A/n: before I begin I want to tell you guy's in what time this story play's and where. The story play's in the time of Karel the great and is situated in Rome. Just so we won't have any mistakes about this. Enjoy the story.
This story was edited by IchikoKitsuneKoumori who has kindly offered to beta this story. The other chapters will follow with time. Thank you all for being patience with my bad writing habits. And thank the beta for this clean version.
Disclaimer: well this story is based on the silver wolf by Alice Borchardt so I don't own it neither do I own Inuyasha characters
Ps: this is going to be a Kagome/Kouga story no tricks like my other story Desires wish. I swear on Inuyasha's head.
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THE SILVER WOLF
BY PANTHERA1984
CHAPTER 1
Slowly the sun disappeared behind the horizon on it way down its light flooded buildings in red. As the glowing orb disappeared, somewhere in one of the building a girl sat watching the progress.
'Almost night' the girl thought. Just as a breeze of cold fall wind passed through the bars at her window. It caressed her skin which caused her to shiver. Once again her eye fell on those bars – thick bars- they were deeply imbedded into the stone wall going horizontal and vertical.
She knew she could close the shatters if she wanted to. She could slip her hand through the bars grab the shatter and close it, but the sight at freedom how limited it may be was too precious to give up. So she let the window open and the cold in.
'Not yet' she whispered in herself. 'Soon, not yet.' The air caused her gooseflesh but it smelled nice. Actually it smelled more than nice the air talked to her. With every breeze with every change of direction it invoked images in the very depths of her conscious.
Somewhere bushes of thyme blossomed. The fragile blue flowers spreading there scent on the wind. The aroma mingled with the more heavy scents of marble and granite, and was only one of the threads of a tapestry of scents coming from flowers and plants in which the buildings and temples were covert.
When Kagome came to this proud city that once was the settlement of great rulers, the empire of Rome, she didn't know what to expect, but not this. The city was in ruins where once, were fountains and cleanness now boulders and dirt triumphed.
The inhabitants lived like quarrelsome rats defiling there own living space. And these people were dissidences from the conquerors, how sad. They fought over the last bits of riches left not caring what happened to there surroundings.
From the once riche Rome was nothing left and now what little was left was used to pay of and bribe papal officials to gain favors to the one true power Rome had left the pope. It was also the reason Kagome had come to Rome in the first place.
Her mother who wanted to safe the soul of her daughter – in her own way at least- had gone to many churches and priests to ask for enlightenment of her daughter's soul. To get this she pawned what little they had left, some gold and jewels, but then she had gained excess to the pope and Kagome and her mother had gone.
Kagome had been terrified to face the man all the while she sweated like a pig while her mother prayed for forgiveness of Kagome's soul. Then they were brought before the pope and Kagome's fear had fled.
The man who sat on the throne was old and closer to death than anything else. As Kagome had bend to kiss the popes silk slipper and then the ring on his hand the smell of decay had been strong. 'That smell is so strong, he won't be on earth for much longer and then he will be able to speak for her mother.'
For all these blessing Giselda had spend all that had been left of there wealth. She and Kagome had traveled far and wide to obtain one blessing after another. And many times Giselda had been disappointed that after getting the blessing her daughter still turned into this sinful creature.
Now Kagome felt the fragile hand of the near blind pope on her head as he spook words of Latin, blessing her and Kagome knew it wouldn't help. And that would break her mothers heart because after the pope who would they turn to. So Kagome lied telling her mother they had succeeded at last.
It was a few days after that, Kagome went to wake her mother and found that Giselda would never wake in this world again. She went to the task of readying her mother's body for burial. Washing her body and clothing her in the best that was left. It was a grey and sad day that Giselda was lifted into her final resting place.
Then Kagome was forced to life with her uncle and his son. Uncle Naraku had plans for her for even without money Kagome had some value, her blood. Her blood line brought her to be a direct relative of the great king Karel.
The sun had finally shed her last lights for today Kagome moved from the window to sit on her bed wrapping a wool blanket around her for protection. Sitting on the bed Kagome waited for the light of the moon to appear through the barriers.
