia Silver 2003