InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love is a Magical Thing ❯ Chapter 1 A Broken Heart, The Arrival of Two ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

Disclaimer, I do not own any characters from Inuyasha, or the Dragon Lance series.

 

 

AN/ Ok I never once in my life had heard of the Dragon Lance books, that was until three weeks ago when a friend of mine gave me the first book and said that I might like it, I did

I know this crossover sounds totally nuts, a book, and Anime crossover, but I promised my friend after reading the books I would write her a fan fiction with a couple of characters from the book, and two of her favorite characters from Inuyasha.

The time frame is going to be after the death Naraku, and in the Dragon Lance time frame, this will take place before the of War Lance. To those who never read the books I suggest that you do, they are wonderful.

 

Love can sometimes take months, years, or decades to find, and then for some of us love can be found in a totally different world.

Foreveraloneb1

 

Love's Magical Spell

 

Chapter one A Broken Heart, A Change of Scenery, The Arrival of Two

 

Japan Feudal Era

 

Where a once beautiful meadow stood that was full of every wild flower one could think of now was filled with the remains of what was left of a battle between good and evil. The Half-demon known as Naraku was dead, but not before he took out all but two of the six chosen ones, each chosen by the Jewel of Four Souls to defeat this evil being, and to protect it from falling into the wrong hands. Legend states that one wish would be granted to the one who wished upon it. Before dieing at the hands of a pure being known as Kagome, Naraku opened a portal to another world, and sent his only incarnation left alive, to a world filled with power, and magic so he could be reborn again through her, by absorbing powerful beings into her body, and using their power he could, and he would be reborn.

 

Amongst the carnage of demon bodies, and one human body stood the most pure being on the planet, and a holy monk. Dressed in a black, and plum purple robe, stood a 6'0 monk, black metallic haired shined, in the rising sun as wild orchid colored eyes laced with sadness, was leaning on his holy staff while holding Kagome's bright yellow back pack in his hands, his heart was breaking for he today had lost four close friends, and he was now watching as Kagome mourned her true love. This strong, powerful monk simply went by the name known as Miroku.

 

Miroku watched as Kagome held the body of Inuyasha the love of her life close to her own body, dressed in a green, white, and one red scarf hung underneath her collar, where once a pristine white shirt was now mangled piece of cloth, and was stained with blood, her once green skirt was now covered in blood, and mud. Her black onyx haired glowed in the early morning light; a light blue transparent hue shined with an unearthly glow thought her hair, blood and tears stained her beautifully sculptured face, as she held the body of a 6'2 half-demon dressed in red, snow white hair mixed with now blood, with two dog ears, that were amazingly untouched by this gore. Kagome was on her knees cradling his body close to hers with his head next her heart, Miroku watched silently as tears rolled down her face, and he finally voiced what he knew they should do, “Kagome, we must find the jewel, where it came out Naraku's body, for it is now complete.” Miroku watched, as she did not respond to his words, and he watched as she curled her body more closely to that of Inuyasha's, he knew that it was now or never she had to get up and find the jewel for it was still not purified, and that alone was going to draw more demons to them. “The longer the jewel remains unpurified, the more demons will come to us, do you really want to fight anymore they are all dead, do you not think that I also share you're pain?” Still no response his anger was growing and he finally spoke the words that made her respond, grabbing her shoulder he let his true emotions show by screaming into the night, “I loved her more than I loved anything in the world, and you are shaming both of us in their name by not doing anything!”

 

Nodding her head, she closed her eyes, he watched her concentrate, turning, and opening her eyes, he watched her walk in the opposite direction. Taking a last look at the body of Inuyasha, “Kagome, we need to head back to the village, but we cannot leave the Tetsusaiga.” Miroku reached down to grab the infamous sword only to get a shock as the sword rejected his touch, remembering once when Jaken had stolen the sword he wrapped it in a piece of cloth. Kagome had stripped Inuyasha of his robe of the fire rat when inspecting his wounds, grabbing the robe and wrapping it around the sword he finally had it in his possession. He turned to Kagome she had found the jewel and was now purifying it. That's when felt the overwhelming need to lay down, he was feeling tired, his mind began to run reason of why he felt this feeling, one thought flashed a demon, there was a demon here putting spell on them, using all of his strength he staggered torwards Kagome, almost there he thought, just three more feet, falling to his knees he finally called out to her, “Kagome!”

 

Kagome's heart felt like it was torn into pieces, the daze she had been in when holding Inuyasha's body had worn off with Miroku's confrontation with her, she still had to do her duty, it's what all of them would have wanted, she still wanted to lay down and die, but she knew she couldn't because Sango would hate her if she left Miroku alone in pain. That's when she heard her name being called out, turning to the source her blue gray eyes meet wild orchid purple eyes, Miroku he was glowing with a pink aura, he was now three feet away from her, and he was on his knees, that's when the whole now purified jewel was pulsing with the same aura and that's when it hit her like a ton of bricks, Kagura, and then everything went black.

 

 

Warm, that's what she felt, her head hurt and she was a little dazed, then she could hear voices, the first one she heard sound sickly, as every breath and every word was some how restrained, “Rub these herbs I mixed on his chest brother.” The voice that answered was very baritone, filled with emotion, and concern, “The are many wounds on his chest, do you think this remedy you made will work?” Then she heard the voice of a child, “Look at these beads, they are around his wrist, and underneath is a glove, what you suppose that means?”

 

The three voice may have not known what was underneath that glove but she did know, bolting upright, fight the overwhelming feeling of dread, she knew what was to happen next, what she thought was a child's voice, spoke once again, “Maybe if we take these beads off we could look underneath this glove?”

 

Using the strength she never knew she had, she moved torwards the voice, their images still foggy but she could tell she knew which one was Miroku, they all were sitting around his unmoving body, “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She watched as the three foggy images stiffened, and glanced her way, “DO NOT TOUCH HIS HAND!”

Her legs failing her as she fell on top of Miroku, lifting her body she spoke these words, “If you all wish to live do not touch anything we have brought with us.” She felt as they all back away from her as she stated these last words, “I will heal him for I do not need, a pouch full of herbs, a magical charm, or some magical words to do so.” The three beings watched as a pink aura surrounded her, her eyes glowed with an unearthly color, you could no longer see her pupils nothing but the glow of pink shined within them, her hair began to float in the air as if the wind had picked up, they all watched as she laid her hands upon the man they were attending to, once she touched him, they all gasped in bewilderment, as every wound on his body began to heal it's self. The last wound was now healed the power of the woman in front of them disappeared, and then she collapsed, on the body she just healed, just barely still conscious she heard these last words, “I still think we should check underneath his gloved hand.”

 

 

AN/ Thanks to my beta Beth.