I know, I know, another fic, shoot me.
But I can't help it. X3
I promise to verily try my darnedest to finish this sucker, alright? I
promise!
Summary: The Youkai and humans are constantly at odds with each other, and the devastation of the last war leaves the humans as little more but slaves to the stronger species. Kagome is a top-notch spy to the human Rebel army, and her latest mission could prove her deadliest. (Sess/Kag) Rated R for language, gore, and most likely lemon-ish tendencies.
Falls On Me
Prologue: Fall of Lights
The echoes never ceased to taunt me; they reverberated about inside my ribcage, like a hunger that wouldn't stop gnawing. They had plagued me since that day, at the eclipse of the War.
The echoes of pain long since past.
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The Youkai had always been present, but their activity in the government was kept carefully under wraps until about 2011. The civilian Youkai had just learned to adapt, to blend their differences in with their human counterparts and walk amongst them with ease.
About a decade after the turn of the century, they could not be hidden any longer. To mollify the outraged shock of the public, the government pretended nonchalance as they formed specialized communities for the Youkai, giving new meaning to the "wrong side of the tracks." Once upon a time these communities had been well-tended, perfectly acceptable suburban ideals of living. After a time, however, the humans running the mini- governments of these areas gradually stopped caring as their minds fled to the forgiveness of alcohol and mindless pleasure. The Youkai Districts became the modern "ghetto," their brick buildings covered in graffiti while gangster-wannabes hounded the corners of the local quickie-marts.
The police had all but ceased to exist; the few humans that attempted to patrol were harassed, beaten, and taunted ceaselessly. As a result, the Youkai grew in number, and the unruly teens grew into unhappy adults, and the Revolution began.
They had waited quietly for a long time before they erupted. Youkai far and wide conversed with each other in secret, waiting for a time of human vulnerability. They weren't kept waiting for long.
Pollution has long since raged across the countryside, and was no new news to the average Joe. Granted, there were a few outbursts over the ugly mottled gray the sky had become, as well as the increasing amounts of acid rain in city-areas, but all in all nobody was that concerned over the matter.
They did not know the pollution would be their undoing.
Trees already were sparse; books were stored on computers, disks. Paper? Shipped to the Venus colonies, where the abnormally rich went to live when they found Earth's inconveniences intolerable. Wooden furniture? Practically extinct. Finally, a short burst of extremely toxic acid rain ruined the last few crops of trees on the planet, in Tibet. As time marched forward, people began to look to the skies in fear as the acid rain increased in toxicity and amount. Eventually, it reached a point where any simple precipitation that fell from the sky burned anything short of metal and stone. The ends of the Earth became inhospitable, for although snow existed still, there, it could not be touched. As a result, the bulk of humanity moved towards the Equator.
It was a far cry from the meager beginnings of the Youkai when by fluke it was discovered that the acid rain had no effect on their tough skin. Youkai Districts lifted their heads in unison to the skies and howled a song of fury, pain, and revenge, a need to return to themselves the glory they once felt hundreds of years before.
And so the horror began.
=======================================
The war had been long and arduous, the battles short and brutal. The Youkai felt the tug of the instincts they thought lost as they entered into combat, dodging almost effortlessly the human attacks. The humans retaliated through biological weapons of an insane caliber, wiping out masses of Youkai in one blow.
In spite of their best efforts, however, the Youkai prevailed, driven by animal instinct and fiery wrath.
======================================
The screams, the pain, the glee-riddled howls haunt me to this day. I had been but a child when the war started, but my innocence and naivete had not saved me from the drafts. Every human, no exceptions, was expected to march bravely into battle, most likely to serve as barriers for the more experienced warriors that hid behind with artillery.
Luckily or unluckily for me, when the time came to assign me, I was saved just barely from the certain death of straightforward combat. My place in the war was that of a spy, a child one. I had a simple job, really, not one that involved much spy-work at all. I was in charge of carrying messages, often coded, as well as a few jobs of information-collecting. My naturally thin frame allowed me to get into tight spaces; my ruthless training ensured I could get wherever I needed to be. As I grew older, I became less of a messenger and more of an actual spy.
Now, I am a high-ranking member of the human Rebel army.
The War is done, but the endless conflict between the humans and Youkai has only just begun. A new army is forming underground, one of humans, of which I belong. Humans in general have been either killed like cattle or demeaned to slavery. Most of the few free humans were in constant hiding as leaders of the army. The others were favored among the Youkai and walked freely among them, for reasons known but not discussed. The main reason for these privileges was that these humans betrayed their own race at the beginning of the War. As the humans slowly gathered a rebellion, however, we learned that these select few intelligently switched their allegiance over to us. We are disgusted, but it would be foolish of us to resist their assistance.
I am still a spy, and I am quite good at my work, among the best. I can form myself into any identity, can glean information from any target. I am the most sought-after undercover agent in the entire Rebel army. I am the sole person able to fit into a tightly-knit Youkai society and not draw suspicion to myself. I alone can freeze my heart against those that would dare care for me, and I alone hold the best hand in the army, for it is I that chooses which side knows what.
My many nicknames range from the Black Fox to the Blue-eyed Phantom.
But I am commonly called Kagome.
Swear to the swears, I will continue this fic. I will, I will, I will. I suppose I don't seem so bad, since I'm using a new name now, but I have so many unfinished fics and I WON'T DO THAT ANYMORE! Arrugh! Happy Reading!