On its path the white yellow orb would pass her window and sure enough a Poole of silver light formed on the stone ground. Throwing the blanket back on her bed Kagome rose pulling of her dress in the process.
It took her only two steps to reach the Poole. From the other side of the door she heard Onigumo return whining about some problem. "This morning there was blood in my piss again." Onigumo complained to his father. "Are all whores of this city sick?
Naraku laughed bringing shiver down Kagome's spine, it was an ugly sound and always caused her discomfort. "Only the whores you pick. I told you so, just pay a little more and look at what you're buying." Another laugh. "Make sure you get a young and clean female or at least make sure that the blood and burning feeling are worth it."
Ignoring his father Onigumo changed the subject. "Christ its cold in here has she left the window open again? Onigumo asked angrily. One moment later Kagome heard him yelling for another firepot for the room.
"It's no use boy the landlord won't give us what we want, and with that window open one more firepot won't make any use." Naraku told his son calmly.
"How can you stand her father?" Onigumo growled. "She gives me the jeepers." Naraku threw out another menacing laugh. "Don't worry that door is three inches thick she can't get through."
Then their voices soften so Kagome couldn't hear anymore but she knew what they were talking about, it was like a ritual. Naraku would talk about Giselda's first husband Kagome's father and how he had been a seed of the devil too. Kagome had inherited her ability from her father.
Then Naraku would brag about how Giselda had seen the light after her father had passed on and married a wealthy man and brought them all riches, but that was a long time ago. So now he had written a letter to the emperor to notify him of Kagome's existence, and like a fat spider he was he waited for her to be betrothed to a rich man so Naraku would be able to spend someone else's money again.
The two made her sick but she had nowhere else to go. And even then there was her little problem of being able to change into a wolf, now in a way she was protected. if the outside world would ever find out she would be burned to death.
Kagome took her final step and moonlight washed over her body. The human girl Kagome was replaced with a giant silver wolf. The she-wolf pranced to the window and placed her front paws on the ledge.
Her ears twitched picking up sounds no human would be able to hear. Far away a bird sang a love song to its chosen mate and closer by she heard the wriggling of ground creatures. Her nose told her that a male fox had marked some trees nearby. A gush of wind brought the smell of rain and whet ground to her.
Compared to a normal wolf Kagome was big and her fur had the color of polished silver. The wolf was a logical creature not caring about Kagome's human problems for she didn't understood them. For the wolf everything was simple when she was hungry she ate, when she needed rest she would find a place to sleep.
Kagome would never have let go of her other side no matter how much pain it brought her mother. For the wolf was a part of Kagome, they were one. One and the same. Jumping back to the ground the silver wolf went to the bed smelling food coming from underneath it.
With her paw she clawed a bowl from underneath the bed. With her nose she lifted the lid from the bowl revealing the contents, a thick soup of flesh and bread. Gorging Kagome finished with the meal soon, liking the bowl with her tongue to get the last pieces.
Content and with her belly full Kagome leaped on the bed and settle down, turning and wriggling until she was comfortable. Now as the wolf Kagome didn't notice the cold. The thick pelt of the wolf protected her better then any blanket ever could, with a sigh Kagome was settled down for the night.
She closed her eyes and let the wolf take her into memories of the past. As dreams claimed her she heard a yell from Naraku and a shriek of Onigumo, but she was to far gone to be able to pay attention to it. The next moment she was standing in a grassy area.
/In her wolf form Kagome looked around with a thrill of excitement she tasted freedom even if it was through a memory. She felt something brushing against her then again and again. She was surrounded by other wolfs. 'my pack' Kagome thought and she went to follow them.
Together they hunted and played. It was a sweet memory, stating her happiness Kagome let out a howl that was soon followed by another wolf and then another and another until every wolf in hearing distance had answered her call.
/Outside Kagome's room Onigumo shuddered when he heard the howl. "One of these day's I will shut her up." The next moment he found himself lying on the ground.
