Naraku is purged of his demons and as Onigumo tries to repair the damage
caused from his hate and malice. However he is unable to do so and now his
reincarnation must deal with painful dreams of a past life. Will a miko
from his past help? *possible Kagome/Onigumo romance*
Forgive and Forget?
Onigumo sat brooding in a chair. The room which he was in was dark, lit only by a single flickering candle. His heart contracted painfully as he remembered the pain he had caused as Naraku. The miko from the future had purified him of his hate and malice. The demons in him were purged and he had spent the next year physically recovering from the event. However he would never mentally recover. He had always been there, the voice of reason in the back of Naraku's head. The tiny subconsious that played with the different emotions of guilt, regret, and love. Naraku had been disgusted with himself because of the small piece of Onigumo he still possesed. But everything eventually works out for the better.
It had taken 53 years to bring about his downfall, and he remembered every bit of it. It was his punishment for being weak enough to allow the demons to devour him in the first place. After he was physically able to he had set Kagura, and Kanna free. He had also seen to it that the boy Kohaku was taken care of as well. The curse he had placed on the monks family disappeared when he was purified and he had personally seen to the distruction of everything he had once stood for. His traveling fortress had been burned and his mindless detachments were killed.
He remembered that day well. The woman, Sango, had been pickng herbs with the miko, Kagome. Kagome had immediatly sensed his presence for he could see the tenseness in her shoulders. Sango had looked at her confused before something else had caught her eye. Kohaku had nervously made his way to his sister. Sango was shocked to learn his memory had been erased but gratefull all the same. And while he told her stories of a man named Onigumo that had taken him in and healed him, Kagome wandered over to him. So lost in his own thoughts he almost forgot where he was and didn't see her approach until it was too late.
"Onigumo?" She had said. She did not speak with fear, but held her head up high if not a bit shyly. "Thank You." She looked upon the reunited siblings and he knew to what she was refering to.
He had gotten over his shock in no little amount of time, "Dear Miko, it is I who should be thanking you. You saved me from my demons. I am truely sorry for all the pain I had caused and I do not ask for your forgivness for it is beyond my reach. I simply wish for you to know how deep my regrets are." He had bowed to her and she smiled at him.
"There is nothing I can do about the past and I can't help you deal with it. But I do achknowledge your appologies." As I turned to leave her voice drifted to me, "Do look me up if ever your in need of another exorcism." Her voice held dark humor and he gave her a sad smile in return before he left once again.
However he did not go by that name any more. Here he was known as Nick. He was studying to become a history professor at the local college. He was a quiet person and had two friends that he rarely talked to. But recently he had been having dreams of a life of murder, deciet, pain, and torture. He had been shocked after the first one and did some research. He had stumbled upon the legened of the Shikon no Tama and thought that maybe he had read it once and forgotten it. A few burritos will twist the memory if eaten too late. However that was not the case as he had a repeat of the same dream for the past two months. He had recieved an invitation to study abroad for a year and snatched the opprotunity up, hoping it would help ease his troubled dreams.
So now here he is, standing in front of an old shrine a few blocks from his hotel.
It was as if an unseen force took control of his body and was now walking him up the many steps of the shinto shrine. He was barely aware of what he was doing as he took in the place set before him. As he reached the top step he heard a gasp from his right. He turned and saw none other than the girl from his dreams, standing there holding a broom.
Authors Notes: Its two in the morning and I'm high on chocolate....now do you really want to ask where this story came from? God only knows what goes on in the recesses on my mind. I was in a rather open-minded mood actually and came upon this idea from reading a Naraku/Kagome pairing. The author made him very ooc and I thought I'd see what I could do. I don't know if Im going to make this a Naraku/Kagome romance or anything but by the time this story ends they will be good friends at the very least. And I say Naraku but I mean Onigumo/'Nick' because for one- Its a habit calling him Naraku but for two: Thats his 'evil' half So if he seems ooc in this story keep in mind that he was purified. Thats my excuses and Im stickin to it. For once I'll accept flames cause I'd have to be stupid to think I wont get any for this story. I mean come on...its "Naraku" big baddie and I'm pairing him up with little miss sunshine and berries. Well to anyone who wants to flame me. BITE ME! To the people who actually like this story: You are weird (just kidding but I had to say that lol) no but seriously, to the people who like this story: THANK YOU! I need support. Its what keeps me going. SO! With all that said and done I'm going to sleep! I'll write more tomorrow if I'm no busy and if I am I'll definatly have something up by the next day! Bye!
P.S. I actually thought of this story because of a picture of him and the subtittles at the bottom said "This girl...What is this power?" (It was on a profile of him) and poof! Story in the making! *cough cough* ok dont ask.
