Hi, again. Thanks to all who reviewed, I got a lot of little tingles of ideas ,
But I would still appreciate more ideas! Please!
The bold is a flashback and is in the characters point of view.
Thanks, and here's the next chapterrrr.
Kagome did the thing that she does best – panic. Her heart pounded insanely in her chest, and her breath hitched; Kagome felt like she was going a million miles an hour. The smirking demon lord in front of her, circling her, and scaring the shit out of her, did nothing but that. His eyes were calculated – that was obvious. Just to what she couldn't really tell, other then she did nothing than react on pure instinct.
He stepped right, she stepped left, he took one forward, and she took another back. He lunged at her – and she, well, she squinted her eyes as hard as possible and prayed that something would save her.
Little did she know – she was saving herself. That bright pink sizzling power emerged from her body, only ten times in strength. She stopped breathing as pink filled the sky as Kagome purified anything in a ten mile ratios. With a deep gasp Kagome fell to the floor, unable to move, her left shoulder searing in unbelievable pain.
She opened her eyes just long enough to see Sesshoumaru's body lying only ten feet away from hers smoking in heat, his eyes closed as he lay unconscious. One blink, maybe two, before her own eyes drifted shut to a black dreams of nothingness.
[BLEH
A clocked figure watched the night sky, as far out in the distance was filled with a shimmering pink. He sighed, not expecting this so soon. He did not expect to see that light at least for another then years, at least not until he was more prepared. His heart raced a little bit in excitement.
Even though he wasn't as well prepared as he should be, he was excited…he had been waiting for her for 15 years now, after all. He would wait a little bit before seeking her out. To meet her, he would need to have a strong grip on her mind, so that she didn't tear it apart. Surely, her parents had kept their part of the deal; he smiled and sat down to meditate. Clearing his mind, the time when he had first met her popped in to his mind.
It had been a cold day, deep in winter but there was no snow in this part of the forest. I was near a forest with his father and family, and the newly born child. Angry sounds rushed around them, and I remembered that they were being chased by the villagers. They had found out who the child was, and they did not seem very happy…no, not very happy at all.
Roughly, my father told them to give me the newly born child. He had looked me in the very soul, and spoke to me about the important matters. I was five at the time, but I knew that this was way more important then anything. He handed me the child, and said "Take her to the well, climb down it. Bring it to the family there and plead with them – tell them what's happening. Tell them to keep her safe. Then come back, and train. Await her-" He stopped in mid sentence as a blade when threw his back, he groaned muttering a "run, boy" before he fell to the ground. Blood poured from him as the blade was yanked back, only to see a girl, around my age.
My father, before my very eyes, faded to ash and blew away in the wind. With the child in my hands, only a child myself, I ran. I ran, and I ran and I ran and did not look back. I knew the way to the well; my father had shown it to me the day before, and many times before that. Tears formed in my eyes as I remembered what he told before he died. "This is where we will bring the bright one day, my boy. This is where fate will meet a new beginning."
I fell as I meet the well, the child falling to the floor along with my body. Angrily, I glared at the child, blaming her for my fathers' death; as if she would not existed my father would still be alive. The child cried, as if she could hear my thoughts rolling back and forth, ending up landing on her tummy, he back exposed to me.
I could see it then – why my father had called her the bright. On her back, there was a marking, one that I was not sure of the meaning, but it glowed with a bright fierceness, and sizzled in a bright pure power. Calming the child, we watched as the mark faded in to her skin. Sighing with relief, he put the only spell he knew on her, a concealment spell. If he had done it right, it should come off only when she was the right age in rightness.
Taking a leap of faith, he dived in to the well. This was where he left her in the good hands of her mother, a wise woman who would keep Kagome safe.
The man smiledat the time he had not figured out that his father knew what was going to happen. In fact, it took him until his year later years to relies the truth. He had spent half of his life hating the child who had stolen his father, only to find out that his father had known that he was going to be killed.
From that day on, he had taken the oath that he would see to his fathers wished. He would meet again, with this girl, the bright. He would teach her of her powers, and she would kill the darkness in this world.
Yes, He though. His father was right – this was a whole new beginning. He smiled to himself, and tied his shaggy black hair behind him. It was time to get serious. Slowly he opened his eyes, a dark violet color. He stood, and looked to the distance. "Well. I hope she has a nice ass on her."
I hope you guys could tell who that was…?
And I know, I changed Miroku's whole past, but, hey.
Its my story – like it or don't.
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