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This is a story that I have been working on a long time... I love creating really different settings and plots for the Inuyasha characters... Since my Inuyasha and mermaid crossover (Tenderness to You)... this is my next idea... based all on Native American myth and style. I hope you enjoy... I have lots of chapters to post... if I get reviews then I will continue to add more... please review!! Story told in first person from Kagome's point of view...
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Chapter 1
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Where you ever torn between your fractured future and your ancient identity? It is strange to have two such unlikely ideas in a present situation. Yet, life is a continuous reminder to ourselves that we are perhaps not as little as we seem.
To begin my story, I must tell you that I was born without any memories of how I was born or with any parents to question. I never knew what their names were or if they loved me. I only knew my name, Kagome, and that was all I could understand.
I was only meant to know my place as a woman is this village society. My people have lived for centuries in the Western Lands, in this enchanted Feudal Era. I never dreamed that my life was such an importance to others. I never valued myself as anything but a normal person in society.
I grew up with only one family member, a brother. My brother always said that I was like a daughter to him, for he did raise me and was like a father figure. Yet he did not hold me idle such as a father would. My brother, Naraku, is ten snows older than me.
In our village, he is a cunning warrior with powerful fighting and marksman skills. He wares his hair long and draped around his shoulders, making him look tall and fierce. He is a gallant warrior, in battle; he does not hide from his enemy, he stands up and proud, daring his enemy to shoot at him. He is strong and thick throughout the chest.
Yet, he is a man without fear.
I love my brother dearly, but I never felt close to him. We are like day and night; winter and summer. Naraku was a fighter, I was a daydreamer. He often thought of me as foolish and childish.
I learned from my brother that our parents both died shortly after I was born. Oh now I wish I could have known them. As a woman, I feel weak and useless. Only warriors-men- have power.
You never really know anything until you stop listening with your ears and listen with your heart, letting the words be understood throughout your soul. Naraku always told me to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. Did that mean that love was his enemy?
Although I knew my brother loved me, I could never be sure. He always made sure that I was never alone.
He said he didn't trust my rebellious nature.
When I wanted to take my pony out for a ride, he sent a warrior out with me, to guard over me. It has always been this way, every since I was little girl, ever since the accident....
Naraku blames himself. He makes me feel sympathetic towards him, to the fact that he has to deal with me, like I am a problem child.
I believe that the accident was not an accident.
Many moons ago, I heard a voice call me away from the village and into the demon lands. It was hard to remember the full story. Naraku says I am lucky to be alive, he does not trust demons. And in turn I have been trapped in his feelings.
Naraku finds it fun to punish me, whenever he seems fit. His favorite thing to do is make me feel weak and helpless. He will tell me stories about our parents, to make me feel sympathetic towards Naraku's pain.
He makes demons seem terrible and wicked.
He says, "Our father was killed by a demon. When he found out that mother was being unfaithful to him, he left the village to pray to the Great Spirit to give him strength and to grant him the ability to know what to do.
The Great Spirit told him to exile her. Yet, mother's wickedness sent the demon to kill our father before he could return to the village. The demon ran him down, spilling his blood across the land. It left him half alive and without the ability to use his upper body. It could not even kill him peacefully; it had to make him suffer all the way up until his death."
In reply to this tale I always ask how mother died. Naraku's face twists with disgust, "She is not my mother. She was like you, filled with imagination and spirit. And that spirituality brought upon her own death."
"But, how did she die?" I would ask again.
"She deserves to be dead. She was unfaithful to our father. May the Great Spirit condemn her. She is probably alive, but she must live with her sin; now and forever. The Great Spirit does not forgive an adulterous wife. This is why I keep you near, safe and protected. I have fought against the blood of our mother, the blood that makes us rebel, and I have beaten it. But you are still struggling against it. Do not fear sister, I will not let our mother's blood will not condemn you to her sin."
This hurt me. I could not imagine that my mother could have been unfaithful and evil. Yet his story was deceiving. Every time I would hear the story, it would slightly change, which made me wonder if Naraku was telling the truth.
