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"I was born, three thousand years ago. My mother was a human mortal, and my father was a demon tiger. They fell in love with one another, and married, and bore me. I was a child of destiny, they said. To be of great things. Then, one night, while my mother and father slept, I convulsed. I twisted, and writhed. My father's blood was so strong in demonic power, and my mothers so frail as a mortals. My demon took a hold of me, and I succumbed to the will of my own demon, turning into an assassin. I crept through the house...

...It was quiet...within my mind, and my soul, I screamed. I pained. I wanted to break free, and control myself. It hurt so much, to be locked away within myself, and have no way out. Then, I came upon my mother and father. Remaining silent, I drew near them. I jumped up, clinging to the ceiling, and looking down at them. I was the predator, and they were the prey. My father was to die first. I dropped from the ceiling, and before he could respond, I swept my claws through his throat. He died slowly, gasping and wheezing, which woke my mother.

I can still remember the tears that were flowing down my face. I had no control of myself, but I could still feel my claws pass through the flesh and slick blood of my father. My cheeks smelled of salt, and copper, from the blood and tears that cascaded down my cheeks. My mother could see them. My mother knew of what was happening, so she embraced me. She held me tightly, and I did all I could to hold her in return. But my demon was not sated with demon blood. It wanted the blood of a mortal woman. And my mother, was closest.

I held her, dug my claws into her back, and ripped them away. She looked at me, then, and this was where my soul, was demolished. Her eyes, so filled with sorrow, with confusion as to why her embrace had not calmed my soul. She was so pure, so kind. My soul was so dark, and lost, it became riddled with detestment of life. She slipped from my arms, her kimono covered in blood. I turned away from her, and saw myself for what I truly was in the mirror. Red eyes...long fangs...sharpened claws...white streaks on my cheeks, arms, and legs. I am a demon.

I soaked it up. I took my father's great sword, the Maigiau Raikou(Sacred Lightning), and embedded his blood into the blade, and then broke it in two. I forged my new blades, Kuro Raikou(Black Lightning) and Chi Omituzuri(Blood Dancer), from his blood and his blades.My mothers black funeral kimono became material for the hilts. My soul, filled with darkness at the young ago of fifteen, decided that the world would be turned to ash beneath my blade. I became a mercenary for lord after lord, I slew many, starting with small assassinations, to squad elimination, to full armies.

Nothing, could stop me. Until I came upon a group of demons known as the Nine Blood inferno's. By now, I was seventeen. I was young to them, so they tried to kill me in order to take my blades. I fought them all, one by one, and watched as they lay wounded on the grounded, unafraid of death. Killing them was not much fun, because none of them screamed. So, they offered me a position as their master. I accepted, and for two hundred years I fought alongside, and for, them. Until finally, I became bored with having to hold them up in my honor.

So I abandoned them. Left them to do as they would. My soul had become so rotten and fouled to it's center, my aura so filled and tainted with darkness, that my body became immortal, as your packs is, Lord Inuyasha. I wandered the land, in search for a purpose, when one day, an undead woman by the name of Kikyo, came to me."

Inuyasha's body tensed slightly, and Kagome looked off as did Sango. Kuro nodded, seeing their reaction.

"Yes, Inuyasha. The very same Kikyo who sealed you away. She saw my soul, and how filled with sorrow it was. She attempted to lay me to rest, to save me, purify me. I would not allow my death to be given to me in such a way. I fought her, but she had some sort of creatures by the name of soul collectors protecting her. They ensnared me in her grasp, and with her bow and arrow, she shot me with an arrow. Right here, to be exact."

Kuro lifted his hand to his open collar and pulled it down slightly. There was a deep gash in the center of his muscled chest where the arrow had struck.

"I was sealed away. For two hundred years, I simply laid there, unable to move, or do anything as I pleased. So, I waited. Bided my time, until finally, the seal was weak enough for me to assault with my dark aura. I broke free, and trained myself to become powerful enough in the dark arts that I could fight and stave off any means of purification."

Kuro lifted his collar back up to his neck, and released it. Looking behind him at the necklace on the pedestal, he pointed to it.

"The only means of stopping me, is for someone who is of blackest darkness, and purest light, to place that upon my neck. I shall become their servant, and do as they please. So now, you see, why I am filled with such hatred, and sorrow. A cat's curse lasts for seven generations, and if they are not satisfied at that time, another fourteen is added, and so on and so forth. My father curses me, I can feel his hateful gaze on me from the heavens every moment, and my mother is the same. And now, my enemies. I ask of you. Are you satisfied with knowing who I am?"

