"Hiroshi." Ayumi whispered. Who would believe that she, the miko of her village, had fell in love with the demon lord of the south. And now she was meeting him in their private place, which she had called him to. "I've got something to tell you." She gulped.
She had never feared him, which was the very reason he loved her. In fact, the first time they met, she spat in his face. And from that moment on, it was love.
Hiroshi walked through his forest, inspecting his land when he heard a shriek. Going towards it, he saw a young priestess easily killing off some of the lesser demons in his lands. She hardly even lifted a finger. He glared and growled at her. "Wench, how dare you come into my lands and purify my demons?"
"They attacked me. I simply defended myself." She tried to walk around him, but he grabbed her arms, squeezing hard. "Release me, my Lord." She said the title as though it were mud.
"Show respect. Bow to your alpha, human." He snarled, forcing her to the ground and squatting beside her as she pushed herself up. "Good submissive wench."
She glared up at him, anger rising within her. Staring into his face, Ayumi spat, smirking when it hit him.
He held a claw to the neck, licking the spit from his upper lip and smacking his lips. "Now tell me, why shouldn't I kill you, you disrespectful woman."
"It's simple, really." She smirked at him cockily, placing a dainty hand on his arm and stroking it. "You can't." She sent a small amount of purifying energy into his arm, grinning when it smoked and he jumped back.
He stared from his arm to her, his eyes suddenly locking on her large hazel ones. Sparks sizzled between the two. "You are right." he walked toward her, grabbing her hand. "But not for the reasons you think." Leaning down, he kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, "Meet me here tomorrow when the sun is at it's highest. Until then, little miko." With that, he vanished from the area, leaving a very shocked priestess.
"Yes, Ayumi?" Hiroshi asked, settling his hands on his love's waist. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
Ayumi nodded. She could only hope so. "I...Do you remember that night, the night of the meteor shower?"
Hiroshi nodded. "That glorious life when my darling gave me her all at least three times. Yes. I remember quite well. Are you trying to get me in the mood my dear, because I always am."
She shook her head. "No. D-do I smell different to you...because I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant." He sniffed then buried his face in her hair. "Kill it." He said as though it were natural.
"K-kill it? Hiro, I will not kill my child."
"I can not take care of it. I am a demon lord. To have a human love and a hanyou child would be dishonorable. Kill it."
Ayumi nodded, tears in her eyes. "I have to go now." She turned, freeing herself and walking away. "And I never want to see you again, Hiro."
Hiroshi's eyes widened. "Yumi, you can't stay away from me."
"I can. And I will. Good bye." She left him alone, as though his feet were rooted to the spot. When she was sure he couldn't hear her, she whispered, "And I will not kill my little girl. Kagome will live. And we won't bother you, my LORD."
"Mommy." A onyx haired demon yanked on her human mother's sleeve. She was four years old, a mere pup but as intelligent as any eight year old. "Mommy, pay attention to me."
Ayumi turned away from the stove, looking down at her daughter who was currently yanking at her sleeve with her baby fangs. "What is it, love?"
The girl pup smiled, happy to have all attention on her. "Can I go play outside? I'll stay close."
"Of course, Kagome. Have fun." Kissing the tot, Ayumi allowed her daughter to rush out of the shack.
Kagome laughed merrily as she ran out of the house, bouncing towards the center of child activity in her village. "Hi." She greeted a group of children who were kicking a ball around.
They scorned her. "What do you want, demon?"
She ignored the way they addressed her and said, "I wanna play to."
"Okay then." A small boy grabbed a ball and threw it at her head, smiling when it hit her in the eyes. "Take that demon!" Soon he and his friends were throwing anything that they could get their hands on at her. Rocks, sticks, dirt.
A nearby mother noticed Kagome and gasped, running to her son. "Shin! Stay away from my baby, hanyou!" She kicked Kagome in the stomach, nodding firmly when the small girl clutched her stomach and fell to the ground. "Serves you right. Kids, get away from it."
When they had all left, Kagome forced herself up and limped into the forest in tears. "Mommy." She cried softly, gasping when she came face to face with a demon twice her size. "D-d-d..."
"Hello, little hanyou." He swatted his hand at her, knocking her into a tree.
Kagome cried out in pain as she fell to the ground. "Stop, please."
"Why? Who's going to save you? Your human mother? You're a bastard, so your father isn't coming to your aid. Who will?" He kicked her into the air, bouncing her on his knees as though she were a soccer ball. "No one!" With a final kick, he sent her flying into the deeper part of the woods.
Sobbing heavily, the young girl dragged herself to a spring, washing her wounds. She glared at herself in the water, hitting at it. "I am not a hanyou. I'm a pure breed. I am! I am! I am!" Satisfied, Kagome sulked back to her home, trying in vain to sneak past her mother.
