InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Mending a Broken Heart ❯ Death of a Miko ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Vague86 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.16.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 657 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.16.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 657 | Status: Work In Progress
Mending A Broken Heart
By Vague
Chapter 4: Death of a Miko
Okay in this chapter I sorta made up a story to work wit the one you already know of the Shikon no Tama. I modified it a bit cause well I wanted to include a bit more to the story and that seemed like a cool way
Warnings:
Mild foul language well one word used once, Death. Nothing too bad in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha characters I only own Tamiko and Exarionel© which i mentioned briefly.
Please enjoy. I hope you review
Okay in this chapter I sorta made up a story to work wit the one you already know of the Shikon no Tama. I modified it a bit cause well I wanted to include a bit more to the story and that seemed like a cool way
Warnings:
Mild foul language well one word used once, Death. Nothing too bad in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha characters I only own Tamiko and Exarionel© which i mentioned briefly.
Please enjoy. I hope you review
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Th ere was shock through out the room. All that remained was the monotonous beep of the life support as it continued to proclaim Kagome dead. The world had lost another of its treasures.
The fox demon by her side felt his heartbreak as the scent of her life drifted away. “Mother, please don't leave me again,” He cried. The tears, they run freely down his face. He refused to let go of her hands. He was inconsolable.
There was only one dry pair of eyes in the room, that of lord Sesshomaru, but he too felt sorrow. Not because she had meant anything to him He knew that her death was his fault. It was his obsession with her that had brought her to this, lying cold, lifeless on a sterile sheet. He couldn't look to anyone as the gravity of the situation slowly sunk in. She was actually dead. He was hoping that something would have happened to save her life. Isn't that how it usually worked for the pure of heart? Wasn't there always something that could save them? Some unknown force appearing before she died just in time to save her? He didn't believe in things like that. He was one of the dark side. How often did anyone come to the aid of one like him? But she had been on the side of light. He had seen it and wasn't it that the good survived and the dark perished? Then why was he there healthy and she was death?
His musings were interrupted as Kouga ran out of the room, the scent of his tears coating the air. The erratic pounding of his heart raged against the unfairness of it all. How could this be acceptable? KAGOME! His mind bellowed over and over as he fought to understand how something like this could happen. Kagome is dead. As he rushed out of ear shout into the vast fields that made up the Taisho estate, he let out a fierce roar of such pain, dropping to his knees crying. How could this be fair! He raged against the heavens. How could it be fair? It wasn't fair. “Please come back Kagome. Please come back..” His voice shook with his tears, a desperation coating the shaky words as he let the sorrow out, crying like he hadn't done since he was a young pup. No one had ever thought that anyone or anything would bring the wolf prince to his knees like this. He couldn't take a world without her. Not again. It had taken so much when she'd left that first time. He'd nearly lost it but he had known at least that she was alive. His sorrow had healed with time.
But he had been there.
He'd seen the life leaving her body. “Oh my God,” He continued to cry struggling against the pressure of having to take it in. “She can't be gone!” and unable to take it anymore he rushed to his feet and sped away, needing to escape from life for a moment
~***~
He lay over her body he was gone. It felt so good, lost in mindless pleasure he had not noticed Sesshomaru entering the house. He had felt the hand at his neck and he was almost thankful for it. He was so ashamed of himself. He'd hurt Kagome. He couldn't control himself. The moment he'd felt her body gripping him, he'd lost it. He'd spent so many nights stroking his body to that very image. It had felt so much better than those nightly fantasies. She had not been prepared. He knew that. He could feel her dryness clinging to his arousal but she had still been scalding hot and even as he knew what he was doing was wrong, he'd pushed it to the back of his mind. Its amazing what one could convince themselves to do when caught in the moment.
By the time they'd made it to his room, so much had happened within Inuyasha. His very soul had cracked. He could never forgive himself for what he had done. He willingly gave up that last shred of control that he had been holding on to. He wanted to sleep. Sleep forever, forget about the pain he had caused his love, forget about death, helplessness, forget about everything. By the time an angry Sesshomaru had sent him crashing through the walls of his room to the grounds outside, Inuyasha… the real Inuyasha had already given up completely. It had been the Youkai within that had growled in heated frustration at the rough treatment. Yes a part of him clung on stubbornly but it was barely anything to worry about.
