Kill Naraku
darkenedmoonlightflame
Hiten/Kagome/Bankotsu
BxKxH. Not AU. Caught and forced into the Shichinintai harem, Kagome considers resigning to her fate. But hey, she sure does get pissed off after being fought over and hands-switching when people pick up on the harem idea. Shame she's pretty helpless. But with a little help from a resurrected demon (who also turns out to be the mop boy), she lands herself trained, and ready for revenge. Watch out, Naraku! But first, she has to face her demons, and outsmart the eye candy deprived men that are the Shichinintai... Boy, this totally ruins her resume…
Disclaimer: Don't own the title similarities, or characters. But I DO own everything else, such as writing, plot, and such.
(A/N: I'm so sorry, but I just HAD to put this up to see how people reacted! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
This came to me when I saw a wonderful piece of fanart, and if you're wondering, it won't have the same plot at all. I haven't seen the movie. Kill Bill, that is. Anyway… Let's get the party started! By now, I'm dying in papers over my head, trying to update everything. Meh.
This first chapter is kind of sad… It's Kagome's past.)
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Thoughts are brought together by each, crushing our cry out for love
Unable to escape from it, we cling to our dreams
-an excerpt from the english translation of grip!
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Kill Naraku
Scroll One
Haunted by the Past
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--Twelve Years Ago--
Kagome stood upon the edge of the bloodstained battlefield, her smile fallen to the ground, broken. Her bright sapphire eyes were dull with pain and disbelief as she watched them fall. Fall unto the one whom shall never be spoken of.
Naraku. His despicable hand found its way around her elder sister's neck first, choking off her feeble air supply. "K-Kikyo!" Kagome cried, waddling over to her older sister, her tiny fists beating against the scratchy baboon pelt. A snarl erupted, and the man whirled, looking at her with a piercing gaze, reflecting the bloody carnage around them. What remained of the loving and accepting villagers.
He shoved her away, and she gave a cry as her head landed with a sickening crack against a rock. She shook with the effort to keep her eyes open, and openly cried and winced as she pulled herself up to face him. Her older sister, the Shikon's guardian priestess, was writhing and clawing vainly at his hands, gurgling insanely.
Kikyo's hands glowed with her miko powers, the warm pink light disintegrating the flesh on his left hand down to the bone. He smirked from beneath his pelt, and his other clawed hand slid out like oil. Kagome gasped as it slashed down her sister's shoulder, dark red blood spurting from the fresh wound, before dribbling down.
A crimson blossom appeared on the ground, and Kagome covered her eyes in terror.
Why had this strange man appeared?
What had they done?
For Kagome was only four and a half years old; much too young to understand the passionate hatred and malicious attraction that fueled Naraku's desire to obtain the Jewel of Four Souls. "Kikyo…" She mewed weakly, the head wound finally taking affect as her world swam.
"Ka… go…me…" The strained syllables flooded the young priestess's mouth, as a spurt of blood trailed down the side, marring her lily-white skin. Her once lively eyes seemed colder than usual, even though she rarely expressed her desires flickering in the deep hazel depths. "Remember… me." The last bit came out as a sharp order, although she paused to struggle and kick at Naraku, lifting her arms weakly to burn the baboon pelt around his face, making it smolder and peel away.
"The… jewel…" Her eyes were clouding over. Fast. "Run." Her head fell, her arms hitting the ground with a thud, as the eyes from within the pelt glittered triumphantly. Her hand opened as it smashed into a small puddle of her own blood, and the tantalizing pink jewel lolled out, still clasped in the bone chain wound around her pale fingers.
"You could have joined me, Kikyo." He spits her name through clenched teeth, and it comes out as a hiss. Kagome looked on in horror as her beloved sister's head rolled heavily in her direction. The eyes were dull and clouded.
"Leave, and when you are stronger… Avenge me." The lips whispered, moving although no sound emitted, and silence fell upon the clearing like the thick miasma encircling the man.
"KIKYO!" She screamed, in anguish. Kikyo was the only one left to take her in, seeing as their parents had never returned after a 'mission' one dark and stormy night.
Kagome couldn't move a muscle. This had to be a nightmare. When she woke up, screaming bloody murder, Kikyo would comfort her. As she had done for the past four-and-then-some years.
They lived in a secluded village, quiet and bustling with life. A small hut near the edge of a large hill near one of the many small lakes was their quarters. They lived humbly, together, protecting and purifying as Kikyo said, 'the object of tainted desires'.