I was so different from my brother.
My friends say that he was just being protective, I find it strange. Even though I was free to go about the village I still felt captive, like a slave.
The feeling never bothered me, until I became a woman, and could begin to be called on by other men.
Naraku watched over me with an ever cautious eye, it seems he felt that I was too immature to find love for myself. It was custom in our village that the woman's father should chose a suitable man for her to marry and bear children with. Naraku felt that my past accuracies left him with the responsibility of finding me a proper husband.
And under Naraku's authority, that man would have to be exactly like himself, just as ruthless and cold. He would make great profit off of my marriage. I tried not to think of Naraku's plans for me. I lived my life with a positive outlook. I did not allow myself to become depressed with matters that I could not control. Maybe that makes me weak, but I have never known how to be strong.
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Before the summer storms were to come, many of the women in the village went into the forest to gather roots and bark, to be used as food when the weather was to hot to cook on an open fire.
The bark, when pounded and boiled, made a soft mush that filled the stomach. Helpful in times of drought or lack of fresh meat.
I chose to go with a few of my close friends as well as my younger cousins. We had spent many suns weaving baskets and saddle bags to carry our findings in.
Naraku had apposed of me going on this trip, but I told him that I was never going to grow and learn about the world around me if I didn't go out and experience it for myself. He sighed,
"This is very against what we are used to doing."
"But brother, many of my friends and younger cousins, who are perhaps four snows younger than me, are allowed to go every year. Why should I be held idle?"
My answer was bold. Yet Naraku still was not convinced, after some thought he approached me with a bargain.
"Alright Kagome, you may go. But under one condition, there is a warrior friend of mine who I would like you to meet. His name is Kagura. He is an admirable husband and a fine warrior. You and him will meet before you go and make talk."
I nodded with agreement, although my heart sank. Naraku left me alone by the fire.
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Review away if you like what your reading... chapter 2 coming VERY soon... ; )
This is a story that I have been working on a long time... I love creating really different settings and plots for the Inuyasha characters... Since my Inuyasha and mermaid crossover (Tenderness to You)... this is my next idea... based all on Native American myth and style. I hope you enjoy... I have lots of chapters to post... if I get reviews then I will continue to add more... please review!! Story told in first person from Kagome's point of view...
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Chapter 1
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Where you ever torn between your fractured future and your ancient identity? It is strange to have two such unlikely ideas in a present situation. Yet, life is a continuous reminder to ourselves that we are perhaps not as little as we seem.
To begin my story, I must tell you that I was born without any memories of how I was born or with any parents to question. I never knew what their names were or if they loved me. I only knew my name, Kagome, and that was all I could understand.
I was only meant to know my place as a woman is this village society. My people have lived for centuries in the Western Lands, in this enchanted Feudal Era. I never dreamed that my life was such an importance to others. I never valued myself as anything but a normal person in society.
I grew up with only one family member, a brother. My brother always said that I was like a daughter to him, for he did raise me and was like a father figure. Yet he did not hold me idle such as a father would. My brother, Naraku, is ten snows older than me.
In our village, he is a cunning warrior with powerful fighting and marksman skills. He wares his hair long and draped around his shoulders, making him look tall and fierce. He is a gallant warrior, in battle; he does not hide from his enemy, he stands up and proud, daring his enemy to shoot at him. He is strong and thick throughout the chest.
Yet, he is a man without fear.
I love my brother dearly, but I never felt close to him. We are like day and night; winter and summer. Naraku was a fighter, I was a daydreamer. He often thought of me as foolish and childish.
I learned from my brother that our parents both died shortly after I was born. Oh now I wish I could have known them. As a woman, I feel weak and useless. Only warriors-men- have power.
You never really know anything until you stop listening with your ears and listen with your heart, letting the words be understood throughout your soul. Naraku always told me to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. Did that mean that love was his enemy?
