Quarter-Demon
Chapter One: The Past of the Past
"speaking" ***POV switch/Passing of Time
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha! Don't sue! I'm broke!
Note to all readers: If you don't like my OC: Kurohi, then don't read this. He plays a big part.
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"Mom? What's goin' on?!"
"There isn't much time! Go to the well!"
"Bone-Eater's?"
"Yes! Yes! Now GO!"
"But what about-"
"Just..." Her pretty eyes were full of tears. She pushed me into the well, shouting loudly, "GO!!"
The demons and humans were at war on my side. Shikon jewel shards that Inuyasha and Kagome never managed to collect were being used as power sources. The demons came, and fought against us.
Actually, there isn't an "us" because I'm not really a part of it. I'm neither human, nor demon.
I didn't know what I was, even when the facts were presented to my eyes and ears.
Anyway, when I jumped back through, everything was dead. Bones, flesh, still warm with blood, crunched under my lime-green shoes. I observed the scene with hidden horror, but that showed itself quickly as I spotted the bloodied and mangled forms of my parents some feet away from me. Dashing over quickly, I was by their sides in a second or two.
"Mom... Dad...?" I never called my father "dad". I always used his first name...
Inuyasha.
"Ah... it's... you... Why'd... you come... back?" he choked.
I couldn't answer, but my face contorted into a look of uncertainty. "I had to... I suppose. I wanted to help you fight... Mom pushed me into the well..."
"Yeah... I... told her to... Look, y'gotta go back... Back where.. me and Kagome were... searching for.. the... jew...el... sha......"
He fell silent. His eyes were closed now. Mother was already dead by the time I got there. Forcing myself to look away, I went back to the well. I concentrated on their past before this.
Before Kagome could no longer see the shards.
I would help them find every last part, so they wouldn't have to die.
Yes, I would do this for them, not me. In doing so, I don't care that my birth could be canceled.
And sometimes, I wondered what death would be like.
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"Kagome! D'ya NEED to go back home NOW?!"
"Why not?! I need to restock, anyway!"
"You got plenty left!" insisted the white-haired half demon.
"I do NOT!" yelled back the black-haired girl.
"Do too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"*SIT!!*"
"Augh--!!" The white-haired half-demon was on the ground. The force created a small crater.
"I'll be RIGHT BACK!" With that, she prepared to depart, when standing atop it stood a boy. He looked about sixteen, with moderate stature. His deep blue eyes stared at her with unfathomable emotion, close to the brink sadness, before it was wiped away with a blink. Those eyes seemed almost permanently etched in an expression of anger.
Just like Inuyasha's.
Said half-demon picked himself up off the soil. "He smells really weird. Back off, Kagome."
She eyed his black doggy ears, which twitched at Inuyasha's words. She couldn't help but yank the boy down on the ground and feel them.
"Wow! These things are real! But didn't you just come out of the well?"
The boy blushed heavily, then fixed his expression and uttered, "What of it?"
"Are you from modern Japan, 1997?"
"Ah, you're close, but not qui-aaah!!"
The half demon had grasped a striped orange and black thing poking out of the boy's pants. He tugged it, which made the boy groan. He snatched his tail away, and forgetting that he was supposed to act as if he didn't know them... "Inuyasha! Leave my tail alone!!" He paused at this and looked away.
"How do you know me?!"
The boy chuckled nervously, but was interrupted by several others.
"See, Sango! I told you we'd find them here!"
"I guess. Hey, who's that? He sure looks like a hottie!"
Mentioned boy eyed the giant boomerang-wielding woman. 'Great! It's aunt Sango, uncle Miroku, and cousin Shippo! Not to mention Kirara...'
The last-thought creature came up and sniffed the boy's robes. He smelled of death, along with the slight perfumed scent of Kagome and battle- ready Inuyasha. In confusion of her findings, the small animal backed up very slowly, and dashed back to her master, yipping softly.
"It seems Kirara's confused," explained the fox demon. The yellow tiger creature yipped again. "What? He smells like Inuyasha and Kagome? Just who are you anyway?"
He had sat himself down on the ground. "My name is Kurohi."
"A demon, huh?"
