InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ InuYasha: Legend of the Record Keeper ❯ The Record Keeper ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: I dun own InuYasha….sadly….*sniffles* T.T

 

Alex: Hello again everybody! Nice to see ya'll again!

Sally: Meh, not really, she drug me here from my vacation.

Alex: Vacation my ass! If it were up to you you'd be on perpetual vacation!

Sally: Hey there's no such thing as too much of a good thing for a fairy.

Alex: V.V; See what I have to deal with, well anyway here's the next chapter, just so you guys know Sally made me rewrite it because she said the chapter that I wrote while she was gone sucked.

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Chapter 4:

The Record Keeper

 

A lone figure stood in the moonlight before the shimmering violet smoke that made up the boundaries of Naraku's barrier, her head bowed in thought just slightly. The pale moonlight made her form stand out in the land of death and shadows, her kimono itself seemed to glow with an unnatural light that faded into the darkness creating a nimbus around her form. Her pale pink kimono fell in ripples around her brushing and trailing along the ground only the shadows of the darker pink flowers painted on it gave it distinction, her red hair was styled strangely yet shimmered in the moonlight with the adornments that were fastened in place, the feathery strands of hair themselves shimmered as she moved lifting an arm covered by an exceedingly long sleeve.

 

Slowly her small pale hand tipped with dark nails appeared from the silky folds holding a rather large book, with a whispered word it floated free of her hand and opened in front of her, slowly her head raised the moonlight now caressing her pale smooth skin as well as causing the string of gems and beads on her forehead to shine, red bangs fell over the right side of her face hiding one of her large violet eyes, underneath her left eyes there were strange black swirling marks which trailed just slightly down the edge of her cheek.

 

She passed her hand over the floating book and the binding open the pages turning at a rapid rate until finally they stopped the pages glowing before her. With a small squeaking sound a small redish brown squirrel fled its sanctuary in her kimono sleeve to clamor its way up her sleeve to perch itself upon her shoulder to nuzzle her earring decorated pointed ear gently.

 

“Yes Aya, I know. He knows I'm here but I have a duty to perform.” The words were softly spoken, almost nonresistant in the cool night air as she passed her fingers lightly down the pages words forming with a darker glow. The squirrel named Aya swished her tail irritably and made a soft sound herself glowering with dark eyes towards the edge of the barrier, a person stepped from the toxic mass.

 

“Who are you?” the cold voice of Kagura rang into the night disturbing the peaceful silence. With another wave of her hand the woman closed the book and took it back in hand.

 

“Who I am is not important but I do naught but my duty wind sorceress.” Kagura had to strain to hear the softly spoken words as she watched the pale hand disappear with the book back into the long sleeve as she lowered her hand to her side.

“Well you're doing it in the wrong place lady, I don't know how you found this place but it has caused your death.” Kagura lifted her fan and let it slide open.

 

“There is no need for this.” The woman stood as still as a statue as well in front of Kagura her face and voice cool and emotionless.

 

“Yes there is you may not enjoy your life but I wish to keep mine. Dance of blades!” Kagura let out a growl as the woman switched smoothly from stillness to motion. Each movement was quick, sure, and fluid as her left hand rose quickly her hand reappearing to wrap around one of the jeweled spikes protruding from her hair, she pulled it free as the squirrel on her shoulder disappeared back into her sleeve. The pin shifted shape as she swung it down becoming thicker to form the hilt of the blade growing from the pointed end, with sure quick flicks of her wrist that caused her sleeve to bellow out from her arm as she knocked each arch of energy away from her. After each slammed into the ground she dropped her arm back to her side the sword still in her hand was mostly covered by her sleeve.

 

“I dislike fighting wind sorceress, please cease this.” Her voice stayed the same soft emotionless tone and it brought pause to Kagura before she growled again she had her orders.

 

“Not until you're dead! Dance of blades!” she sent double the amount of energy blades at the woman who burst into motion without warning as the blades came within a foot of her form. Her body whirled and shifted, spinning away from the blades at the last possible second her red hair and kimonos billowing around her before easily using the flat of her blade to knock the energy slamming into the ground. She moved so quickly that Kagura had trouble following her until she was but inches away from her the tip of her sword barely touching the tender flesh of her neck.

 

“I am leaving now, please do not force me to kill you, I am not supposed to interfere with your fate.” With that she was gone the blade shrinking down into a pin that she placed back into her hair as she walked away disappearing into the trees before Kagura could get her mind working properly again. Kagura blinked her redish pink eyes.

