This is my first Fanfic on this site, but I've done it before. I roleplay a lot too, so don't go around thinking I'll write this thing in Chat-Speak! This is the Prologue, just to give everyone a good idea of what to expect. I won't be giving it all away, however! I'll tell you, though, it will have something to do with the title. In proper English, it is called "To the free land and back". I hope that I translated it properly. Darn Dictionary wasn't that specific .
Anyways, here is the Prologue, hope you like it!
Defeated, at long last. The day Inuyasha and Kagome defeated the hanyou named Naraku was a day to remember. It was hard to believe the evil hanyou was gone at last. They had spent so much time fighting him, it was odd not to have to worry about him anymore. It was too good to be true, much too good.
And yet it wasn't true. When Kagome had unleashed that final arrow into Naraku's tainted body, she had never dreamed that it wasn't the real Naraku. Or that Kanna and Kagura hadn't died at the hands of Inuyasha's Backlash Wave.
In reality, they had just destroyed copies of them, identical to the real ones in every detail except the fact that they weren't the real ones!
The real ones, including Naraku, fled into Kanna's mirror, which hadn't been destroyed by Inuyasha. Naraku planned to wait until they were gone, and then return to destroy them all! Isn't that the most original plan ever?
But then Kagome, who had concluded that the only evil presence left was coming from Kanna's mirror, dashed his hopes as the heel of her foot descended down on the mirror. It glowed a faint red, and broke into two identical halves, blocking Naraku, Kanna, and Kagura from ever returning. Or so they thought.
The only thing that marked the Naraku was still alive was Miroku's Wind Tunnel. It didn't vanish completely, but it was clear that it would never drag him in eventually, no matter how many times he used it. Even better, he could use it whenever he wanted, making the hole in his right hand come and go over and over, to his will. The cloth and beads that had sealed his hand for years was no longer needed, and so he left the beads on the mountain.
Months passed. No one walked upon Mount Naraku, so it was called. Winter faded into spring, then slipped into a hot summer.
Still the shattered pieces of th mirror remained there, unchanged by time or age.
One day, in the middle of summer, a homeless salamander hanyou crept up to the top of the mountain, seeking shelter. He stumbled across the broken mirror, and decided that it could serve as a plate, if fixed. That was his fatal mistake.
Fitting the two pieces together gently, so that it wouldn't crack more, he slowly traced out the break with one long finger, carefully melting it enough so that it would stay together. Removing the hot finger, the hanyou held the mirror up and examined his handy-work.
The mirror glowed a deep red, startling the hanyou. He drooped it with a shriek, crawling backwards. Instead of hitting the ground and shattering once more, the evil mirror remained hanging in mid-air, suspended by an un-seen force A thick mist issued from the mirror face, reaching out to ensnare the hanyou. The poor half-demon scrambled to his feet and tried to run, only to find that he was frozen in place. In a desperate attempt to save his life, he inhaled, preparing to blow fire at the mystic threat hovering in front of him..
Foolish hanyou. As he sucked in air, the mist gladly put itself in the place of the inhaled breath, allowing it to be sucked inside the hanyou.
Coughing, the half-demon screamed, his hands going to his throat. He glowed a blood red, and was lifted a foot of the ground. Clawing at his neck, eyes rolling in his sockets, the spirit of the hanyou died as the mist took control of his body.
Black wings came out of his body. Eyes opened to reveal a dark red that men could only dream about. A deep chuckle emitted from his throat, as the red eyes looked at the mirror. Two other mists came out of it, and settled on each side of him. The one on his right was pure white, without color or shading. The left one was the same red as the hanyou's eyes.
"When was the last time I've had a body?" The hanyou asked, running a finger along one wing. A black feather fell into his hand, and he examined it carefully.
"For a year, Lord Naraku," replied the red mist. "Much too long. May I ask when will Kana and I receive a body?"
Naraku didn't reply right away. He looked up from the feather thoughtfully. Finally, he replied, "Patience, Kagura. I've got a special body in mind for you. Kanna will be able to pick any body she wishes, but I've got a special one for you."
He walked over to Kanna's mirror, which was still floating in mid'air. Holding it, he smiled at the picture of Kagome that had appeared.
"A very special one."