InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Protection of Creation. ❯ The Gods, the Making, then the Jelousy ( Chapter 1 )

Read this or die. Kidding. Ok. My sister and I have a competition going on about who can write the best Pandora's Box story. The rules are that we can very the myth in any way that we see fit, though the readers have to be able to tell that it is Pandora's story (who is of cores Kagome), it doesn't matter the length, or the settings of rating, paring, or if there are lemons or not. No asking for help, and no reading the other persons story personally, so we will rely on your reviews to tell us which is better. Please read both and then review, so we can compare reviews from people, be as critical as you can with your reviews. My story will be better, and I will defiantly have lemons later.

If any of you readers would like to join in the competition of your own version of Pandoras box, then let either one of us know and we will ad your names to the list.

Prelude.

The Gods, the Making, and the Jealousy.

Long ago, when the gods were just created by themselves, there was grate unity between the brother/husbands and the sister/wives. They wandered the empty `verse but became bored and lonely with the nothingness that surrounded them. So the oldest brother/husband and the oldest sister/wife created pleasure amongst themselves: games and fun.

They taught it to the other gods, and eventually they became bored with this also. So as a recreation they began to fool around with nothingness.

The youngest brother/husband and sister/wife refrained from all such activities. They watched and learned all there was to know about the new activities and gathered all the personal information on the older gods.

One day, though there was no day, two of the gods found that there was a puddle of nothingness that had some hidden potential. They could feel it. They played with it and formed it to how they thought it wanted and when they were done they had created a rough sphere. They showed it to the other gods and they all marveled at the strangeness of it and soon each pair of gods had created their own sphere.

They lined them all up in random order, and the original being first, the oldest pairs being last and the sphere created by the youngest pair being third. Their happened to be nine planets, establishing that there are eighteen gods.

Quickly, the gods were grabbling over the left over nothingness trying to make more of the spheres. They all wanted to make more of them. The youngest pair caught hold of a small piece and were content to make a small model of there original.

The other gods fought amongst themselves. They threw pieces at there partners and formed as many of the small spheres as they could, fallowing the example of the youngest pair. The pieces of nothing that had splattered when thrown lay forgotten. (Asteroids, duh.)

They placed their small spheres around the larger ones to offset the beauty of there larger pieces, each a work of art. Soon though, they became bored with the fact that they never changed or moved. One of the middle pairs of gods, the pair that had obtained the most globs of nothingness to have more smaller spheres than others plotted that they would create likenesses of themselves to place on the sphere.

They created the likenesses but had no way to make them move and act. They consulted the pair next to them and they managed to make them move, but not without command. After much consulting, so that all of the brother/husbands and sister/wives, minus the youngest pair, were involved, they found the almost perfect semblance of themselves.

Unbeknownst to all the older brother/husbands and sister/wives the youngest pair had known of the new creations and were making some as well, learning from the mistakes of the other gods. But because they were the secret observers they could not point out that there was no drive to create as they had, in the creations.

One of the pairs in the middle decided to go first. They set the creations on the sphere and the creations were to big and they just sat on the sphere, not moving, until they all fell off and splattered, save one that landed on its feet. That creation decided that its meaning of creation was meant to place the sphere on its shoulders and meditate on anything that came to its mind, the meaning of life and such forth. (Hehe, the sculpture of Atlas.)

The oldest pair decided to place their creations upon their spheres next. They took advise from the others and made there likenesses smaller and found a way that the likenesses would not slide off the sphere. But they, too, failed. There likenesses died from hunger, thirst and cold, the sphere growing ice and radiating loneliness.

The pair that made the first sphere decided to go next, but to keep there creations alive on there sphere they also made changes from the original sphere, they added vegetation and liquid for hunger and thirst, they had found a new patch of pliable nothingness and they created funny shaped things that would move and act like the creations so there likenesses would eat well. They took the biggest clump of the new nothingness and created a new sphere. This one they also gave a characteristic to, like the vegetation on the original sphere. They gave it heat. Then they placed the likenesses in their sphere and watched them thrive for a short time before that sphere, too, failed. They were to close to the heat source on one side of the sphere, so half the likenesses burned to death, the other freezing.

On the gods went, modifying there work after every failure. They made the spheres spin to keep burning and freezing at bay, but eventually they died without there being any replacing them. So the next pair created reproduction. Then there was lack of communication in the likenesses, causing war. They took the option of war from all further likenesses and created language to help them understand and get along with one another. Then there was disease, they could communicate, but they were not brilliant enough to stay clean or have order. So they created smartness and order, taking the option of disease from the likenesses as well.

The last two sets of the older gods also took away greed, laziness, pain, sadness, deceit, and hatred, storms, droughts, floods, and all the personality flaws, and those flaws of the environment. They created calm and name and dedication, faith and family.

But after all the flaws were worked out, all the spheres of the first eight were used up and pockets of nothingness were not as in abundance since they had used so much to create and then to modify. They knew what to do now, they had the perfect combination, right, so they stared at the third sphere in the line, the one created by the youngest pair of gods, and crept forward, to place creations upon and to poses a creation that was not theirs.

At the last possible second, the youngest gods stepped between their creation and their brothers and sisters. They had hoped that they would learn from the creations and the modifications they made to them. They were displaying symptoms of greed and pride at there accomplishments. Secrecy and deceit towards each other.

(They are all brothers and sisters, but only the pairs are husband and wife, like the oldest pair, they are siblings, but they are also husband and wife, but only to each other, not to the other pairs.)

The youngest pair explained that they knew about the creations and had followed the modifications that they had all made. They knew what was needed to keep there own creations alive and did not need the others modifying there sphere without there approval, thank you very much.