Summary: The Youkai and humans are constantly at odds with each other, and the devastation of the last war leaves the humans as little more but slaves to the stronger species. Kagome is a top-notch spy to the human Rebel army, and her latest mission could prove her deadliest. (Sess/Kag) Rated R for language, gore, and most likely lemon-ish tendencies.
Falls On Me
Prologue: Fall of Lights
The echoes never ceased to taunt me; they reverberated about inside my ribcage, like a hunger that wouldn't stop gnawing. They had plagued me since that day, at the eclipse of the War.
The echoes of pain long since past.
==============================================
The Youkai had always been present, but their activity in the government was kept carefully under wraps until about 2011. The civilian Youkai had just learned to adapt, to blend their differences in with their human counterparts and walk amongst them with ease.
About a decade after the turn of the century, they could not be hidden any longer. To mollify the outraged shock of the public, the government pretended nonchalance as they formed specialized communities for the Youkai, giving new meaning to the "wrong side of the tracks." Once upon a time these communities had been well-tended, perfectly acceptable suburban ideals of living. After a time, however, the humans running the mini- governments of these areas gradually stopped caring as their minds fled to the forgiveness of alcohol and mindless pleasure. The Youkai Districts became the modern "ghetto," their brick buildings covered in graffiti while gangster-wannabes hounded the corners of the local quickie-marts.
The police had all but ceased to exist; the few humans that attempted to patrol were harassed, beaten, and taunted ceaselessly. As a result, the Youkai grew in number, and the unruly teens grew into unhappy adults, and the Revolution began.
They had waited quietly for a long time before they erupted. Youkai far and wide conversed with each other in secret, waiting for a time of human vulnerability. They weren't kept waiting for long.
Pollution has long since raged across the countryside, and was no new news to the average Joe. Granted, there were a few outbursts over the ugly mottled gray the sky had become, as well as the increasing amounts of acid rain in city-areas, but all in all nobody was that concerned over the matter.
They did not know the pollution would be their undoing.
Trees already were sparse; books were stored on computers, disks. Paper? Shipped to the Venus colonies, where the abnormally rich went to live when they found Earth's inconveniences intolerable. Wooden furniture? Practically extinct. Finally, a short burst of extremely toxic acid rain ruined the last few crops of trees on the planet, in Tibet. As time marched forward, people began to look to the skies in fear as the acid rain increased in toxicity and amount. Eventually, it reached a point where any simple precipitation that fell from the sky burned anything short of metal and stone. The ends of the Earth became inhospitable, for although snow existed still, there, it could not be touched. As a result, the bulk of humanity moved towards the Equator.
It was a far cry from the meager beginnings of the Youkai when by fluke it was discovered that the acid rain had no effect on their tough skin. Youkai Districts lifted their heads in unison to the skies and howled a song of fury, pain, and revenge, a need to return to themselves the glory they once felt hundreds of years before.
And so the horror began.
=======================================
The war had been long and arduous, the battles short and brutal. The Youkai felt the tug of the instincts they thought lost as they entered into combat, dodging almost effortlessly the human attacks. The humans retaliated through biological weapons of an insane caliber, wiping out masses of Youkai in one blow.
In spite of their best efforts, however, the Youkai prevailed, driven by animal instinct and fiery wrath.
======================================
The screams, the pain, the glee-riddled howls haunt me to this day. I had been but a child when the war started, but my innocence and naivete had not saved me from the drafts. Every human, no exceptions, was expected to march bravely into battle, most likely to serve as barriers for the more experienced warriors that hid behind with artillery.
Luckily or unluckily for me, when the time came to assign me, I was saved just barely from the certain death of straightforward combat. My place in the war was that of a spy, a child one. I had a simple job, really, not one that involved much spy-work at all. I was in charge of carrying messages, often coded, as well as a few jobs of information-collecting. My naturally thin frame allowed me to get into tight spaces; my ruthless training ensured I could get wherever I needed to be. As I grew older, I became less of a messenger and more of an actual spy.
Now, I am a high-ranking member of the human Rebel army.
The War is done, but the endless conflict between the humans and Youkai has only just begun. A new army is forming underground, one of humans, of which I belong. Humans in general have been either killed like cattle or demeaned to slavery. Most of the few free humans were in constant hiding as leaders of the army. The others were favored among the Youkai and walked freely among them, for reasons known but not discussed. The main reason for these privileges was that these humans betrayed their own race at the beginning of the War. As the humans slowly gathered a rebellion, however, we learned that these select few intelligently switched their allegiance over to us. We are disgusted, but it would be foolish of us to resist their assistance.
I am still a spy, and I am quite good at my work, among the best. I can form myself into any identity, can glean information from any target. I am the most sought-after undercover agent in the entire Rebel army. I am the sole person able to fit into a tightly-knit Youkai society and not draw suspicion to myself. I alone can freeze my heart against those that would dare care for me, and I alone hold the best hand in the army, for it is I that chooses which side knows what.
My many nicknames range from the Black Fox to the Blue-eyed Phantom.
But I am commonly called Kagome.
Swear to the swears, I will continue this fic. I will, I will, I will. I suppose I don't seem so bad, since I'm using a new name now, but I have so many unfinished fics and I WON'T DO THAT ANYMORE! Arrugh! Happy Reading!