InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Epic Battles: And So It Begins ❯ How It Happened ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

When one epic battle ends, one also, must begin.
By: ME!

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A youki’s love is unattainable they said. All they wanted was a bitch to produce their offspring, their offspring. A human’s love was easily boughten they told me. Hand over a hundred bucks and they’ll strip in the middle of the grocery store for ya. But a cross between the two, was said to go both ways. The female of a cross, a hanyou bitch was one that would be hired a the local strip bar. And the male of a cross, was said to be so possessive that he rivaled that of his sire.

My name is Kagome Higurashi. I am human. I lived in a world where youki and hanyou were considered extinct, or nonexistent. I led a normal teenage life, until the day of my fifteenth birthday, when I fell into the past through a portal. My shrine’s sacred well. I’m sure you know my story, about me, the reincarnation of Kikyou and the hanyou, Inuyasha, the slayer, Sango, the youki kit, Shippo, and the perverted monk, Miroku, we traveled together to collect the shards of the Shikon no Tama.

Our mortal enemy was a hanyou named Naraku, who never could depart from his human heart, the last part of Onigumo, who harbored feelings for the dead Kikyou. Kikyou was the miko who Inuyasha fell in love with more than half a century ago, and chose to die with the Shikon no Tama. Through an awful trick by Naraku, Kikyou and Inuyasha turned against one another before she died, Kikyou sealed the hanyou to the sacred tree, for what she thought would be the rest of eternity.

She was wrong. Fifty year’s later, I stumbled about. And through a twist of events, I, the reincarnation of the dead miko, resurrected the motionless hanyou. Plus, to top it all off, if things weren’t bad enough, I accidently shattered the jewel that was in my body into a million pieces. My bad! So, with Kaede’s, Kikyou’s younger sister, help, me and Inuyasha set forth on a journey that would rewrite history itself.

Now, of course, what was dead, cannot stay that way, and now, Kikyou walks among the living, still as dead as she was fifty years ago. At first I felt pity for the woman, and then raw and utter hatred. But now, I feel happy for her, they are finally at peace, and I go visit them every day, no matter rain or shine.

Along our way, we met several interesting people. Such as, Shippo, the orphaned fox youki, who lost his parents to the Thunder Brothers. Now there is a story behind those two, but we won’t go there just yet. You see, feeling sorry for the young child, I took him under my wings, sheltering him from the evil of the world. He grew up, looking up to me as his mother, and maybe that is why he came with me. Maybe that is why I protected him with my life at the end of our journey, at the final battle.

Next was the perverted monk, Miroku, who actually tried to kidnap me. The nerve! Anyways, thankfully, Inuyasha rescued me from that untimely fate. But, though Inuyasha was never to crazy about the idea, he joined our small group to track down the jewel shards, and the evil hanyou, Naraku. Now you see, one thing important about Miroku, except his wisdom, and his constant flirting, was that Naraku cursed his grandfather, or was it great-grandfather? Anyways, he cursed his family with a wind tunnel in their hand that would slowly devour them as well. You see, it grew bigger and bigger with each year of their life. Miroku actually saw his own father being sucked up into his own wind tunnel. Good thing he survived the fight, and though the portal still remains in his hand, and it will still be passed down from generation to generation, the wind tunnel will not grow larger, it will not suck them up.

And next came Sango the demon slayer, and her trusted companion, the two-tailed cat youki, Kirara. Her entire village and family were slaughtered by the deceitful Naraku, who through trickery plotted her against us, making her think Inuyasha was the one responsible for her village’s demise. And, to make matters worse, her little brother, Kohaku, was under Naraku’s control, no matter what. She even almost resorted to killing him, and then she was going to try and kill herself, good thing Inuyasha stopped her. The sad thing was Kohaku could not be saved, we lost him, but for the last few hours of his life, he was his own person again, he fought alongside us to kill Naraku. And you know what, I wouldn’t be surprised if my little brother was the reincarnation of this kid, they were so much alike. I wish Sango could’ve held him in her arms when he passed on, like I did, he was so brave.

Yeah, you see, Kirara was there when we fought against Naraku, but Sango was at the village with Kaede. Sango was giving birth to Miroku’s very first child, Mutsuto. Of course, he too was born with a wind tunnel, but like I said, it would never take his, or his father’s life. He had the darkest hair, and violet eyes, like his father, in fact, he was the exact replica of Miroku. And, though Sango doesn’t regret having Mutsu, she still wishes that she could of said good bye to two people that she held very dear to her heart, Kohaku, and someone else I will mention shortly.

Now, back to Naraku, the evil hanyou that destroyed many, but we destroyed him in the end. Kanna, one of his children of sorts, was sucked into hell with him, her cry for help stung Kagura dearly, and I wish that there had been something we could of done to help her. And Kagura, well, the major loss of her sister sent her over the edge. You see, that was the only one she had, and, on that very battlefield, she committed suicide. Kagura killed herself not ten minutes after her sister passed on.

