April 23-25, 2004
Nube
by Goddess of Anime
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha... yet. *holds up a prayer bead neclace and grins evilly* Here doggie, doggie, doggie! Come here....
Naraku's in this chapter. And my own character. You'll see for yourself. It's a little cruel on her part. And I made up a new shade ot replace Juromaru and Kageromaru!
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Scroll 6: A Nameless Allie and a New Shade
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"Damn it," Naraku hissed, smashing the violet tinted glass. He peered over his shoulder, eyes narrowed. An unfamiliar form hid in the shadows, head bowed. "And who are you?" he asked calmly, ice lacing within his tone.
A tinkling laugh reached his hearing. She shook her head back a little ways, hair falling away from her alabaster complexion. "That is not of importance. What is important is why I'm here." She had an insane glint in her ice blue eyes.
The eyes pierced his very soul. "And why are you here?" he asked her, taking in the state of her clothing and hair. Her white haori and hakama were free of dirt and her copper hair had a natural wave to it, free of tangles and flyways.
Bravely, smugly, she whispered, "To help you. To support you in the time you are weak. I only ask for one thing in return...." Naraku gazed at her curiously, silently prodding her. She sighed and grinned in her maniac way. "I only want you."
"So what would I get in return?" he said, interested. She shrugged, like as if the answer was as obvious as her being there.
"Whatever you need of me. If it is I, myself, that you need, I will be to your aid. Any questions, I shall answer. If you want the inu youkai brothers' heads severed and placed on display, then it shall be." Her eyes locked on his, forcefully pushing against the hindrances wrapped tightly around his mind and psyche.
I wonder, is she truly all she seems or something much more, he mused. A slight smile, knowing and none the friendly, hovered on his lips. "How do I know that you will not bolt?" The young girl threw an object at his feet. Naraku picked it up.
It was an amazing filigree. A small butterfly with the most intricate patterns that it could've been passed off as a living thing. "That binds me to you," she explained. "If I am to step out of line it shall, oftentimes, do bodily harm. Sometimes psychological."
Naraku clenched the tiny piece of metal gently, not wishing to crush it. "You are not a human, are you?" he queried. She looked mildly surprised, and then slowly shook her head. He smirked. "So you are just half a demon."
Alight went those eyes. "I am more than a half. I am partially demon, that be the truth. But I am partially elfin as well. My blood is stronger than any miko or demon. Just like you are stronger than most demons. You are a halfling too, are you not, Onigumo?"
Naraku shot her a sharp look. "How do you know so much of me?" When she didn't answer him he beckoned her to him. Fluidly she stepped out the shadows, revealing herself.
She was a classic beauty; small full lips, pale skin, high cheekbones and wide eyes. She looked to be well cared for. Naraku chuckled mirthlessly. "I agree to your terms. I hope that you have not forgotten them." Her form stiffened. His eyes locked on hers. With a mental shove he forced her left arm behind her back. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth as he gave a mental blow to her stomach. Deep gashes covered her arms and legs, blood spilling out of them and forming a dark pool around her. She let out a quiet moan as her legs buckled and she crumpled to the floor, the smell of blood and flesh suffocating.
A shudder ran down Kagura's neck. The poor girl that was conversing with Naraku was beaten and dying in her own little pool of blood. The stupid girl, she thought. She should've known better. "Kagura?" Naraku called. Kagura stood up, gripping her fan tightly. "Yes, m'lord?" she asked tersely.
He motioned vaguely to the bleeding person on the floor. "Would you dispose of her?" he asked. Kagura nodded, "Yes, m'lord."
Kagura focused her energy on manipulating the dead female. It was a no go. Kagura frowned, then noticed one important detail. She wasn't dead. With an inward sigh she carefully picked her up, summoning Naraku's latest shade.
"Kiri, would you bring this young woman to the base of the west mountains?" she asked as sweetly as she could manage. The mute girl nodded, closing her soulless eyes. The other girl was turned into mist, but not before the glassy eyes could lock onto Kagura's and clamp down on her mind. Kiri turned herself into mist, carrying the weight of a half-dead girl.
I am a cursed one, Kagura sulked as she watched Kiri. A shade with a soul....
Kiri looked down at the blood-covered girl. She looked pretty, but a little disturbing with all the crimson-brown paint slathered on her. Kiri shook her head. What is happening to me? she questioned, gripping her head. Am I going to be just like Kagura and be contaminated with a soul? She couldn't feel any emotion but she saw how frightened Kagura got whenever she asked her about a person's soul. Like as if she was caught doing something unforgivable or something scandalous.
No matter, she thought. I only serve Naraku-sama and Miss Kagura. With a spin she evaporated into mist, floating back to her quarters. But something clawed her mind, trying to force it open. Harshly she shoved the force away. It wouldn't back down. Instead it attacked again, slithering past the barriers and into the simple mind, prodding about for what seemed like information. Concentrating on the doors in her mind she put blockades and locks on all of them.
Eventually it retreated, leaving tendrils of anger and disappointment. Kiri opened her eyes and found herself back in her room. She settled down on the floor, sitting sidesaddle. Before digging around in her pocket she surveyed the room and listened for sound. All was silent, for now. Hesitantly she pulled out a gold-rimmed mirror. As Naraku told her she was made partially from the remains of a dead girl. Kiri had found this in her clothes and decided against informing Naraku that she had it in her possession.
Looking at her reflection she saw that her hair was brown with a green sheen to it, eyes a soulless bright celery green and flawless alabaster skin. It was... different. Everyone else had coppery, raven, or silver hair. Maybe I'm just different, she thought. For a brief moment she could have sworn that there was dull glow of a soul in her eyes. For a moment.
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How was that? I really liked how this turned out and how the character did. I love her. Truly, I do. It was just nessicery (sp?). I hope you liked as much as I do. And I'm sorry that this chapter was little short. If I had continued any further it would have spoiled the next chapter and no one wants that. As for Kiri, I made her myself. I'm very proud of her. She is discovering herself and is very pretty. And just to tell you I wasn't influenced by any sugar whatsoever (my younger brother ate the last of the candy so I'm just eating raisens for the time being) so this will probably be the best chapter for awhile. What? I think it's the best thus far. Please drop off a review!
nube = hell
hakama = the type of pants that Kikyo wears
kiri = mist
-sama = lord (example: Miroku-sama = Lord Miroku)