 

“Who or what was that?”

 

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Kusabana pushed off of the ground as soon as she was out of the sight of demoness known as Kagura, as always the action seemed to happen in slow motion to her. She felt her feet slowly leave the ground as she gathered her demonic aura under her feet into a small misty cloud that carried her away quickly causing her clothing and hair to ripple around her body. She loathed fighting, there was no real point in it and others only got hurt. The woman named Kagura didn't relish in fighting either but she knew that if she didn't Naraku would end her life. She felt Aya move back up to her shoulder to touch her cheek lightly with her small nose. Kusabana turned her eyes to the forests passing beneath her feet and allowed herself to drift in no particular direction as her mind was drifting back to thoughts she had not looked at for a very long time, forcing them back to lock them away.

 

She was floating, as light as air through nothing but darkness. She couldn't feel her body or any emotions she couldn't even think, her mind was completely blank except for one thought that surfaced slowly.

 

`I didn't want to leave him.' Emotion flooded back into her and she sobbed out as her lilac eyes opened to shed their tears, she could move again, she curled up on her side and cried. Images of golden eyes and silver hair flooded through her mind along with the very fleeting memory of his anguished face as he held her body to him, `I'd give anything to relieve his pain.'

 

“Anything human?” the gravely booming voice shook her to her very core and she leapt to her feet to stare up at four pair of glowing eyes, “Your answer?” she didn't even have to think.

 

“Yes, anything.” Her resolve was unwavering as she straightened herself in front of those eyes lifting her head proudly as she had seen him do so many times. She met those glowing eyes with her own unflinchingly.

 

“What you say is true then you have a choice to make.” The voice speaking now was different, decisively female if flowed gently over he like cool water.

 

“What kind of choice?”

 

“The choices to stay like this and go to the underworld, or, to go back to the living world and have us relieve his pain.” This voice was also female but more airy and almost hard to discern from the stillness around her.

 

“I will see him again?” hope rose in her chest.

 

“You will not, you will work for us and as long as you do he will feel no more pain over your death.” The booming voice was back although a bit harshly.

 

“Why? What can I possibly do for you?” she fought the urge to turn and run.

 

“You will become our next record keeper, you will travel these lands for two thousand years and record all that you see. You will be forbidden to interact with anyone other than the protector that we will send with you.” There was a pause, “Only you will be able to read the book, only you will be able to open it and add to it, if it should say that you do something you do it.” This voice was different as well raspy and crackly like wood popping in a fir..

 

“Two thousand years? But I'm human, I won't live that long even if you have a way to bring me back to life.” She finally backed up a step back from those four sets of eyes blazing down at her.

 

“You will no longer be human; we will turn you into a deity demon and you will stay as such even after your time as record keeper is over. Only then will you be released to do as you wish.” That was the smooth voice speaking softly as if to sooth her. Kusabana thought for a long moment before peering back up at those eyes.

 

“He will no longer feel the pain of my death?”

 

“He will not, that pain will turn into something else.” Booming voice again.

 

“Let me see you first please.” She straightened herself again finally noting that she still wore her blood soaked kimono, her wounds still gaping open yet they were no longer bleeding. There was a long silence before those eyes moved closer until she could see the long faces of four dragons. Each one was different in size and color, each set of eyes were just slightly different. The first was decisively male with golden green scales and a rich chocolate mane, his eyes were the darkest green she had ever seen and yet his beauty was only slightly marred by the long scar running across his muzzle. The next was sleek with a slender muzzle, silvery blue scales shimmered all different shades of blue as her blue green eyes studied her calmly; she tossed her head the dark aqua mane shifting about her neck. The next had flaming scales of all colors and shades of red, yellow, oranges, blues, even some whites. His red eyes glowed down at her hotly almost as if he were contemplating melting her flesh from her bones, his mane flared around his neck and head as if alive even as it shifted towards her she could tell that it was made out of living flames. The last dragon caused her breath to catch in her chest, its scales were iridescent having no true color as they shimmered, a silvery white mane matched silvery eyes as she lowered her massive head to stare straight at Kusabana.

 

“Do you accept Kusabana?” That gentle airy voice again. Kusabana took a breath and nodded just slightly.

 

“Yes. Anything to relieve his pain.”

