A Slave's Forbidden Past
Disclaimer: No, Inuyasha is not a possession of mine. I sorrow for that fact, but it cannot be changed. Oh well. TT
The mind does odd things to protect itself. It withdraws, it stops, it confuses. It mixes, it switches, it aggravates. It changes perceptions, switches points of view. It will do everything and anything to defend itself. It will screw you up long term for a short term solution and vice versa. You could end up insane, sadistic, maniacal, vindictive, aggressive, withdrawn, afraid or comatose. You might notice, you might not. And after enough time, you are you. No more change, no more of the old. And only a fool would believe themselves exempt from this fact of life. The human brain was a fragile, sturdy, stubborn, easily tempted, convoluted thing.
She is a victim of the brain's utter genius and foolishness. She wrapped a shell, had it shattered, and clung to the one who hurt her. The girl was to be pitied if anything. But, she wasn't she was despised by the one she adored, she was detested and hated by most others. She was cold, frozen. Somewhere in her there was a little girl, screaming her lungs flat to stop, to be kind, anything other then being the cold, frozen denizen of the world. That child, that little girl was squashed ruthlessly.
That young child. She hadn't known better, truly she hadn't. She had seen a dirty, thin man. He was hollow-eyed, with rags for clothes and a look in his eyes when he looked at her that she couldn't understand. He was helpless, his legs useless. They had been hurt terribly by some other man. As she tended to his words, she listened to his words. She hadn't known he was carefully subverting her. She hadn't noticed her slight changes. She washed her hands and face before going to see him.
He disappeared one day. He had left one thing, a white hair ribbon. She tied her dark hair back. The ribbon had never parted from her again. She shed not a tear at his departure. She had the aura he had wanted. From a tree, he watched her leave the hut he had lived for a month. The smug smirk one his faced showed how proud he was of the girl with the frozen heart and the brittle shell. He would be hers. He would have his fill of her soul and body. She'd love every secound of it. He jumped down with inhuman grace. It was easily a mile high, that tree. He had not a scratch. He disappeared into the shadows. He'd be back for her.
She came home. Two sisters. Her eyes were cold, her face was not. False words, full of warmth and love were spoken. Hugs were exchanged, the ribbon explained. They talked animatedly and happily, but her heart stayed closed and it was all as dust to her. With excuses of finding a job, she left.
The moon rose. Cold light poured over the land. She found a man in an alley. He grabbed her, breathing his cold breath in her face. She frowned and slapped him. He growled and punched her. She ignored the pain and beginnings of a bruise, kneeing him in between the legs. He bent over, with a groan of pain.
She grabbed the brown ponytail, whispering her poison-words in his ear. His expression shifted from shocked pain, to shock, to smugness. She withdraw, crossing her arms in a self-satisfied matter. Arguments were made, a price was decided. He paid her the gold for the elder and disdained the need for the younger. He did not want a plain little child. She shrugged, accepting the gold. She reminded him kindness was not much of a virtue, he had a job to do. He smirked. He loved his job.
The girl shrugged, turning. With a cold smirk, she walked on. She saw a miko, walking down the street, safe in her complacent knowledge of superiority. That ticked her off. With a plea to wait and a worried expression that again, met not her eyes she ran to the miko. Pleading aid for her younger brother she led her into the alley. The miko went in first, her last mistake. A swift and hard punch to the back of her head knocked her down. The miko was stripped, clothes and money taken. The girl replaced the miko's clothes with her own, knifing the unconscious girl-miko. She took the bow and arrows.
She walked out, looking for all the world like a miko. Her face had a lovely smirk adorning it. Word on the street was that the Lord's half-demon brat needed a nanny for the fox child. She supposed she could live with that for a few years. Until Naraku came. Then she'd fix him. No child deserved to look partly like a demon. He'd look proper, once she finished with him.
Screaming back at the house. Pleading, begging. It wasn't her, she didn't ask for this, she had never done this. Don't take her, she had a twin and baby sister to look after. With amusement He told her who exactly had sold her. She was shocked just long enough for him to knock her out and take her. The screaming eight year old was knocked away, left in a cold house. She would be found when the rent hadn't been paid for long enough for someone to care.
And that is how it had all happened. Kikyo becoming Kikyo, Kagome going to the whorehouse, and the young one no one remembered. Poor children, all of them. If only Onigumo hadn't come aound. It would have been so different.
A/N- Here is the story of Kikyo, Kagome and yes, Kaede. I wanted to do this. Yes, I am evil enough not to tell you what happened with Kagome and Inuyasha. Ja ne, until I post the next chap. :D