"Not a full one. Then again, I don't want to become a full demon, nor a full human."
"Inuyasha!! He has a shard in his left shoulder!"
Kurohi blinked and dodged to one side as the Tetsusaiga came into contact with the ground near him. He panicked. "AAAH! Don't KILL me, damn it! If you want the shard so badly..." Jumping backward to a tree, perching on a branch, a safe distance from his younger version of a father, he eyed his clawed right hand. He yanked off his red long-sleeved shirt, letting it flutter to the ground, and raked his claws deep into his own flesh. He bit back a scream of pain as he fished around in the deep wound for the shard.
He pulled it out, and fell off the branch, landing on his self- wounded shoulder.
He howled, still gripping the shard in one clenched right fist. He held it out to his would-be mother, and passed out.
***
"So, ye say he had a shard in his shoulder, and willingly pulled it out?"
"For the thousandth time, yes, Kaede!" uttered the girls.
Inuyasha leaned heavily against the wall, fairly close to the weird part-demon child. He eyed him thoughtfully.
He had black dog ears, an orange and black tail, and he looked like a slim boy with a partially feminine build. His eyes had been an interesting shade of blue, and he had Inuyasha's own eye structure. He seemed to stir under his gaze and slowly opened his eyes. He gripped his shoulder, biting back a whimper.
"Kaede, he's up," uttered the hanyou.
"Oh..." she shuffled around to see him. "Good evening. How fare ye?"
He paused for a moment, gripping his bandaged shoulder protectively. "...Itai..."
"I imagine so, lad. Now, what business have ye here in Japan?"
Kurohi sat up, viewing everyone in the room. "You're looking... to complete the Shikon Jewel, correct?"
"Yeah. What of it?"
"I won't lie. I'm a quarter-demon from the year 2018, and humans are using the shards of the jewel that you failed to collect as a power source. It has created nothing but war soon after. Both sides lost, and the entire world is now beginning to fall into a depression. I am the only survivor in all of Japan in that time. I came here to enforce your search for the Shikon Jewel shards, as not only my own life, but also even Kagome's and your..." He stared at Inuyasha. "life depend on it as well."
"So, we're gonna die?!"
"Only if you fail to collect every single shard of the jewel. The one in my shoulder was there since my birth, but for some reason, I was the only one who could see it." He stood up. "I need some air..." he uttered, grabbing his shirt, and putting it on.
The air was crisp to his face outside of the hut. Clutching his left shoulder, Kurohi went up to a tree, staring apathetically up its length. It was wide, and especially tall. Using the claw of his uninjured arm, he touched the rough bark. A noise tickled the boy's ear, and he remained still. He remembered the "feel" of that sound.
"Come to talk to me, Inuyasha?"
"How'd you know it was me?" asked the younger version of his father.
"Your scent, and your sound."
He paused a moment. "But, yeah, I did need to talk to you. Just why would you give up a Four Souls Jewel shard by injuring yourself to remove it like that?"
Kurohi shook his head, his claws clenching with an audible "gra-kk". "I cannot say... I'm sorry."
"And why not?" he insisted irritably.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot say. Saying so would only complicate things."
"Then tell me, what did you mean when you said you were only quarter- demon?"
"Just that. I'm only a fourth demon, and three-fourths human. Not nearly as powerful as you, but close enough. I was raised by a human family, so I've gone a bit soft, but my father prided in me, so he trained me often, so I'm not quite as soft as I think I am." He smiled at the memory of his father training him - Inuyasha's Tetsusaiga versus his Ryuken. The Ryuken had been carved by Inuyasha himself from a smaller fang of his grandfather - Inuyasha's full demon father. "I think I will be pretty useful to you. After all, I, too, can see shards of the jewel."
"Only those of the Priestess Kikyo, which also means Kagome, can see the jewel shards!"
"Does it make sense now? I CAN see jewel shards. As such, I can see where Kagome is, and..." He looked around and cursed, sniffing the air.
The man that Inuyasha said he had killed was close by.
His name was Naraku.
"Naraku...!!" he hissed.
"Your senses really ARE acute! Everyone! Naraku's around here! Let's go!"