Kagome was practically near tears, and Sango felt the same pity she did though she did not show it. And still, look at his face. His expression monotone, his eyes half open, his tail moving back and forth and his ears still, sometimes flicking to hear a fish jump from the water. Kuro lifted his hands to his swords and drew them both, spinning them into place, and crossing them in an ex fashion.

"I am prepared, to die. I am willing, to kill. I am sufficient, in swordplay. I cannot, be stopped."

Inuyasha spoke up, curiosity peaking.

"What did you mean, by someone of blackest darkness, and purest light?"

"Someone with a black aura, and pure heart. Or someone with a pure aura, and black heart. Such as the deceased Lord Sesshomaru. He was a demon who is celebrated every year. Or at least, I choose to do so. I have left one of my roses atop his grave every year since his departure. Still, he was one of his kind. The only, I have seen. Now, come to me. Come to me, and perish beneath my sword."

Kuro bent down, and closed his eyes. For a moment, everything seemed so peaceful. The smell of roses, and clear, pure water. The sound of swimming fish, and the misty feel that filled the cavern. But, that all came to a close when Kuro sped forward. His speed was unparalelled, for the water shot up in waves on either side of him, roses flying with the waves. He thrust his knee into Inuyasha's chest, causing Inuyasha to be thrown back before he could retaliate and slam into the rest of the group, all of them falling in a pile, poor Kohaku suffering the weight of them all.

Shiori stood up, placing a barrier around them all with her hands, and holding it there, allowing them to move freely, but Kuro would not be able to strike them. Kuro growled when his sword was parried by a barrier, and he jumped back, holding his position as Kagome got on one side of him, Miroku on his other side, Akitoke in front of him, and Kouga behind him. Kagome spoke up first.

"Light!"

Kouga spoke after, raising his hands.

"Darkness!"

Akitoke raised his spear, watching Kuro's confusion.

"Loyalty!"

Miroku lifted his staff with both hands, holding it above the ground.

"Friendship!"

Kagome shot her arrow into the ground in front of her. Kouga lifted his foot, and thrust the heel into the ground. Akitoke stabbed his spear into the ground, and Miroku slammed his staff into the ground. Miroku's staff formed a purple orb, Kouga a black one, Kagome a white one, and Akitoke a light blue one. The four orbs formed a large white circle around Kuro, and Kuro was thrust upward into the air, and his body was struck with electric waves of purity and darkness, his body being torn apart, his clothing flying off in some places.

But he did not scream. Did not whimper, or flinch. He merely stood there, looking down upon them all, and then dropped to the ground, as the spell ceased. His body covered in cuts and wounds, blood dripping to the ground, he stood up, clenching his blades. He looked to Kagome and her group, and lifted both of his swords.

"Sorrow."

He pushed the blades very deep into the ground, and a whirlwind of purple winds erupted from the ground, slashing at Kouga first. The wolf demon managed to jump back from the whirlwinds, and avoid taking any damage. Miroku was lucky enough to have Shiori's barrier protect him, and Akitoke was saved by Luna. Sango helped Kagome, grabbing her arm and pulling her away as Kuro stood in the midst of the whirlwind. When the winds died down, and the dust cleared, Luna was standing in front of Kuro, her hands on her heart.

Kuro spun his swords, preparing to strike, when she spoke.

"You're so sad...you've never had anyone actually love you since your parents died, have you...?"

"Priestess after priestess have tried doing this to me. I shall not allow myself to be given pity or sympathy, by you."

"I don't pity anyone. I can only help you. Will you let me help you?"

Kuro lifted his swords and swept them at her legs. Luna leapt up into the air, but landed down again, closer to him. Kuro held his monotone gaze, and then flipped backwards a few times, landing in front of the pedestal with the necklace set atop it. Luna slowly walked after him, and Kuro pointed his blades at her.

"I will not allow you to help me. I do not require assistance from you, nor anyone. I am the greatest swordsman this world has known, and that shall not change."

The rest of the group was watching curiously as Luna walked towards him. Kuro stepped behind the pedestal, crossing his swords in an ex fashion. Luna lifted her hands to the necklace and examined it in her fingers. Kuro's eyes popped open. She could touch it? No one was able to touch it except for Kuro. The barrier would harm them. Why was she able to touch it? Kuro spun his swords, raising them into the air in a stabbing stance, and then froze. Her hands rested on his shoulders when she was done placing the necklace around his neck, and she smiled.

"It looks good on you."

"..."

Luna's eyes closed tightly when he thrust downward at her, she thought she was going to be stabbed. She heard the sound of sword sink into stone, however, and opened her eyes. Kuro was on one knee, his swords thrust into the ground on either side of him. His left hand was on the knee that was not against the ground, and his other hand was balled into a fist, resting against the ground.

"Master. You may call me Kuro. Please, give me an order."