Kagome loved her big sister with her entire heart. She was kind, and although strict, a woman destined to be a wonderful wife. With a big heart, a caring soul, an important task, and the 'beauty of the gods', she still did not let it get to her head.
If only Naraku hadn't appeared.
Tension radiated through the air of the clearing, and Kagome watched fearfully, the man called Naraku. Her neesan lay motionless, her long tidy raven hair unbound and flapping in the wind, the tips trailed in the dull red blood. Kagome took a sharp breath, her eyes watering as she gave a yell and ran at the small pink ball.
The source of such tragedies. So many lives lost, for what? Power is nothing compared to such sorrow.
She ran blindly, madly, and snatched the chain, tugging even as it cut her sister's hand from the friction. She wouldn't feel the pain. Ever again.
The world blurred around her as Kagome waddled far, far away, and the man roared, snapping out of his daze. He was following her. He could smell her fear.
Five year old Kagome was terrified, and thought very hard about what to do. "Kagome-chan hide it!" She cried with bittersweet delight, and stuffed it somewhere. Some rock perhaps.
And waddled off, unknowingly going in a large, looping circle. That lead straight back to Naraku.
He grinned wickedly, and chided, "Where have you put the jewel, you naughty girl?" When he received no response, his phony smile turned ugly. "You shall be punished!" Kagome looked on curiously, as what appeared to be a large monkey charged her.
"Monkey's Uncle!" Kagome cried, remembering what the villager's sons had teased one, who had a pet monkey, about for weeks. She clapped her hands, and sat down with a bump, near the rock she hid the jewel under. By then she had exhausted herself.
He suddenly disappeared, and she craned her neck to find him. "Monkey's Uncle?" She called, afraid at the sudden silence.
"I am right here." A searing pain flew through her back, but she brushed it off as the rock. A bright smile graced her features, but only for a brief moment before she screamed and tumbled forward. The jewel from under the rock had rolled into her path, and was hidden in her silent screaming mouth as she fainted into blissful oblivion.
--Ten Years Ago--
She still had the brutal scars from having Naraku's hand plunged into her back. In fact, she was surprised she had survived.
"Kikyo…" The name rolled off of her lips, and flowed away into the wind. The orphaned seven-year-old forsook her pride, and allowed the warm tears to slide down her cheek, plopping down on the freshly dug grave of her sister. A last momento to her beloved sister.
The others accompanying her looked on, with bowed heads. After three weeks of working from sunrise to sunset, she had buried the entire village alone, not squeamish of touching the decaying corpses. She thought of them as her wonderful friends and sister; a big family. Nothing would change that, not even death and missing flesh.
She had burned Kikyo's remains, and placed the ashes into a bright red box, and placed it in turn into a wooden shrine. She had rebuilt the scarred shrine gate, and repainted it blood red with the correct berries, a symbol of the bloodshed, horrors, and sadness that haunted the area. She had wound white roses around the left side, twining them up in a climbing spiral against half of the gate.
Symbolizing her hopes and dreams for the spirits of the deceased.
And the black, wilted roses crawled up the other side; she had pricked her thumb against every single one before putting them against the red gate.
Black for death and dead dreams and hopes. For the sorrow she endured.
And the red, for the lives lost.
She had left the village exactly as it ended up looking after Naraku's visit, only cleaned the carnage away and buried the remains. The burnt huts and reek of death had remained.
She may have been surprised to be alive two years later, but that was nothing compared with what her caretakers showed her. They had asked if the small pink ball in her mouth was hers, or if it was part of her grave injuries.
Shikon no Kakera. Was the first thing that came into her mind, and she dares not tell them that it was the cause of many deaths. She simply nodded faintly, and clasped it tightly as faint thoughts flickered back into her.
She had been in a coma for a year and a half. It took the rest of the year to gain strength to come and complete the burial for her village.
She was like the wind, wandering from place to place without a name, memories, or anything. Just the knowledge of other names, places, and things. Few memories.
Kikyo, for one. Her sister. Murdered by Naraku.
Monkey's Uncle. The very statement made her blood run cold, and her aura flared protectively around her each time the phrase came up.
Dead villagers. Her loving friends.
Red, the color red. Blood, she suspected.
This odd pink jewel. She knew she must never let it go, and die protecting it. As did Kikyo.
She could still remember the death scene of her sister. It was by far her longest, most vivid memory.
She remembered the pain of Naraku's blow.
The death wishes of her sister…
Her sapphire eyes narrowed, and she spoke, softly, yet commandingly. "Let us leave. By my word, I shall return."