"Have you not been listening to a word I said." Naraku bellowed. "There has been found a man for her, and I already asked around about him. He is wealthy and he owns a pass in the mountains Karel wants to be in control of. That bastard gets wealthy by just sitting on his ass and asking money from those who wish to pass through, since his is the only safe way through. If I plan this carefully we can obtain everything of his worth. So you will not touch you're niece and if I find out you so much as drooled on her I'll castrate you myself."
On the ground Onigumo nodded his head not even thinking of disobeying his father. When he felt that Naraku's temper had cooled down somewhat he rose from the floor and made a quick escape to his bed.
Naraku didn't care he was busy planning his web. He would need Kagome's help in stripping this mountain man. And for him to obtain her help he needed to make sure she would be obedient. It looked like he would finally be finding out how much his niece could take. And when he had broken her spirit she would do as he told her like a obedient puppet.
In her room Kagome resurfaced from her dream/memory. Feeling restless she left the bed and started walking up and down the length of the room. Inside her head Kagome and the wolf faced each other.
The wolf wanted her freedom back, to run around like she was build to do, but Kagome wouldn't let her by the end of the night she was once again only human. They would never survive in the outside world.
The wolf scoffed at her but stopped arguing all the same. Instead she went to her counter part and lied down to comfort her. As human Kagome was still not much more than a girl but as wolf she was a full grown member, a woman. She didn't know exactly why they were sad but she would provide comfort with her memories and strength.
/Kouga worried. He always worried about one thing or another for instance he would worry about if there was enough food for the pack, or if there was enough wood chopped for the winter. And thinking on the winter was there enough hay for the winter or did he have to buy some more.
But today Kouga was wondering about something else. He wondered what the ones who lived here before him had worried about. Surely nothing as simple as hay, no that man had probably been a well respected Roman and had worried about Roman politics.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Miroku drag himself outside to the bench standing against a plastered wall. His black hair was sticking out in strange angels and one side of his face was red from lying on something for a long time.
Kouga's Sapphire orbs returned to look over his valley. The grass was already turning yellow and would soon be ready to pluck. "Let me guess you're worrying about if the hay has ripened enough."
Kouga looked up from his valley and turned to Miroku. "No actually I was wondering what the ones who lived here before us would have worried about, probably politics." Miroku rolled his violet eyes at that answer. It was god awfully early and here Kouga was worrying about some long dead Roman, what a waste of time.
"So you're telling me that you're worrying about what some dead Roman worried about?"
"Pretty much."
"Well that's nice to know, every one their own hobby is what I always say." Miroku gave another jaw breaking yawn and kept watching lazily at Kouga's monotone walking up and down the porch. The wolf was obviously thinking about something.
After a while Miroku began to slowly drift back to sleep, but before he could totally give in Kouga startled him awake. "I have another thing to worry about old friend." 'Now' Miroku thought 'how come this doesn't surprise me in the least' but he kept his mouth and popped one eye open to show he was listening.
"I got this letter yesterday." He fished a paper out of his belt and handed it to Miroku, who had now opened his second eye and took the letter from Kouga. Reading the contents he found why his friend had suddenly wondered about politics.
"This letter informs you that Karel has found you a bride, and one of his own bloodline too at that. I say we lock the gates sharpen our swords and hope he forgets about us."
Kouga's lip curled at the nooks the idea was tempting. "I can't risk that if Karel truly wants this he will send an army and burry us out, and then all that I have worked on for so long for the pack, will be destroyed."
Miroku quirked his brows in thought as he looked at the letter again. "Well no matter what there is something missing in this letter."
Stopping his pacing, Kouga walked to Miroku and took the letter. Reading it again for the umpteenth time. "Well I don't see what you're talking about all the facts are here, her birthday, her linage. Everything important that could be considered important."
"Yes it states all the important facts except one, what's wrong with her. They wouldn't be offering her to you if there was nothing wrong with her. They would use her to catch bigger fish than you otherwise."
Looking down on his letter again Kouga read it again this time looking at it from Miroku's point of view. "What do you think could be wrong with her... he found that Miroku had disappeared. There was a lingering smell of fresh baked bread in the air.
Next moment a loud yelp could be heard coming from the kitchen where Sango was baking her bread. She baked different bread for each day of the year. It was one of Miroku's greatest weaknesses, the bread and Sango.