Ichigo Witch Child Sarah
Forgive and Forget?
Onigumo sat brooding in a chair. The room which he was in was dark, lit only by a single flickering candle. His heart contracted painfully as he remembered the pain he had caused as Naraku. The miko from the future had purified him of his hate and malice. The demons in him were purged and he had spent the next year physically recovering from the event. However he would never mentally recover. He had always been there, the voice of reason in the back of Naraku's head. The tiny subconsious that played with the different emotions of guilt, regret, and love. Naraku had been disgusted with himself because of the small piece of Onigumo he still possesed. But everything eventually works out for the better.
It had taken 53 years to bring about his downfall, and he remembered every bit of it. It was his punishment for being weak enough to allow the demons to devour him in the first place. After he was physically able to he had set Kagura, and Kanna free. He had also seen to it that the boy Kohaku was taken care of as well. The curse he had placed on the monks family disappeared when he was purified and he had personally seen to the distruction of everything he had once stood for. His traveling fortress had been burned and his mindless detachments were killed.
He remembered that day well. The woman, Sango, had been pickng herbs with the miko, Kagome. Kagome had immediatly sensed his presence for he could see the tenseness in her shoulders. Sango had looked at her confused before something else had caught her eye. Kohaku had nervously made his way to his sister. Sango was shocked to learn his memory had been erased but gratefull all the same. And while he told her stories of a man named Onigumo that had taken him in and healed him, Kagome wandered over to him. So lost in his own thoughts he almost forgot where he was and didn't see her approach until it was too late.
"Onigumo?" She had said. She did not speak with fear, but held her head up high if not a bit shyly. "Thank You." She looked upon the reunited siblings and he knew to what she was refering to.
He had gotten over his shock in no little amount of time, "Dear Miko, it is I who should be thanking you. You saved me from my demons. I am truely sorry for all the pain I had caused and I do not ask for your forgivness for it is beyond my reach. I simply wish for you to know how deep my regrets are." He had bowed to her and she smiled at him.
"There is nothing I can do about the past and I can't help you deal with it. But I do achknowledge your appologies." As I turned to leave her voice drifted to me, "Do look me up if ever your in need of another exorcism." Her voice held dark humor and he gave her a sad smile in return before he left once again.
However he did not go by that name any more. Here he was known as Nick. He was studying to become a history professor at the local college. He was a quiet person and had two friends that he rarely talked to. But recently he had been having dreams of a life of murder, deciet, pain, and torture. He had been shocked after the first one and did some research. He had stumbled upon the legened of the Shikon no Tama and thought that maybe he had read it once and forgotten it. A few burritos will twist the memory if eaten too late. However that was not the case as he had a repeat of the same dream for the past two months. He had recieved an invitation to study abroad for a year and snatched the opprotunity up, hoping it would help ease his troubled dreams.
So now here he is, standing in front of an old shrine a few blocks from his hotel.
It was as if an unseen force took control of his body and was now walking him up the many steps of the shinto shrine. He was barely aware of what he was doing as he took in the place set before him. As he reached the top step he heard a gasp from his right. He turned and saw none other than the girl from his dreams, standing there holding a broom.
Authors Notes: Its two in the morning and I'm high on chocolate....now do you really want to ask where this story came from? God only knows what goes on in the recesses on my mind. I was in a rather open-minded mood actually and came upon this idea from reading a Naraku/Kagome pairing. The author made him very ooc and I thought I'd see what I could do. I don't know if Im going to make this a Naraku/Kagome romance or anything but by the time this story ends they will be good friends at the very least. And I say Naraku but I mean Onigumo/'Nick' because for one- Its a habit calling him Naraku but for two: Thats his 'evil' half So if he seems ooc in this story keep in mind that he was purified. Thats my excuses and Im stickin to it. For once I'll accept flames cause I'd have to be stupid to think I wont get any for this story. I mean come on...its "Naraku" big baddie and I'm pairing him up with little miss sunshine and berries. Well to anyone who wants to flame me. BITE ME! To the people who actually like this story: You are weird (just kidding but I had to say that lol) no but seriously, to the people who like this story: THANK YOU! I need support. Its what keeps me going. SO! With all that said and done I'm going to sleep! I'll write more tomorrow if I'm no busy and if I am I'll definatly have something up by the next day! Bye!
P.S. I actually thought of this story because of a picture of him and the subtittles at the bottom said "This girl...What is this power?" (It was on a profile of him) and poof! Story in the making! *cough cough* ok dont ask.
Ichigo Witch Child Sarah