InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Flawfully Yours ❯ The Start of the Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Flawfully Yours

Author: Helios Rion

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual Content (not explicit)

Pairings: You vote for whoever you want:

Kagome/??

 

Spoilers: None really, except for a few mentionings. I might refer to a few things in the past, but not much. After all, this is alternate universe.

Crossover: Inuyasha/Yu Yu Hakusho

Disclaim Her: Nothing is mine! I swear! *gleefully hides away Sesshoumaru and Kurama and Hiei* Nope, nothing! Muahahahahaha!

 

A/N:I don't have that much to say, only that I may not get a few of the spellings right. Scratch that, I know I won't. Anyway, I've worked hard on this chapter, and I must say that it was fun to write. Chapter Two will bring things a bit up to pace, if you know what I mean. I expect some reviews, so please do so! On with the story:

 

 

 

 

~.~

~. Flawfully Yours .~

~.~

 

Helios Rion

 

 

Chapter One: The Start of the Beginning

 

 

 

Drip.

 

Drip.

 

Drip.

 

There are so many things I wish to say but I cannot. And so, while I find myself in my dire need to speak out, I have written instead. My tale is one of immense sorrow, pain, and amidst it, betrayal. And yet, looking back, I also know that it held a love unforeseen in its power and a hope far greater than any mortal can imagine.

 

But I am not quite ready to reveal much more than that. It would spoil the story that I strive to tell.

 

Drip.

 

Drip.

 

Drip.

 

I feel so old, and perhaps I am. It's been awhile since I lost track of time. That's another issue, though. For a moment, I can fulfill your desire to know more. No more than that. No less than that.

 

I wish I could bring you through my memories; but that wouldn't be fair on your part, as I have the most horrific images roaming around . . .

 

But, I find that I'm not ready to write this down just yet. My hand is shaking as I write these words. Oh, but this is so unfair! For a moment . . .

 

I think . . . I believe I have solution. If you would be willing, perhaps you could see it from different perspective. One not my own. If you trust me, which I'm sure you don't, then read on. I think you're in for the long haul . . .

 

Drip.

 

Drip.

 

Drip.

 

And in the background, the black bottle of tipped over ink continued to spill over the book, marring the words as they appeared.

 

 

.::||~+~||::.

 

Shikari the Hellcat sighed as she picked her way carefully through the castle. It really would only be a matter of time before she found the treasury. She was almost positive that the dratted brat had the breathtaking jewels hidden somewhere in the West Wing.

 

Creeping silently around a sharp turn, she was thankful she had chosen to wear the traditional garbs of an assassin. It wasn't that she was here to kill anyone, indeed not, but Shikari had been hired on as thief. And it wasn't just any job she was doing . . .

 

No, she was currently in the process of robbing Prince Koenma, Ruler of the Rekai.

 

Shikari considered herself doomed the moment she took on the job. She may have been a thief of reputed reputation as a criminal mastermind, but there was no way anyone, not even the Great Thief Youko, could pull of a robbery in this particular house.

 

The mansion was warded against such things, and so many past attempts such as this one had only led Koenma to strengthen them. Sighing to herself, she wondered when she was going to be caught. It wasn't like she had, had a choice.

 

That's right; Shikari had been forced to do this from the start. It wasn't something she was particularly proud of, but it had happened. It first started with the mysterious “Naraku” threatening her, than it had escalated to him promising death to those closest to her. This, in all reality, was a very good threat. Or bad, depending on how you looked at it. If there was anything she cherished more than her stolen goods, it was her family and friends. Though they were few and far between.

 

Stealing a look to her left, she bound into the room closest to her. Peeling open her eyes, Shikari could barely contain a gasp.

 

Mountains of gold coins and glittering jewels that would beguile any normal and ripe thief piled before her proudly. For only a moment she pondered that she may take more than what was required. Sighing, she shoved the thought to the far back of her mind.

 

Before stepping any closer into the room, she whispered a few words that quietly disabled any spells or traps in the room. Cautiously she ventured in.

 

`It could take years to find that stone he wants,' she thought viscously to herself. `But thankfully Naraku sent me this.' Around her neck was a very peculiar looking choker. It was black with the traditional metal dog spikes, but it also had sapphires and emeralds inlaid around the spikes. It wouldn't normally look like anything special, but it really was. It would glow when anything dangerous was near. Also, it told her (literally) when something useful or productive was about to happen and where.

 

Slinking nearer the middle of the room, the necklace sent a though to her.

 

:It's here. To the left.:

 

Shikari started, still not used to the little voice inside her mind. Shaking her head, she followed its directions.

