After a few weeks, months more like, i got enough people to read this story.
Too bad, i didn't get enough reveiws to change the original pairing intention.
those who did reveiw, THANK YOU SO MUCH for your input. I am thinking of trying to add some of your ideas.
The pairings now are:
the typical IY pairings (eg. InuxKag, MirxSan, ect...)
OCxSess/OCxNar(kinda)/and thanks to input from Yuti-chan, I'll try to squeeze in OCxBankotsu.
the only reason that wouldn't happen is if I cant find a way to fit it into the initial story.
EDIT: The pairing will be OCxSess, and additionals are still up for debate. See details in the notes of Chapter 4.
Days had passed.
I learned much in a very short time. I found the man I grew to despise so quickly was my master. He requested that I call him Naraku. It was also explained to me that I was once part of him, and that where I and the others were was inside him. Because of this, I too have a scar on my back, which I have finally made out to be a spider. He said I was another one of his Incarnations. The idea of there being more like myself comforted me, but I have yet to meet these people.
I am locked in an empty room. I've given up trying to kill myself. Every time I do, I'll start to die, but then whatever I did to myself simply heals back together. These claws that have gutted me time and time again are flawless. After realizing that I can't die from these hands, I started using them on whatever I can come across. Every substance I've used them on so far has been cut through with ease. The walls of my room are torn to pieces, as is the floor, and I've run out of unmarked places to tear through.
I tried to escape time and time again. The doors are simple to cut down. Every time I attempt to exit though, I am met with a strange force that hurtles me back into this dreadful room. The man Naraku once commented about that being a barrier he put up to keep me from leaving. Everyday, I grow to hate him more.
I long for a room where I can see outside. I wish to gaze upon my first site again. The glowing white crescent in the sky, perfect in every way. The more I remember it, the more stunning the site is. The shape, the color, the cool glow it gave out, all locked away in my mind. What is it called, I wonder to myself, why is it there and what is its purpose? I have not seen it since that first night.
A new experience comes today.
The man Naraku comes to my room again. He enters as quietly as he normally does, and I stand respectfully. His eyes scan the shredded walls and floors, then flare with disapproval as they land on me. I bow my head, gritting my teeth. I feel an urge in my body to attack and end him, but I know I wouldn't stand a chance.
"It's time you met your sisters" he says coolly. His calm angers me, "Come." I follow him from the room obediently, not wanting to ruin my chance of finally leaving that prison.
The air outside is stagnant and hot, and it smells of dried blood. I flare my nose in disgust and raise my eyes to the sky. Clouds. I will not see the crescent tonight.
Naraku leads me in to another room. There are three others there. A woman is leaning against the far wall, and she appears annoyed. She has short black hair pulled back into a tail with feathers in it. Her narrowed eyes are maroon, and she chews on the end of a closed fan. White and pink stripes fall across her kimono, and lead my eyes down to her bare feet. Arrogance. I choose not to get on her bad side. There is another girl kneeling beside her. She is white all over, but her eyes are black like pits leading to Hell. A mirror sits in her lap, and just looking at it sends an eerie pulse throughout my body. Void. I immediately decide to never associate with her. Standing across from her is a boy decked out in green armor. He doesn't belong with them, he is not like us. His dark brown hair is pulled back into a pony, and his freckle-framed eyes stare blankly ahead of him. Pity. I wonder why he is here.
"These are your sisters, Kagura," Naraku gestures to the woman with the fan, "and Kanna." the mirror girl. He does not speak of the boy. I bow to the two, and glance at the male child, wishing to know his name.
"So this is your perfect creation, huh?" the woman Kagura sneers, "She looks like you."
"Regrettably, she still has flaws," he turns and leaves without another word. It's obvious they hate each others company.
The woman approaches and begins to circle me, taking in what she can, "What do you think Kanna?" The Void Child stands and glances her way, but says nothing, "Perfect Creation," she snorts, "That narcissist!"
I watch her from the corner of my eye, Must she speak as if I'm not here?! I feel my claws tighten into fists, but I banish the ferocity in my stomach with a simple blink of the eye.
"I feel sorry for you, looking like that bastard," her lips curl into a coy smirk, "How do you live with yourself?" I place my claw on my stomach, thinking of my reaction when I saw my reflection, I'm forced to live with myself. Kagura chuckles and begins to fidget with the fan she holds. Open. Close. Swoosh, open again.
"What's your name?" she asks. I stare at her fan, mesmerized by how it dances in her hand. "Hey! I asked you a question!" the fan snaps shut, and I glare up at her for stopping, "are you deaf?!" I narrow my eyes at her outburst, Why shout at me?! I've done nothing! "What's your name?!" Kagura demands again. I open my mouth to speak, Name? I have a name? Unless name is something else. No I'm pretty sure it's a title. I shake my head at her. "What?" her face contorts into confusion.
"She doesn't have one," the sweet apathetic voice cuts through the air like ice as the child Kanna answers her sister.
"What do you mean, she's got to have one!" she shouts in confusion. Kanna doesn't speak again.
The boy child raises his head, "Maybe Master Naraku plans to name her later," he offers, uncertainty in his voice. I certainly hope not, "How did you get your name Kagura?"
Kagura looks down at the boy, fury draining from her eyes, "Naraku chose that name for me," she breathes, realizing that her outbreak was uncalled for, "my apologies." Kagura bows her head to me, though it's closer to a nod. I feel a burn in my chest at her disrespect. She's not sorry in the slightest.
"This is Kohaku," Kagura gestures to the boy, her fan falling open again, "He's not an incarnation like the rest of us." She see's me as inferior and stupid. I'd almost rather be with Naraku then this wench. I nod to the boy, glad to know his name.
"Pleased to meet you," he chimes politely. I glance at him in acknowledgment, then turn my back to them. Perhaps there is no barrier outside this room, I tread to the door.
"Hey," Kagura shouts irritatedly, disliking being ignored. I don't pay any attention to the woman. I raise my hand to slide open the door as I saw Naraku do, only for three of my claws to rip through the rice paper. The door is inoperable to me. I have no idea how it is opened. Not wishing to seem a fool, I try again. Failure.
Kagura, Kanna, and Kohaku watch in awe as I feebly attempt such a menial task, failing only to tear the door apart more and more. Finally giving up, I step away from the mess I've caused, splinters littering the floor. I hear the others behind me breath through their noses, unsure of what to make of the chaos I've ensued on this innocent door.
"I see what Naraku meant when he said she has 'flaws'," Kagura snorts. She walks past me and, as if it were diseased, pulls open the remnants of the sliding door with two fingers, "Go on, destroy something in the courtyard." She points outside, ordering my depart. I feel my face scrunch up into a scowl, then shuffle past her, glad to be rid of my siblings.
So much for finding someone who shares my views.