And now, for the last part of my epic battle, Kikyou, who had helped us through it all, knew it was time for her to go. Next came the decision that I knew would come. Inuyasha had the choice to follow Kikyou into hell, or stay alive, and maybe, start a life with me. But, the reincarnation, can’t fall in love, with the real thing. I will try to recall the scene for you as best as I can.

>Flashback<

The ground was drenched with blood, tiny puddles of the stuff standing by the already decaying bodies. Nothing was left of Naraku, him and his entire body had been sucked into to a black pit of hell. Kanna’s mirror lay broken and shattered where she had been moments ago, the small circular object bringing tears to my stinging eyes. Kagura’s body, the sticky substance flowing from her body like a constant river, laid only a few feet from the shattered mirror, her hand was reaching out trying to grasp the only item left of her sibling.

Turning my head, I looked down at the young man in my arms, I wanted more than anything for Sango to see him one more time, but he wouldn’t last that long. A steady stream of blood fell from his parted lips, falling down onto my knee and then to the hard ground below. His brown eyes looked into mine, and I felt a kinship to the young lad, though I had never met him really on good terms. His hair was tousled from the battle, he had fought valiantly alongside us, and I swear, as I look down onto his tiring face, I can see my little brother, Souta. The same shy determination was welled up in his orbs that overflowed with salty tears, that joined the river of blood on my knee.

“Kagome?” he looked at me earnestly, his raspy voice hurting my own throat, I knew it my must be hard for him.

“Yeah?” I stroked his head fondly, cradling him close as I often did Shippo at night when he had woken from a terrible nightmare.

“Will you say hi to the baby for me? I won’t ever get to see my niece or nephew, and I want them to know that I wish I could be there. And, would you please make sure that, that monk doesn’t beak my sister’s heart, I don’t know how much more pain she can take. Oh, one more thing, could you please tell my niece or nephew about their uncle, I would like them to know a little about me,” I nodded my head as his eyelids closed, his breathing stilled, and the small hand I held within my own went limp.

Tears streamed down my blood splattered face as I laid his head gently down on the ground, and kissed his still forehead. He was so much like my brother, that when I looked down, I saw my brother laying there, cold and dead. It sent my heart to stop beating, and my head to pounding, I felt woozy and dizzy, and I would of fell if not for two arms that wrapped around my quivering waist.

“Come on, it’ll be alright. He had the death he wanted. He knows you’ll watch over his last wishes for him,” his voice soothed my soul slightly, even though my knees kept buckling, and I could feel his arms tighten around me every time my legs gave out.

“Oh Miroku!” I turned abruptly, burying my head into his firm chest, and letting my onslaught of tears soak his torso. He didn’t seem to mind though, for he only held me tighter, shushing my wails of misery.

Time seemed to stop as I finally knocked some since into my head, I knew that it was time for the decision that would change many lives with one statement. Miroku let me go, and stared at the two off in the distance. Kikyou had joined the place where Inuyasha was hunched over his sword, so he could balance his blood deprived body. Shippo ran over and into my arms, burying his unruly head into my chest, and with Miroku’s hand on my shoulder, we made our way over to the couple.
Inuyasha’s head snapped in our direction and I knew his decision before anything was said, just by the look in his eyes. And he did look me in the eye. He held a guilty air about him, and, my head hung low, but this was right, it felt right to me at least. I could hear his breathing, I could hear his shifting in the soil, but most of all, I could hear my heart braking into a thousand different pieces.

Inuyasha stumbled slightly forward, only a few steps before he had to stop, and we faced him, waiting for him to say the words. Miroku had finally caught on, because his breath hitched slightly, and his grip on my shoulder tightened tenfold. Poor little Shippo though, wasn’t expecting what was coming next.

“Kagome, I...I’m sorry, but...this is what I’m supposed to do, I know it is,” he looked to me for reassurance, and I smiled in return, if he wanted my support, he would get it.

Shippo’s wails grew piercingly loud, his sobs slightly muted by my damp shirt, and his claws gripping my arms tightly, his heart was braking. He had lost one set of parents, and now the one he looked to as his father was going to leave him as well. But his mama was still here, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

Handing Shippo to Miroku, I rushed into Inuyasha’s opened arms, this would be the last time I would ever see that oversized dog. And I was going to miss him severely. He kissed my head tenderly, holding me close to his powerful chest, and rubbing my back like he always did when I cried like this. Stepping backwards, I looked into his saddened features, and without a second thought, I rushed forward and kissed him on the cheek, without blushing once.

Turning my back, I walked away. I wouldn’t look back until I was back in the spot by Miroku, if I did, I’m not sure I could let him go. A whirl of wind rushed by my legs, and I instantly knew Shippo was now saying his farewell to the hanyou. When I finally looked, what I saw touched me to my soul. Inuyasha cradled the child to his chest, rocking him back and forth, quieting his wails with the youki language. And from that moment, I knew the hot-tempered person I had come to love, would have been a wonderful father.

Shippo jumped down reluctantly, and raced away, streams of tears falling down his puffy cheeks. Bending down, I held my arms open, letting the little one jump into the safe and warm embrace of my arms. And I cuddled him closer, but try as I might, I couldn’t find the words that needed to be said.

