InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Chaos That Ensues ❯ The First Steps ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: NovaDemoness 
Little Pixie Kagome takes her first steps.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
Little Pixie Kagome takes her first steps.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
Hello again! I'm back with yet another chapter of The Chaos That Ensues, while I really should be working on Drama of an Online World. Really, I should be. But with the lack of inspiration and flow and all the rest of it, I simply haven't been able to come up with anything worth writing as far as that fic goes. But this one... I have parts of the end thought out and I'm not even there yet!
And I have the distinct feeling you'll all hate me in the end. But it's going to be exciting heading down that path to the finish line, and I hope you'll all stick with this fic through all the twists and turns (Or lack of, depending on my mood...) to the end.
Anywho... Thanks for reading through this short little blurb and I'll let you get on with the... Show?
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The new God was birthed only days after the perfect world was created, and the first breath he took was as full of miasma as it could ever have been. He breathed onto the world and his army was brought fort; to worship, to bind... To destroy all other life and build on the vastness of our world a throne that he could rule upon. A throne built on the bones of the innocent, upon the essence of magick and so full of evil that even the strongest of beings could not survive in the darkness he meant to shroud the world in.
Naraku was relentless in his quest for the dominion of the new world for he wanted it surely more than anything he could ever hope to possess. Were he merely a God, he would have desired the world to create simply in his own image, but with the Shikon-no-Tama coursing through his bones, our world became his obsession.
Were it not for the magickal beings who called this world their home, all would be lost. Not only would the world be without true life, it would be without hope, without love, without anything to make it real.
Our world would be a destitute place, a barren wasteland for the vultures and army of broken and bound men, women and children employed under Naraku. This world was to be a kingdom of the damned and the dead, a playground for the wicked. A place where the new God could rule without question, without care...
This world was to be a haven for chaos.
All knew it for truth that this war would be waged so long as the Dark Lord drew forth his miasmic breath, and as a God he was as immortal as the beings residing in the world he meant to conquer.
And so it was that all opposing Naraku fought an endless battle, not only for their own lives and safety, but for the very future of the world they had been birthed upon. For the lives and safe-keeping of their loved ones, mates and lovers, friends...
The battle was on.
************
Life in the Palace of the Moon was for the most part as peaceful as it could ever have been. As the newest additions to the castle, and the only Pixies to ever set foot anywhere near its towering walls, Hakira and Kagome were the life and excitement for many days after their arrival.
Hakira quickly became a favorite amongst the children when she dazzled them with her magicks. She brought forth small rain clouds to follow the children, sprinkling them when the days became unbearably hot. She coaxed the trees to raise their voices for the little ones to hear, so they might know the tales and wisdom tree-folk could offer. And some days when she played with the children flowers blossomed where her feet had been but seconds before.
When there was injury or ailment, Hakira's name was the first to be called. And the last. When the guards were careless in their sword training and took upon themselves even a tiny scratch it was she who was preferred even to the most well-known of Healers. When the little ones were ill with fever and the elders pained by their stiff joints, it was she who was called to aide them. It took but moments for her magic to rush freely and fluidly through the bodies of her patients and whatever slight upon them seemed to vanish.
The gifts she had received where others of her race were given flight and shape-change grew with the new experience she received and the burdens of deviation were cast from her mind and into the winds.
Her daughter was never alone, ever intriguing the adults of all races with her baffling scent and sweet laughter. Sesshomaru and InuYasha spent much of their time conversing over the matter of her smell, discussing what she didn't smell like to ultimately come out in the end with what she did smell like. But no matter what they came up with, her true scent was not revealed.
And no matter who they posed the question to, there was never an answer they could be satisfied with because it seemed her scent was completely unknown. But it became a delight for Sesshomaru and InuYasha to debate.
More often than not, the only place to find the young deviated Pixie was with the demon brothers, giggling at the faces they made and cooing at them as they spoke to her. It seemed it was her favorite place to be, as it was theirs as well. Sneaking away from their daily lessons to keep her company during the day and running away with her the moment they were caught, laughing and poking fun at the elderly demon in charge of their learning.
