Title: I am the Wind.

Genre: Action/Suspense/Horror

Pairings: Non romance Kagura centric – Kagura/World, and Kagura/Family

Rating: R – violence, language and nudity

Summary: Naraku decides to create a new pawn for his game. But will he be able to control this willful and spirited incarnation. The wind is free and wild, and it will not calmly accept enslavement. Kagura is the name of a Shinto dance. Can Naraku force the wind to dance to his will?

{Inuyasha and all his world, belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, I'm just playing with them in a not for profit manner. None of my work has any reflection or claim on the world and works of Rumiko Takahashi.}

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Ch. 1 Birth of the Wind

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"Awaken my minion," came the muffled shout. I awoke slowly in a confused daze, my mind trying to claw it's way out of sleeps embrace. What is this, where am I? I heard sloshing noises, and felt my world shake.

My eyes snapped open. Not that it did any good. All I could see was blackness. I was floating curled up, my knees pressed painfully into my chest. Where was I? What was I doing here? I tried to uncurl, and encountered walls all around me. I gasped for air, the source of power. Water flooded into my lungs. Whirling around in my cylindrical prison, I desperately searched for a way out.

Suddenly I felt a something grab me by the hair. I was abruptly yanked out of my container, and thrown thru the air. I landed in a sprawling heap covered with slimy wet gore on the tatami mats, covered in a membranous caul. I tried to stand up but collapsed, coughing and hacking the liquid from my lungs. I shivered there naked and confused, ripping the sticky membrane off of my body.

"Ku ku ku, welcome to the world little one," an evil sounding voice said.

I lifted my head to look at the source of the voice, blinking and rubbing debris out of my eyes. A tall man stood next to two large ceramic jars, one of them splashed with slime and offal. He glanced down at me, with arrogance in his eyes. I tried to stand again, but slipped on the slick mat and fell heavily to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are," I snarled at the smug bastard, while rubbing my hip. I tried to project a confidence that I did not feel.

"So graceful my little dancer," the man said. He was clothed in black that matched his eyes and his humour. He was standing in front of the room's sole window, outside of which a storm raged in the night. The only light came from a small oil lamp, by the jars. "I shall call you Kagura."

"You mock me," I snarled at him. I rose slowly to my feet, still dizzy but determined to defy him. I felt weak, and could barely keep my footing. I looked about for escape, praying some luck would blow my way.

"You are my servant, show proper respect to your master," he growled advancing towards me.

"You expect me to bow to you," I said backing up till I hit the wall. I used the wall for support, backing away from him. I moved carefully on slippery feet, leaving a trail of slime on the wall.

"I created you, and can easily turn you back to the lump of flesh you came from," he said imminent violence apparent in his every movement.

"What are you talking about," I said in confusion. I had reached a corner, damn he had me trapped.

"Come, don't you have grateful feelings toward your creator. Are you so heartless as to hate the one who gave you life?"

"What do you expect me to do a dance of joy, at my heartfelt love for you," I snarled.

"Well maybe not a dance. I wouldn't want you to fall and injure yourself again Kagura," he said with a chuckle.

"But, I'm to give you my heart just because you desire it," I said taking a small step forward. Maybe I could quickly dash around him.

"Yes, I expect you to give your heart to me. But then again I might just charm it away from you."

"I shall never serve you," I whispered.

"You think I couldn't steal your heart away," he whispered advancing slowly towards me.

"You certainly have a high opinion of yourself," I said, losing any hope of escape.

"I am Naraku your creator and you shall come to worship me, my graceful little Kagura," he said.

"No!"

He glided over to me and I took an involuntary step backwards, wedging myself into the corner. "You shall learn obedience, my dear sorceress, "he snarled. He suddenly plunged his hand straight into my chest. I gasped in pain, looking down I saw his hand was buried up to his wrist; violating my chest. My vision began to dim the room growing darker around me, and I felt a crushing pain around my heart followed by a sickening ripping sensation. The last thing I saw was his hand jerking out of me, gripping a red lump of flesh. I screamed out in agony my vision going black, as I tried to clasp the horrible wound in my chest closed.

"You, fucking bastard!" I screamed, blood pouring out from between my fingers.

"Remember that your heart shall always belong to me," he snarled, as I heard him walk away. I dizzily took a step forward and slipped in the pool of blood that had run down my leg. The ground rushed up to great me in it's unkind embrace. The howling of the wind was the last thing I heard, as I slipped into unconsciousness.

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The sun woke me up the next day. I looked around in confusion at the small plain room. The remnants of my dream were slowly fading from my memory. My dream had something to do with a storm. All that I could vaguely, recall now was the howling of the wind. I clasped my hand to my chest, the wound had closed but there was still dried crusted blood. Why, was I still alive? I felt icky and desperately wanted to get clean. I was covered in the now dried filth that was in that jar, dried blood and the humiliating shame and horror of someone violating my body.

I got up off the futon that I was lying on, and pulled on the Kimono that had served as my blanket. I was in a small room with a solid door that was opposite the small window. I went to the window, and looked out between the ivy covered wooden bars. 'No escape that way,' I thought as I looked out at the window. I was in some sort of tower.

A waft of a breeze blew in, stirring my matted hair. I smiled and inhaled the scent of flowers. I smiled, yes that felt good. I just wanted to become one with that breeze and sail away over the valley below. Nothing can bind the wind. I frowned, at that. Why would I associate the wind with freedom? I stood there for a long time, letting the breeze clean my soul.

I walked over to the door. Was It was locked? Locked! I pounded on the door. "Let me out of here," I screamed. But wait who am I? Kagura is what that bastard had called me. I had never heard that name before. But then I didn't seem to remember anything. I tried to cast my thoughts back, and the earliest thing I remembered was waking up in that jar. But what does it mean to be Kagura? That bastard, had named me Kagura in mockery of my clumsiness. I would prove him wrong, I would be grace personified.