Instead a smile touched that devious mouth as the creature realised that it had been free. It sniffed around taking in the scent of freedom. A shudder rushed over his body. Yes he was free. He wanted to leave. There was so much he had planned, but he hesitated. Inuyasha wanted to know what would become of Kagome and the monster indulged him. They waited and listened to the voices. She didn't have long. He could smell death on her. He grunted at that. His first kill in five centuries. And such a pleasurable little bitch too.
To its utter fascination they heard the others speak of her as someone of great importance. He'd hurt so many people with one act. A maniacal laugh escaped the parted lips as thoughts of Sesshomaru surfaced. He knew the older Youkai would blame this on himself. They all thought he was insane and so they never blamed him for anything. “Fools, All of them.” He said with deep meaning
But for a second his control was ripped away so savagely that he was shocked. The Miko had died. He could hear the heart stop and a loud “No!” escaped him as Inuyasha took control completely to proclaim his sorrow. This frightened the youkai that the boy could so easily take control if he wanted to, but he had nothing to worry about. It was like Inuyasha had died. The youkai could feel no trace of him within the confines of their shared mind. As he rushed away from the estate he couldn't stop the laughter. He was free. There was no one who could stop him now. So much destruction he had missed out on. He couldn't wait. This was to be one of the most liberating days of its life…
~***~
In the days of great legend, the land of Japan was to be the Mother of one of the greatest stories ever told. In the time when God smiled down on his creation of Earth, prayers were heard and answered. There was never a time that faith would run low and heaven smiled on the world, showering her with grace and goodness.
The Houshi and Miko were most prized occupations. They held the respect of all. No one ever stood against them, for they were the vessels of purity. The voice of Kami rang through them.
But like all things, it was not to last. Evil began to trickle through the great nations of Japan. It was a small abomination. It influenced man, told them of the vile vices that would corrupt their souls. They were innocent. Never had they heard of the things that the evil had begun whispering to them. And they were weak. Their hearts betrayed them. The Miko and Houshi had begun to feel the evil presence saturating through the lands and they knew that there would be untold bloodshed. And so their mission began. They roamed through out the lands. They tried to turn man away from the vile corruptions that had begun to surface. Man turned his back against the word and teachings of God.
It was then that their soul had absorbed the most corruption it transformed them into the Youkai race. New to this way of being they, did not have control. They were primitive beings who killed everything that moved. And so the lands were bathed in the blood of the Innocent.
They had forgotten their God in their moment of sin and corruption.
They had not listened.
And now in fear they rushed to the vessels praying for the decay had become to great. The mortal population was outnumbered and the senseless killing had started to stench up the earth with its evil malevolence. Many died from the foul vapours of dead humans and youkai alike. It was becoming a plague on the world.
Something changed then.
All the Miko and Houshi in the land began to gather.
Kami had not forsaken his people. They were made in his likeness and he would always forgive them no matter what.
He had called forth all of his holy vessels.
They were to be his voice .
They began to pray.
Their prayers were so simple, yet at that moment the champions had arrived. There was a brilliant chorus. Heavenly music touched the ears of many.
They seemed to float down from the very heavens.
Four golden men.
So great was their beauty.
They did not appear to be of this earth.
They would be the ones to save them all…
Uriel, Zadkiel, Exarionel and Cassiel. Four of the most powerful in the angelic order. They were to be the ones who would purify the world of its demonic tarnish. Their voices so beautiful that all who had heard it had began to cry in that moment. Hearts were lifted. Their spell set everything right again.
“For your sins you are forgiven.
For that is the will of our father.”
A Light rose through the world. No mortal was harmed. The same could not be said for the youkai population. As soon as the light touched those with the worst hearts, they were purified. However because their souls were destroyed they could not return to their human shape and rose to heaven, where they would live out a life free of the pains they had suffered while trapped in the bodies of the beasts. The others who had not been as corrupt had regained wisdom and common sense. Out of them came to be the Youkai that roam the world today.
When the light faded the angels were gone. All gasped as in their stead was a beautiful round Jewel. “There will come a time when Youkai and Ningen roam together that is a time when we will be needed again. We lay dormant within this Jewel and we will entrust our protection o the purest Miko in the land. Her descendant will be the one to save the world again from destruction. Please protect our souls Miko and we will be there when we are needed.”
