InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Never Judge a Book by the Cover ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor the essentail ideas behind the plot line of this story. The idea for this story came from the book: Fantasy Lover, by Sherrilyn Kenyon. You should read the book if you like my story.
Pairing: Inu/Kag; Mir/San; Sess/Rin Rating: M or X which ever you prefer
Now, On with the story!
I was born the bastard son of the Great Inu-no-Taisho, the great dog demon general/ruler of the Western Lands. My mother was a human hime in a province of the Western Lands. She and my father fell in love after his mate died. Father died protecting mother and I when I was born. My jackass brother will never forgive me for this. Mother took care of me after this. She never complained, even when her own kind shunned her because of me. When she passed on, I was completely excluded from the world. The humans wouldn't accept me because I was part youkai. The youkai wouldn't accept me because I was tainted with human blood. They even attempted to hunt me down. I am not the Inu-no-Taisho's son for nothing.
After I had grown to maturity, I met a young miko. Kikyou was her name. She was beautiful, kind, and accepting...somewhat. She became the one and only friend I had made up until this time. She didn't seem to mind as much as everyone else that I was hanyou. Yet, she never let me forget that she was human, and that I was not. She wouldn't soil her good family name with my tainted blood.
She was the guardian of the Shikon no Tama. The jewel of four souls. The bane of my existence. My utter salvation. With the jewel I could become a full fledged demon. She wished for me to become human. That would never happen. I despised and hated the idea of becoming human. It wasn't what I wanted from life, but would she listen to me? No.
One day, a very evil man came to the village. Naraku was his name. He knew that Kikyou and I didn‘t fully trust each other. He knew that we had issues in our “relationship”. He just added to the problems. I could tell he lusted after Kikyou, like a dog in heat. It was sick to smell and even worse to watch. He mostly lusted after the power of the shikon no tama. I tried to warn Kikyou, but she wouldn't listen to me. I think she secretly liked the idea of someone who she thought wasn’t tainted lusting after her, even a power grubbing bandit.
Naraku grew impatient with his lack of progress in acquiring the jewel and decided to make his move. He shape shifted into my form. He stalked Kikyou and attacked her when he knew I wasn't around. Kikyou thought it was me and attacked back. He delivered a fatal blow to her side and then vanished into the trees. Kikyou in turn came looking for me. When she found me lounging under the goshinboku tree, she began to yell at me about my "betrayal". I stood up to help her walk, but she shot an arrow at me. The arrow missed and she collapsed. Within seconds she was dead. Her body disintegrated, taking the jewel with it.
Naraku, pissed that I was not killed and the shikon had disappeared with Kikyou, came after me. He cursed me with all of his power. He laughed as he lay drained, but not dead, watching as I was sucked into a scroll. I screamed, but no one could hear me. I found myself enclosed in a world of black. There was no sound, no light, no air. I couldn’t talk, see, hear, nor breathe. I didn’t seem to need to breathe. I was stuck, all alone, with only my memories to haunt me. It was later that I found out the full extent of my curse.
My inability to get close to anyone in my life turned out to be my downfall. Naraku, knowing my trust issues, cursed me to be at the mercy of unknown people. I was a slave. A love slave. I was cursed to live a life of being summoned for one lunar cycle where I was to do anything and everything my summoner commanded. I was to please her (or him) for the entire month. At the end of the month I was forced to return to my scroll, which was later turned into a book.
The years rolled by, me being summoned to sate women’s lust time and time again. It makes me physically ill to remember all of the women who used me and my body to fulfill their own wishes. I was merely a play toy, something to use when they felt horny. The only good thing about the deal was that the same woman could not summon me twice. That was my only consolation in many cases. Most of the women I was forced to pleasure were unsatisfied in their marriages. They used me to further their own agendas, hiding me from husbands and families that they were part of.
The worst aspect of this curse was my own feelings on the matter. None of these people cared about me. All they cared about was themselves. They didn’t care if I was left in agonizing pain, due to the fact that the curse also prevented me from being able to orgasm. So no matter how much pleasure I was forced to give to others, I was continually denied.
Until one day, five hundred years after I was sealed in the scroll. My shining light came to me. She had no idea what she was doing at the time, but she changed my life for the better. She was the first person in my life, since my mother, who treated me like an equal. Like someone worthy of caring for. She is the light of my life, and my saving grace.
Here is our story.
