InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

So, here is my first attempt at a fanfic. Um, I plan on writing an original series from this practice run, but for now I thank Inuyasha for the easy path.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha. He owns me.






In Dreams
Chapter 1:

The Beginning

               She shuddered involuntarily, leaning heavy on her sword. The putrid smell of acidic rot, mixed with the tang of her blood, hung fatally in the air. Through her long, black mane, now tangled with sweat, she cast sharp brown eyes at the demon she had forced back through the gateway, into the dark hall of space. He wiped hard at his face as he rose menacingly to his feet. The wounds along his neck, shoulder and chest began to draw together. Slimming, closing. He’d grown powerful indeed.

“You could join me in here, forget your prison and have your dreams. Don’t you ever wonder what you struggle so hard for?” His voice sickly sweet as he conjured his stolen power, his aura growing to a palpable electricity. “I know you long for more than this duty.”

A twinge of regret flickered momentarily somewhere deep inside. She snuffed it out as she rose to stand unaided by her weapon. Her entire left side felt numb and she could feel the slick red as it slid down her arm, and down her side. Her head pounded with every beat of her heart, drumming in her ears. She ignored the searing pain that shot through her chest as she raised her well used blade with one hand, to achieve the stance for her final attack.

‘I struggle for peace,’ she gathered her hope, ‘I struggle for balance,’ she rallied the last reserves of her strength, ‘I struggle, ...nay, I fight! I fight for those who cannot,’ she summoned her power, ‘I fight for..... love.........for him.’ She silently breathed her will into her courage.

His jaw clenched and he frowned angry black eyes at the Miko, watching the energy collect around her. It illuminated even the succubus of dark inside the ‘in between’ they were fighting in. Her purifying power so radiated that he could feel the threat even where he stood almost thirty feet away. ‘No! No, no matter, she is spent. She cannot defeat me now, she hasn’t the strength to hold up against me for long.’

“Naraku, you are a fool to think you could ever sway my heart.” She sharply knew this was her last chance. Reaching beyond her limit she continued to guide the flow of energy, stretching forth to grasp the very threads from Gaia itself, bringing her senses to razor-sharpness. Her voice boomed, “You know not my desires. I long for nothing more than what I am blessed to have. My duty is my life, and to honour one I will gladly give the other.” She twisted the power she gathered, directing the flow into herself to weave it with her own life-force. The air around her sung.

“We all have our part to play,” he seethed, “Midoriko.” At once he began to transform, his face contorting into an elongated grimace that pushed fangs from a splitting mouth. His body grew both up and out changing colour, sucking up shadow. A newly segmented torso sprouted legs, that sprouted talons, that gleamed black. Crackling and stretching sounds revealed spiked hair growing over the surface of an expanding exoskeleton, and his breath, a miasma, polluted the air. Claws shot out from the chest of the spider-like monster, and black, beady eyes fixed on her human frame.

 “It is my turn to command the gateway realm! I will be a god!”

   She was ready for his attack. Her heightened awareness allowed her to read his actions before he made them. She slipped easily out of his grasp. Spinning her body towards the mammoth claw that searched for her life just seconds earlier, she used the momentum of the turn to shatter through the shell of the appendage and cleave a deep, gruesome gash that left one half of his arm dangling sloppily. A piercing shriek was sucked into the nothingness that surrounded in the portal. Wasting no time she dove under the limp waste, heading straight for his softer underbelly. With her good arm she thrust the sword with all her might into the bulging stomach, braced her hold, and ran towards his end slicing a long trail across his black flesh. Poison gas spilled out of the wound, followed by slick entrails, and acidic puss. With a raging scream he swiftly lowered his body, hoping to trap, and crush her. She pulled out her blade and sped between his legs, out from under the right side of his true form. But she could not get away from the splash of the acid blood that spat everywhere as his hulking mass crashed against the invisible ground. It stung her legs, eating her armor where it landed, and searing through her delicate skin. She could smell her own flesh burning as she struggled to place distance between the demon and herself. The urge to use some of the precious energy to heal her wounded body pulsed once, then was suppressed in favour, she remembered, of a more useful end. Something struck her hard, slamming her through the air towards the mouth of the portal. She landed in a heap, skidding a little further towards the doorway. Breathless.

          ;   His face was bright. It shone down on her like the suns to warm her from the inside out. He held her close and lazily reached up to stroke the softness of her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his caress, not wanting to ever be outside his embrace. Was there indeed life beyond his arms? She inhaled deeply his scent, needing to remember him into eternity. Wind.

He grinned as she tilted her head up to hope for a kiss. Dark, violet eyes flooded over her with a proud possessiveness, and he leaned to her lips to brush breath against breath.

Her heart fluttered to life, no longer merely involuntarily functioning, now racing to soar through the skies of her dreams.

He felt her body smile and closed the small gap between their lips. A range of healthy, vivid emotions swept through them both as they melted into the desires of a kiss.

Not to be left wanting she opened her mouth to taste him and invite him to explore . Her hands wrapped around his waist, tightly, pressing him even closer.

He grinned again, and lightly pushed his tongue into her mouth, to mingle with hers, and to eventually fight for dominance.

Breaking for air she opened her eyes to behold the man who had captured her soul. Thick, long, black hair framed his sharp, clean features. Smooth skin gave way only to necessary orifices, her favourite the large stormy eyes that held her gaze. His countenance both strong and fragile, glowed with a mix of self assurance and determination. Surely there had never been, nor ever would be a more beautiful being.

“You are a gift, sent to me. Gaia blessed me for my faithfulness.”