 

Soon enough, she had a shining pink jewel in her hand. It sent not un-pleasant shocks through her, but she ignored it in favor for getting out of the castle. She was only surprised that she had gotten so far without being caught.

 

The tenshi youkai, for that was what she was, bounded off hurriedly.

 

For a while, it went good.

 

:There are particular creatures coming up behind you: the choker, Helios, sent to her.

 

:Well, I'm just going to have to run faster, ne?: she sent back.

 

Shikari did so, and hastened to find the exit she had first come through. Turning a corner, she faltered when a large hand grabbed her shoulder and yanked her back.

 

Yelping, she fell backwards into an uncomfortable grip.

 

“Yeow! Lemme go!” she shouted, struggling in their hold.

 

“Not in this lifetime, missy,” came the distinctly male reply. `Great,' she thought, `it's one of those ogres.' Falling slack, she sighed. While she didn't want to get caught, she didn't exactly want to give whatever she had over to Naraku. For some reason, she felt as if was too . . . pure . . . for the vile creature that ordered her around.

 

“Okay,” she said meekly, “but if I go willingly, will you cut me some slack?”

 

 

..:||~+~||::.

 

 

Prince Koenma sighed. He had the worst migraine. It had been an excruciatingly long day. First off, he had been bombarded with paperwork everywhere, as he usually was. But this wasn't just any paperwork, it was overdue paperwork.

 

Next, he was startled out of his work by an urgent letter from his dad that demanded he see to the fool Naraku. Naraku had been pestering the Rekai for years, but had only just recently been classified as an actual threat.

 

Which meant more work.

 

Joy.

 

Turning back to the problem at hand, he stared blandly at the thief before him. Koenma's guards, the ogres, had caught her trying to steal the sacred Shikon no Tama. Not only was that a crime itself, but the girl had also been admittedly working for Naraku. Suddenly, he felt his headache worsen.

 

The demon, Shikari, was an odd case. He had, had George, one of his faithful ogres, pull up a file on her. She was nearing two-hundred years old, young for a demon, and was considered one of the best thieves in the underworld. That in itself should have been something he already knew, but it wasn't. Koenma frowned. He'd have to work on his informants.

 

Shikari was a pretty thing, with ebony black hair that was sealed in a braid down to her thighs. Two platinum blonde streaks of long hair framed her delicate heart shaped face. She had the most engaging eyes he had ever seen. They often changed colors to fit with her mood, and at the moment they were a silver shade of uneasiness.

 

She was wrapped in black clothes head to toes. The shirt was tight and ended just above her navel. It was sleeveless, but thanks to long, black leather gloves, her arms were protected anyway. She wore loose fitting pants that were suddenly tightened at her ankles, which left a little bulge at her feet. Around her waist was a silver sash that tied in the front; its two long ribbons hanging down past her knees in the front. She also wore boots, although the knee-high things were hidden underneath her pants.

 

All-in-all, Shikari the Hellcat was not missing anything in the looks department.

 

“So, Shikari, you work for Naraku, correct?” Koenma asked patiently.

 

“Well . . . it's complicated,” came the slow reply.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Naraku's been threatening me for a while, but only recently did he go to the lengths of involving my close family and friends. He-”

 

“Threatening?” Koenma interrupted sharply. “Why didn't you just come to the authorities?”

 

Shikari scowled. “You seem to forget my status as a thief, your majesty,” she said sarcastically.

 

Prince Koenma glared the girl. She had a point, he admitted grudgingly.

 

“All right, continue,” he ordered.

 

“Well, as I was saying, I don't know much about the guy, only that he wants this,” she retorted, holding up the glistening jewel in her palm. “I may be wrong, but I think it holds a lot of power,” she stated questioningly.

 

“It does,” responded the reluctant Prince. “It's known as the Shikon no Tama, or the Jewel of Four Souls. It has the power to grant one wish, and will multiply a demon's strength tenfold. I've only got a vague history on how it was made. A great miko, Midiriko, (a/n: Spelling?) fought a battle with a demon a very long time ago. The fight was endless, and they were both tiring. So, in a last effort, she gave her pure soul up and bound both hers and the demons in and endless plight within that very same jewel.”

 

Shikari looked thoughtful as she contemplated the shikon in her hand. Gazing at it, she thought, `So much power in this tiny thing. No wonder Naraku wants it so bad.'

 

“So your saying that if I had actually given this to Naraku, he would be unbeatable?” she asked.

 

“In a sense, yes,” Koenma said.

 

“Well, it's a good thing I didn't, I suppose. He does seem rather evil, don't you think?” She cynically bit out.

 

Koenma smiled dryly. “Yes, I expect so.”

