A/N: So, this is my first time trying yuri (femslash) and romance. Hopefully this attempt goes well, as I expect this to be a bit ooc (out of character) because it's been a long while since I've watched any episode of Inuyasha, about one or two years, so IDEAS are needed and appreciated to get this story moving constantly. Also, I will make the chapters after this around 5,000 to 10,000 words (if I have enough patience) and I will not update until I got a few more chapters mapped out, but don't worry, I WILL update.
Unbetaed, so if you spot any errors, PLEASE point them out to me. I do not know how to get a beta and I don't like to bother people.
Word Count (not including A/N): Around 3,500
Update 9/8/12: Removed some grammatical errors.
Azure eyes watched as the male robed in red silk followed the luminescent serpents through the forest, the soul catchers guiding him towards to what was surely their mistress loyally. She couldn't really decide which to call him, a man or a child. He was sometimes both or too much of one to place him.
Her eyes were tracing the moonlit scales of one of the retreating serpents, their forms reminding her of beautiful snakes, when it turned. Dark eyes gazing into her own, it cocked it's head, it's gaze imploring and seemingly child-like. She wasn't really even sure if it was looking at her. Kagome felt wary and unnerved by them just as much as she felt somehow happy to see them. Perhaps they were connected just as she was connected to Kikyou?
She dared to smile at it, and when she did, the serpent nodded silently before weaving through the trees after it's kin, proving that it was indeed looking at her.
Kagome stared after it, in confusion, in awe, before sighing. The scorching coals of jealously that use to burn in the pit of her stomach had vanished, and now she only felt resignation and her attraction to the hanyou fading. Inuyasha would never choose her, not really. She was a mere reflection of Kikyo in his eyes, only a living reflection. The most he could ever see her as without feeling the guilt of loving an echo of Kikyou was as a friend, perhaps even a tool now that she thought about it.
She didn't blame Kikyou for this, though. It wasn't her fault that Inuyasha loved her more than he loved Kagome. Inuyasha loved Kikyou first, just as Kikyou loved him first.
She felt a throb of sadness.
Sometimes, she wished she was more like her, graceful, mature, beautiful. Even powerful. Kagome had no delusions that she was as or more powerful than Kikyou. Kikyou was deadly and trained. Kagome knew she had potential but she'd never be able to fully realize it, having not been trained properly at a young age like all mikos in this age.
She felt longing in her heart, but she knew not what it was she wished for. Was it for her to be more like Kikyou? For Inuyasha to love her, a mere reflection of his first love?
Or maybe. . .
Jealously reared its head, and she denied that she even thought that. There was no possible way that she was. Besides, even if she was, it would never happen.
Fur tickled her forearm, bringing her out of her musings as her eyes landed on the form sprawled out in her lap, his leg and tail twitching. Shippo mumbled something unintelligible along with something that sounded suspiciously like 'idiot Inuyasha'. She smiled before letting her gaze sweep over her other friends.
They lay sleeping, the demon slayer tucked in an extra sleeping bag, her demonic two-tailed cat curled up against her bosom. The monk Miroku was sleeping against the harsh bark of a tree's trunk, his head tilted to the side and mouth open as he subconsciously held his staff against his shoulder. He refused the offer for a sleeping bag, for reasons she did not know. Perhaps he felt confined and vulnerable within one.
The only one who wasn't here, sleeping, was Inuyasha. Off to go see Kikyou, wrap her lithe form in his arms and kiss her sof-
Her head thumped softly against the tree she was leaning on in exasperation, closing her eyes, as the fire within the makeshift hearth danced and flickered, causing the wood to crackle and ash to float up with the smoke that seemed to reach for the night sky. The reflection of flames burned within her sapphire eyes and caused her face to become alight with warm shades of red and orange. She casted her eyes towards the stars that were sprinkled across the sky.
Why was she thinking so much about Inuyasha and Kikyou? She'd already come to terms with the fact that Inuyasha would not choose her, so why did she continue to feel that flicker of jealousy when she thought of them together?
Inuyasha belonged to Kikyou first, didn't he? Odd, that when she put it that way she didn't feel that pang of possesiveness. . .
Perhaps. . .