A Miroku on a horse with a sword or a staff in his hand was every thief's nightmare, but he always lost to Sango. At another shriek Kouga decided to forget about his newly acquired bride and go help his captain, Sango wouldn't hesitate twice about throwing the pervert in the oven.
/Kagome awoke naked in her bed sometime during the night she had gone back to bed. Rising from underneath her blanket she made a quick leap to her chest containing her clothing. Throwing the lip open she retrieved fresh clothing.
It was once a beautiful sky blue dress, but now the color had faded to a muddy grey, but Kagome didn't care it was clean and it covert her body enough. She had found that in the last year most of her dresses had become to tight and short.
For a female she was long but with some thinking and some fantasy she had managed to create three dresses that would do. Not to mention that the old woman who did the cleaning had helped her by giving her treads and needles.
Running one hand through her hair Kagome was ready. Going to the door she found that it was already open. She preceded going into the living area where Naraku and Onigumo could be found sitting at the table eating breakfast.
Without making a sound she walked to an empty chair and took place. A quick look told her breakfast existed out old bread, old cheese and cheap sour wine. Her sensitive nose also told her that most of it was rotten.
Ignoring her senses Kagome ripped a piece of the bread and cheese, wrapped the bread around the cheese and started eating. She was hungry and nipped at her own fingers a few times, whining whenever she did. Not only were her teeth sharper than most humans she also had a nice set of fangs to go with them.
Reaching out for seconds Kagome felt a lacing pain at the back of her hand where Naraku hit her with his knife. Pulling her hand back she rested both in her lap never taking her eyes from his.
Naraku was a person who enjoyed hurting others, and if you gave in it would only encourage him. Naraku was the first to turn his eyes away. Just the way she looked reminded him of that bloody animal she could change into.
A quick examination of her hand told Kagome it wasn't anything serious. The bruise would disappear quickly enough, thanks to the wolf she always healed fast. Her hands were another thing that would be frowned upon if people looked at them closely.
They were delicate hands with long thin fingers that narrowed at the tips. Because of that nobody really noticed that her nails were thicker than normally and turned into tips at the end like a cat, and just as sharp.
At the other end of the table Onigumo was stuffing his mouth full, trying to eat as much as he could in a short period of time. His father watched him with narrowed eyes, just as Onigumo was chewing on an extra large piece of bread Naraku brought his leg up and planted his feet firmly in his son's nuts.
Onigumo's eyes popped and his face turned ash white. Without making a sound he fell of his chair onto the floor where he threw up the entire content of his stomach. With a gleam of pleasure in his eyes Naraku watched his son wheeze painfully while looking rather like a fish on dry ground.
If it had been anyone else Kagome would have been sorry for him but Onigumo was not one she pitied. And by now she was used to Naraku's harshness. That man lived on finding ways to make other lives miserable.
"I don't now how I got to be stuck with you like a son, but I take it you take after your mother. She always was a useless whining piece of woman." Naraku stood up and hunched over his son retrieving something from his pouch. "Go buy your niece a maid when her attended arrives she will need one to make a good impression."
He threw some silver at Onigumo's feet and left. On his way out he passed the old cleaning woman. Bestowing her with a sneer he kicked at the bucket she had just placed before her. The contents went flying, soaking the floor and the bottom of her dress.
The old bird began spouting insults at Naraku in a dialect Kagome had never heard before, but she could tell from the reaction on Naraku's face he had. Narrowing his eyes he made an attempt to hit her but was stopped by the sight of a rusty old knife that gleamed nastily.
Rattling on in her dialect Kagome imagined her to tell Naraku what she would do with her knife. Apparently it was enough to make Naraku rethink and chose on leaving instead of attacking.
The old woman went back down to get a new bucket of water and came back still spouting insults, but this time at Onigumo who had made quite a mess. Apparently Onigumo felt he could better leave because he picked himself up from the ground and leaped for the door almost running into the wall which caused the old woman to laugh.