Miroku stepped from my side, and walking to the hanyou, who held his hand out to be shook, shoved the arm out of the way, and hugged the hanyou. No matter what the two denied, I knew that both of them had become the best of friends, and they would miss each other as much as Sango and I would if we were in the same situation.

Sesshomaru, and Rin, who had stood in the background, came forward, and as soon as Miroku stepped away, both brothers looked at each other, and at the same moment, the two shook hands in a brotherly fashion. Young Rin latched her small arms around one of Inuyasha’s legs, and cried into his cloth covered knee. Smiling, Miroku stood by me again, holding me close, and Sesshomaru and Rin joined soon after.

Looking towards Kikyou, who stepped to his battered body, he nodded his head signaling that he was indeed ready to leave. Embracing one another, the tirade of power blew at us, swirling our hair upwards into the heavens. The swirling of air and colors circled the two, and flowed out to us who, looked on with absolute awe. An indention into the Earth formed, just a crack big enough for a small beetle to crawl through, but we knew that it was the opening into the other realm.

A few minutes passed this way, and their bodies dropped to the ground, the souls of the two passing through the crack, and then the hole closed with a thud. And as soon as the two had fallen, and their souls sealed away, I dropped to the ground, my sobs and chokes hurting my lungs greatly, but at the time, I welcomed the physical pain with open arms.

>End Flashback<

And so the battle with Naraku ended, and we said goodbye to our dear friend. He would never leave our hearts and memories. As soon as we returned to Kaede’s hut, and Inuyasha wasn’t with us, I watched Sango’s face instantly fall, she knew what had happened. I left Miroku to explain, and so, a few weeks later, Kaede, Miroku, Sango, Mutsuto, Shippo, Kirara, and I gathered our supplies, and left the past behind us.

We went to the well, right after we buried the two bodies of Inuyasha and Kikyou, and marked them so we could find the graves in the future. And with a heavy heart, I made the purifying wish on the Shikon no Tama. I wished that all of us could live in my present, so the others wouldn’t have to live with the constant memories of what occurred. And now, the jewel will never attract youki, it is purified, and forever dormant.

Oh yes, did I forget to mention whatever happened to Kouga? Well, he too was there that day of Naraku’s demise, and the last time I saw him was when him and Ayame left holding hands. Now I don’t know this for sure, but rumor had it when I was there those few weeks afterwards, that Kouga and Ayame were mates, and were expecting their first litter. Too bad I’ll never get to see them, for along with the jewel, the well is now sealed for all of eternity, or so I thought.

Anyways, timed passed, and, well, one thing led to another, and guess what, I was the maid of honor in a wedding. And I know what you’re thinking, it was Miroku and Sango’s wedding, am I right? Wrong! Miroku and Sango had been wed in the past, nope, I’ll give you another try. Nope, mama didn’t get married, though there is definitely a spark between her and her recent boyfriend. We just might be hearing wedding bells before you know it. But it seems that you are not going to get it, are you? Well, Kaede asked me in July of the year after we returned to be her maid of honor. Her and gramps were to be wed. Shocking, I know! I didn’t even know they had been dating, all I know is one day I’m being asked to dress up and be in a wedding. Wow!

With Grandma Kaede’s help, we put a concealing spell on Shippo to hide his youki traits, and he started his first day of kindergarten. Let’s just say he is a pretty popular guy. And, to top it all off, a year after we returned, I officially became Shippo’s mother in human and youki terms. I went to an adoption agency, and told them of a couple I knew who passed away recently had a son, and that I wanted to adopt him. Now, I’m sure you are wondering how in the world did I get that done without any government record of these people who I claimed to of passed away. Well, with the right connections, you can get about anything you want done. And, well, since I know the head of Takashi Corporations, one of the biggest industries in the world, it wasn’t too hard to write a complete background for Shippo and his false, dead, family.

I bet you’re wondering just who this important person is, huh? Well, it turns out, youki live for a very long time, and wasn’t it a surprise when I returned from the past, to see my first love’s very brother sitting in my living room. Yeah, that’s right, Sesshomaru is the president of Takashi Corps, with his loyal vice president Kouga Sato, and his secretary, his mate, Ayame Sato. Now, Sesshomaru’s butler, was none other, which I’m sure you can guess, is poor, mistreated Jaken, who, by the way, really gets on my nerves. And, Sesshomaru’s mate, and secretary, is of course Rin Takashi, who, by the way, is expecting another child, but you didn’t hear that from me.

Now don’t get me wrong, everyday, Shippo and I go and visit the one he thinks of his deceased father, and who I fell in love with. There graves are side by side, on top of a hill, on the edge of a very dense forest, just how Inuyasha would of wanted it. Tears still fall every time I think of that day, but as you know, you must be like the phoenix, and arise from the ashes of your past.

But, like every wise person says, when one door closes, another ones opens. And when one epic battle is done, another one must begin.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

A/N: R&R




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