Author's note: I am one hundred percent stuck on this story. I have run out of ideas and cannot think of anything else to add onto my plot line. This does not mean that I'm going to give up on this story, I just need to really think up some better things. Don't worry, this problem should be fixed soon since not being able to write something bugs the hell out of me. Please stand by and thanks for all your generous reviews!

Flashback

Scared. She was scared, scared for her life and those around her. She could do nothing against the greater evil here and stepping out of line to voice herself could easily be compared to ending her life right now.

Kagura stood, arms and feet bound in about ten pounds worth of chains. She didn't dare move, lest she want to face the angered faces of those massively well built figures that would lash you well over a hundred times if you stepped out of line. Besides, she was unable to move anyways having so much weight to carry around while her body was slowly being depleted of it's strength.

Hundreds of other demons stood in line either in front of her or behind her, all bound as well. They were supposed to be granted a better life, (that's what the guards to Naraku's castle had said) but upon arriving, Kagura highly doubted she would have something better compared to what she had in the past, which was pretty bad to begin with.

Dark, black clouds hovered overhead as if they belonged to this place. An awful smell filled her sensitive nose, one of miasma. There was no denying the fact that this place was in fact a place of evil and death, yet she could do nothing to stop it. Nothing appeared to be alive for miles and miles. Not one blade of grass swayed in the demonic wind, the singing of birds nothing but a faint memory of the past. Even the ground looked strange, bearing no distinct colors, nor any rocks. And to top it all off, Kagura could smell the unmistakable stench of death each time one of the guards passed by.

It was a death zone.

Her chains made a muffled noise as the line connecting each and every one of them together was pulled roughly on, making all those who were off in their own little word stumble forward only to be whipped into place by one of the guards.

Kagura had once been a very neatly kept woman, preferring to stay to the wealthy side of the village. She had lived among those with riches and often wore some rather expensive jewelery too. Then while she was out wandering the market place one day, the crimson eyed woman had happened upon a man who sold special weapons. She couldn't resist the sparkling fan that lay on a blue silk pillow and had bought it, having no knowledge of just how great the power really was.

Somehow, somewhere, Kagura had taken the wrong turn in life, leading her to a rather dangerous lifestyle. She began to hang around more powerful demons, trading her wealth for more power. With that fan the woman became a wind sorceress, strong and deadly. She soon became feared by all in the small demon village, wanted for murder from time to time, then finally decided that she would be best off by herself.

She had no family, except an extremely pale girl with silver hair. She was always calm and carried around a small mirror with her at all times. Stuck in a world of ignorance, Kagura always assumed that the child liked to look at herself all the time, thus why she carried the mirror around all hours of the day. But then she had witnessed first hand what powers it harbored and thought that teaming up with her sibling could be about the best idea she ever had.

The law thought otherwise.

Kagura often found herself locked up somewhere in some dirty old cell until she slaughtered those imprisoning her. Always on the run, Kagura never thought of what it would've been like had she not chosen this lifestyle. If she would've then she wouldn't be standing in a line full of criminals just like her after selling her soul just to have a better life.

Wrong again.

The castle doors flew open and from what Kagura could see, a tall man stood above the others on a deck, waving his hand lightly. She could sense the evil that plagued his entire body before she got a good look of what he really appeared to be.

Dressed in a dark, well fitted kimono, the man she would soon know to be Naraku, slowly made his way down the line of his would be slaves. He stopped before Kagura, red eyes piercing through her very soul, or what she had left of it anyways. She remained quiet, head bowed lightly as he studied her features and called over to the guards.

"I think this one will do just fine."

"But my Lord, she's just a poorly woman. What good could she possibly do for you?" A lizard demon of some sort, tattooed heavily and armed with a single, deadly looking spear questioned his master.

"A lot more good than you'll ever do."

With one swift motion, Naraku's legs burst into a cluttered group of tentacles. They shot forward, ripping through the slender body of the demon guard. Kagura watched, eyes wide with shock as the demon turned into a pile of dust that blew away on the wind. She quickly returned her gaze to ground, refusing to look at the demon Lord as he neared once more, a cold grin plastered on his face.

"Rid her of these bindings," Naraku hissed to the dumbfounded guards all around, still shocked by what had just happened. "Hurry now."

Kagura felt the cold metal suddenly plunge deeper into the flesh around her feet as one guard shoved a single silver key into the lock of her shackles. The same thing happened when the guard undid the other one and the cuffs around her wrists as well.

It felt strange, being free of the chains and all. Kagura couldn't help herself as she stumbled forward, almost colliding with a guard in the process of doing so. Just as quickly, another rushed forward, whip raised. He too met his fate at the hands (tentacles) of Naraku and blew away just like the other had only minutes ago.

Naraku guided her towards the castle, the same grin still formed solidly on his lips. He had set a pace faster than Kagura could catch up to and the wind sorceress began to think that he was doing this only for the enjoyment of watching her suffer.

The castle stood before them, tall and deadly. Kagura approached with caution, too aware of what lay inside, but did so anyways when Naraku held the straw door open for her. Upon entering, Kagura could do nothing but shiver when the cold air inside crept over her skin as if a ghost had just latched itself onto her entire body.

"Welcome to my castle," Naraku had said as he lead the way, still a far ways away from Kagura. "I'm sure that in time you'll come to appreciate this place."

She thought otherwise.

A door neared, leading to a room where she sensed a terrible evil energy. She stalled for as long as she could until Naraku had to force her inside, muttering curses and death threats. When she fell face first into the wooden floor, the wind sorceress wished she could take it all back and return to the once humble life she once had and wasted all for the name and sake of power.