Disclaimer: I do not, by any means, own the series Inuyasha, nor do I own any of the movies, in both senses. sniffle
Moonlit Lives
Prologue
Kagome stared out at the vast expanse of charred and disfigured land, marred by dead bodies and blood. In the center of it all, four carved blocks rose above the unburied.
The first depicted a crescent moon, and two flames shooting out into different directions. In kanji characters, an inscription read:
Silent warmth and compassion
with great honor and bravery
makes the greatest warrior
Kirara of the Demon Slayer tribe
Loyal companion and ally
The second stone had a metallic mask hanging on it, with Hiraikotsu laying in front of it. It read:
A courageous heart coupled
with a sorrowful soul
makes the greatest friend
Sango of the Demon Slayer tribe
Loving sister and friend
The third, draped with prayer beads, with the golden monk staff laying in front, read:
A man who appreciates a woman
and prays for her fallen brother
makes the best of men
Miroku, sacred monk
Loving and supporting brother
The last. Kagome wiped a silent tear from her cheek. She felt the wind play with her hair as it blew sluggishly around her. A forget-me-not blue ribbon was tied lovingly around the stone, and a flame had been carved into its granite surface. It read:
A lively spirit that lifts the lowest of hearts
and bright eyes earnest to please
makes the wonderful son
Shippou, of the fox Demon tribe
beloved pup and fighting soul
Kagome turned away from the graves, her fingers cut and muddy. As she proceeded to walk away from them, longing for her friends burned in her heart. However, she continued her trek, knowing that if she turned back, all that had been sacrificed would be in vain. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she prepared herself, steeling her heart.
Because what had been preordained since her very birth would take place in a mere few hours, and she could do nothing but what she was destined to.
Betrayal. Twisted and vengeful, it squirms and wriggles like a muddy worm inside the intestines of a dead carcass. It eats away at the heart, until there is nothing there but cold and desolate emptiness. It is a quiet, secretive killer with the worst of effects, and it rejoices in it's destruction.
It wasn't supposed to be like this; they were going to be happy, with children and live together and never have to worry about Naraku or any other foe. However, her thoughts had been naive enough back then to believe such things. That she would not have to betray him, that she would find away around it.
Those thoughts were long gone, for the truth had shed it's beautiful mask of lies and goodness and had reared it's ugly, misshaped head, mocking her for her idiocy. She now knew the truth, and hated it and it's deformed body and it's knowledge of everything and anything. But she could not forsake it as she would her love and life.
And so she would betray the only man she had ever loved, for that was her twisted destiny.
And so the muddy worm set to work.
A/N: So? How was it? Feed back would be nice. Okay, her's out it's going down. I need five reviews before I put up the next chapter, and then I won't need any more for the rest of the story, I just need a bit of motivation. However, reviews are appreciated when a writer is having serious brain fart... so... please review even if it's a flame.