Kikyou belonged to Inuya─there it was again, snarling within the depths of her mind.
No. She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head in denial. She suddenly felt like she could cry. Nope, there was no way she was attracted to Kikyou. She was NOT gay, maybe curious, but not gay. Oh, how did this even happen?
Ugh, why does everything have to be so complicated? Kagome wondered. First I fell in love with Inuyasha, who's in love with you, and now, Kagome loathed to admit it,it almost seems like my attraction to Inuyasha has shifted to you, Kikyou! Why, why, why! She's a miko like me for heaven's sake! How could I get a crush on her of all people?! Mikos aren't even suppose to fall in. . . love.
Kagome felt that sounded very hypocritical of her.
But Kikyou was the one to fall in love first, she can do it again. . . she isn't even a true miko anymore, is she? She's unliving. A rebellious part of her consciousness whispered enticingly to her, urging her to surrender to the possibility.
Kagome blinked, her mind turning in other directions to ignore the urging, before realizing something completely unimportant.
Does anybody here even know what gay means, or do they simply think that loving the same gender is a sin? When does the word gay become an actual word? Is gay just a description for men attracted to men and lesbian for women?
She paused in her thoughts, before she slumped, her back being scraped by the bark in frustration, causing Shippo to grumble in his sleep before shifting into a more comfortable position on her lap.
Why am I even thinking this! There are more important things to be thinking about. . .
She ignored the errant thoughts again.
You like Kikyou. It sung.
Her eyebrow twitched at her own rebellious thoughts.
You love Kikyou! It cooed, causing Kagome to angrily roar inside her head, irritated beyond belief. How could she even love her when she hardly even knew her?
SHUT UP! BESIDES, SHE LOVES INUYASHA!
Kagome sighed and closed her eyes, not even noticing that it the sky was beginning to meld into a lighter shade of blue over the time she was arguing with herself.
I'm going crazy. . .
And with those last thoughts she let the darkness overwhelm her and drag her into a restless slumber, which was oddly filled with silver eyes that tormented her. Kagome would wonder when she awoke if anyone had silver eyes besides the blind, but the eyes weren't the same milky color, more of a devastating metal-like hue that shined like poised blades.
A figure padded silently into the camp, bare feet brushing against the dew-covered grass and golden eyes watching as Kagome had tilted her head slightly in her sleep and gave out a distressed groan, her eyes flashing behind her eyelids. The eyes, which belonged to a silver-haired male, softened. The dog ears atop his head twitched, and glanced out into the fading darkness of the forest. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, waiting for some kind of sign as his hand clasped the hilt of his sheathed blade. With his eyes, nose and ears finding nothing alarming he relaxed, releasing his hold against the blade.
Inuyasha turned his gaze back to Kagome and noticed she was trembling. He assumed it was from the cold as the fire had long since turned to smoldering ashes. He found Kagome's backpack and searched through it to find a blanket, or something similar to protect her from the cold. Having found what he was searching for, he pulled out a dark blue blanket folded up neatly to conserve space for other necessities.
He walked towards Kagome before leaning forward and draping the blanket across her and completely covering Shippo, before leaping up into a tree and grasping a tree branch, easily pulling himself up. He settled down on into a comfortable spot and folded his arms, sinking into a nap.
He didn't notice that Kagome's shivering increased at a near convulsive rate and her eyes snapped open in fear, unseeing, before slipping back into a more seemingly relaxed slumber.
Shippo blearily opened his eyes, wondering what had pulled him out of a nice dream of defeating Inuyasha and Kagome teaching him how to 'sit' him, before realizing he couldn't see. He nearly jumped up when he found it was cloth and that he had strong, feminine arms wrapped around his frame protectively. His heart beat took a more healthy pace and he pulled down the covers to see his surrogate mother, making him smile innocently. Sometimes he wished his Mama was a demon too, just like him so he'd have another thing in common with her.
He wrapped her arms around him and went off to sleep, he too, not noticing that his Mama, Kagome, had started crying in her sleep.
The arms that were coiled around Shippo tightened just the tiniest bit and Kagome whispered.
"Mama, Grandpa, Souta, everyone. . . run. . ."