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Finished: 4:08 PM, May 3
Chapter One: The Past of the Past
"speaking" ***POV switch/Passing of Time
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha! Don't sue! I'm broke!
Note to all readers: If you don't like my OC: Kurohi, then don't read this. He plays a big part.
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"Mom? What's goin' on?!"
"There isn't much time! Go to the well!"
"Bone-Eater's?"
"Yes! Yes! Now GO!"
"But what about-"
"Just..." Her pretty eyes were full of tears. She pushed me into the well, shouting loudly, "GO!!"
The demons and humans were at war on my side. Shikon jewel shards that Inuyasha and Kagome never managed to collect were being used as power sources. The demons came, and fought against us.
Actually, there isn't an "us" because I'm not really a part of it. I'm neither human, nor demon.
I didn't know what I was, even when the facts were presented to my eyes and ears.
Anyway, when I jumped back through, everything was dead. Bones, flesh, still warm with blood, crunched under my lime-green shoes. I observed the scene with hidden horror, but that showed itself quickly as I spotted the bloodied and mangled forms of my parents some feet away from me. Dashing over quickly, I was by their sides in a second or two.
"Mom... Dad...?" I never called my father "dad". I always used his first name...
Inuyasha.
"Ah... it's... you... Why'd... you come... back?" he choked.
I couldn't answer, but my face contorted into a look of uncertainty. "I had to... I suppose. I wanted to help you fight... Mom pushed me into the well..."
"Yeah... I... told her to... Look, y'gotta go back... Back where.. me and Kagome were... searching for.. the... jew...el... sha......"
He fell silent. His eyes were closed now. Mother was already dead by the time I got there. Forcing myself to look away, I went back to the well. I concentrated on their past before this.
Before Kagome could no longer see the shards.
I would help them find every last part, so they wouldn't have to die.
Yes, I would do this for them, not me. In doing so, I don't care that my birth could be canceled.
And sometimes, I wondered what death would be like.
***
"Kagome! D'ya NEED to go back home NOW?!"
"Why not?! I need to restock, anyway!"
"You got plenty left!" insisted the white-haired half demon.
"I do NOT!" yelled back the black-haired girl.
"Do too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"*SIT!!*"
"Augh--!!" The white-haired half-demon was on the ground. The force created a small crater.
"I'll be RIGHT BACK!" With that, she prepared to depart, when standing atop it stood a boy. He looked about sixteen, with moderate stature. His deep blue eyes stared at her with unfathomable emotion, close to the brink sadness, before it was wiped away with a blink. Those eyes seemed almost permanently etched in an expression of anger.
Just like Inuyasha's.
Said half-demon picked himself up off the soil. "He smells really weird. Back off, Kagome."
She eyed his black doggy ears, which twitched at Inuyasha's words. She couldn't help but yank the boy down on the ground and feel them.
"Wow! These things are real! But didn't you just come out of the well?"
The boy blushed heavily, then fixed his expression and uttered, "What of it?"
"Are you from modern Japan, 1997?"
"Ah, you're close, but not qui-aaah!!"
The half demon had grasped a striped orange and black thing poking out of the boy's pants. He tugged it, which made the boy groan. He snatched his tail away, and forgetting that he was supposed to act as if he didn't know them... "Inuyasha! Leave my tail alone!!" He paused at this and looked away.
"How do you know me?!"
The boy chuckled nervously, but was interrupted by several others.
"See, Sango! I told you we'd find them here!"
"I guess. Hey, who's that? He sure looks like a hottie!"
Mentioned boy eyed the giant boomerang-wielding woman. 'Great! It's aunt Sango, uncle Miroku, and cousin Shippo! Not to mention Kirara...'
The last-thought creature came up and sniffed the boy's robes. He smelled of death, along with the slight perfumed scent of Kagome and battle- ready Inuyasha. In confusion of her findings, the small animal backed up very slowly, and dashed back to her master, yipping softly.
"It seems Kirara's confused," explained the fox demon. The yellow tiger creature yipped again. "What? He smells like Inuyasha and Kagome? Just who are you anyway?"
He had sat himself down on the ground. "My name is Kurohi."
"A demon, huh?"
