Lady Akitsu 'Ello all! waves Well, I've decided to do a history fic for my character in HirakotsuSlinger's fics. It might take a bit, but I am working on it, little by little. Also, I'm going to work on my other fic again. So, yeah. Have fun. Please review and tell me what you think so far, and ideas would be appreciated too, although I mostly know what I'm going to do. Arigatou!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha, or any of its characters. Only Rumiko Takahashi-sama has that privilege.
Kikyou was a great priestess, archer, and healer, who lived a tragic life that many did not know about until now. Her beloved, a half demon named Inu Yasha, wished to obtain the Shikon No Tama, or Jewel of Four Souls, so that he could finally be rid of his cursed human heritage and become a full blooded demon. Unfortunately, the sacred jewel that he so desperately and ardently desired was in the possession and protection of Kikyou. One fateful day, the priestess was attacked and killed by the demon Naraku in the guise of Inu Yasha. Naraku disappeared, not to be seen for years afterwards, or so it's thought. And so, the tragedy begins…
40 Years Ago…
"Mother, look at me!"
"No Mother, look at me!"
The young voices echoed throughout the empty courtyard along with the wooden clacking of kendo sticks and the shuffling from straw sandals.
"Yes, I see you, my dears. Pay attention to the task at hand," lazily answered a lovely woman of stately and yet unnatural beauty who was seated under the shade of a lone tree, her kimono, made of the finest silk of course, flowing gracefully along her reclined figure. She smiled as she watched her small girls train so diligently under the hot summer sun. Her ears, which were placed on the top of her head and curiously looked like those of a Siberian tiger, flicked slightly as the clatter grew louder. A short scream suddenly rang out, and silence quickly covered the area.
Startled, the woman quickly rose and raced towards her fallen child. As she neared, she sighed in relief as the young girl started to reach for her bamboo kendo stick and used it to help herself get back onto her feet.
"That wasn't fair, Aiko!" pouted the young girl, a small red bruise livid against her pale cheek. The girl known as Aiko smirked and gently poked her younger sister.
"Well then, you shoulda been paying more attention, like Mother said."
"You didn't hafta hit me in the face, though!"
"It's not my fault you didn't react in time!"
"Girls, that's quite enough."
The two children hung their heads and apologized simultaneously.
"Gomen nasai, Mother."
The woman smiled amusedly as she knelt down and embraced her children, holding them close to her. Glancing at the injured girl, she placed a delicate hand on the child's cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.
"Now then, are you quite alright, Ami?" The girl nodded.
"Of course, Mother. I'm tough like Daddy, remember?"
The woman flinched as a sad smiled played across her lips at the mention of her absent husband. The older child noticed the slight change of emotion and looked up at her mother with concern.
"Mother? Where is Daddy, and when's he coming back?"
A crystalline tear dropped from the woman's cheek, and she looked at her children with sadness and regret in her emerald-hued cat-like eyes. She slowly shook her head.
"I'm so sorry, my darlings. He died in battle a few months ago. He's never coming back."