 

A few moments of silence passed before Shikari shifted on her feet. She wondered exactly what was going to happen to her. She voiced the concern out loud.

 

The Prince thought for a moment. `I feel a strange power coming off her. Despite the fact that she's a criminal, she must be pure in heart. After all, the jewel would have been tainted by now if she wasn't, after holding it that long.' He gazed at her considerately. `I have an idea . . .'

 

“Normally because you're a criminal, I would have you killed,” Shikari blanched at this. “But because you've been so willing and were coerced into doing this in the first place, I have a task for you. It's won't be easy.”

 

“I'd do anything to get out of being squashed like a fly,” she said blandly.

 

Koenma chuckled before continuing. “Well, Naraku is a peculiar case. About five hundred years ago he first came in contact with that jewel. Needless to say, he was very powerful for a short while, before a young group of warriors slew him. Normally we would have dragged the hanyou back to the Rekai by his ears, as he's supposed to be dead, but we've been . . . delayed . . . recently,” he added, thinking about Yusuke and the Dark Tournaments.

 

“This is where you come in. We'll send you back five hundred year into the past-”

 

“What?” she snapped. Shikari shook her head. “You've got to be kidding me. How can you do that?”

 

Koenma looked slightly irritated that she had interrupted his speech, but answered her nonetheless.

 

“It won't be easy, but we'll manage.” Rubbing his forehead wearily he sighed and gazed into her eyes, which were lavender with a faint trace of surprise. “Look, I'll get to the point. Right now the Spirit Detectives are a bit tangled up, and we need your help. If you do this, I'll pardon you of all your crimes, and you can leave a free person.”

 

Shikari thought for a moment before flashing him a grin.

 

“Okay! I'll do it! Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I'll be back before you know it! I'm sure Naraku can't be that hard to beat; after all, he's only a hanyou. Speaking of that-”

 

“There's a catch,” Koenma interrupted once more.

 

“- I'm sure that there . . . what?”

 

“There's a catch,” he repeated.

 

Shikari sighed wearily. “I should've known. What is it?”

 

“You'll have to be entirely human for a time. No powers or nothing. You can't tell anyone.”

 

Shikari's eyes flashed a deep purple.

 

“You're kidding me,” she stated blandly.

 

“No.”

 

“Human? I've got to be human? Do you realize how much harder this is going to be? I -”

 

“I know,” he cut her off. “But trust me; you'll get plenty of help. I'll make sure of that.”

 

She sighed wearily and fingered the jewel in her palm. She looked at it and really thought about what she was about to do.

 

“Will I be taking this with me?” she asked.

 

“I'll take that as a `yes, I'm going' then,” Koenma smiled. “And yes, you'll need that jewel, just don't reveal that to anyone either. Well, we're going to need to get everything prepared.” He stood up from behind his desk. Lately he'd been going around in his teenager form, as he'd finally gotten out of his `toddler' stage, much to Yusuke's amusement.

(a/n: I'm not sure if that's true, but this is an AU, so deal with it. ^^;)

 

“What do I need to do?” Shikari questioned. She took a step closer too his desk.

 

“At the moment, nothing. Just leave everything to me. We'll have you off in no time,” Koenma smiled. `There's nothing I like better than a plan going right,' he thought smartly.

 

“Aren't you going to disguise me?” she inquired.

 

“About that, yes,” he said suddenly. Snapping his fingers, the demoness swiftly changed forms from a stunning tenshi youkai into a normal Japanese teenager. She had long black hair to her mid-back and shining blue eyes. Her collar was hidden, as was he previous clothes. Now she appeared to be wearing a normal school girl fuku.

 

Shikari summoned a mirror and looked at herself appraisingly. While she wasn't a beauty, she wasn't unattractive either. Smiling slightly, she dismissed the mirror.

 

“Oh, one last thing,” Koenma added. Walking around his desk towards her, he took the jewel from her hand. Placing it between his thumb and index fingers, he placed the Shikon no Tama at her throat. In a flash of bright light, the shikon disappeared.

 

“It's in your collar,” he explained. “You won't have to remember it or anything. Just keep it safe. And remember not to let anyone in the Feudal Era see it. We wouldn't want a paradox.”

 

Shikari grinned and nodded her head.

 

“I suppose we wouldn't.”

 

Koenma summoned George and instructed that he find Shikari a room for the night. She flashed him one last smile before trailing after the ogre.

 

Koenma sighed and rubbed his temples. `She'll be a handful when she gets back. I'll arrange for her to fit into normal life tomorrow. I've got the perfect shrine in mind. Schools, friends, bleeh. I'm glad I won't have to deal with that.'

 

“Good luck, Kagome Higurashi,” he muttered before turning back to his paperwork.