InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Higurashi Seirin ❯ Never Anger a Goddess ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters in this fan fiction are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. The original characters and plot are the property of Chiaztolite, who is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

Summary: Sesshoumaru had offended a goddess and was turned into a woman. Stripped off of his gender and demon power, how would the proud yokai lord deal with this? Kagome and Inuyasha took him to the other side of the well for his own safety. Would he learn the lesson the goddess so desperately trying to teach him?

A/N: I might have to call the “world” in this story an alternate universe since it is slightly different from the world Rumiko Takahashi had created for Inuyasha. Most of the things are still the same. The well still connects the feudal era of Japan with modern-day Tokyo. Inuyasha is still accompanied by Kagome and the others. Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru still hate each other. Sesshoumaru still travels with Jaken, Rin, and Ah Un...

Here are the things that are different:

1.Naraku is not written in this story. Please think of it as the gang taking a break from chasing him throughout the duration of the story (just like in those filler episodes in the anime)

2.Sesshoumaru never lost his left arm.

I decided to write this story because I want to write something that makes me smile. Though I love my other fanfic: “Rulers of Four Directions”, sometimes I feel I need a break from such a serious story. Hope this story will make you smile too, if not laugh.

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The Story of Higurashi Seirin

Ch01: Never Anger a Goddess

 

A blur of red and white was seen leaping from one tree to another, moving at a great speed as if it was chasing something. Or at least in a hurry to get somewhere.

Sesshoumaru could smell his prey from miles away. His fine sense of smell could not be mistaken; it was indeed the scent of that blasted cat yokai who had been disturbing the peace of his lands. Why the cat was so adamant in its attempt to anger him, he could not comprehend. But he was beyond accustomed to having to deal with pesky little demons who tried to disrupt his lands in the hopes of becoming the Lord of the Western Lands themselves.

`Wishful thinking...' He scorned at those lesser beings, the corners of his lips curled to form a scathing smirk.

The trees around him turned into blur as he increased his speed, confident of his own ability to chase the culprit down and end its futile effort. The thought of digging his talons into its heart pleased him so.

He arrived at the edge of the forest, where it turned into an open area with a hot spring as its only occupant. The chill of late autumn night aided the steam to rise higher from the surface of the spring. Thick veil of mist impaired his vision, but only momentarily. Once his yokai eyes adapted to the obstacle, he inhaled deeply, trying to locate the scent he had so diligently followed.

Strangely, the scent had disappeared. He tried to sniff the air in every other direction... Alas, his effort proved futile. He clenched his jaw and balled his fingers into a tight fist. A pair of golden eyes narrowed in fury. How could he have lost his prey?

Soft humming of a female distracted him from his thought. His curiosity was aroused, thus he decided to search the source of the nameless tune.

He easily found her, sitting on a large rock in the middle of the spring, pouring steaming water on her naked skin. Frowning, he observed the female who was obviously unaware of his presence. Whoever she was, she clearly was not his target. Scoffing inwardly, he turned around to leave the bathing female undisturbed.

The sound of soft gasp caught his attention, causing him to swivel on his heel to face the female. She stood with her lower body immersed in the water; her slender arms were concealing her naked torso. Her long, raven haired hung loosely around her frame in damp, curled tendrils. For a moment they stood facing each other in silence. Then, she narrowed her dark eyes, regarding him suspiciously.

“...You were peeking, weren't you?” She asked him.

Her blatant accusation astounded him, yet the yokai lord kept his impassive face intact. He remained silent, contemplating whether or not he should grant this wench a response. Before he had the opportunity to decide, her soft chuckle reached his ears. Much to his surprise, he witnessed her lowering those arms that had been so modestly wrapped around herself. Casually, she plopped herself back on the rock. She crossed one knee on top of the other, straightening her spine to boast a pair of perfectly shaped breasts.

The yokai lord was, needless to say, at loss for words.

“Go ahead...” The female softly encouraged him. “You can stare.”

Sesshoumaru threw her one last look of disgust before he turned around.

“Shameless wench.” He hissed. “I have no desire to lay my eyes on you.”