Well everyone…this is my new story idea. Let me know what you think. I really appreciate reviews, the more I get, the sooner I will update! I need to know if you guys want me to continue with this story! Ja ne for now! PLEASE REVIEW!
Pairing: Inu/Kag; Mir/San; Sess/Rin Rating: M or X which ever you prefer
Now, On with the story!
I was born the bastard son of the Great Inu-no-Taisho, the great dog demon general/ruler of the Western Lands. My mother was a human hime in a province of the Western Lands. She and my father fell in love after his mate died. Father died protecting mother and I when I was born. My jackass brother will never forgive me for this. Mother took care of me after this. She never complained, even when her own kind shunned her because of me. When she passed on, I was completely excluded from the world. The humans wouldn't accept me because I was part youkai. The youkai wouldn't accept me because I was tainted with human blood. They even attempted to hunt me down. I am not the Inu-no-Taisho's son for nothing.
After I had grown to maturity, I met a young miko. Kikyou was her name. She was beautiful, kind, and accepting...somewhat. She became the one and only friend I had made up until this time. She didn't seem to mind as much as everyone else that I was hanyou. Yet, she never let me forget that she was human, and that I was not. She wouldn't soil her good family name with my tainted blood.
She was the guardian of the Shikon no Tama. The jewel of four souls. The bane of my existence. My utter salvation. With the jewel I could become a full fledged demon. She wished for me to become human. That would never happen. I despised and hated the idea of becoming human. It wasn't what I wanted from life, but would she listen to me? No.
One day, a very evil man came to the village. Naraku was his name. He knew that Kikyou and I didn‘t fully trust each other. He knew that we had issues in our “relationship”. He just added to the problems. I could tell he lusted after Kikyou, like a dog in heat. It was sick to smell and even worse to watch. He mostly lusted after the power of the shikon no tama. I tried to warn Kikyou, but she wouldn't listen to me. I think she secretly liked the idea of someone who she thought wasn’t tainted lusting after her, even a power grubbing bandit.
Naraku grew impatient with his lack of progress in acquiring the jewel and decided to make his move. He shape shifted into my form. He stalked Kikyou and attacked her when he knew I wasn't around. Kikyou thought it was me and attacked back. He delivered a fatal blow to her side and then vanished into the trees. Kikyou in turn came looking for me. When she found me lounging under the goshinboku tree, she began to yell at me about my "betrayal". I stood up to help her walk, but she shot an arrow at me. The arrow missed and she collapsed. Within seconds she was dead. Her body disintegrated, taking the jewel with it.
Naraku, pissed that I was not killed and the shikon had disappeared with Kikyou, came after me. He cursed me with all of his power. He laughed as he lay drained, but not dead, watching as I was sucked into a scroll. I screamed, but no one could hear me. I found myself enclosed in a world of black. There was no sound, no light, no air. I couldn’t talk, see, hear, nor breathe. I didn’t seem to need to breathe. I was stuck, all alone, with only my memories to haunt me. It was later that I found out the full extent of my curse.
My inability to get close to anyone in my life turned out to be my downfall. Naraku, knowing my trust issues, cursed me to be at the mercy of unknown people. I was a slave. A love slave. I was cursed to live a life of being summoned for one lunar cycle where I was to do anything and everything my summoner commanded. I was to please her (or him) for the entire month. At the end of the month I was forced to return to my scroll, which was later turned into a book.
The years rolled by, me being summoned to sate women’s lust time and time again. It makes me physically ill to remember all of the women who used me and my body to fulfill their own wishes. I was merely a play toy, something to use when they felt horny. The only good thing about the deal was that the same woman could not summon me twice. That was my only consolation in many cases. Most of the women I was forced to pleasure were unsatisfied in their marriages. They used me to further their own agendas, hiding me from husbands and families that they were part of.
The worst aspect of this curse was my own feelings on the matter. None of these people cared about me. All they cared about was themselves. They didn’t care if I was left in agonizing pain, due to the fact that the curse also prevented me from being able to orgasm. So no matter how much pleasure I was forced to give to others, I was continually denied.
Until one day, five hundred years after I was sealed in the scroll. My shining light came to me. She had no idea what she was doing at the time, but she changed my life for the better. She was the first person in my life, since my mother, who treated me like an equal. Like someone worthy of caring for. She is the light of my life, and my saving grace.
Here is our story.
Well everyone…this is my new story idea. Let me know what you think. I really appreciate reviews, the more I get, the sooner I will update! I need to know if you guys want me to continue with this story! Ja ne for now! PLEASE REVIEW!