InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Eyes ❯ Chapter 1

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Desolate blue eyes, parched pale pink lips, blood matted obsidian hair…they all were beautiful attributes, at least in his vision. She looked like a fallen angel, so depressing, yet so beautiful.
His long spider like fingers caressed her pale blood stained cheek. His sharp thin talons burrowed into her cheek, tearing the flesh as his thumb smudged her own blood across her lips, yet those eyes remained dead.

A smirk twisted the corners of his thin pale lips; she was his.
The foolish hanyou and her other companions were fallowing a dying trail, even if they did find his lair, he would once again diffuse anger and miasma, dulling their judgment and senses until it was too late.
He had to admit he rather liked this form of the jewel.

The girl before him, in their last battle, had fused with the jewel in it's own effort to protect itself. No one was certain until that day if the jewel truly had a mind of its own, now they were certain.
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A growl was heard amongst a group of travelers, but it did little to frighten or deter them, for it was becoming a common sound amongst them.

At the front of the group marched an Inu-hanyou, fangs bared and eyes glinting with determination and anger. Behind the hanyou treaded a monk and a taijiya both wearing grim expressions, resolve hardening their eyes. The monk carried a curse that threatened to take his life with each passing day, and the slayer carried he resolve and above all mind set for the revenge of her clan. Upon the monk's shoulder stood a kitsune kit, sorrow and tenacity shown in his eyes, having lost both his birth parents and now a member of his family that was becoming stronger then blood; spurred by his demonic heritage he was determined to retrieve what he saw was his.
A small twin tailed neko was seated on the taijiya's shoulder a flaming anger contained in her heart shown in her eyes, even the little cat was determined.
This rag tag group was brought together by one reason the destruction of Naraku, but one, their missing member, held it together. They had formed and odd family, but a family nonetheless.
They all looked weary and tired even the demons looked about to collapse, which was because they had marched for a week straight with little to no breaks, ignoring their bodily needs and limitation they kept on. Unknown to them a pair of crimson eyes fallowed them glinting with curiosity.
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Her throat felt dry as she forced herself to swallow down the bile that began churning in her stomach.
Her shoulders began to shake as her lungs seized trying to clear themselves of the muck they had accumulated. Her head bent as she coughed up the acidic fluids.
Her bound wrists prevented her from wiping the excess fluids away. Her arms were rubbed raw at the wrists, and her ankles were in no better condition.
Her once clean school uniform now barely covered her in thin strips.
She was becoming thin, too thin.
Though through out all his efforts, she still remained defiant, he supposed that is what he liked about her most, other then her eyes and the shikon, of coarse, her defiance.

Her breathing was raged and labored, and her wounds were acquiring infections.
He should see to that, not wanting her to die, no not at all.
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Her gaze lifted from the-oh-so familiar stone flooring, to the one who dare enter her cell. Her once soft, friendly blue eyes that were filled with cheer and innocence now cut like an icy blade, piercing and judging any who dare come near her.
The wind sorceress simply brushed off the glaring blue eyes, but gave a small unnoticeable shiver as the feeling of ice ran over her skin.
The girl had learned to glare, Kagura had to give her that, but other wise she was nothing more then a play toy.
Kagura had no doubt that if the girl ever got free, she would come to serve vengeance, though her power might lack she would kill go to such lengths to ensure her prominent revenge. The girl's eyes had become that of a warrior, cold and fearless, death meant nothing to the priestess.

Slowly almost hesitantly Kagura began cleaning the girl's slowly infecting wounds, the miko never faltered in her gaze.

Kagome had lost count of the days she had been here, in this hell. At first she felt fear, not knowing where she was then terror when Naraku entered.
Overtime she had learned to keep her eyes cold and biting like a blade, and her heart like stone so he had nothing to dangle, yet he still held her everything in the palm of his clawed hands, yet she tried to make him think he held nothing of her.