"Not a full one. Then again, I don't want to become a full demon, nor a full human."
"Inuyasha!! He has a shard in his left shoulder!"
Kurohi blinked and dodged to one side as the Tetsusaiga came into contact with the ground near him. He panicked. "AAAH! Don't KILL me, damn it! If you want the shard so badly..." Jumping backward to a tree, perching on a branch, a safe distance from his younger version of a father, he eyed his clawed right hand. He yanked off his red long-sleeved shirt, letting it flutter to the ground, and raked his claws deep into his own flesh. He bit back a scream of pain as he fished around in the deep wound for the shard.
He pulled it out, and fell off the branch, landing on his self- wounded shoulder.
He howled, still gripping the shard in one clenched right fist. He held it out to his would-be mother, and passed out.
***
"So, ye say he had a shard in his shoulder, and willingly pulled it out?"
"For the thousandth time, yes, Kaede!" uttered the girls.
Inuyasha leaned heavily against the wall, fairly close to the weird part-demon child. He eyed him thoughtfully.
He had black dog ears, an orange and black tail, and he looked like a slim boy with a partially feminine build. His eyes had been an interesting shade of blue, and he had Inuyasha's own eye structure. He seemed to stir under his gaze and slowly opened his eyes. He gripped his shoulder, biting back a whimper.
"Kaede, he's up," uttered the hanyou.
"Oh..." she shuffled around to see him. "Good evening. How fare ye?"
He paused for a moment, gripping his bandaged shoulder protectively. "...Itai..."
"I imagine so, lad. Now, what business have ye here in Japan?"
Kurohi sat up, viewing everyone in the room. "You're looking... to complete the Shikon Jewel, correct?"
"Yeah. What of it?"
"I won't lie. I'm a quarter-demon from the year 2018, and humans are using the shards of the jewel that you failed to collect as a power source. It has created nothing but war soon after. Both sides lost, and the entire world is now beginning to fall into a depression. I am the only survivor in all of Japan in that time. I came here to enforce your search for the Shikon Jewel shards, as not only my own life, but also even Kagome's and your..." He stared at Inuyasha. "life depend on it as well."
"So, we're gonna die?!"
"Only if you fail to collect every single shard of the jewel. The one in my shoulder was there since my birth, but for some reason, I was the only one who could see it." He stood up. "I need some air..." he uttered, grabbing his shirt, and putting it on.
The air was crisp to his face outside of the hut. Clutching his left shoulder, Kurohi went up to a tree, staring apathetically up its length. It was wide, and especially tall. Using the claw of his uninjured arm, he touched the rough bark. A noise tickled the boy's ear, and he remained still. He remembered the "feel" of that sound.
"Come to talk to me, Inuyasha?"
"How'd you know it was me?" asked the younger version of his father.
"Your scent, and your sound."
He paused a moment. "But, yeah, I did need to talk to you. Just why would you give up a Four Souls Jewel shard by injuring yourself to remove it like that?"
Kurohi shook his head, his claws clenching with an audible "gra-kk". "I cannot say... I'm sorry."
"And why not?" he insisted irritably.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot say. Saying so would only complicate things."
"Then tell me, what did you mean when you said you were only quarter- demon?"
"Just that. I'm only a fourth demon, and three-fourths human. Not nearly as powerful as you, but close enough. I was raised by a human family, so I've gone a bit soft, but my father prided in me, so he trained me often, so I'm not quite as soft as I think I am." He smiled at the memory of his father training him - Inuyasha's Tetsusaiga versus his Ryuken. The Ryuken had been carved by Inuyasha himself from a smaller fang of his grandfather - Inuyasha's full demon father. "I think I will be pretty useful to you. After all, I, too, can see shards of the jewel."
"Only those of the Priestess Kikyo, which also means Kagome, can see the jewel shards!"
"Does it make sense now? I CAN see jewel shards. As such, I can see where Kagome is, and..." He looked around and cursed, sniffing the air.
The man that Inuyasha said he had killed was close by.
His name was Naraku.
"Naraku...!!" he hissed.
"Your senses really ARE acute! Everyone! Naraku's around here! Let's go!"
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Finished: 4:08 PM, May 3