The next morning Kagome woke before everyone and had no recollection of her nightmare. She felt so very weak, so very tired, that she could hardly stand on her own two feet after having just woke up. She had set Shippo down and covered him with the blanket, finding that she could not get anymore sleep. After waking herself up good and taking a few minutes to relax she got up with a bit of difficulty.
Searching around her she realized everyone was still asleep and Inuyasha had returned, having caught a flash of red up in the tree she had taken solace beneath. She furrowed her brow when she realized that even he was asleep, and demons didn't need that much sleep, including hanyous.
She glanced at the sky, dim sunlight filtering through the trees, and realized it would be probably be around six. Usually she'd be around the last to wake up, so why had she woken up so early? The sky was a faded blue, near white with all the clouds. The sun was hanging just above the horizon, bathing whatever it could reach with warm rays of sunlight. It was partially hidden by dark cumulus clouds, forewarning her of storm.
She jumped suddenly when she felt a near intangible wet tendril curl around her abdomen, filled with a near icy cold feeling that for some reason caused Kagome to blindly reach out, on reflex, and groped for it like a blind beggar, only for her hand to go through it, becoming soaked with clear liquid. There was a peculiar scent permeating into the air, making her body forcefully relax.
She didn't understand why she was doing this, why she couldn't find it in her to call out for her friends as it pulled her gently towards the woods. Her legs seemed to not want to obey her commands to stay firmly planted against the ground and followed the tugging that wished for her to walk into the now suddenly foreboding forest. She could no longer see the beauty of the wildlife when she was possibly being pulled into the maw of death.
She did not understand why this was happening, she had left the jewel shards in her backpack. Did whatever the thing enchanting her to follow it want them and presumed she had them on her or what?
Once she was dragged through the thick brush, minutes or hours having passed as she was leisurely dragged, the tendril recoiled from its grasp on her, distorting the air as it pulled back. She found herself at a small pond, its waters dark and inky looking. She began to tremble in cold. She couldn't feel any demonic aura. She glanced around cautiously, searching as much as she could with her limbs seemingly stuck to her sides.
She nearly jumped when the pond bubbled and spiralled, inky liquid flung into the air before the waters sprouted upward, like a fountain, forming a pillar of blood as the dark waters bled red. A feminine figure formed, dripping with the dark blood-like water. She was clothed in a near garish red dress, long and lined with gold.
Kagome's eyes widened. The woman had pointed elf-like ears, longer that Sesshomaru's own, that were pierced with beautiful gem earrings, though none hang on a chain, instead curling around her earlobe like a band.
Slitted silver eyes gleamed at her, surrounded by a pale white but beautiful face that was framed by blood red locks. The woman, or demon, smiled at her, brandishing pearl white canines that would have made Kagome flinch if she could have, but she couldn't, not when she felt like she was in some sort of trance that sapped her free will.
The demon raised a clawed hand, her nails long and deadly looking, contradicting her delicate looking hand.
"Come here, sweet Kagome. . ." The woman purred.
Kagome had truly, never felt more helpless than she did now, not when she was captured, not when she was held hostage or being unable to stop Inuyasha from loving Kikyo. She struggled frantically against the unyielding hold to no avail. Her body slowly but surely made its way to the edge of the pond.
The woman pouted, somehow knowing that Kagome was adamant against not obliging her command, even though she couldn't stop her if she tried.
"Come now, little miko, don't fight. It'll only make my experiment more difficult and painful." The woman asked, smiling menacingly when Kagome's eyes widened and her struggle for control increased due to desperation, her mind screaming out questions.
The crimson-haired woman levitated towards Kagome, gliding with inhuman grace across the pond.
"Your pure, little bird. From the moment I felt your caged aura calling me last night, you were mine. Who could resist such a powerful, pure prescence? It's exactly what I need for the change." The woman paused when Kagome blinked, her fear subsiding momentarily due to confusion.
"Do you not know? Your very aura washed over me, over every demon strong and near enough to detect it. It was lovely, and I wish to taint that aura. I'm going to have the pleasure of destroying the purity within you, changing your very blood and ruining your miko powers."
Kagome's eyes widened in horror. What does she mean by that?!
"I'm not going to kill you, I assure you. I'm going to do something much. . . worse."
