Soul Bond

Written by Briar Noir

            I was forged long ago, in a fiery mountain, by a great sword smith. My brother and I were forged from a father's fang for his two sons. One to protect and the other to heal. We both were created to compensate for our wielder's weakness and to lend strength to their future.

            But a wave of tragedy occurred too some to be stopped. Waves of terror and hate spread swallowing many. And I was cast into darkness. Forgotten. Forsaken. And Lost.

            For many years, although I know not the amount, I stood there alone. I waited for the bearer, no my bearer to come for me.

            He was not the first to come.

            I awoke from my slumber to feel a soul brush mine as a hand gripped my hilt. It felt evil, demonic, and wrong. I rejected it and him. Silently apologizing to my brother whom I had not felt in many years.

            He understood. He always has.

            The next to touch me. . was. . . beyond explanation. There was a soul as pure as starlight, but it lay buried under darkness. Hate, mistrust, anger, sorrow, fear and apathy ruled over it. It felt right, and had once been, but was shattered almost irreparably.

            I did not reject him. But neither did I go to him. It was too unsure that he was the one meant for me. And I for him.

The two brothers fought.

            Then she came. Not meaning to she grabbed me only wanting to protect. Her soul was pure, completely unsullied. I knew then that she saw the younger brother's light.

I knew that she was to be protected.

So I did.

            Throughout the battle that raged between the brothers I protected her. Yet she handed me to the hanyou Inuyasha. So that he could win the battle.

            I complied, but I did not reveal my true form. Until I learned his intentions.

            He also realized somewhere in a small forgotten part of his soul the same thing I did. She was to be protected. So she would be protected. We won that first battle. And the many bouts following afterwards.

            As time passed my bond with my wielder grew. Just as his affection did so for the girl.

            Ka. Go. Me. The three simple sounds making up her name. This I later learned.

            Battles came and went. Continually as we sought the fragments of a broken gem.  Allies were gained and enemies defeated. Allies became friends and some enemies became allies.

            Still we went on. My wielder completed his bond with me. I was broken. And then repaired. Our bond grew.

            His soul became purer because of her presence. At the same time the danger grew greater.

            One thing remains the same. She is to be protected.

            And he still needs to learn a thing or two about women despite his fighting prowess and companions.

"Osuwari!!"

"OOoof!"

            But I will stand them. My wielder, my bonded, the protector. And, of course, our protected.

Ka. Go. Me.

~*~

Owari

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Inuyasha.

I will be continuing to write vignettes that follow this one. They will be introspective pieces from an unexpected source.

Please review and tell me what you think. It's the first Inuyasha fic I've posted. Tell me what you think, flames are gladly accepted and will be used to turn Kikyo into some nice pottery.