But besides her ever eluding scent and her appearance, which was so far from her mother's, Kagome was accepted completely. She was accepted into the hearts of nearly every member of the family she'd been brought into, and only those who had not met her in the short while she'd been living in the palace were unaware of her inspiring presence. And even then, the stories of her adorable features and the sounds of her giggling reached their ears.
On one of the many days after their arrival Kagome, Sesshomaru and InuYasha were out enjoying themselves in the summer sun while under the careful, watchful eyes of many of the palace dwellers. The demon brothers had endeavored to teach the little Pixie to walk, as she was only capable of crawling.
They had each held onto one of her tiny hands, mindful of the sharp claws, and held her standing. Beckoning her closer and closer, until one hand was released by InuYasha. She wavered and her wings twitched, but she continued to giggle and slowly walk her way towards the hand still holding her.
"C'mon, you can do it 'Gome!" came the encouraging cries from InuYasha, who was just as excited as the others. His brother kept his gaze fixed on the Pixie's face, never abandoning her eyes.
When the hand held by Sesshomaru was freed she stood a moment to catch her balance and nearly toppled over. But she was eager to reach her destination and once she'd steadied herself she moved her feet... One foot in front of the other until on the last step her arms reached out and fell into Sesshomaru's waiting arms, her tiny black wings fluttering softly against his skin.
It was difficult to tell who was most excited; the children or the onlookers. The smiles plastered to their faces and the triumphant cries made by the brothers and the little Pixie were not to be removed.
And the secret kiss Sesshomaru placed on Kagome's cheek was never forgotten; not by Sesshomaru and not even by Kagome.
After showing Hakira her daughter's next few steps, it was hard to tell who was more proud; Sesshomaru or the mother Pixie. Hakira had been more than excited, pulling Kagome into her loving arms and crying as she cooed and laughed and kissed her tiny nose.
But Sesshomaru's pride was silent to all others for it was he (and InuYasha, of course) who had taught such a tiny Pixie to walk. Not only in this, but in that she had been strong and capable and had learned to walk as easily and eagerly as he had been to teach her. And it was only to Kagome that he would ever share such secret information. To others, he remained the watchful and ever quiet first-born son of Lord Taishou.
It was this silence that Kagome grew so fond of; laughing in the face of others, quiet and calm when with the young demon. There were days where she and Sesshomaru would spend hours sitting in each other's company, lounging about in the gardens or high up in the trees. She would sit in his strong young arms and listen to the steady beat of his heart and his even breathing and it was then that she knew true happiness and smiles. And though the laughter of a child is always true, it was the quiet hours with Sesshomaru that brought her to silence and wonderment.
And a child of magickal birth does wonder, even more so than one would think.
She shared her thought-pictures with Sesshomaru, never hiding anything from him just as he hid nothing from her. When she dreamt at night it was often of the hours of quiet she shared with him...
After her arrival at the Palace of the Moon, Sesshomaru became her dearest friend, despite her not completely comprehending what that might mean. She knew what he thought to her and she knew he would never lie to her, like some of the palace might to shield her from some impurities. She knew he considered her his friend.
To her, that was all that mattered.
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It was only when the Lord of the House came home in the tiny hours of the morning, his armor coated in layer upon layer of blood and filth that the general routine of those in the castle was broken for the night, and panic and disorder put in place.
Hakira was called forth from her bedchamber immediately to tend Lord Taishou, her daughter awake before the messenger arrived and crying as she had only a seldom few times. She didn't like the idea of taking her daughter with her to heal her master who had been hurt so... But she didn't want to wake another, and so carried her sobbing child with her to the foyer, where the guards had carried their injured lord.