"Kagome, what happened to you?" Ayumi asked, tears in her eyes.
"Nothing. I tripped." She lied, hoping it would stop her mother's tears from dropping. But alas, it seemed that her hopes were always disregarded, and her mother bursted into tears, hugging her. "Mommy, stop crying. I'm okay."
"No. This is my fault. I should have watched you. And protected you."
Kagome sighed softly, hugging her mom back. "Mommy, he said I was a bastard. What's that?"
Ayumi stroked her daughter's cheek. "A baby with no daddy."
"Where's my daddy?"
"I...I don't know." Ayumi whispered. "But he doesn't matter 'cause you've got me. Right?" She tickled her daughter, laughing softly.
Kagome giggled. "No! Stop please! Ah, mommy!" She laughed and struggled in her mother's arms. "I love you mommy."
"And I love you, my baby."
"Kagome, come in here!" Ayumi yelled from the shack. "Kagome!"
Sighing, Kagome leapt down from the roof gracefully, her feet hardly touching the ground. "I am here, mother." She was sixteen now, nearly a woman, nearly the appropriate age to mate. And my, was she beautiful. Her long midnight hair stopping at the back of her knees. Black stripes curving up her legs, starting at her knees. When the stripes reach her waist, they move to her back and curve over her shoulders, connecting in the valley of her breasts. She had one jagged black stripe on each cheek. And a purple and black half circle ( Facing down like a rising sun.) resided on her forehead.
Over the years, she had grown stronger, colder, more reserved. She had matured and learned quickly how to defend herself against dangerous youkai and weak ones. She was growing tired of being ridiculed. It was annoying for a simple human to belittle her, as it was anyone. She was stronger than every demon she had ever come across. What did they not understand. Hanyou this. Hanyou that. She wasn't that! She wasn't a hanyou, demon, or human. She was...nothing. Her own race perhaps, but she wouldn't let them classify her as anything.
"Would you stop being all silent for a moment? I want to show you something." She led her daughter into the house, left the room, and came back revealing a package. "Open it. It's your birthday gift, my sixteen year old."
Kagome sighed. "You didn't have to get me anything. Why didn't you buy something for yourself?"
"You always say that. This birthday, you are accepting my gift. Open it." She placed it in the young woman's arms.
"Fine." She gently unwrapped the package, her eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of her gift. "A new kimono. Thank you, mother." She held it up, inspecting it. It was beautiful, made of fine black and violet silk. The sash was silver and lavender. Kagome had never seen such a beautiful kimono. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome." Ayumi answered, seeing her daughter's lips twitch, her way of smiling. "I'm glad you like it dear. I picked out the colors specifically for your markings and your strange obsession with obscure things."
Kagome's eyes narrowed playfully. "It is not strange. Darkness is nice. It's so...different. I like to like things that not may other people do like. It's what makes me, what makes me special." She left the room to change into her kimono, then sniffed out her mother, finding her in the storage room in tears. "Mother?"
Ayumi sniffed, wiping her eyes vigorously. "Oh dear, I didn't see you. Oh, you look amazing."
"Why were you crying?" Kagome questioned, choosing to ignore the compliment. "And do not lie, I can smell it.■ She leaned slightly to look over her mother's shoulder, eyes narrowing at a painting of a man with markings like hers. "Who is he?"
"He's your father." The older woman said softly, running her fingertips over the picture's face. "So handsome, isn't he?"
"Hn. Looks like every other demon prick I know." She snapped, turning to leave the room. She paused in the doorway, holding onto the wall. "Tell me. What was his reason? For leaving us."
Ayumi sighed. She had known this day would come, but that didn't keep her from being unprepared. "Your father is a demon lord, Kagome. He couldn't have a hanyou daughter."
"I am not a hanyou." Kagome hissed at her mother.
"You should have been, dear. And he couldn't have a human love either. So...he asked me to kill you. I gave a false agreement and left, never to see them again."
"Right. Good night then." Kagome rolled her eyes and headed to her room, lying on her futon. She stretched, yawning as a dog would. Sighing, she closed her eyes, "I am a bastard because he wanted me dead, the dishonorable prick. I don't care." She rolled over and fell asleep. Hours later awakening and staring out the window. "I want to question him. I want to know why exactly. I want to hear it from him. I want to slaughter him." Mind made up, she wrote a note to her mother, lying it near her head. "I'll return, mother." With that, she escaped like a thief in the night, a black cloak covering her body, the hood effectively shielding her entire face. She'd find him. And she'd make him pay for leaving her mother.