InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Children of the Sun and Moon ❯ Chapter 1
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Children of the Sun and Moon
Chapter I
It seems that even though four hundred and fifty years has past, the Kingdom of Four Souls still stands, residing now in an era of peace.
Some of the old lords during the reign of darkness have past on, some by natural means and others by means unknown. The new generations now rules over the regions that were past down to them, and with it, they gain the powers of the elements. Although their tales are still remembered, thanks to tales created by the courts and local storytellers, it seems that it is no longer taken into caution.
The tales of ancient battles, of an evil sealed within an enchanted mountain surrounded by an enchanted lake, of a being of enthrall beauty prophesying of an awaken evil and the coming of two heroes are no longer a reflection within their minds.
Oh, how time flies by, while those vigilance words of impending doom were turn to history, maybe even to a mere superstition, then later to become legends and passed on to the new generation of children to be thought of as sheer fairy tales. Only a simple bedtime story to be told to your children, especially to your young boys who dream of one day to bear arms for their mighty lords.
Ignorant, mere mortals are, as they live their lives while the gods above sit upon their thrones watching, watching the scene unfurl, watching as human chooses their path. They are watching as always, unsuspected by ningen peasants, while they keep their eyes upon two likely people who Lady Fate has already chosen to play in her little game...
In the region of Terrain
Swords clashes together as two bodies attack one another, their muscles straining against their shirts. Their blades lock together in a battle of strength, both breathing raggedly as they try to catch the other off guard. They suddenly sprang apart, their faces gleaming in sweat, and begin to circle one another, looking for any signs of weaknesses.
A peculiar sight but not unusual, for although one is tall and muscular and the other is short and lanky-like in the over-sized hoari and hakamas, it seem that the small one is always having the upper hand.
The tall one lunge, thinking to surprise his opponent, but the move was seen and the other merely side stepped, completely putting him off guard. Falling forward, the taller one hit the ground face first into the dirt. Many suppress laughter could be heard from all around them. Crowds of on lookers were surrounding the two people in Terrain's training yard and indeed it was not an unusual sight.
The victor place one booted foot on the back of the fallen soldier, then points the tip of the blade into the base of his neck, hard, but not hard enough to draw blood.
“You lose,” was all the victor could say before the crowd around them burst into an on going cheer.
Taking the boot off the soldier, the victor reaches out a hand to help him up. Getting to his feet, he began dusting himself before turning to face his opponent, sweeping into a graceful bow before looking up into the eyes of his defeater.
“Lady Kagome,” he said, smiling as sweetly as possible, “it is an honor to be bested by a beautiful lady as you.”
“Don't flatter yourself, Miroku,” Kagome chided him in a mock stern voice. She knew his antic and should have been use to it by now but it totally irks her nerves when he decides to go all puppy eyed and innocent on her. “You were not fighting fairly. You let me win, didn't you? Admit it Miroku or I tell Sango you were asking the village women to bear your children again. You know what happen last time,” she said stabbing him in the chest with her index finger.
“Milady, you wound my tender heart. I will never do such a thing,” he said, a mock expression of hurt on his face while he slowly backed away from her.
“Miroku….,” she said menacingly, about to advance on him when suddenly Sango appeared beside her.
Sango was Kagome's cousin and although she tries terribly to hide her feelings, Kagome knew how much she was in love with Miroku. Knowing Miroku for also such a long time, she had come to know his feeling for her was the same. The only problem was getting the two admit their feelings, and to stop Miroku's perverted ways once and for all.
Miroku stared at the two women, too afraid to do anything, but especially more afraid of Sango's wraith. he was still suffer from his blow to the head yesterday.
Oh kami, he thought, I'm dead for sure this time. She must have heard what Kagome said to be this angry.
Kagome saw the irritable twitch of Sango's brow and sigh inwardly, knowing what was about to happen next.
“Miroku...,” seethe Sango, this time the one to advance on him. “Did I her Kagome correctly?”