He was prepared to take his leave, and yet once again was stopped by the sounds of splashing water. Even without turning around, he could tell the female was approaching him. He could smell her; she was close, very close, if not right behind him already. He could feel her damp fingers tugging the sleeves of his kimono, softly clucking her tongue in mock despair.

How dare she...

“... Do you not find me beautiful?” Again, that silky voice.

Why this female was so adamant to obtain his appreciation for her beauty, he could neither comprehend nor care. He simply knew he did not want to waste any more time to play this game. He shoved her hand away from his garb.

“You are merely an eyesore.” He stated, and he truly meant every word of it.

What happened next was not at all in his calculation. He could feel a hand gripping his neck, stronger than any force he had ever encountered. The strength pushed him across the hot spring, all the way until his back was forcefully pressed against a tree. His eyes widened in disbelief when he came to realize that it was her, the bathing female, who had him in her tight grip.

“I know you.” She hissed, her onyx-like eyes bore into his. An eerie grin appeared on her face as she inched her head closer to his. “I have heard of you.”

Who was she?

“You are only a mortal and yet you have the guts to offend me...”

A deep frown appeared on the yokai lord's forehead when he heard her scathing words. `Only a mortal'? Who did she think she....

“Sesshoumaru...” She mouthed his name. “Son of Inu no Taisho, Lord of the Western Lands... You will forever regret the day you offend Benten, the Goddess of Beauty...”

His stunned eyes grew even wider when she proclaimed her true identity: Benzaiten, also known as “Benten”, the Goddess of love and beauty. Desperate for air, he laid a grip on her wrist that was clutching his neck, but the goddess was stronger than he had ever imagined. When his efforts produced no result, he searched for the hilt of his sword, Tokijin, determined to sever the goddess' hand altogether.

As if she could read his mind, the goddess chuckled. Again, she softly clucked her tongue, making that pitying noised he despised so. He could feel her grip tightening on his neck, denying him air. His struggling hands faltered as his sights grew dim. He was losing consciousness, but not before he heard the goddess uttered her last words,

“You will pay for your arrogance, yokai...”

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How long he had been unconscious for, he could not tell. When he regained his consciousness, his body was floating in the hot spring, and he was drenched from head to toe. He could feel the pain on his throat, but the memory of what occurred prior to his collapse distracted him from the uncomfortable throbbing.

He hauled himself out of the water, cursing inwardly. He scanned his surrounding, wishing to find the cursed female, goddess or not goddess, who had degraded him. But she was nowhere to be found and her scent had vanished completely.

Still cursing her silently, he moved across the hot spring, dragging his wet and heavy garment with him. His pair of golden eyes was set ablaze with his wrath. In the 500 years of his life, never had anyone humiliated him so. Never. Whether it was by humans, demons, or gods, it did not matter.

His soak garment felt heavy on him as he stepped out of the hot spring. As he squeezed some of the excess water off his sleeves, he was greeted by the voice of a male.

“Well, well... Look what we have here...”

He looked up to find three young male demons emerging from the forest. Judging from the colour of their hair and markings, they were unmistakably from the tiger clan. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes as he watched them approaching the edge of the hot spring where he stood.

“You're here by yourself...” One of them asked, a sly grin on his face. “Care to play with us?”

The yokai lord was seething with anger as he was. And now these three idiots, who undoubtedly had a death wish, appeared to test his patience further.

“Do you wish to die, you...”

The voice that came out of his mouth startled him to the core, as it sounded nothing like his own. His deep baritone voice had been replaced with a high-pitched, yet smooth and rich, voice that resembled...

He looked down to glare upon his own body. His torso, which was previously flat, sculpted, and rippled with muscles, was now adorned with two identical mounds of flesh. He lifted his arms to stare at them. The magenta markings that had graced his forearms had disappeared, leaving the creamy skin untarnished. His masculine hands had disappeared, substituted with a pair of slender, feminine hands with finely tapered fingers.

A sudden realization turned his blood cold... He had been turned into a woman.

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Well, that's the first chapter. I'm really curious to hear what you readers think about it. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Please take some time to drop me a few lines. See you in the next chapter!

-Chiaztolite-