Kagome's cries ceased when she entered the room full of guards in their suits of bloodied armor, and when she was set down next to Lord Taishou, she looked intently up at his body. His armor had been stripped from his body and deep gashes were revealed, still sopping and dripping with blood. The little Pixie's eyes narrowed with distaste, and she hissed at the traces of iron still left behind on the body of her lord. The guards who had been with Lord Taishou were also injured, so the iron came not from one source, but from many.
All around were amazed, and it was only Hakira and others of the Faerie-kind in the room who knew why it was the little one hissed so. The metal was pungent in the very air and it seemed to burn into the eyes. Those who were not strong enough to handle the sense fainted while others simply left the room.
Hakira's hands lifted as they had once before, and she tried to call forth the Healing powers that blessed her on so many occasions. But she found that she could not. The strength it required for her to remain conscious in the presence of so much sharp metal was almost more than she could bear.
"I cannot heal this, my lord," Hakira whispered, just barely able to hold herself upright. Her mind was dizzy, she couldn't think, she couldn't concentrate... She felt so weak... "If you... Get everyone out of the room... Then I might have the strength do so... But the iron is so thick..."
Her words were the words of another, she could hardly hear them above the heavy beating of her heart. Her throat was constricting and she could hardly breathe. Her eyes were welling with blackened tears. Her limbs were stiff, her nerves on fire... She couldn't move...
Through the blackness of her tears she could see her tiny daughter crawling onto the bloodied lap of Lord Taishou, her blue-white eyes fixed on his face and her head cocked to the side. The light that enveloped the foyer, purging it of all traces of iron and evil, had been the last thing Hakira had seen before she'd drifted into unconsciousness...
To awaken to the sounds of Kagome's laughter and to the tale of how her fifteen-month-old daughter had saved the lives of Lord Taishou and the guards who accompanied him on the near death-bringing journey he would never speak of.
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So... What did you think? I really want to know what you think... Really really I do! Not only because I want to as an author, but because I haven't read it through yet and I really don't know if I've screwed up anywhere or not! And... I'm ridiculously sorry about the shortness of this chapter. I wanted to write it on my mom's computer because she has Microsoft Word, but that can't be helped now. I might rewrite some parts of this chapter later, add some things... Later though. But please help me... Please! Tell me what you think (even if it's to tell me you hate it!). I love you I love you I love you! Forever. And ever. And forever after that. Thanks big much.
And I have the distinct feeling you'll all hate me in the end. But it's going to be exciting heading down that path to the finish line, and I hope you'll all stick with this fic through all the twists and turns (Or lack of, depending on my mood...) to the end.
Anywho... Thanks for reading through this short little blurb and I'll let you get on with the... Show?
************
The new God was birthed only days after the perfect world was created, and the first breath he took was as full of miasma as it could ever have been. He breathed onto the world and his army was brought fort; to worship, to bind... To destroy all other life and build on the vastness of our world a throne that he could rule upon. A throne built on the bones of the innocent, upon the essence of magick and so full of evil that even the strongest of beings could not survive in the darkness he meant to shroud the world in.
Naraku was relentless in his quest for the dominion of the new world for he wanted it surely more than anything he could ever hope to possess. Were he merely a God, he would have desired the world to create simply in his own image, but with the Shikon-no-Tama coursing through his bones, our world became his obsession.
Were it not for the magickal beings who called this world their home, all would be lost. Not only would the world be without true life, it would be without hope, without love, without anything to make it real.
Our world would be a destitute place, a barren wasteland for the vultures and army of broken and bound men, women and children employed under Naraku. This world was to be a kingdom of the damned and the dead, a playground for the wicked. A place where the new God could rule without question, without care...
This world was to be a haven for chaos.
All knew it for truth that this war would be waged so long as the Dark Lord drew forth his miasmic breath, and as a God he was as immortal as the beings residing in the world he meant to conquer.
And so it was that all opposing Naraku fought an endless battle, not only for their own lives and safety, but for the very future of the world they had been birthed upon. For the lives and safe-keeping of their loved ones, mates and lovers, friends...
The battle was on.