In the past months (she assumed) her innocence, her kind heart, her welcoming and trusting nature had all been raped away, physically and mentally.
She had spent many nights sobbing like a broken child, and whimpering whenever he entered, but soon she began to grow colder and more adept to the worlds true nature.
Once she had fused with the jewel, her whole world had turned upside down. She now had many voices in her head arguing and a constant battle waged in her mind, no she hadn't gained almighty demon powers/attributes granted by the `friendly demons' or miko training in her head from Midoriko, no instead, she had been bestowed with voices in her head constantly gnawing and her mind and sanity, if she hadn't taught herself to block them out, she would most likely been an empty shell. And that wasn't the only `gift' the jewel gave her, oh no along with that she had gained its own weaknesses, she could be used as well, and she could grant a wish, but she could never disappear, for no wish was pure, so they always came out warped, her miko ki had been amplified slightly and that was it. Consuming her energy/ki could grant immense, but temporary strength.
And it left her immensely drained and well, vulnerable.

“How long have I been here?” Kagome's raspy voice startled the wind demon from her duty.

“Two hundred moons and two hundred one suns, why?”
Kagome thought about it, roughly she had been here six months.

“Don't mind it, it is not for you to wonder.”

Kagura simply huffed and continued.

The only reason she had merged with the jewel was because she had wished it to be gone, but that was not to be so, well it was, but not what she wanted.
In a sort of light it had been protecting itself as well, when she wished upon it.
And she would regret.
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The forbidden child watched in slight curiosity and disgust as the traveling group skipped bathing and continued to trek on after their brief meal.
He wondered slightly what kept them going; he merely fallowed their group as a way to entertain himself for the time being.
From their stench he could guess they hadn't bathed for weeks.
`Hn, disgusting.' He mentally sneered at their lack of hygiene.

The hanyou halted, taking slightly by surprise and causing the others to trip over themselves and each other. His eyes narrowed, he didn't much like being taken by surprise.
“I…can't stand it!” the hanyou growled. Startling the others.

“Everyone needs to cleanse tonight, I can't stand the stench any longer!” The dog demon was finally beginning to understand Kagome's obsessive tendency to making the group bathe.
The koorime raised an eyebrow.

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That night all bathed until the hanyou was satisfied, then he made them wash the clothes Hiei was amused and disgusted by it slightly.

Sango shivered as a particularly cool breeze swept past causing her already wet cold body to become nearly frigid. Inu-Yasha wouldn't let her exit the river because of their lack of bathing. She scrubbed at her already red skin with the cloth and soap Kagome had gifted her with.
She was Flushed a bight shade of pink by the time she was allowed to exit the river.
She had rummaged through Kagome's pack remembering the girl say if she were ever in need she could use anything from the oversized bag.
Retrieving a new set of clothing she changed quickly before the boys returned.
She felt slightly uncomfortable in the sailor outfit Kagome normally wore, but it also permitted the scent of the one who wore them so often, and it calmed the taijiya slightly. Tugging a small blanket from the pack she soon fell asleep cocooned in the scent of cherry blossoms and cinnamon, Kagome's scent.

Hiei caught the slight scent of cinnamon and cherry blossoms.
`Where did that come from?' he wondered.

He watched as the two men returned clad in now dry clothes, when the monk caught sight of a puzzling sight. The taijiya was dressed in odd attire and wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep.
“It seems Lady Kagome is deeply missed by even our coldest member.” The monk whispered.
The taijiya proved his point by snuggling closer with her blankets and burying her face in the sweet scent.

Inu-Yasha for once decided to answer and not with his customary `Feh.'
“Yeah, I miss her to, though it hurts to admit, she really was the strongest of this group, maybe not physically, but mentally, and her honor was above all else, though even if the `good guy' pissed her off she would be upon him without hesitation strangling him until he turned blue.” Inu-Yasha chuckled dryly.

“Yes, but she also had a huge heart and innocence a child would envy, she worried for us even when we were visibly healthy…” The monk stated.
“Yeah, because she knew our mental wounds had yet to heal…I really hope she is alright…”

Hiei's interest was piqued, only slightly, but it had still captured his curiosity.

What type of person really was this `Kagome'?
What did she look like?
How old might she be?
Was she really that kind?
Where was she that they need be worried?

“She will always be in danger Miroku, if not for what she is, for what she has become…”

Hiei decided that even if something came along he would fallow the out of curiosity until he was sated.

With his mind made he leaned back and fell in to a light slumber.
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Bo ha ha ha!!! I leave you at a cliff! NA HA H A HA H! Pouts though I really wanted this to be a one shot, o' well ya win some you loose some this pairin' ain't gonna change so don't try it peeps!