Shikon No Tama, the Jewel, which held the four angelic souls, slowly sank within the heart of a young dark haired Miko. As it landed within her heart, she knew that she had been entrusted with the most powerful item to ever visit the earth and not being silly she knew that there would be others who coveted it. She was but a Miko in training. She did not know what to do. How could she possibly bear this burden? She feared failure and started to cry as she clutched her hand to her heart reverently. I do not want to fail at this, she prayed to God as she fell to her knees. Please guide my steps
Others seeming this comforted her as they knew that this was a great burden for one her age. She fled in hopes of finding a safe haven to protect the Shikon no Tama but while rushing through a forest within the night, she was ambushed by youkai who wanted to use the Jewel to become more powerful. They had seen the display of the Angels and wanted their powers. They did not know how to use the jewel but they knew that with the souls of four angels they could do anything.
The young Miko was hurt badly and just as the final blow was on its downwardly descent, a loud battle cry rang through the tops of the forest as men and women dressed in odd outfits fought off the band, taking their lives. They called themselves the Taijiya Clan. They had made it their job to protect the humans from the human menace in the days of horror. The young priestess so badly injured got to her feet and thanked them for their bravery. But she was worse off then she'd originally thought, for as she stepped forward to be on her way, she fell into the arms of one of the armour-clad warriors. Her energy had been depleted. They then went on one knee before her and promised that they would protect her and the jewel for as long as it was needed. They knew that this was their duty and accepting their allegiance she travelled to their strong hold with them.
This remained the norm for centuries. The jewel was always protected by the descendant of this Miko, every generation becoming stronger and stronger in their Miko powers. But again time was to change. The Tenth descendant, Midoriko, a Miko said to have the power to slay ten youkai in one attack was to be the one who brought the Shikon no Tama back into the World. Since the time, Centuries ago when it had first appeared, it had always resided within the body of its Miko vessel but that one day would be different.
On her way to help defend a human village from the many attacks that had been surfacing, Midoriko was assailed by a Hanyou abomination. He had been a human who'd lusted after her for so long that it had tainted his heart. Like the others from that dark millennia, his soul had absorbed too much evil and he had began to transform into the youkai abomination. But because of the spell of the four guardians, no human could ever become a youkai again and he was stuck as a hanyou, only half of the demon that he could have been. So using his powers he sucked up the bodies of many great youkai within his own, hoping that they would help him become the demon that he longed to be. He had not accounted for the fact that the demons would influence him into attempting to kill his love for the powers that harboured within her.
They fought for seven days and seven nights. Midoriko used all that was within her but she realised that she could not win. And as the monster took her within its jaws, she used a last ditched effort to protect the jewel that resided within her. If he had devoured her he would have accepted the jewel also granting him the power of the four angel guardians. She sacrificed her life combining her soul with that of the Youkai monster. The clash of god and evil had the jewel expelling from her body to lay innocently on the ground. The two fighters lay frozen as they were. Midoriko had made the ultimate sacrifice, for not only did she die but her soul was destroyed. And so her body remained frozen in that spot.
From that moment, the jewel got passed around for centuries between humans and youkai, until fate had once again brought it to the hands of the Taijiya clan when they fought it out of the body of a youkai centipede.
Many had wondered why the jewel had not been born in the daughter of Midoriko's elder sister. No one understood when she gained it instead. She had never had children as the jewel had always been passed down to the first-born. And so from that first born came Kikyo's bloodline.
The Miko Bloodline had left the demon slayers clan centuries ago as they no longer bore the burden of the Jewel. Instead they had spent their lives scouring the lands in search of it. And never had they gotten it. This was the way of fate. There was always a plan, a design.
It had ultimately come to lay in Kikyo's hand again. She was the descendant of the Miko from centuries ago. It was her soul that would bear the burden. But the design of fate had been interrupted when another human, Onigumo had lusted after her, repeating the same actions of her long dead ancestor. And so as the jewel became tainted in her blood. A call rang out to the only soul that could protect it, sending it to a time where it was not touched by the cruelty of life…
A baby girl crying in a hospital in the 20th century would bear the burden of the Jewel of Four Souls.
