CHAPTER 9: HIS OFFER
Dark clouds swirled around the sky, blocking any sunlight that dared showed its colorful beams. The air was hazy and hard to see, the barrier the strongest there is. For miles around animals small and large cowered in fear from, the evil aura that powered it of the most evil of souls. And behind these hazy mists sat a castle, its wooden structure supported by stone foundation and strong earth that was now littered with old bodies. They had been piled and left to rot, no one considering to burn them or bury them. They were left out like a sick cattle herd that had gone bad. Inside the now hollow halls of the manor, walked lone figures that were each separate. There was a child made of nothing no feelings that existed could ever enter her bones. A cocky rebellious wind witch, captive because her creature held the one thing that could set her free in the palm of his hand. And lastly, the supposed 'father' of these beings, the one who created the ominous barrier form his body, miasma leaking from his very pores. Right now, that nothing child stood in front of him, holding a mirror for his observation. His face was concentrated, considering.
The Blind Miko. She had made quite a reputation in such short time of hearing about her. Villages leagues around had heard of her, some hoping that a demon would attack their home so they could glimpse upon the legendary woman. She was said to be beautiful, faster than any demon there was, and quick to end a battle. But there were two things that had gotten his interest in her. One, she was collecting jewel shards for no obvious purpose. And two, she was against Inuyasha, clearing and defiantly denying him the shards that he wanted badly. And she always bested him.
Naraku let a little smile take his lips, a pang of joy that Inuyasha was suffering in frustration because of one human wench. Of course, that seemed to be a pattern with him now a days. First Kikyou, his first love, tries to kill him and pinning him to a sacred tree fifty years ago. Then, she died, and fifty years later, was replaced by another human wench with strong miko powers and the shikon jewel embedded in her body. But from he has seen, the wench Kagome is gone, has been for some months now. And was yet again replaced by her former self, though made of clay and bones. Ah yes, watching the daily sufferings of the hanyou was quite entertaining and sometimes got him scheming. Right now, he watched that same miko rumor had spread so quickly about, making her way through a forest of dense brush. Her face was unruffled by her situation, body relaxed yet tense for attack. Her eyes were covered so he saw no emotion light them. And from her neck there came the glow of the shards. He has been watching her observing her for some time. He even got to view the few encounters she had with Inuyasha, always ending with her fleeing but irritating the hanyou to no end. And he had to admit, he liked her style. She was quite fast, even he had trouble keeping with her movements, and the way she played with Inuyasha had given him great pleasure.
Suffice to say, he had grown a little infatuated with her. She was powerful, never letting the enemy get the better hand. If after she saved a village, she often remained for a day or two to care for any injured people. And yet she remained passively aggressive, never showing too much emotion or weakness. And she could be of great help to him. He would even let her live once she had helped him retrieve the shards, maybe even consider her an ally.
Naraku stared intently at the mirror, eyes boring into the image of the miko. Yes, he might just be able to use her. He dismissed Kanna, his mind already ordering the puppet to take his image and travel top the miko for a little talk.
She knew they were there, she had known for some weeks. They were always there, following her, watching her. And she always knew who was watching her. The Saimyoushou followed her wherever she went, form dawn till dusk and she was growing quite tired of it. She hated being watched over, and it was now that she knew Naraku seemed to have grown an interest in her. No, not her she reminded herself. But the Blind Miko, the warrior she had grown into. How the name for her came to be, she didn't know, she never gave a name, but now that's what she was known by. She didn't mind really, as long no one knew the real her.
Kagome continued on her way seemingly unfazed by the little orange lights of the Saimyoushou auras following her. She welcomed actually, she wanted Naraku to know what she was doing. She was getting shards, and she was stuffing it in his face. And at this rate, he would no doubt come to her soon. She wanted him to; she had a massage to get across. And right on time, a dark yet empty looming presence came into sight to her right. She stopped and stared at it, blind eyes boring into what she knew was one of his puppets, yet was still connected to him.
The mask of his baboon pelt faced her, his all-seeing eyes twinkling with malice. On his cold lips was a disturbingly welcome smile. She didn't even know he could do that. She faced away from him, all the time aware of him, and continued on her way. He frowned slightly, and followed her. He came up beside, seemingly floating by her.
"You are the Blind Miko are you not?"
"What is it you?" she said flatly.
"I come with a proposition."
She stopped and faced him away, giving him what she called her interested face. A small victory rang in Naraku, proud he had finally gotten her attention.
"Speak now demon, I will only tolerate your presence for so long."
He bowed his head respectfully but mockingly, and continued. "I have been observing you for some time and I find your skill very impressive."
"Yes, so I've noticed. Get to the point, my time is precious," Kagome replied coolly. She knew what was coming.
