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Cursed
by Vague

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Chapter 1

 

 

Sesshomaru looked down at her body and all she could think was, How did this happen

 

The day began well, just like any other day. The Taiyoukai prince awoke from a stiff night of sitting upright against a tree. It was his duty as regent of the land to go over and ensure that all was well with his people, ningen and youkai alike. They all paid taxes and as their lord it was his duty to in return see to their well-being. It was a tedious job. He was the first to admit that… not aloud, but it had to be done.

 

He didn't complain about the harsh accommodations that he had to endure on multiple occasions. Such was the life of one with great power and who commanded fear. Too many feared him and the stench of uneasy permeated any village he had chosen to reside in, in the past and so he had settled for harsh nights out in whatever weather the gods deems fit on that particular night.

 

Fiery orbs opened slowly, letting in the world to grace a mind that was already brimming with activity, taking in the surroundings and planning the day's routine. Yes it was a practice in mundanity as it was the same thing he did every day, hence the routine, yet it helped a lonely mind occupy itself for a few more seconds before the yawning emptiness set in.

 

Standing with all the grace of one accustomed to the power on his shoulders, the youkai prince, as immaculate as ever, stepped away from his previous night's accommodations with no sentimental attachment to the location. There was no dallying on his part as he had nothing much to do and so his unending journey continued.

 

Every now and then he found himself thinking about those days pass when there were foolhardy youkai who coveted his power and title. His reputation had been so great after the end of the Naraku battles that no one save his hanyou sibling ever challenged him anymore. It was unfortunate that the mutt was within another's territory or he would have gleamed his pleasures from tormenting him.

 

And so his trudge continued. Every tree seemed similar to the one before, the sky stretched on for miles, never really changing in its ocean blue and cotton candy white save every few days when a minor rain cloud would rebel against the conformity of the perfect sky. Nothing changed. The woodland chatter was the same as in every forest; there were the dark parts and the light parts. Yet he always new where he was headed

 

His mind floated over millions of dull subjects, as for on his age, he had already deciphered the mysteries of the world and all that was left was the basic queries of life that any imbecile could work through. So he created new things, revolutionary things, he thought of stories that he hoped to write, he thought of the future and of the past and still his endless walking continued.

 

He was sorely tempted to shirk his responsibilities in favour of a quick trip to his brother, just to break the rut that he had settled into. Little did he know that his wish was about to be answered. Just down the path in a part of the forest, west of any other part of the forest, near a tree similar to every other tree in the forest, under a piece of sky that resembled every other part of the sky, lay an old woman.

 

Yes she was just an everyday old human woman, wrinkled skin hanging off her in a repulsive manner, most teeth long gone, enveloped in clothing much to big for her. But it was not her fault. She was poor, so had been her parents and their parents going back for generations. It was hard to get out of that lifestyle when conditioned to believe that it was your lot in life.

 

When she stepped out of her home that morning, she had no idea that it would be her last day, but then we never know when it's going to be that day that the mortal coil stops its laborious struggle so why should she be any different?

 

She had been walking this path since she was but a tiny child so she had no way of realising that there was a root protruding on the path that she should have known in her sleep. But it was not her fault. She had been sick for the past two months and had not been taking the path so a lot could have happened in her two months absence.

 

When she came out that day, whistling, happy to be alive, there was no reason that she should have been watching the ground. She knew the path by heart. No one would expect an old lady, with multiple ailments, including failing eyesight to notice the tiny root, which had blended into the foliage carpeting the forest floors.

 

It was to her great surprise that she found herself falling, rolling, tumbling. Her tears went onto no one as her feeble bones, malnourished over the years of poverty cracked and broke, blood spilling out her wrinkled lips and bruises that formed on her skin as tears fell from her glaucoma riddled eyes. Heaving laborious sighs, she lay on the ground trying to catch her breath.

 

She was a realistic woman. She knew that there was no reason to hope that someone would help her. The thought never entered her mind. What did enter her mind though was that the wolves and other carnivorous creatures in the forest would soon smell her blood and it was in her best interests to leave if she wanted to live. Heaving a sigh, she begged her aching bones to work but to not avail.

 

That was the time she realised her doom and she prayed for a hero, anyone. She had been a good woman. She helped her fellow man when she could, she was good to the forest, always replanting whatever she used, and she never stole or cheated. She was an honest hard working woman and had never asked for anything but today she prayed like her like depended on it and all that met her was silence, as it whispered of her impending fate. Closing her eyes. She lay against the tree and waited for salvation or death.

 

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The scent of blood caught his nostrils which was not altogether unfamiliar, with barely a flicker of his eyes, he continued on his way. It was by mere coincidence that his way led across the path of blood. It was not uncommon to find that reckless humans had met their end against the perils of the forests and as he had no great love for their species he found no reason to cause himself concern over their deaths.

 

He saw her then, a feeble looking creature, covered in dirt, leaves, blood and other things he would rather not know of. She was not dead yet but she soon would be and so he continued on his way.

 

“Please…” rasped the pain filled voice. He paused in his trudge. It was uncommon of him to heed the pleas of those beneath him, but the uniformity of his continual days within the forests had slackened his normally excellent disciple and so he waited, back turned. The arduous puffs escaping her sounded thunderous in the silence. Growing impatient, decision regretted, he said. “If you have no need of me do not hinder my travels any further.”

 

“Help me…” she begged piteously.

 

“Why should this Sesshomaru aid a feeble old ningen, who will die regardless,” if anything she would know the name of the youkai who allowed her death. “You are on death's bed woman. There is no point in wasting my time and efforts aiding one such as you.”

 

Her weakening heart gave a sharp thud within her chest as the finality of death settled in on her, she could already feel the darkness creeping in and fear took over. Like all humans, she feared the end of such a short life. Silent tears rolled down her face as she looked at him in horror before the light faded from her eyes.

 

Scenting her death, he continued on his way, only to be stopped as he felt the burn of a bright light behind him, he knew that it was not youkai, nor was it holy, it was more spiritual. Again he paused, this time in annoyance rather than indulgence. Turning, he beheld a creature of magnificence and purity. It was not any distinguishable sex nor was it any distinguishable alignment. He sensed a neutrality within the creature as it regarded him

 

“I am the spirit of this forest. Many have passed through me. Taking without giving in return. In the centuries of my existence, this mortal woman was the only one to ever return what she took. She who was the only kind being to ever walk through me was killed by me unintentionally. And so as a farewell gift I will teach you, Inuyoukai of the Western Lands a valuable lesson. I curse you to the life of a mortal woman. You will only return to your true form on the night of no moon until the curse has been lifted. Until you learn a woman's pain you will never be your true self again”

 

There was a green flash and she was gone,What foolishness,” he thought. “How silly,” she said instead. The voice was soft breathy and feminine. Surprised, Sesshomaru looked around, expecting some intruder or another. But there was no one.

 

Strange… he thought. “That's so weird,” came the voice. But he knew this time that it came from him. He felt his heart slam within his chest and his body grew cold. His chest felt… heavier. He looked down and he saw globes of flesh, quite sizeable going down to a waist that narrowed before flaring out into voluptuous hips.

 

She screamed and fell to the ground.