~***~
It had been a day now. Her lifeless body covered in the most beautiful gown of sapphire to match her eyes. She was in an open coffin within the parlour of the Tasiho estate. Her wounds had been sown up and sealed. She lay there gone forever. It was a solemn occasion. Very few had already known of her death. They wanted it to be a private mourning before the media got wind of it. They were all within the parlour talking about her and the impact she had had on their lives. Shippo had not wanted to leave her side. Tamiko stood by him wanting to comfort the young lord. All could see that he seemed to be taking this the worst. Kouga was right behind him. Were they ever going to be able to survive this? She looked so much more peaceful. Her face was no longer scrunched up in pain as it had been on the day of her gruesome attack.
This was true sorrow. They would never forget this feeling…
Th ere was shock through out the room. All that remained was the monotonous beep of the life support as it continued to proclaim Kagome dead. The world had lost another of its treasures.
The fox demon by her side felt his heartbreak as the scent of her life drifted away. “Mother, please don't leave me again,” He cried. The tears, they run freely down his face. He refused to let go of her hands. He was inconsolable.
There was only one dry pair of eyes in the room, that of lord Sesshomaru, but he too felt sorrow. Not because she had meant anything to him He knew that her death was his fault. It was his obsession with her that had brought her to this, lying cold, lifeless on a sterile sheet. He couldn't look to anyone as the gravity of the situation slowly sunk in. She was actually dead. He was hoping that something would have happened to save her life. Isn't that how it usually worked for the pure of heart? Wasn't there always something that could save them? Some unknown force appearing before she died just in time to save her? He didn't believe in things like that. He was one of the dark side. How often did anyone come to the aid of one like him? But she had been on the side of light. He had seen it and wasn't it that the good survived and the dark perished? Then why was he there healthy and she was death?
His musings were interrupted as Kouga ran out of the room, the scent of his tears coating the air. The erratic pounding of his heart raged against the unfairness of it all. How could this be acceptable? KAGOME! His mind bellowed over and over as he fought to understand how something like this could happen. Kagome is dead. As he rushed out of ear shout into the vast fields that made up the Taisho estate, he let out a fierce roar of such pain, dropping to his knees crying. How could this be fair! He raged against the heavens. How could it be fair? It wasn't fair. “Please come back Kagome. Please come back..” His voice shook with his tears, a desperation coating the shaky words as he let the sorrow out, crying like he hadn't done since he was a young pup. No one had ever thought that anyone or anything would bring the wolf prince to his knees like this. He couldn't take a world without her. Not again. It had taken so much when she'd left that first time. He'd nearly lost it but he had known at least that she was alive. His sorrow had healed with time.
But he had been there.
He'd seen the life leaving her body. “Oh my God,” He continued to cry struggling against the pressure of having to take it in. “She can't be gone!” and unable to take it anymore he rushed to his feet and sped away, needing to escape from life for a moment
~***~
He lay over her body he was gone. It felt so good, lost in mindless pleasure he had not noticed Sesshomaru entering the house. He had felt the hand at his neck and he was almost thankful for it. He was so ashamed of himself. He'd hurt Kagome. He couldn't control himself. The moment he'd felt her body gripping him, he'd lost it. He'd spent so many nights stroking his body to that very image. It had felt so much better than those nightly fantasies. She had not been prepared. He knew that. He could feel her dryness clinging to his arousal but she had still been scalding hot and even as he knew what he was doing was wrong, he'd pushed it to the back of his mind. Its amazing what one could convince themselves to do when caught in the moment.
By the time they'd made it to his room, so much had happened within Inuyasha. His very soul had cracked. He could never forgive himself for what he had done. He willingly gave up that last shred of control that he had been holding on to. He wanted to sleep. Sleep forever, forget about the pain he had caused his love, forget about death, helplessness, forget about everything. By the time an angry Sesshomaru had sent him crashing through the walls of his room to the grounds outside, Inuyasha… the real Inuyasha had already given up completely. It had been the Youkai within that had growled in heated frustration at the rough treatment. Yes a part of him clung on stubbornly but it was barely anything to worry about.
Instead a smile touched that devious mouth as the creature realised that it had been free. It sniffed around taking in the scent of freedom. A shudder rushed over his body. Yes he was free. He wanted to leave. There was so much he had planned, but he hesitated. Inuyasha wanted to know what would become of Kagome and the monster indulged him. They waited and listened to the voices. She didn't have long. He could smell death on her. He grunted at that. His first kill in five centuries. And such a pleasurable little bitch too.