Just watching for a few moments Kagome was marveled at how efficiently and quick the old woman managed to clean the floor. "I'm sorry about those to and for the mess." She waved a hand at the floor where Onigumo had thrown up.
The old woman shook her head revealing cauliflower like ears hidden under her filthy hair. "No need." She smiled brightly at Kagome and continued her attempt at cleaning the place up.
Kagome watched her for a few moments more before turning her look to the table. In indecision she looked at the whine, she was thirsty but not thirsty enough to drink that horrible stuff.
The old woman had watched her. "You thirsty aren't you girl I will get you water yes? Normally I would say that horse piss is better but rain has come and cleaned the barrels out. Water is good now." She scurried out the room and came back carrying a bowl filled with fresh water in one hand and in her other hand she held a sausage, Kagome smelled sheep, pig and other types of flesh but the smell of garlic was strongest, it smelled good.
Taking the food and water from the woman Kagome fed and drank her eyes on the old woman who was still scrubbing the floor. When she lowered the bowl to her lips to drink she could feel her wolf side coming up for a moment. Her eyes turned to the water and in it she saw the silver form of herself drinking water from a lake. On the background Kagome saw huge pine trees and she even thought she saw an owl flying through the forest. Then the image was gone and Kagome drank. The water was delicious.
Now that her hunger was gone Kagome stood up and began to help the old woman bring order to the house.
: That night Kagome was locked into her room again. Standing by the window she began her waiting session, again watching the sun complete her path for the day and for the moon to begin hers. While she looked outside she heard a memory of Naraku's voice play through her head. 'Damned that's what you are' but Kagome couldn't believe she was damned she had searched the memories of the wolf and in them she had only found goodness. 'I'm a creature of fable and moonlight, I'm not damned' she thought stubbornly.
Sounds from the living area brought her back to the present a shrill female laughter told her that Onigumo had succeeded in finding her a maid and she wondered what the girl would be like.
Then there was a roar from Naraku who had come back earlier with a companion if it were a girl or a boy she didn't know. "Grab him Onigumo that little sodomy has taken my money." Another crash told Kagome that Onigumo had made a lunch for the boy. More curses from Naraku told her the boy had gotten away.
Somewhere in the middle of the turmoil Naraku had discovered Kagome's maid to be. "What's this you bring home Onigumo." His voice was sharp etched, which was always a warning that Naraku was close to using violence.
"That is the maid you told me to get." Onigumo answered his voice laced with uncertainty.
"By god where did you dig her up I swear compared to her I have seen goats that looked fabulous." In the back the girl started wailing it was soon silence do as Kagome heard a loud pang Naraku had probably shut her up the only way he new, hitting.
"I found her in a tavern." Kagome shook her head at Onigumo's thickheadedness, really no brain at all. There were more sounds of beatings and the girl started her loud crying again. But all went silent when a loud banging from the apartment underneath them began. The landlord was giving protest, after that silence filled the building.
The sun had completed its course and now the moon her taken its place. Discarding her clothing Kagome stepped in the silver pool that the moonlight formed on the ground within a heartbeat she went from woman to wolf. The silver animal lifted its great head and sniffed the air, it was going to be another night spent dreaming of freedom.
: A/n: well that was the first chapter but don't click away I have a little extra for you. Hope you like it.
Rrrringggggggg- prrr- click. Welcome to the mental hotline this is a voice record. Please listen to the following descriptions and press the button number you belong to, you will be put through to a waiting counselor.
If you're called Inuyasha, you have a denial problem. You like to press button one but force yourself to press button two, we advise you to press button one anyway.
If you're called Naraku you have a multiple personality disorder we kindly advise you to press button two, three and four.
Now if you go by the name of Sesshômaru you suffer delusions of grandeur you want to claim all the buttons, however we warn you against pressing button number five its power is greater than yours.
If your name is Jaken and you like to grovel at Sesshômaru's feet and follow wherever he might lead we still kindly advise against pressing Sesshômaru's button. You can however use the button right next to Sesshômaru's number six.
If you go by the name of Miroku you're a big hentai and have dialed the wrong number. We kindly advise you to dial 600 instead of 900 the next time.
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