"Very well, if you feel the need to be blunt. I am the demon Naraku, and I too seek the shikon no tama. I have come here with the proposition that with your agreement, that we could together in the same goal. And from what I have learned, you do not wish to use the jewel but destroy it, and with that I can help you. Join me miko, and together we can make the shikon whole again."
He waited as she stared with her blind eyes at him. She felt like laughing in his face for even saying those things. She had known full well he had been watching her, learning of her, and knew that this would come as well. But she knew too much for him to hid, for him to even lie to her about. But she paused thoughtfully to make her actions convincing. Naraku probably thought he had won like so many times before where he corrupted the simple minded. But she already knew what she was to do.
In a flash of silver in the moonlight, the puppet's head fell to the ground with a thump. Kagome turned her back in it and answered to the Saimyoushou instead.
"How can I trust a being whose aura is full of lies? Thank you but sorry, Naraku, I believe I can do this on my own."
Back at the castle, Naraku frowned darkly at the cut in half wooden doll that was posted in a dish. But at the same time he was troubled, actually troubled. He stood, reconsidering, and watched as the front of his kimono fell limply, hanging by the belt of his waist, cut in half. But the thing was, even all the way she was, she had warned him with a slice of her sword. This was no ordinary miko.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::yes, its bit short, but it more of a filler, so I can please you people for a short time. till next chapter!!!!! Chapter 10: teaming up at a time
SO's:
Rae: don't worry! Just be patient, I promise you she will, maybe in the next chapter if I feel so inclined ot do so. I think I need a little bribe...
Bubblebean022: here you go , it not long but it will have to do for now, we're just finishing finals in school and I have my hardest subjects coming up.
Jammies2000: ::scratches head:: yeah I cant spell sometimes, but not to worry! I'm trying!! And no he didn't recognize the bottle, he's no fucking miserable to notice. It only caught his attention cause it looked familiar.
Goddess of desires: you must have read my mind!!! Cause right after I wrote that chapter, I read you review! It was so weird! And don't worry my friends, his time will come, he's not getting off that easy!
Eternal Serena: actually no, I have a bigger part for her. You see, I hate her , but I pity her. So in this fic, she will be hated but in the end will be seen as noble. You'll see.
Essis: thank you!!!!!
Gothic inuyasha: hey, it was cool talking to you, your pretty neato! I hope I don't come across as a freak or crazy person, cause in all actuality, I am. and yes, it will be sango!
Cubanblood: yes, I know, im trying, I really am! Thanks anyways!
Inuyasha-Freak15: my, never got that reaction before. thanks for reading! Come back every time okay?
Dark clouds swirled around the sky, blocking any sunlight that dared showed its colorful beams. The air was hazy and hard to see, the barrier the strongest there is. For miles around animals small and large cowered in fear from, the evil aura that powered it of the most evil of souls. And behind these hazy mists sat a castle, its wooden structure supported by stone foundation and strong earth that was now littered with old bodies. They had been piled and left to rot, no one considering to burn them or bury them. They were left out like a sick cattle herd that had gone bad. Inside the now hollow halls of the manor, walked lone figures that were each separate. There was a child made of nothing no feelings that existed could ever enter her bones. A cocky rebellious wind witch, captive because her creature held the one thing that could set her free in the palm of his hand. And lastly, the supposed 'father' of these beings, the one who created the ominous barrier form his body, miasma leaking from his very pores. Right now, that nothing child stood in front of him, holding a mirror for his observation. His face was concentrated, considering.
The Blind Miko. She had made quite a reputation in such short time of hearing about her. Villages leagues around had heard of her, some hoping that a demon would attack their home so they could glimpse upon the legendary woman. She was said to be beautiful, faster than any demon there was, and quick to end a battle. But there were two things that had gotten his interest in her. One, she was collecting jewel shards for no obvious purpose. And two, she was against Inuyasha, clearing and defiantly denying him the shards that he wanted badly. And she always bested him.
Naraku let a little smile take his lips, a pang of joy that Inuyasha was suffering in frustration because of one human wench. Of course, that seemed to be a pattern with him now a days. First Kikyou, his first love, tries to kill him and pinning him to a sacred tree fifty years ago. Then, she died, and fifty years later, was replaced by another human wench with strong miko powers and the shikon jewel embedded in her body. But from he has seen, the wench Kagome is gone, has been for some months now. And was yet again replaced by her former self, though made of clay and bones. Ah yes, watching the daily sufferings of the hanyou was quite entertaining and sometimes got him scheming. Right now, he watched that same miko rumor had spread so quickly about, making her way through a forest of dense brush. Her face was unruffled by her situation, body relaxed yet tense for attack. Her eyes were covered so he saw no emotion light them. And from her neck there came the glow of the shards. He has been watching her observing her for some time. He even got to view the few encounters she had with Inuyasha, always ending with her fleeing but irritating the hanyou to no end. And he had to admit, he liked her style. She was quite fast, even he had trouble keeping with her movements, and the way she played with Inuyasha had given him great pleasure.