He drew in her natural perfume. Feeling her so close he lost himself. Warm and sweet. Silky, ebony hair spilled down her back, tangling with his hands. “I will always find you. You are my mate. Even Gaia must sway to the threads of destiny.”

Clear brown eyes looked up to search his words for promise. Reaching for another kiss, she slid up his chest as her arms slipped over his broad shoulders and entwined around his neck. He dipped to nestle his face to her throat, kissing lightly the tender, sensitive area under her chin. “How will I know you?” She asked breathlessly.

‘Never will I forget her scent. Her skin. Her.’ He stood straight, reached for her hand and brought it to his chest, over his heart. He looked deep into her eyes, into her soul and he felt her inwardly gasp. Their gaze held, driving meaning into hope. Memorizing this moment. “You will always know me, as I will always know you.” It was that simple.

Tears threatened to burn their way out of their cage, but she bit back the sting to dive into a long, desperate, passionate kiss. And it would be long before they could cling together like this again.

She broke away. Stepping back, she never took her eyes from his even as he started to fade. Her chest clenched and heaved at the sorrow of longing. ‘I will return.’

“I will wait.”

He vanished. She stood alone in the darkening, empty field, willing her senses to obey. In her grief she smiled. His purpose clear. He was to show her the ‘what for’ of struggle. He was the ‘why’ of the fight. He was her reason to push on, her link to everything that longed, deserved, and lost. And hoped. And loved.

  Crushing, searing pain spread from her middle to the rest of her body. Slowly, awareness crept back into focus. She could not move. Something was cutting into her waist. She felt her sword arm pinned tightly against her side, numb. Her other arm hung limp across something hard and cold. Her mind reeled as she opened her eyes to reveal the nature of her immobility.

“Midoriko, you posses the power to live and yet, it seems, you choose death.” The demon loomed over her, dwarfing the priestess with his immeasurable size. He held the young Miko in his one capable pincer-like claw, slowly squeezing out her life. “Do you look to join him in Gaia? I would think you’d want to use your strength to avenge him. Or return him to your earth world. You have the power to pull him through. Can he know how little you care?”

Her eyes flashed with warning. His mocking tone licked at her temper, heating her power. Loathing and malice threatened to devour the purity of her energy. She must control her emotions, or they would taint the flow! She noticed their proximity to the gateway. ‘I must seal it closed at all costs, he must not get through!’ “Naraku, I fear not my return to Gaia. Unlike you, who will truly cease to exist when your prisoner hosts split back into the stream after I destroy you, I will remain and be born again.”

She quickly found her grip on her power and began to push at the energy flow, renewing it’s purpose. Even as her lifeblood slipped away her power swelled. He felt her aura change, promising his demise, regardless of her own.

“I will devour you and put your gifts to use!” He lunged at her, mouth wide, to sink long, dripping fangs into her flesh and tear her apart.

Suddenly a great force struck against him, halting his movements and pinning his body to the spot where he stood. Her once useless arm was now reaching towards him, collected energy growing in her palm. He felt her pulling at his power. She would sap him and trap him here! He began to panic. He must stop her! In desperation he surged the flow with his energy, pushing his power into her fast enough, he hoped, to take her over. If she would not become a part of him, then he would become a part of her!

She swooned at the rushing tide that burst into her thread. He was trying to overwhelm her. He was trying to engulf her from the inside! She tried to slow the flow, but he pushed hard into the stream, flooding the banks of her conceptual river. The power began to burn in her body, the mix tainting her fight. She would have to ride this out. She braced against the wave and pulled him in. She felt the immediate thrill of another’s power at her assuming disposal. But power is not lightly given up. A battle was now raging in her soul as she defended against his growing will. She felt him wrap his want around the key - the seed of her duty and the link to Gaia.....

....He touched it! He knew that particular energy without introduction, like a ray from the sun! That was the source. He needed to focus on control of that thread, and her power would be his!

“Mine!” He hissed. 

“Never!”

She had to stop him now! She had to cut the thread! Again, she redirected her flow, collecting and scraping what she could to her centre.

He let her lead him into the stream, planning on using the strength of the mass to overthrow her will.

She gathered quickly the power, anchoring it to her soul. She then pulled at the key.

He felt the tug and questioned his actions.

She drove all her strength, life force, and power into the core of the key, and with it, his evil.

He felt his energy merge and increase, and he rallied to battle again with her.

She ignored the dangerous taint from him, and reached to cut the thread. With one last breath, in one smooth motion, she lightening-quick snipped the thread and thrust her hand into her chest. She physically wrapped her fingers around the energy and forced it to condense, encouraging it’s formation into something tangible.

‘No!’ He felt a barrier build around his essence, trapping him behind the invisible walls of her powerful soul.

The last vestiges of her physical body’s strength obeyed her arm as she flung the sphere of light from her chest towards the portal exit. Trailing to push the glowing jewel, containing the key and the battle she trapped in her soul-casing, was the spill from the spent end of Gaia’s thread. It’s memory held her last direction - to hide the key in the world beyond and seal the portal door.

A small piece of his lingering aura also made it out on this spirit trail, clinging to the tail in hatred.

 The doorway spiraled inwards as if sucked up by the violent wind of a black hole, and vanished beyond even the sight of those trained through the ages to see.

 In the void that is darkness, between one world and the next, two carcasses, merely empty shells, stood frozen in a moment. Their souls trapped in the dimension beyond, their bodies trapped in the nothing that is space. In blackness. In dreams.  

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Yippee Ky-yay!! Finally got this chapter done! I now sympathize even more with authors that must first face the world before indulging us in their writing. Hope everyone that reads enjoys! And let me know what you think.