InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Daughter of the West ❯ A New Nemesis ( Chapter 14 )

[A/N: Yes, yes, Rabid-Inu-Girl. She does have a big mouth. That little thing was based on an incident from my life, except I wasn't talking to my mother, I was talking to my principal. And I didn't call her a whore, I just basically called her an asshole. (And I'd like to say, please do not try that at home. You will be in it so deep…)]

Daughter of the West

Chapter 14: A New Nemesis

Near the summit of a snow-covered, seemingly deserted mountain, a mysterious young woman walked along a barley visible path, cloaked in a simple, low-quality garment of wool, covering her light kimono. She was hooded as well, most of her face hidden, although her eyes shone a brilliant shade of purple. As a harsh wind blew and even more snow swirled around her, she bundled the thin layer of fabric around her even tighter.

"I get her for what she has done," she hissed to herself. She dredged through the many inches of snow for a few more moments, and then, a shadowy form of a castle came into view. She smirked a little, opening her hand. Resting in her palm was a shard of the Shikon jewel, and it was huge. "If there's one thing the demon that resides there desires most, it is fragments of this stupid jewel. This should prove to be quite useful."

She walked for about a half an hour longer, and she neared the entrance to the manor that seemed so out of place. All she knew about the mammoth residence was that it was home to a demon in the guise of a young lord, a wind-using demon, and a demon that could trap souls within her mirror. She quickly slipped through the gate, stopped for a moment and looked both ways, and then proceeded, until she heard footsteps and a voice behind her.

"And just who do you think you are and what are you doing here?" a female voice asked. The demon in the cloak turned and glared at the young woman behind her. Her eyes glowed a gleaming red, and her short black hair was tied back. She also noticed that she gripped a fan tightly in one hand.

The demon removed her hood, and her dark green hair, which was tied back, fell around her. She smirked a little. "My name is Aya. Might I ask where your lord is?" she asked. The girl with the fan, Kagura, glared at this Aya person. With a flick of her wrist, the fan was open. "What kind of fool are you?" Kagura asked.

Aya removed a hand from her woolen coat, her claws the same deep green as her hair. She took only a few steps toward Kagura, and she was right in front of her. She smirked a little as the claw on her index finger extended until it was brushing against the flesh of Kagura's neck. Aya's smirk grew as a small amount of smoke rose from where the claw was making contact, smiling at Kagura's wince.

"What, am I hurting you?" Aya asked sarcastically, "I wouldn't move. Once this claw penetrates your skin, you'll be poisoned, go through the worst pain imaginable, and die within seconds." Kagura gave a slight glare. "What are you?" she demanded. Aya gave an acidy smile. "A demon of the plagues. Now, do tell me in which room your master resides."

Kagura was hesitant for a moment, but as Aya pressed her claw harder against her neck, it began to burn even more. "Alright, alright," Kagura choked. The green-haired demon removed her claw, reveled in the large burn mark already forming on Kagura's neck, and then turned her attention to the demon.

"Inside," Kagura said, glaring, "I'm sure you'll be able to detect his energy." Aya smiled a little. "You see? All that defiance and that was all you had to say." Kagura glared, and as Aya walked away, the wind-user cursed at her, although the plague demon tuned it out.

When Aya entered the main building, she was very happy to be greeted the flood of warmth. But she could also feel an ominous power around her. Smirking, she thought to herself, "This must be the famed power of the elusive Naraku."

She walked down the seemingly old hallway, although the worn floorboards did not creak. She stood, hidden in the shadows for a moment, and then, she entered the room from where the evil energy was being emitted. It was completely empty; except for many more of the coveted jewel shards and a shadowy, dark-haired male seated in the center. Aya could already see the man smirking.

"I saw you threatening Kagura outside. Quite a show, I must say," he said, his tone sick and sadistic. Aya walked over and sat down before him, leering at her good fortune. "I've come to make a proposal, Naraku," she said, her own bitter voice cutting like knives. "Trying to bribe me with your shards, hm?" he asked. Aya sighed. "So, you've deceived my plan already, have you?" she asked in turn.

"Not completely. Tell me, what is it that you wish to trade?" he asked. Aya sneered even more furiously. "It is not a matter of what so much as whom," she replied, gently thumbing her jewel shards. "If it would not be so much trouble, I shall ask that you kidnap someone for me," she said. Naraku raised an eyebrow. "With so much of your power, could you not accomplish this yourself?" he asked. Aya shrugged a little. "I simply prefer not to sully my own hands."

She then chipped a few fragments off of her shard. "I can make this worth your while," she said, flicking four shards onto the floor. "Half now, half later." Naraku looked between her and the shards for a moment. A small smile grew on his face as he began to think. "What do you want of me?" he asked.

Aya smiled a little. "As I said, I want you to abduct someone for me. You may familiar with the little wretch. She travels with Inu-Yasha and his friends. If you do not know her, I am certain that you have been acquainted with her father at least once," she said. Naraku was now intrigued, and he knew that the green-haired woman before him knew it. Aya smirked a little. "She goes by the name of Aikina. Her father, Lord Sesshomaru. I believe that you lent him one of your shards for a short time, no?"

Naraku lowered his hand, a smile on his face, and picked up two of the shards. "May I know the name of the vixen I make a pact with?" he asked. A small giggle came from Aya. "Of course," she said, a slight smile on her face. "I go by the name of Aya. The intended Lady of the West."