To its utter fascination they heard the others speak of her as someone of great importance. He'd hurt so many people with one act. A maniacal laugh escaped the parted lips as thoughts of Sesshomaru surfaced. He knew the older Youkai would blame this on himself. They all thought he was insane and so they never blamed him for anything. “Fools, All of them.” He said with deep meaning
But for a second his control was ripped away so savagely that he was shocked. The Miko had died. He could hear the heart stop and a loud “No!” escaped him as Inuyasha took control completely to proclaim his sorrow. This frightened the youkai that the boy could so easily take control if he wanted to, but he had nothing to worry about. It was like Inuyasha had died. The youkai could feel no trace of him within the confines of their shared mind. As he rushed away from the estate he couldn't stop the laughter. He was free. There was no one who could stop him now. So much destruction he had missed out on. He couldn't wait. This was to be one of the most liberating days of its life…
~***~
In the days of great legend, the land of Japan was to be the Mother of one of the greatest stories ever told. In the time when God smiled down on his creation of Earth, prayers were heard and answered. There was never a time that faith would run low and heaven smiled on the world, showering her with grace and goodness.
The Houshi and Miko were most prized occupations. They held the respect of all. No one ever stood against them, for they were the vessels of purity. The voice of Kami rang through them.
But like all things, it was not to last. Evil began to trickle through the great nations of Japan. It was a small abomination. It influenced man, told them of the vile vices that would corrupt their souls. They were innocent. Never had they heard of the things that the evil had begun whispering to them. And they were weak. Their hearts betrayed them. The Miko and Houshi had begun to feel the evil presence saturating through the lands and they knew that there would be untold bloodshed. And so their mission began. They roamed through out the lands. They tried to turn man away from the vile corruptions that had begun to surface. Man turned his back against the word and teachings of God.
It was then that their soul had absorbed the most corruption it transformed them into the Youkai race. New to this way of being they, did not have control. They were primitive beings who killed everything that moved. And so the lands were bathed in the blood of the Innocent.
They had forgotten their God in their moment of sin and corruption.
They had not listened.
And now in fear they rushed to the vessels praying for the decay had become to great. The mortal population was outnumbered and the senseless killing had started to stench up the earth with its evil malevolence. Many died from the foul vapours of dead humans and youkai alike. It was becoming a plague on the world.
Something changed then.
All the Miko and Houshi in the land began to gather.
Kami had not forsaken his people. They were made in his likeness and he would always forgive them no matter what.
He had called forth all of his holy vessels.
They were to be his voice .
They began to pray.
Their prayers were so simple, yet at that moment the champions had arrived. There was a brilliant chorus. Heavenly music touched the ears of many.
They seemed to float down from the very heavens.
Four golden men.
So great was their beauty.
They did not appear to be of this earth.
They would be the ones to save them all…
Uriel, Zadkiel, Exarionel and Cassiel. Four of the most powerful in the angelic order. They were to be the ones who would purify the world of its demonic tarnish. Their voices so beautiful that all who had heard it had began to cry in that moment. Hearts were lifted. Their spell set everything right again.
“For your sins you are forgiven.
For that is the will of our father.”
A Light rose through the world. No mortal was harmed. The same could not be said for the youkai population. As soon as the light touched those with the worst hearts, they were purified. However because their souls were destroyed they could not return to their human shape and rose to heaven, where they would live out a life free of the pains they had suffered while trapped in the bodies of the beasts. The others who had not been as corrupt had regained wisdom and common sense. Out of them came to be the Youkai that roam the world today.
When the light faded the angels were gone. All gasped as in their stead was a beautiful round Jewel. “There will come a time when Youkai and Ningen roam together that is a time when we will be needed again. We lay dormant within this Jewel and we will entrust our protection o the purest Miko in the land. Her descendant will be the one to save the world again from destruction. Please protect our souls Miko and we will be there when we are needed.”
Shikon No Tama, the Jewel, which held the four angelic souls, slowly sank within the heart of a young dark haired Miko. As it landed within her heart, she knew that she had been entrusted with the most powerful item to ever visit the earth and not being silly she knew that there would be others who coveted it. She was but a Miko in training. She did not know what to do. How could she possibly bear this burden? She feared failure and started to cry as she clutched her hand to her heart reverently. I do not want to fail at this, she prayed to God as she fell to her knees. Please guide my steps
Others seeming this comforted her as they knew that this was a great burden for one her age. She fled in hopes of finding a safe haven to protect the Shikon no Tama but while rushing through a forest within the night, she was ambushed by youkai who wanted to use the Jewel to become more powerful. They had seen the display of the Angels and wanted their powers. They did not know how to use the jewel but they knew that with the souls of four angels they could do anything.
