Hi, as you know this is my first InuYasha story so please be nice!
Warning this is rated R and should not be read by anyone under the age of 17. This story talks about real life situations that contains violence, sex, suicide, and other thing that one under age should not read. I have warned you, but it is your choice to ignore.
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The Possession
The Prologue
So small, insignificant, that even in the noontime daylight it could barely be seen. A particle of dust glides along from the Northern wind, oh how I wish I was that speck of fine earth. I would ride the breeze until I was beyond the life I had known. Passing faces on the streets, none would notice me; they would not glance at the ripe bruise under my eye nor the unhealthy sharpness of my blushing cheeks. I would not matter, but my existence would be simple, innocent… I had been untainted once, all though it seems so long ago now. I had been happy, cheerful even. I was young, full of unquestionable hope, and beautiful through and through.
When I was young, Kaede-sama, the village elder, would often gaze upon me with a deep pity that for most of my childhood I could not help wonder why she looked only at me differently. It wasn't until she laid on her death bed, did she call to me. "The beauty of your face… your heart, will one day case pain to even the merciless of souls." Never did what she said faze me, I did not understand her words and just disregarded her foreboding. Now it haunts me, because I am a possession, a slave to my master's soft touches. The means to his inner anguish, I'm a bad bitch. I torture him, and it kills me inside. Even now, as I sit here by the window watching him below, I'm dieing. He gazes at her wine eyes loathingly, one hand brushes a pale cheek, and oh how I wish I was a particle of dust.
I knew he didn't love her; he never gave her the little taps of affection he gave me. My master was only bond to her, because after all the fighting and Naraku death, she still had a fair amount of power, but he would never love Kagura. Never.
I slowly open the window ahead of me, climbing out into the ledge. I hiss in pain as the angry slashes on my back reopen, but I can stand it. It still early spring, the mighty Northern wind blows strong, making me shiver- although I guess the thin robe, the only thing that covers my body, could be the blame.
My Master loves me, but I am human, that is why I hurt him.
With a simple smile of my heart breaking, I take a step, no longer am I your possession.
…O…
Kagome sat up panting, glancing franticly about the room. Her window was open slightly letting in a midnight breeze as the moon beams danced across the cheery wood floor. The drapes shifted soundlessly, the golden purple moved like a ghost searching for a love one. A muffled clicking in the hall told her that Buyo was on his nightly prowl. And slowly, all this calmed her. She had had a dream, but the memory seem to drifted away just as she awoke.
Gently she laid back down, letting sleep take her once again. Her thought so unclear with slumber, she did not feel the small pain that came with the action. With eyes closed, a minuscule bruise under her eye.