Although I knew my brother loved me, I could never be sure. He always made sure that I was never alone.
He said he didn't trust my rebellious nature.
When I wanted to take my pony out for a ride, he sent a warrior out with me, to guard over me. It has always been this way, every since I was little girl, ever since the accident....
Naraku blames himself. He makes me feel sympathetic towards him, to the fact that he has to deal with me, like I am a problem child.
I believe that the accident was not an accident.
Many moons ago, I heard a voice call me away from the village and into the demon lands. It was hard to remember the full story. Naraku says I am lucky to be alive, he does not trust demons. And in turn I have been trapped in his feelings.
Naraku finds it fun to punish me, whenever he seems fit. His favorite thing to do is make me feel weak and helpless. He will tell me stories about our parents, to make me feel sympathetic towards Naraku's pain.
He makes demons seem terrible and wicked.
He says, "Our father was killed by a demon. When he found out that mother was being unfaithful to him, he left the village to pray to the Great Spirit to give him strength and to grant him the ability to know what to do.
The Great Spirit told him to exile her. Yet, mother's wickedness sent the demon to kill our father before he could return to the village. The demon ran him down, spilling his blood across the land. It left him half alive and without the ability to use his upper body. It could not even kill him peacefully; it had to make him suffer all the way up until his death."
In reply to this tale I always ask how mother died. Naraku's face twists with disgust, "She is not my mother. She was like you, filled with imagination and spirit. And that spirituality brought upon her own death."
"But, how did she die?" I would ask again.
"She deserves to be dead. She was unfaithful to our father. May the Great Spirit condemn her. She is probably alive, but she must live with her sin; now and forever. The Great Spirit does not forgive an adulterous wife. This is why I keep you near, safe and protected. I have fought against the blood of our mother, the blood that makes us rebel, and I have beaten it. But you are still struggling against it. Do not fear sister, I will not let our mother's blood will not condemn you to her sin."
This hurt me. I could not imagine that my mother could have been unfaithful and evil. Yet his story was deceiving. Every time I would hear the story, it would slightly change, which made me wonder if Naraku was telling the truth.
I was so different from my brother.
My friends say that he was just being protective, I find it strange. Even though I was free to go about the village I still felt captive, like a slave.
The feeling never bothered me, until I became a woman, and could begin to be called on by other men.
Naraku watched over me with an ever cautious eye, it seems he felt that I was too immature to find love for myself. It was custom in our village that the woman's father should chose a suitable man for her to marry and bear children with. Naraku felt that my past accuracies left him with the responsibility of finding me a proper husband.
And under Naraku's authority, that man would have to be exactly like himself, just as ruthless and cold. He would make great profit off of my marriage. I tried not to think of Naraku's plans for me. I lived my life with a positive outlook. I did not allow myself to become depressed with matters that I could not control. Maybe that makes me weak, but I have never known how to be strong.
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Before the summer storms were to come, many of the women in the village went into the forest to gather roots and bark, to be used as food when the weather was to hot to cook on an open fire.
The bark, when pounded and boiled, made a soft mush that filled the stomach. Helpful in times of drought or lack of fresh meat.
I chose to go with a few of my close friends as well as my younger cousins. We had spent many suns weaving baskets and saddle bags to carry our findings in.
Naraku had apposed of me going on this trip, but I told him that I was never going to grow and learn about the world around me if I didn't go out and experience it for myself. He sighed,
"This is very against what we are used to doing."
"But brother, many of my friends and younger cousins, who are perhaps four snows younger than me, are allowed to go every year. Why should I be held idle?"
My answer was bold. Yet Naraku still was not convinced, after some thought he approached me with a bargain.
"Alright Kagome, you may go. But under one condition, there is a warrior friend of mine who I would like you to meet. His name is Kagura. He is an admirable husband and a fine warrior. You and him will meet before you go and make talk."
I nodded with agreement, although my heart sank. Naraku left me alone by the fire.
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Review away if you like what your reading... chapter 2 coming VERY soon... ; )