 

“Then so be it.” All four had streamed forward on the frightened girl wrapping their long bodies around her smaller one for only moments before they backed away taking with them all that she had been and leaving someone new in her place. The conversion had began, white hot pain had snaked through her body taking her newly returned breath from her, she fell to her hands and knees as her wounds closed and any blemish on her body slowly disappeared any excessive fat was changed into muscle, black markings snaked their way along the left side of her face under her eyes and down her cheek. Pain laced through her right eye and a hand reached up to clutch that side of her face as the edges of the lilac coloring disappeared into red, the rounded pupil elongated into a reptilian slit. Her hands throbbed as her fingernails grew longer, more pointed before turning a dark scarlet color. Her body pulsed with demonic energy as the final changes took place, her teeth became sharper and longer in her mouth, her hair even grew another three or four inches to reach well past her knees. Finally it stopped leaving her kneeling naked and kneeling on the floor as she panted for air her long red hair hiding her mostly from view.

 

“Aya, come. Clothe her and train her.” And such she had met her protector and learned to use her new demonic powers. And soon they had given her the thick book she was to protect and keep to date for the next two thousand years of her life.

 

Kusabana felt her feet skim the ground before they touched down, she lifted her head and looked around, she was at the edge of the village where she had died. Aya touched her cheek again and she nodded slightly to the little squirrel, “I know, I shouldn't be here but I have to know.” She made her way into the edge of the trees walking until she stood in the very spot where she had died. The elemental dragons had blocked most of her memories of that day but there was a way she could get them back, “Show me the past.” She moved her bangs aside allowing that glowing reptile eye to see around her. She let out a gasp as she relived the pain of that night, the pain in his eyes as he held her dying body close to him, as he leaned down to caress her lips with his moments before she died, the painful admission she had made as she took her last breath. The eye even showed her the pain he had felt as he had watched her die. Kusabana found herself overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of love that welled in her chest, her face contorted in pain as the black rosary hidden on her right hand glowed to life burning deep grooves on her hand and arm all the way to her elbow. She shoved her emotions back and forced her face into a blank mask and slowly the rosary's burning heat faded. She turned quickly away from the place, “I have to get away from here, it hurts to much Aya.” She lunged off of the ground and into the air allowing her mist to form under her to speed her away in a blur.

 

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Kagome studied the shards in her hand that the demon woman had given her and frowned, she had felt the woman's demonic aura yet there had been no evil in her and very little tarnish in the shards, “Who was she?” there was a high pitched squealing sucking sound and a sharp pain in her cheek which she automatically raised a hand to smack. Myoga the flea floated down into her hand flattened.

 

“Oh….what a way to say hello to an old flea.” He popped back into normal shape and looked up at her still thoughtful face, “Why what's the matter Kagome?” InuYasha's ears perked and he jumped from his perch in the tree Kagome was leaning against. The half demon had sensed her unease but had been unsure what the cause was.

 

“The demon who gave us these shards, I've never felt an aura quite like hers before. And she was almost kind.”

 

“And she smelled like flowers, she had pretty red hair too.” Shippo plopped himself into Kagome's lap, “She saved me from a nightmare.” The little flea looked deep in thought.

 

“Could you possibly be talking about the Record Keeper?” they all stared down at him blankly, even Miroku and Songo who had joined in on the little group for the conversation.

 

“Record Keeper? Who's that?” Miroku sank down to be level with the little flea.

 

“She is the Record Keeper, a person appointed by the elemental dragon demon deities. She herself is a deity until her time is over, each Record Keeper walks the planes of man for two thousand years recording everything into a magic book, even things they couldn't possibly know with the help of a magic eye given to her by the dragon of wind. The new Record Keeper is said to have hair the color of a red sunset. It is also believed that she enters the nightmares of sick children to help them escape and heal. Record Keepers themselves usually stay far away from people and demons and most of them don't believe in fighting and are usually kind. It's also said that they were all once human who died in a certain way.”

 

“What way would that be Myoga?” Songo spoke up her curiosity raising.

 

“They all died in love and sacrificing themselves for someone else be it that loved one or someone else. It's also believed that this new Record Keeper has ties with Lord InuYasha's brother Lord Sesshomaru.” All eyes rose to meet in a surprised clash above the little flea.

 

 

A/N: Okay, that's the end of it because I'm too lazy to write anymore, please please please R&R because those reviews make me want to write more. ~A~