************
Life in the Palace of the Moon was for the most part as peaceful as it could ever have been. As the newest additions to the castle, and the only Pixies to ever set foot anywhere near its towering walls, Hakira and Kagome were the life and excitement for many days after their arrival.
Hakira quickly became a favorite amongst the children when she dazzled them with her magicks. She brought forth small rain clouds to follow the children, sprinkling them when the days became unbearably hot. She coaxed the trees to raise their voices for the little ones to hear, so they might know the tales and wisdom tree-folk could offer. And some days when she played with the children flowers blossomed where her feet had been but seconds before.
When there was injury or ailment, Hakira's name was the first to be called. And the last. When the guards were careless in their sword training and took upon themselves even a tiny scratch it was she who was preferred even to the most well-known of Healers. When the little ones were ill with fever and the elders pained by their stiff joints, it was she who was called to aide them. It took but moments for her magic to rush freely and fluidly through the bodies of her patients and whatever slight upon them seemed to vanish.
The gifts she had received where others of her race were given flight and shape-change grew with the new experience she received and the burdens of deviation were cast from her mind and into the winds.
Her daughter was never alone, ever intriguing the adults of all races with her baffling scent and sweet laughter. Sesshomaru and InuYasha spent much of their time conversing over the matter of her smell, discussing what she didn't smell like to ultimately come out in the end with what she did smell like. But no matter what they came up with, her true scent was not revealed.
And no matter who they posed the question to, there was never an answer they could be satisfied with because it seemed her scent was completely unknown. But it became a delight for Sesshomaru and InuYasha to debate.
More often than not, the only place to find the young deviated Pixie was with the demon brothers, giggling at the faces they made and cooing at them as they spoke to her. It seemed it was her favorite place to be, as it was theirs as well. Sneaking away from their daily lessons to keep her company during the day and running away with her the moment they were caught, laughing and poking fun at the elderly demon in charge of their learning.
But besides her ever eluding scent and her appearance, which was so far from her mother's, Kagome was accepted completely. She was accepted into the hearts of nearly every member of the family she'd been brought into, and only those who had not met her in the short while she'd been living in the palace were unaware of her inspiring presence. And even then, the stories of her adorable features and the sounds of her giggling reached their ears.
On one of the many days after their arrival Kagome, Sesshomaru and InuYasha were out enjoying themselves in the summer sun while under the careful, watchful eyes of many of the palace dwellers. The demon brothers had endeavored to teach the little Pixie to walk, as she was only capable of crawling.
They had each held onto one of her tiny hands, mindful of the sharp claws, and held her standing. Beckoning her closer and closer, until one hand was released by InuYasha. She wavered and her wings twitched, but she continued to giggle and slowly walk her way towards the hand still holding her.
"C'mon, you can do it 'Gome!" came the encouraging cries from InuYasha, who was just as excited as the others. His brother kept his gaze fixed on the Pixie's face, never abandoning her eyes.
When the hand held by Sesshomaru was freed she stood a moment to catch her balance and nearly toppled over. But she was eager to reach her destination and once she'd steadied herself she moved her feet... One foot in front of the other until on the last step her arms reached out and fell into Sesshomaru's waiting arms, her tiny black wings fluttering softly against his skin.
It was difficult to tell who was most excited; the children or the onlookers. The smiles plastered to their faces and the triumphant cries made by the brothers and the little Pixie were not to be removed.
And the secret kiss Sesshomaru placed on Kagome's cheek was never forgotten; not by Sesshomaru and not even by Kagome.
After showing Hakira her daughter's next few steps, it was hard to tell who was more proud; Sesshomaru or the mother Pixie. Hakira had been more than excited, pulling Kagome into her loving arms and crying as she cooed and laughed and kissed her tiny nose.
But Sesshomaru's pride was silent to all others for it was he (and InuYasha, of course) who had taught such a tiny Pixie to walk. Not only in this, but in that she had been strong and capable and had learned to walk as easily and eagerly as he had been to teach her. And it was only to Kagome that he would ever share such secret information. To others, he remained the watchful and ever quiet first-born son of Lord Taishou.