And the youngest pair did just that. They placed their creations on a sphere that had plenty of food and drink, shelter, calm, family, and reproduction. There was no war, disease, famine, anger, greed, or hate. There was also no need for the expression of hope that the youngest pair had kept towards their siblings, hope that they would succeed, and then hope that they would understand, but they added it anyways, because it was the only thing totally there's that they had to add to the small, perfect, likenesses. On their sphere, the perfect paradise, Shangri-La, nirvana, heaven.

Upon seeing the success that the youngest gods had achieved, the older gods became enraged. They had created and watched their creations die while these two had not participated and they spied and then achieved success. No, the older gods thought, they too should experience the pain of loss and failure.

The oldest pair of gods came up with the idea that even though there was no fault with the sphere now, dose not mean that they and the others could not make faults as easily as they had erased them. They gathered remaining bits of nothingness, small particles though they were, and they fashioned as many of the faults as they could remember. But there was not enough for them to set the sphere on a path to failure.

The pair that had created the first likenesses pulled out a small gloop of nothingness. The last bit to be found for an ever time. Not enough for the whole sphere to fail either. Then an idea came to one of the pair.

(Yes I know that statement is messed up, but they are gods.)

She had all the other older gods take a small part of the nothingness and hold it. They were then to think of how they wanted all of their small parts of faulty creation to be able to coat the whole of the creations on that sphere. Thus, each of the small pieces of nothingness became contagion. They attached their small pieces of contagion to all of the faults so they would be spread and taught. The creations would eventually destroy themselves, and the oldest gods would enjoy every minute, watching the destruction.

They came to the youngest pair of gods with faces of remorse and offered them gifts. The youngest pair, thrilled with the prospect of having harmony with their siblings again, accepted the gifts, and, upon the urging of their older siblings, released the fatale flaws upon all successful creation.

What the older gods did not know sat that the youngest pair had actually added something of their own: hope.

Hope would be what saved the sphere and all successful creation. After but a few short days of complete paradise, the likenesses on the sphere wee flooded and frozen and burned. They turned to each other for comfort but only found blame and anger, then pain and suffering. The vegetation and live food also suffered, they died of exposure and soon the likenesses were starving to death as well.

The pain and suffering were too much for the youngest to stand. It caused them emotional pain to know that they had bean the ones to release such destruction. They tried to take out the faults where they appeared but the symptom of contagion had caused fault and flaw to spread like the fires all around. They could not catch them from the places they held outside the sphere.

The youngest pair of gods looked at each other and together devised a plan to save their creation, their children.

The wife took out their last bit of nothingness that they had kept hidden. As she formed a box that would hold all of the flaws, the husband looked into himself and saw a power that shown green. He took that power, that which had allowed him to mold the nothingness, and used it to mold himself. He made himself into a semblance of a likeness and attempted to reach the surface of the sphere, but there were rules that even a god must follow. He could not touch the lives of the likenesses in all his glory, so he would just have to find a way around the rule that he hadn't known existed before.

The husband god searched for a way into the sphere. Then he saw something amazing. While viewing the lives of those that lived on the sphere he managed to observe one of the native mating rituals. That was it. That was how they would find a way onto the sphere. They would strip themselves of most of there godly power, there memory, and place themselves in the wombs of women that would bare them through pregnancy and then they would enter the world, ready to complete there mission.

The wife god was fashioning a box that would hold all the fatal faults. So absorbed in her work that she did not notice the appearance of the two oldest gods until to late.

The finished box in hand, the wife god shaped also shaped herself in the semblance of a likeness. The husband god had blazed a trail of direction and information of how they were to accomplish the mission. She took a glance at the instructions and then turned around. If they were required to leave there godly glory behind, then there would be no one to protect the sphere.

As the wife god harnessed all of her godly glory she created a protective barrier around the sphere. When the oldest gods, outside the sphere, noticed this, they threw themselves into the sphere, speeding through the trail of instruction that the youngest husband god had left, tearing it to peaces in there wake.

The youngest wife god finished her barrier over her sphere just in time to see the last strings of the trail that her husband god had left for her. She noticed the form of the land that it had stopped over and headed towards it. She had glanced at the trail before it had disappeared so she knew that she needed to find a woman's womb that had recently bean touched by a man and was ready for a child, and then place herself in that womb. That was all that she had been able to catch on a glimpse.

The youngest wife god attempted to enter the lives of the likenesses, but the attempt caused her pain. She tried again, and again. She was doing something wrong, she would not be let through, and they would fail. Her creations would die.

Such anger and despair were in these thoughts that the youngest wife god did not notice that she was slamming herself into a wall of pain over and over and over. So much was the unnoticed pain that the young wife god so happened to unnoticedely slip away into unconsciousness. And as fate would place her in the womb of it's choosing, so it would also have it that the young wife god lost hold of the box that could hold all failure or all accomplishment in its shallow depths. The box, falling somewhere on the same land as her, but not in a place to be revealed for some time.

While the young wife god had bean creating the box then the barrier, the young husband god studied the lives of the likenesses, choosing one woman that would pass on a position of immense power to him when he left her womb. He left instructions for his partner to also chose a woman that would leave her high in ranking.

But of cores we all know that she never received that message. Or any of his other instructions. They all wound up on the same piece of land though, within just a few years, eligibly, between all of them. All striped of memory, left with only intention.

(There are demons in this so they have to be at least 200 years older than the humans in the pairings. Naraku and Sesshomaru are demons, while Kagome is a miko and Kikyo something evil with power, I haven't decided yet.)

r&r, please, or I will never update again, on any of my stories, even if I do lose the contest with my sister.