He gulped audibly, slowly backing away towards the crowds behind him when he suddenly turns to flee with Sango right on his tail.
Kagome was too tired to go after them since she had been here all morning and simply glared at the mass of onlooker around her. The yard suddenly became quiet, each trying very hard to suppress their giggles and to avoiding her eyes as they quickly left the yard to urn to their duties.
When she was finally alone, she felt as if a big weight was lifted from her shoulders and heaved an immense sigh. She laughs lightly at Miroku feat, when her hand maiden appear at her side.
“Kagome-sama, milord and lady would like your presence after you have bathed.”
“Thank you Izumi,” she said. “You may retire to your chamber for the night, for I shall bathe alone today.”
“As you wish, milady.”
“Wait,” Kagome said before the maid turn to leave. “Have you seen Lady Kikyo? No, don't answer that, for I believe I know. If I know my sister, she probably somewhere far away where the stench of us filthy ningen does not ruin her delicate nose.” Kagome laughed quietly at her joke when the maid left with an amused smiled upon her lips.
Kagome walked quickly down the hall heading for her chamber, while her mind was now occupied of her sister, Kikyo. She liked her sister and all, but...
She is such a pain, thought Kagome, the stuck up hime of the eastern region. She is the prefect princess after all. She had rounded the corner when she saw the said person heading her way. Kikyo came to a stop in front of her, staring down at her with a look of disgust.
“Sister, you should really stop this boyish antic and act your station,” Kikyo sneered at her, her face looking much undignified at the moment. “Your stench is horrible. If you keep this up, no one will want you as the woman you are.”
Kagome dared not say or do anything as she listens to her sister listing her many unlady like mannerism, and why should she when she was already use to it. She knew that she was not like her sister who always seems to be so prefect. For all that they look almost identical, Kikyo always seem to at least point out some faults about her.
While her sister was graceful, Kagome always seem to be lanky and clumsy when compared to Kikyo.
Her beauty was always admired by the neighboring lords and many of the soldiers at the castle. Kikyo had a way to always make strong men fall at her beauty as they lust over her matured body, while Kagome was the one few men come to when they want to brawl for fun, treating her as if she was a boy.
She was either too small or too skinny for a man to look at her that way. Kagome knew that her body wasn't as fully developed as Kikyo, so had taken the habit in wearing a hakama and hoari all the time, and although she knew that it was unfitting for her station as the second heir to the region of Terrain, she had stopped caring a long time ago. Fighting in a kimono can be really difficult, so what's the use.
“No man would ever love you, Kagome,” Kikyo finally stated, staring at her sister lowered head.
“I don't care,” Kagome said between clenched teeth, tying to hold back her emotions.
She had finally had it as she push Kikyo aside and ran to her chambers.
Kikyo stood there, an evil smile upon her beautiful face. Innocently she raised her hand to her mouth in mock surprise.
“Oh dear, did I say something wrong.” She laughed and continues on her way.
Kagome enter her room, shutting the door behind her and turning around to lean against it. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She knew she should be use to it by now, but no matter what, her words would always hurt.
Carefully she pushes herself off the door and gradually walked towards the glass mirror that hung on the wall on the right side of her bed. She tosses the sword that she been using during the training exercise with Miroku onto the bed and stare at her reflection in the mirror.
“Am I really that unattractive?” she asked her reflection. “Am I not desirable?”
She began to take off her dirty clothing until she stood naked before the mirror. She stares at her nude self, not seeing the person that she truly was, but a person that was deem worthless by her own sister's eyes.
She saw a woman-child, with big cerulean eyes that seem to fill her entire face and lips so small that she thought no man would ever want to kiss. Her breast too small to her eyes, not fully developed as Kikyo, and while Kikyo body seem to be full and curved in all the right places, Kagome thought that her body was to muscular like that of a man.
These were the reflection she saw through her eyes, places there by the cruelty of hatred in others. What see did not see was her true self that lay behind her tomboyish looks.