It was this silence that Kagome grew so fond of; laughing in the face of others, quiet and calm when with the young demon. There were days where she and Sesshomaru would spend hours sitting in each other's company, lounging about in the gardens or high up in the trees. She would sit in his strong young arms and listen to the steady beat of his heart and his even breathing and it was then that she knew true happiness and smiles. And though the laughter of a child is always true, it was the quiet hours with Sesshomaru that brought her to silence and wonderment.
And a child of magickal birth does wonder, even more so than one would think.
She shared her thought-pictures with Sesshomaru, never hiding anything from him just as he hid nothing from her. When she dreamt at night it was often of the hours of quiet she shared with him...
After her arrival at the Palace of the Moon, Sesshomaru became her dearest friend, despite her not completely comprehending what that might mean. She knew what he thought to her and she knew he would never lie to her, like some of the palace might to shield her from some impurities. She knew he considered her his friend.
To her, that was all that mattered.
************
It was only when the Lord of the House came home in the tiny hours of the morning, his armor coated in layer upon layer of blood and filth that the general routine of those in the castle was broken for the night, and panic and disorder put in place.
Hakira was called forth from her bedchamber immediately to tend Lord Taishou, her daughter awake before the messenger arrived and crying as she had only a seldom few times. She didn't like the idea of taking her daughter with her to heal her master who had been hurt so... But she didn't want to wake another, and so carried her sobbing child with her to the foyer, where the guards had carried their injured lord.
Kagome's cries ceased when she entered the room full of guards in their suits of bloodied armor, and when she was set down next to Lord Taishou, she looked intently up at his body. His armor had been stripped from his body and deep gashes were revealed, still sopping and dripping with blood. The little Pixie's eyes narrowed with distaste, and she hissed at the traces of iron still left behind on the body of her lord. The guards who had been with Lord Taishou were also injured, so the iron came not from one source, but from many.
All around were amazed, and it was only Hakira and others of the Faerie-kind in the room who knew why it was the little one hissed so. The metal was pungent in the very air and it seemed to burn into the eyes. Those who were not strong enough to handle the sense fainted while others simply left the room.
Hakira's hands lifted as they had once before, and she tried to call forth the Healing powers that blessed her on so many occasions. But she found that she could not. The strength it required for her to remain conscious in the presence of so much sharp metal was almost more than she could bear.
"I cannot heal this, my lord," Hakira whispered, just barely able to hold herself upright. Her mind was dizzy, she couldn't think, she couldn't concentrate... She felt so weak... "If you... Get everyone out of the room... Then I might have the strength do so... But the iron is so thick..."
Her words were the words of another, she could hardly hear them above the heavy beating of her heart. Her throat was constricting and she could hardly breathe. Her eyes were welling with blackened tears. Her limbs were stiff, her nerves on fire... She couldn't move...
Through the blackness of her tears she could see her tiny daughter crawling onto the bloodied lap of Lord Taishou, her blue-white eyes fixed on his face and her head cocked to the side. The light that enveloped the foyer, purging it of all traces of iron and evil, had been the last thing Hakira had seen before she'd drifted into unconsciousness...
To awaken to the sounds of Kagome's laughter and to the tale of how her fifteen-month-old daughter had saved the lives of Lord Taishou and the guards who accompanied him on the near death-bringing journey he would never speak of.
************
So... What did you think? I really want to know what you think... Really really I do! Not only because I want to as an author, but because I haven't read it through yet and I really don't know if I've screwed up anywhere or not! And... I'm ridiculously sorry about the shortness of this chapter. I wanted to write it on my mom's computer because she has Microsoft Word, but that can't be helped now. I might rewrite some parts of this chapter later, add some things... Later though. But please help me... Please! Tell me what you think (even if it's to tell me you hate it!). I love you I love you I love you! Forever. And ever. And forever after that. Thanks big much.