Suffice to say, he had grown a little infatuated with her. She was powerful, never letting the enemy get the better hand. If after she saved a village, she often remained for a day or two to care for any injured people. And yet she remained passively aggressive, never showing too much emotion or weakness. And she could be of great help to him. He would even let her live once she had helped him retrieve the shards, maybe even consider her an ally.
Naraku stared intently at the mirror, eyes boring into the image of the miko. Yes, he might just be able to use her. He dismissed Kanna, his mind already ordering the puppet to take his image and travel top the miko for a little talk.
She knew they were there, she had known for some weeks. They were always there, following her, watching her. And she always knew who was watching her. The Saimyoushou followed her wherever she went, form dawn till dusk and she was growing quite tired of it. She hated being watched over, and it was now that she knew Naraku seemed to have grown an interest in her. No, not her she reminded herself. But the Blind Miko, the warrior she had grown into. How the name for her came to be, she didn't know, she never gave a name, but now that's what she was known by. She didn't mind really, as long no one knew the real her.
Kagome continued on her way seemingly unfazed by the little orange lights of the Saimyoushou auras following her. She welcomed actually, she wanted Naraku to know what she was doing. She was getting shards, and she was stuffing it in his face. And at this rate, he would no doubt come to her soon. She wanted him to; she had a massage to get across. And right on time, a dark yet empty looming presence came into sight to her right. She stopped and stared at it, blind eyes boring into what she knew was one of his puppets, yet was still connected to him.
The mask of his baboon pelt faced her, his all-seeing eyes twinkling with malice. On his cold lips was a disturbingly welcome smile. She didn't even know he could do that. She faced away from him, all the time aware of him, and continued on her way. He frowned slightly, and followed her. He came up beside, seemingly floating by her.
"You are the Blind Miko are you not?"
"What is it you?" she said flatly.
"I come with a proposition."
She stopped and faced him away, giving him what she called her interested face. A small victory rang in Naraku, proud he had finally gotten her attention.
"Speak now demon, I will only tolerate your presence for so long."
He bowed his head respectfully but mockingly, and continued. "I have been observing you for some time and I find your skill very impressive."
"Yes, so I've noticed. Get to the point, my time is precious," Kagome replied coolly. She knew what was coming.
"Very well, if you feel the need to be blunt. I am the demon Naraku, and I too seek the shikon no tama. I have come here with the proposition that with your agreement, that we could together in the same goal. And from what I have learned, you do not wish to use the jewel but destroy it, and with that I can help you. Join me miko, and together we can make the shikon whole again."
He waited as she stared with her blind eyes at him. She felt like laughing in his face for even saying those things. She had known full well he had been watching her, learning of her, and knew that this would come as well. But she knew too much for him to hid, for him to even lie to her about. But she paused thoughtfully to make her actions convincing. Naraku probably thought he had won like so many times before where he corrupted the simple minded. But she already knew what she was to do.
In a flash of silver in the moonlight, the puppet's head fell to the ground with a thump. Kagome turned her back in it and answered to the Saimyoushou instead.
"How can I trust a being whose aura is full of lies? Thank you but sorry, Naraku, I believe I can do this on my own."
Back at the castle, Naraku frowned darkly at the cut in half wooden doll that was posted in a dish. But at the same time he was troubled, actually troubled. He stood, reconsidering, and watched as the front of his kimono fell limply, hanging by the belt of his waist, cut in half. But the thing was, even all the way she was, she had warned him with a slice of her sword. This was no ordinary miko.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::yes, its bit short, but it more of a filler, so I can please you people for a short time. till next chapter!!!!! Chapter 10: teaming up at a time
SO's:
Rae: don't worry! Just be patient, I promise you she will, maybe in the next chapter if I feel so inclined ot do so. I think I need a little bribe...
Bubblebean022: here you go , it not long but it will have to do for now, we're just finishing finals in school and I have my hardest subjects coming up.
Jammies2000: ::scratches head:: yeah I cant spell sometimes, but not to worry! I'm trying!! And no he didn't recognize the bottle, he's no fucking miserable to notice. It only caught his attention cause it looked familiar.
Goddess of desires: you must have read my mind!!! Cause right after I wrote that chapter, I read you review! It was so weird! And don't worry my friends, his time will come, he's not getting off that easy!
Eternal Serena: actually no, I have a bigger part for her. You see, I hate her , but I pity her. So in this fic, she will be hated but in the end will be seen as noble. You'll see.
Essis: thank you!!!!!
Gothic inuyasha: hey, it was cool talking to you, your pretty neato! I hope I don't come across as a freak or crazy person, cause in all actuality, I am. and yes, it will be sango!
Cubanblood: yes, I know, im trying, I really am! Thanks anyways!
Inuyasha-Freak15: my, never got that reaction before. thanks for reading! Come back every time okay?