With a vile grin the demoness placed her palm against Kagome's face, her eyes glowing like the moon. Her other hand came and raised her arm, carving a symbol into the back of Kagome's hand, making her whimper even within the trance as fresh blood dripped into the edge of the pond with a 'plop'. Kagome faintly noticed a tail slipping out from behind the demoness' dress, scales of ivory and seaweed green wrapping around it in intricate patterns. It snaked around her, binding her even further, as if whatever enchanting her wouldn't be enough.
It was a logical decision, when the trance was literally ripped apart by her writhing.
Kagome wanted to scream when the pain hit her, but she could not with the tail that slithered over her mouth the moment she opened it, muffling her attempts. The agony that scarred her soul and constricted around it, suffocating it, was unbelievable. She could not hear anything. She couldn't see anything but a blinding darkness that flashed white when her suffering became almost too much to bear. She didn't even have the release that was screaming to somehow soothe some part of the pent up strain. Her eyes flared, aching when she so desperately wanted to claw them out of her sockets. She felt something else too, something that reminded her of when her soul, or Kikyo's soul was being extracted from her to return to the other miko.
Everything burned, even the sprinkles of water now falling on to her flesh from the heavens.
Would anyone save her? Did anyone care that she was in pain inside her own mind, unable to do anything to soothe the burning of her insides? Inuyasha probably didn't even know she wasn't at the camp, sleeping like the rest.
She could feel something twisting and churning beneath her skin, through her veins. She could even feel it coil around some kind of energy within her and smother it, attempting to remove and devour it from her body.
After what felt like an eternity of pain Kagome slumped over, her mind and body exhausted, still standing with the tail coiled around her. Her eyes felt like lead, unable to open them to see her abuser. Her body could not move, as if she was a stringless puppet whose master had long since abandoned her. She felt the palm on her face turn her head towards the monster that was hidden within a woman's skin.
She felt hollow.
"The pain and numbness are only temporary, and when you awake you will no longer be a miko."
What? Kagome's mind weakly whispered. Thunder was booming high in the sky, echoing.
"I took away your powers that make you a miko, and replaced them with something more, as you might say, corrupted." The monster answered, and Kagome could just feel that disgusting grin creep on the demoness' face, twisting it into something ugly.
But that didn't matter did it? Because she could no longer sense anything. What use was she now when she couldn't sense demons? She didn't even feel the jewel shards back at the camp like she could earlier.
Would Inuyasha want her here anymore? Would he discard her like a broken tool?
"How ironic, becoming the very thing you mikos are sworn to fight against. Miko no more, demon reborn. . . ahahaha!" The woman broke into fits of maniacal laughter at her stupid but accurate rhyme.
It all seemed like just a game to her, Kagome mused brokenly. Is my torment nothing to her?
"Now that that's over and done with, I'll tell you my name, just so you can know who to hate for the rest of your demonic life."
Kagome didn't want to know, she didn't want to remember this at all. It'd be easier to let go if she didn't know this woman's name.
"My name. . . is Michiyo." She had paused for a dramatic effect, which only served to anger Kagome. "Remember it, little bird. Remember it and curse that name for the rest of you existence, so that when we meet again I can destroy the monster you become."
Michiyo growled suddenly, primal and strong. Kagome heard feet pounding against the ground, sounding as if they were coming towards her and the demon. She felt hope bloom inside her chest. She wasn't able to see but she could tell it was her friends.
"Bye, bye, little bird." Hope was replaced by dread.
And with that Kagome felt herself fall on to the ground, the sound of water shooting up in torrents and a hazy sensation washing over her, before everything was calm once again. She realized she no longer felt the grass which would surely be beneath her, instead warm sand grating against her skin and the sound of waves rushing up against a shore filling her ears.
She struggled weakly to raise her head, attempting to open her eyes. After a few good minutes she succeeded, and saw that she was not in the same place as she was before, mountains looming over in the distance. There was a large cliff far off to her left and there didn't appear to be a village nearby.
She struggled to lift herself, but failed and decided to merely lay there ungainly sprawled out on the sand. Exhaustion hit her and her eyes closed, her body feeling heavy from the pain and the lack of sleep she had received last night.
Will anyone save me?