InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos ❯ Begining ( Chapter 1 )

The world was still. Peace shone in a tranquil white light. Inu-Yasha was bathed in serenity. He felt, as he rarely did, warm and loved. Pillows of clouds comforted him, while a sweet smell fragranced the air. He lay still while his gentle paradise cradled him.

But that was only until the darkness came. A whirlpool of a black fire exploded, sucking up the soft light and shattering the peace. He found himself torn from his paradise and raked into the darkness. Inu-Yasha found himself in whirlwind of black fire and chaos. A cry of pain was wretched from his lips as the black flame engulfed him, searing him to the marrow of his soul. He drew the Tetsusaiga, his beloved demon sword, and swung. His eyes widen in shock as the Tetsusaiga failed to transform. Staying cold metal in his hands; his efforts seemed deadened. When the fire ran him through a second time, he screamed again, and his body became slack. Suddenly the whirlwind ended and he landed hard into a pit of black flame. He had no feeling of his body, but Inu-Yasha still tried to move. His efforts were in vain, no part of him would respond to his wishes.

As he laid there, body stunned, the black flames began to take shapes. Human forms made entirely of the dark heat danced in fervid ecstasy, while the unknown shapes of beasts seemed countless. There were some bodies too disfigured to call either man or beast, but these loomed well above the rest and seemed to hold auras of their own darkness. There was whispering. Endless hissing whispers. All the enflamed bodies were whispering to themselves, or to another, none stopping. The individual murmurs of the dark forms seem to be done quietly, but they were in such mass that the single whispershad become a resounding volume. Torturous moments stretched on as Inu-Yasha lie limp.

Then the whispering stopped as quickly as it had started. The fire-licked bodies began to dissipate until all that was left was Inu-Yasha and the darkness. The sounds of foot-steps began to echo.

Inu-Yasha struggled desperately to take back control of his body. The echoing foot-steps were approaching and he found himself thwarted by his own body. Panic and anger seared his mind, until a face appeared before him. Leaning over him was the face of Kagaome and for reasons that he did not understand this vision granted him reprieve from his torments. But the eyes that met him were not Kagome's. The eyes of Kagome glittered with love and innocence, but these held pain. These were sharp with wisdom but touched with deep sorrow. Inu-Yasha could never forget these eyes. The eyes of Kikyo, a woman whose heart he helped to break and a life that he helped to destroy.

"Inu-Yasha, I have not come to you tonight as your enemy. You and I may never settle the issues between the two of us, but I have grave news that you must hear" Kikyo started. "Dark fiends have entered our land. Creatures of unknown name and origin, who wield great power, have arrived. Before I arrived, you saw shadowy horrors did you not? This was my gift to you. A glance at the devil before it arrives. I am unsure of where they are going but they seem to be searching for something. It could very well be the Shikon jewel. At this moment I am in a far away village to the south, trying to block their passage. But my body is made of clay and cannot endure much longer. I have very little time and this will most likely be my farewell."

Anger flared inside Inu-Yasha. With all his effort he tried to raise his limp body. Again he was only met with nothingness and rage engulfed him. The resurrected priestess smiled then for the first time, gently. "I am sorry for the restraints," Kikyo smiled, "but time is narrowing. There is little room for arguments and questions, Inu-Yasha. I needed only to tell you that the villains are approaching and that I will soon be no more. Whatever they are, Inu-Yasha, please, stay away. They are a grave danger to both our world and the future." At this she bent down over his face and laid a soft kiss upon his lips. All he could see now was the beautiful face of this once beloved woman, surrounded by a gentle curtain of her black hair, and the tears that flowed.

That was when Inu-Yasha awoke.