From what I saw out the window, I realized I was in a castle of some sort. But how did I come to be here. I tried to remember back, and could remember nothing past being in that ceramic prison. What was this place? How did I come to be here? Important prisoners were kept in towers, was I a lady or a princess.

I kicked the door, and heard a sharp crack. Pain blazed up from my foot, as I collapsed to the ground. I curled up by the door and gazed out the window. Birds swooped about, cavorting in the sky. My heart cried out at the sight, yes that's where I belonged. My eyes stung, but no I wouldn't give that bastard the satisfaction. I refused to give in to the tears.

Naraku is what he called himself. Who was he? Why did he hold me prisoner? Was I a prisoner? Well a guest wouldn't be treated the way I was. What was this I was feeling? Anger? Yes, this was the feeling of anger. I heard a rushing in my head, as if a tempest was roaring in my pointy ears. I thought I heard the dim peal of thunder. Yes, he would feel my fury.

I sat leaning against the wall for hours. This stagnation was intolerable. I was bored, without movement how can they be existence. For the moment I might be stuck, becalmed like a boat on a listless sea. There had to be a way out. "Let me out I'm fading away in here," I screamed at the door in frustration.

The wind suddenly ruffled through my matted hair. Wind? I glanced out the lone window; the leaves of ivy were barely moving. Yet, a strong wind was definitely blowing around me. Where had it come from? I seemed to be in the middle of a whirlwind. I felt a surge of joy, as my soul lifted in time with the pulsing air.

I reached out and feed my anger into the wind, letting it carry away my pain. Suddenly the wind increased in speed. What? I withdrew my concentration and the wind decreased. Concentrating again, the wind became a gale. This was wonderful, I had never felt this much happiness before. I made a game of slowing and then speeding the wind up in a complex rhythmic pattern.

How was I doing this? Wait, what did Naraku call me. I was his sorceress? That must be it, he was after my power. No, he wouldn't have it. I closed my eyes and let my soul become one with the swirling currents of air. A sense of power and freedom filled me. He wanted me to dance for him, well I would give him a show he would never forget.

I sat up and leaned back against the wall. I sent small little zephyrs twirling across the room. Yes, this was the key to happiness. But how could I be happy locked up in this room. I was growing bored again. The wind belonged out in the open, blowing where it willed.

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It was growing dark when the door finally opened. Naraku stood there framed in the doorway. "So has your temper improved my pretty little incarnation," he whispered.

"Incarnation," I replied? I stood up, using the wall behind me to gain my balance. I stood before him balanced on my non-injured foot. I glared at him, defying him to find a net that could snare the wind.

"Still as graceful as ever my little Kagura."

"You, shall pay for that," I snarled as I sent a blast of wind at him as hard as I could.

The wind faded as it approached Naraku. I gasped as I felt the wind being wrenched from my grasp at a gesture from him. Naraku took a step forward and suddenly backhanded me across my face, knocking me violently to the ground. "I gave you your power, and can take it from you at my whim," he snarled down at me.

"Don't trifle with me," I spat back, wiping the trickle of blood from my lip.

"Your youkai body will heal fast enough, for my purposes. I would advise you to stop injuring or causing yourself to be injured."

"Youkai body," I replied reaching up to feel my pointed ears.

"Yes, I formed your youki out of the essence of my demon body. Your body however was originally created from various peasants that I ground up. My theory is that the conflicting memories of all those various humans has induced your feeling of amnesia. You only retain knowledge that was common to all of them."

"Is that why I have no memories?"

"Yes. You have no past, and the only future you have my daughter, is one of servitude and obedience."

"What! You don't mean," I whispered as I struggled to my feet.

"Yes, Kagura I am your father," Naraku said smiling cruelly.

"When, when did you this?"

"You were cooking for a week. You only woke up yesterday."

"And I should obey you? You may have given me life but you don't control my destiny. The wind blows where it will's." I looked at the door and the freedom that lay beyond it. I sprang toward the doorway, intending to run till I was free of this madman.

"I hold your heart and your life my little tempest," he said softly. A red glowing lump of pulsing flesh materialized in his hand. He cruelly squeezed my heart, and I clasped my hand to my chest in agony. The world spiraled, and I suddenly pitched headfirst towards the ground while I was in mid-stride.

"I created you and I can destroy you," he snarled. "You shall honor your father, and do my bidding with all your heart. After all, only a heartless and ungrateful daughter would disobey her father. If you disobey me again, heartless is what you shall be."

"No, no, no," I whispered as I felt the tears stinging my eyes. They poured down my cheeks. I looked up at him, shamed that he made me feel so weak. Fine Naraku, you win. I'll obey you, but when I get my chance, I shall yet be free.

"Remember this, you are only a pawn in my game. I will move you as I like and if necessary sacrifice you at my whim. You, have something to say Kagura?"

"No, my Master," I replied, bowing my head and trying to be humble. I feared that my trembling body would reveal my hatred. I didn't want to die, and go back to that blackness. The memory of that wonderful zephyr flickered thru my head. Yes, obey him for now and wait for freedom.

"The bath is down the hall. You're a mess and you shame the dignity of this household. I shall send for your elder sister Kanna. Obey her as you would me, she will come and take you to your bath soon." He walked out of the room, locking the door behind him again.

"Yes, my master," I whispered a little half smile playing on my lips. You might have won for now. But you can't cage the wind. Whatever it takes, I shall have my freedom. The wind was meant to blow freely. When the time is right, I shall show you a kamikaze the likes of which, you could never imagine. Naraku, you want me to worship you; well I'll give you a divine wind