The young Miko was hurt badly and just as the final blow was on its downwardly descent, a loud battle cry rang through the tops of the forest as men and women dressed in odd outfits fought off the band, taking their lives. They called themselves the Taijiya Clan. They had made it their job to protect the humans from the human menace in the days of horror. The young priestess so badly injured got to her feet and thanked them for their bravery. But she was worse off then she'd originally thought, for as she stepped forward to be on her way, she fell into the arms of one of the armour-clad warriors. Her energy had been depleted. They then went on one knee before her and promised that they would protect her and the jewel for as long as it was needed. They knew that this was their duty and accepting their allegiance she travelled to their strong hold with them.
This remained the norm for centuries. The jewel was always protected by the descendant of this Miko, every generation becoming stronger and stronger in their Miko powers. But again time was to change. The Tenth descendant, Midoriko, a Miko said to have the power to slay ten youkai in one attack was to be the one who brought the Shikon no Tama back into the World. Since the time, Centuries ago when it had first appeared, it had always resided within the body of its Miko vessel but that one day would be different.
On her way to help defend a human village from the many attacks that had been surfacing, Midoriko was assailed by a Hanyou abomination. He had been a human who'd lusted after her for so long that it had tainted his heart. Like the others from that dark millennia, his soul had absorbed too much evil and he had began to transform into the youkai abomination. But because of the spell of the four guardians, no human could ever become a youkai again and he was stuck as a hanyou, only half of the demon that he could have been. So using his powers he sucked up the bodies of many great youkai within his own, hoping that they would help him become the demon that he longed to be. He had not accounted for the fact that the demons would influence him into attempting to kill his love for the powers that harboured within her.
They fought for seven days and seven nights. Midoriko used all that was within her but she realised that she could not win. And as the monster took her within its jaws, she used a last ditched effort to protect the jewel that resided within her. If he had devoured her he would have accepted the jewel also granting him the power of the four angel guardians. She sacrificed her life combining her soul with that of the Youkai monster. The clash of god and evil had the jewel expelling from her body to lay innocently on the ground. The two fighters lay frozen as they were. Midoriko had made the ultimate sacrifice, for not only did she die but her soul was destroyed. And so her body remained frozen in that spot.
From that moment, the jewel got passed around for centuries between humans and youkai, until fate had once again brought it to the hands of the Taijiya clan when they fought it out of the body of a youkai centipede.
Many had wondered why the jewel had not been born in the daughter of Midoriko's elder sister. No one understood when she gained it instead. She had never had children as the jewel had always been passed down to the first-born. And so from that first born came Kikyo's bloodline.
The Miko Bloodline had left the demon slayers clan centuries ago as they no longer bore the burden of the Jewel. Instead they had spent their lives scouring the lands in search of it. And never had they gotten it. This was the way of fate. There was always a plan, a design.
It had ultimately come to lay in Kikyo's hand again. She was the descendant of the Miko from centuries ago. It was her soul that would bear the burden. But the design of fate had been interrupted when another human, Onigumo had lusted after her, repeating the same actions of her long dead ancestor. And so as the jewel became tainted in her blood. A call rang out to the only soul that could protect it, sending it to a time where it was not touched by the cruelty of life…
A baby girl crying in a hospital in the 20th century would bear the burden of the Jewel of Four Souls.
~***~
It had been a day now. Her lifeless body covered in the most beautiful gown of sapphire to match her eyes. She was in an open coffin within the parlour of the Tasiho estate. Her wounds had been sown up and sealed. She lay there gone forever. It was a solemn occasion. Very few had already known of her death. They wanted it to be a private mourning before the media got wind of it. They were all within the parlour talking about her and the impact she had had on their lives. Shippo had not wanted to leave her side. Tamiko stood by him wanting to comfort the young lord. All could see that he seemed to be taking this the worst. Kouga was right behind him. Were they ever going to be able to survive this? She looked so much more peaceful. Her face was no longer scrunched up in pain as it had been on the day of her gruesome attack.
This was true sorrow. They would never forget this feeling…