Kagome did not see the beauty within the depths of cerulean blue eyes, the emotions that shine within their depths as she shows her love for friends and family, her unending loyalty for those she would put her life on the line for. Those eyes which were able to see into the hearts of other, for no matter how dark they seem, she could always found the goodness in them.
Her lip were red as ripe cherries, and as I should quote, `ripe and juicy for the taking.'
Her body was the prefect out look for her, well tone from years of combat training and other physical attribute. The soft curves and small size of her breast were perfect for her tiny frame.
She suddenly turn away from her reflection and headed towards the bath, saying to herself that she doesn't care what others thought of her, and finally remembering that her parents wanted to see her after she bathe.
As she headed for the bath, she felt a sudden pain enter her chest. Kagome fell to her knees, both hands clutching at her aching heart. She felt as if a thousand needles were striking her from every direction, and as she opens her mouth in a silent scream, she fell to the floor in a state of unconsciousness, her body glistening in a semi yellow and pinkish light.
In the region of Zephyr
A young lord walked through the semi silent forest, accompanied by a non stop yapping imp, a two headed dragon, and most surprising of all, a young ningen girl name Rin who was in her teen years.
Jaken, the imp, was mumbling about filthy ningen who wouldn't stop singing, and was walking while holding the reins to AhUn, the two headed dragon. Rin sat on top of the dragon and begins to hum, ignoring the imp while glancing from the corner of her eyes at the young lord who continues walking.
I wonder what Sesshoumaru-sama is thinking, thought Rin innocently as she watches her surrogated father while still humming the sweet, elegant tune. (a/n: I was actually thinking of the ending theme song `Dearest' of Inuyasha) To her he was her guardian angel, and with his long, knee length, silvery white hair, amber gold eyes, and skin as pale as ivory, he was the image of perfection, despite his name meaning `Killing Perfection,' that is.
Sesshoumaru was oblivious of his companion when he suddenly felt a pain deep inside of him. He straggles slightly, but did not fall as he came to a complete halt, one hand on his heart, the other on hilt of his swords.(a/n: yes, he has both hands) His body glowing in lights of green and red, while finding himself fighting against the oncoming blackness.
Sesshoumaru felt a slight tug on his hoari. Rin had seen him straggle and was beginning to worry when he had stopped.
Sesshoumaru stared at her through clouded vision and blinked rapidly to clear his eyes. As his vision cleared, he looked into Rin's brown orb and he could see how worried she was for him, but was trying hard not to show it. He almost smiles to her, almost being the key word that is. Rin had a way of getting into his heart, a place somewhere he had let no one near in a long time.
He lifts his head towards the sky, his youkai instinct flaring as he caught the slight scent of evil youki in the midst of his land.
“Jaken, take Rin back to the castle at once,” he said to the imp, his face still facing towards the sky.
“But mi….milord, where are you going? Please do not leave me here wi….with thi….,” Jaken shutter at the thought of having to watch over the filthy ningen brat.
While he was begging, Sesshoumaru was already gone and Rin had already gotten on AhUn.
“Jaken, you should not question Sesshoumaru-sama words. Anyway, he already left and so should we,” said Rin as AhUn begins his walk back to the castle.
“I do not take order from you, human,” Jaken shouted to Rin's retreating form, his voice full of disgust.
Rin stop the dragon and turn to glare at him. After being around lord Sesshoumaru for so long, she had caught into most of his habits, and to some that could be most frighten indeed.
Sometime, without noticing it, she would have that emotionless mask that Sesshoumaru-sama wore, a mask of such cold indifferences.
Jaken almost cowered at the intensity of her glare and for a moment he thought that she was actually glowing when he finally caught himself and turn away from her glare and walked forward to take the lead, making it as if nothing had happen.
Rin smirked at the imp façade but ignore it and lead AhUn to follow.
A/N: So how was that? Was it good? Please review for I am really anxious to know what you think.
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