And with that, she left, and a small breeze swept them out.
The smallest figures could be seen cresting the hill, facing the fiery rays of the setting sun as the night chill swept over the desolate lands.
--Six Years Ago—
She still could not remember anything. And it frustrated her. She was eleven, and still wandering around like a lost spirit of the wind, blowing and swaying from town to town.
She didn't know her name. She could only know how old she was because her caretakers had told her before they too, had died. It was a normal death. The elderly couple died naturally, in their sleep, and it showed Kagome that there was a glimmer of mercy in the world. She worked hard to keep it alive.
Every month or two, she made her way back to Kikyo's grave, and paid her respects, cleaned the roses, and waltzed through the village. She did this secretly, silently.
A small part of her went to keep her memories alive, bitter and terrible as they were.
The other went out of love, and sorrow. The urge to keep the village from being entirely forgotten and swept off into the sands of time. She dare not forget it. Ever.
She sighed, and continued sweeping the dusty shrine which housed the ashes, her features tired and sad. Her body was slowly changing, and she had no one to consult her fears in, just Kikyo. So she began coming more frequently, speaking to her deceased sister in hushed tones as she hustled about. And sometimes, she thought she heard an answer or two.
"Neesan… Why won't you let me forget my bitterness?" Sometimes she thought it was Kikyo that summoned her there to the ghost village. "Why can I not remember! I wish to know…!" She always could not pass that point, overwhelmed by emotions. Those were often their parting words.
A month later, only to resume the conversation. She continued a sad, life, haunted by the past continually.
--One Year Ago—
She sat there, silent. The wind pulled her loose hair around her, whipping strands into her face, only to pull them out again in an instant. "Why won't you let me remember?" She whispered, her words lost on the howling wind.
Kagome still felt as though it was Kikyo holding the key to her lost memories. And she resented her for it. Even so, she came every month, frequently, unable to escape the past.
But deep inside her soul, she knew it wouldn't be possible for her neesan to do so. Even if it was, Kikyo was not cruel.
--Present Times—
Kagome sat and watched the sun set, oblivious to all around her, focused on the beautiful orb. She hadn't been to the village in an entire year. The events were blurry in her mind, but she vaguely remembered forgetting everything. It had nearly scared her to death when she woke from her trance, a month later.
She had to remember. So she came here immediately, alone and entirely unprepared for anything. She didn't care. Kikyo, if it was her doing, had finally released the lock and chain upon her memories.
They were coming back, very slowly and painfully. They came with blinding intensity, and it felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to her head. But she didn't care. They were coming back.
It didn't matter that she had lost twelve years of her life wandering around like a wraith, wrapped in her owl mystical sadness. "Kikyo. I shall learn to fight. I will avenge you. I swear it upon your grave, and Kami so strike me down accordingly."
Her fist clenched, and she mentally sighed. She could barely hold up her own weight, thanks to her trance. She had to learn it all afresh. Which was fine with her. Naraku had thought her dead, she was in no danger. "Naraku..." She muttered, then she had an impulse.
"I'm gonna KILL Naraku!" She shouted it to the world, and stared fiercely at the sun with renewed intensity. "Monkey's Uncle indeed." She tuned her back upon it, cursing silently at the sunspots in her vision line as she stalked back to Kikyo's grave to pray for strength to go out and conquer the impure.
A/N: Hello, there. This is where all the important things will be posted, and I'll elaborate a bit on the previous A/N. Well, it's not too too sad, but a little bittersweet. The Shichinintai haven't appeared yet… but they will! Well, it's back to school for me, so I'll be juggling updating everything around between classes! Ah, the joys of multi-tasking.
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Next Scroll:
Well you heard her! Kagome's out for blood and revenge! But how is she supposed to train and kill Naraku if she gets caught and forced into a certain assassin's harem?
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Character Relations Chart (List, whatever.)- (I'll simply do the new characters as they get added. Tell me if I miss someone!)
Kagome- Kagome, obviously. She witnesses Kikyo's murder, and swears revenge, but also must take care of the Jewel. Suffers from select memories.
Kikyo- Kagome's elder sister, protector of the Jewel of Four Souls (Shikon no Kakera).
Naraku- Kikyo's killer. Watch out, Kagome's gonna get yoooouuuuu!
Caretakers- No name in particular. Just two old, kind people who take care of her while she's in a coma.
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Vocab:
Shikon no Kakera- Jewel of Four Souls
Miko- Priestess
Neesan- Elder Sister
Kami- God
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