InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Do I Loathe Thee? ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

This is Steffaniey the Lavishly Splendid bringing another story. Please give it a shot.

This chapter shall be short, considering it is only the prologue.

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A beautiful maiden with fair skin and raven hair was sitting in a field of wild flowers. She lazily ran her fingers through her raven locks. A look of bemusement crossed her features as she saw a flash of gray ahead of her. She swiftly drew up her long bow at her side and set and arrow. She was about to let loose when the creature stuck its gray head up. Her breath caught in her throat and she gradually brought her weapon down. Mentally she cursed herself for letting her guard down enough to allow herself to slip away and woolgather.

She left her bow and arrows divest in the soft grass. She lithely advanced on the feline that had so caught her off guard. She gingerly picked the wee thing up and held her close to her chest. She may not be wise in many ways of the animals, but if it was one thing she knew, it was that holding them close to one’s own heartbeat calmed them considerably. The poor thing mewed and tried to escape; to no avail. The young woman calmly patted its head and shushed it. She gently placed the kitten in her sleeve pocket. Making sure the tiny creature didn’t tangle itself up in an emergency subjugation necklace; she carefully plucked up her things and headed in the direction of her tiny hut. She intended to give the adorable kitten to her younger sibling for their birthday. She mused whether it would be wise to bring another mouth to feed, when they currently could hardly keep themselves fed.

The young teen sighed and closed her brow eyes.

‘Why do I always bring things upon myself? If only I did as I knew I should, then, maybe I could live like a normal girl my own age.’

The girl sighed, opening her eyes dully. A brisk breeze blew her way and she swung her arms out to spin in it. She spun until she was faint with dizziness.

She knew as sight of her village came into view, she knew the looks she would get. She knew those whom pitied her. Those of who did that whispered amongst one another, “Poor soul, lost her mother and father when she was but a wee one,” and, “Has to care for her younger one all alone hasn’t she?” Such things infuriated her. She hated nothing more than those who pitied her.

Then, there were the ones who were jealous. Girls her own age, who knew nothing of her, yet wanted what they thought she had. Those who had horribly unkempt hair wanted her always-silky locks. Those who had features that were an eyesore to look upon envied her flawless complexion. There were those who envied her dignity and her ability to defend herself. However, who wouldn’t have those last two qualities when they had to support themselves, plus another?

Then there were those who leered. Men and boys who stared at her body. Thos who had been betrothed to ugly women they didn’t like. Those who had been with their wives for a while and had tired of them. She always felt disgusting when men well into middle age stared at her so. Boys her own age, she didn’t mind as much. She would have to marry one of them someday soon, wouldn’t she?

She shook her head and tried to think of more pleasant thoughts. Thoughts of finding a man who loved her and not her body. She was so caught in her own thoughts she hadn’t sensed the brute coming until it was too late.

A calloused hand was forced over her mouth.

“Wench give me the Shikon Jewel.” The vile creature spat on her as she spoke. She scrunched her nose in disgust and bit his hand. The man yelped in surprise and backed away. He never had a chance. She spun swiftly on her heel and purified him with a sacred arrow.

‘A life filled with sin. All because of being born a miko. Shouldn’t that make me good? No. I do too much wrong to be good. I slay sometimes ten daily! All because of the coveted Jewel of Four Souls. All because I was born a miko…’

She hastily ran tumbling to her hut. She collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears. All dignity forgotten in the need to cry. The need for a mother’s warm embrace; one that would never hold her again.

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This is the pilot chapter. The one that lets me know if this story should be continued or cancelled. What is the vote?

1. Does everyone know whom the first chapter is about?

2. Or how about what ‘woolgathering’ means?

I would like reviews telling me one way or the other, continue or cancel, and how about answers to questions 1 and 2?

*.<-~Steffaniey the Lavishly Splendid~->.*