Whisper to the Dead
By: Hitokiri Musei
Rated: T
Summary: A strange girl with even stranger powers has been found by the Inuyasha gang. When she joins them they undergo new challenges, and try to help the young girl understand what and who she is.
Warnings and Disclaimer: This fic has my OC, Kyla Himura. She is copyright to me, no one can use her without my permission. I don't however; own the Inuyasha gang, sadly. Enjoy.
This is former Kyla Minamoto here, just to let you know! Hope you enjoy this fic!
Chapter1
My name is Kyla Himura, and I am different. I don't know why I was given this gift of uniqueness, but it has taken away from my life.
I've never known what it is to be with others. All my life I've been shunned, cast out from any others in the village. They see me as a demon, even though I have no demon blood in me. I have heightened abilities, but I've always amounted that to something else. I have a mysterious ability that no one, not even my mother, can explain. I'll give it to you the quick way.
I can hear them. Who are they you ask? I'm still not sure myself. Their voices are the only thing I get out of them, no images or anything. They speak to me always. I can feel their presence. Even now they are near, whispering in hushed tones. They convey the feeling that you are being watched, you know that feeling you get in an empty room when your senses are on edge. I cannot yet identify any specific people, but they refuse to let me know who they are.
I can also perform magic. I can read a mind if I try hard enough, though the ability is becoming easier to do. I can also create light, though it's not very good since my magic is black. It can illuminate somewhat, and that's useful.
Now you think I'm crazy right? Well I'm not. I know that what I hear is real, that these strange people are really there. I don't know how I know, I just do. My village is afraid of me; they never seem to want to be around me. I am always alone, with only these voices to talk to. Things didn't really seem like they could get any worse, but how wrong I was.
I sighed, looking out on the village. I was resting in a tree, as I did often when I wanted to think. The villagers didn't know I was up there, and that was just as well. If they did I would most likely be found by someone and teased, as usual, for my differences. See, unlike most of the girls I was more like a guy. My hair was short, cropped close to my skull. I wore a tight fitting outfit similar to the ones that demon-slayers wore, all in black. My original hair color had been a dark blonde, but I had discovered a way to turn it black, and black I had turned it. With my powers, which I seem to have gotten from nowhere, I can do many things. Changing my hair had been one of the magics I had performed, darkening my nails another. My nails had always grown faster than usual, and I kept them long. They were my weapons, as village boys often liked to corner me and try to beat me. I tended to either scare them off with my 'claws,' or I would call for help. Not in the way that most would think however. My friends are not visible, and they can cause fear better than I can.
My only weapon besides my nails is my sword, which I had lovingly named Hitokiri. That only gives the villagers another reason to hate me. The sword is powerful, enhanced by my own magic. I've trained myself in the art of swordplay, and I can easily pound any enemy into the ground. Despite the fact that many in my village hate me I've been their protector since I learned to use Hitokiri, which is when I was 12. That was only last year, and my 13th birthday is fast approaching.
There is one thing that I've never been willing to tell anyone, and that's how I actually got Hitokiri. I, as I have said before, can hear voices. Only once have I been in any actual contact with them, and that was when I was 10. I met an old samurai named Musha, and he gave me the sword. It originally had no name, and it was thought to be a normal sword. I however, proved that to be false. In my hands, enhanced by my magic or not, Hitokiri becomes a killing machine. It becomes at least 2 times bigger, and a lot more potent. I have one attack that I have mastered, the Blood Fang. It was an attack that sent a wave of blood red energy at the enemy, sometimes black, depending on my mood and many people saw that as another abnormality.
I looked up at the sun, which was slowly sinking beneath the horizon. I heard a call from beneath me and looked down, shifting Hitokiri out of my line of sight. My brother Kensei stood beneath me. He had a sword as well, and its name was Chishio. He'd gotten this one from my father, given to him before he went to battle. We were both orphans, my father had died in a battle, my mom in childbirth with me. He was two years older than me, but he had no powers as far as I knew. We shared everything with each other, but he never been able to do the things I could. "What is it Ken?"
"I think you should come down Ky. Something's going to happen," he replied, waving a hand at me. I sighed and leaped off the branch, landing with easy grace on the ground. I tucked Hitokiri into my belt and followed him, keeping one hand on the old hilt at my side. Ken's face was worried, and I could sense trouble not far off. The murmurs echoed in my mind as they began to speak, also sensing something was wrong.
The villagers were gathered around something on the ground, all whispering quietly amongst themselves. I stepped into the group, shouldering my way to the center. Once I reached the middle I narrowed my eyes. A man lay there, and I could tell that he was dying. Black oozed from his eyes, ears and mouth, but the reason was unknown to me. When he saw me he gasped and pointed, mouth working silently.
A woman, obviously his wife, pointed at me as well. "Her! She did this!"
I snorted. "You think I did this woman? What reason would I have?"
"There is no other explanation!" she replied, glaring at me. "Strange things always happen when you are around, and you have that black magic of yours. You did this to him!"
I saw a few villagers turn to look at me, belief and anger shining in their eyes. I wrapped my hand around Hitokiri's hilt. "Do you honestly think I would do something like this to one of my own people?" I asked, backing away slightly.
I heard a few sounds of agreement and I crouched. "Well then, if you don't care I'm out of here." I looked to my brother briefly. "See you Kensei. 'Till we meet again brother."
He smiled, knowing that I had to do this. "Good luck Ky."
I leapt high, putting a slight burst of power into my jump. I landed in a tree branch, and then continued to jump through the trees. If they didn't want me around then I saw no point in staying there any longer. I would find another place to stay, one that I could put my skills to use. I jumped down from the trees once I was out of sight of my village, putting on speed and running through the brush. I could feel the presence of them fading away, as well as Ken's. He and I had a connection, but it didn't go over great distances. I sent a final farewell to my brother, vowing to see him once more.
Hitokiri pulsed at my side and I grinned, putting on an extra burst of speed. My training years of myself in physical and mental strength with them had done wonders and I could easily hit speeds that demons ran. I enjoyed running as fast as I could simply for the thrill. Again I wondered in a distant part of my mind if I was actually part-demon, but I quickly dismissed the idea. Both of my parents were human, and I assumed my demon-like abilities were from my magic. I clutched at Hitokiri's hilt as I leaped up into the trees, wanting to jump from branch to branch. The sun was now fully down and I narrowed my eyes, smiling when my nocturnal vision came into action. I grinned wildly. 'God I love my life.'
Translations –
Hitokiri – Manslayer
Musha – Warrior
Kensei – Power
Chishio – Blood
Also, Kyla refers to the voices as them or they. It's always italicized. Thoughts are like 'this' too. Thanks for reading and please review!
