InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Unspoken ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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The Unspoken

Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha or Yu yu hakusho, The honor belongs to the Authors: Rumiko Takashi and Yoshihiro Togashi.

Summary- A split personality, the inability to speak. The rumors, the strange glances. She knew they though her wierd, Half of her cried at this, The other didn't give a damn. Thus the power of a split personality, Half innocent, Half cruel. She Was The Unspoken. KagomeXKuramaXYouko

Prologue

It was an accident.

A horrible, terrible accident. She knew she shouldn't have spoken those words of reassurance.

She had only jinxed herself. . .

And them.

- - - -

Miroku turned toward her, his violet eyes concerned, "You will be okay, Kagome-sama?" She nodded, and giving him her brightest smile, she stated, " Everything will be fine Miroku," She smirked. "And when Naraku is finally dead you and Sango can do it in a bed this time," Her expression went from mischievous to innocent in two seconds flat, "Instead of sneaking off into the woods when you think no one's watching." He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish way. "We-...Ah..er..Kagome-sama....," He stuttered. She merely winked.

- - - -

She had lied. Unintentionally, but lied nonetheless.

Now they were gone. All of them.

Sango, her best friend, Miroku her friend and confidant, Kilala, her feline companion, And Shippo. Sweet, Innocent, little Shippo. My little Shippo.She remembered thinking. He was to be her son, after the final battle she was going to adopt him, By youkai law. They would have lived. They would have!

Inuyasha.

She grit her teeth, eyes scrunched shut, "Traitor," She whispered brokenly, "TRAITOR!" The word left a bitter taste in her mouth. It echoed throughout the forest. All was silent. They could have lived. "My fault," She accused, " All my fault."

She looked to the remains of her friends, her eyes empty. Soft laughter met her ears, slowly growing in volume.

At first she didn't respond. But as the laughter grew she turned her head. "Naraku." He smiled at her, a vicious smile, filled with lust and evil intent. "My little miko," He purred, "Now, It is only you and I." He taunted. "I was never yours!" She spat. His grin widened, "I wonder? What will you do without them to protect you?" He advanced on her. Not five feet separated them. He stepped in front of her, spreading his arms wide,
"Come here, little miko," And to his immense surprise and delight, she stood.

She walked towards him at an unsteady pace. As she stepped into his chilling embracre, she placed her hands on his chest. "You've killed them," Her voice was so weak and small. "For that, I will kill you." He merely smiled. Her fingers curled in his kimono, the only sign of her anger; his only warning. Her fingers were suddenly gone from their placement on his chest, Instead they gripped the Shikon that resided where his heart should be. "You will feel their pain." Her menacing whisper was all he heard; And then the pain struck. The scream that tore through his throat wasn't human.

Pain.

Anger.

Malice.

Vengeanc e.

Anguish.

Guilt.

Betrayal.

Sorrow.

It consumed him, never had he felt these emotions. Their memories, their emotions. He turned his tortured eyes to the miko responsible. "Miko!" His voice was like venom, "What have you done?" To his astonishment, she smiled. It wasn't her normal smile, no, It was a smile that promised pain and radiated malice. "Merely returning the favor," Was her response, "It is, afterall, what you did to them." Her cerulean eyes burned into him. He could feel it as her ki flared to life, slowly purifying the jewel, and himself. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips, ensuring his end with the simple action. "You will not get away this time. . ." Her voice was filled with promise, yet still so soft. He could feel his youki draining away. With the last of his strength he pulled his arms away. The splatter of her blood on his face was very pleasing.

"If I die, you do too." She smiled at him, a strangely happy smile. 'You've made your mistake, I will be with them then, While you rot in hell.' Her soft voice spoke in his mind, sounding very pleased. He grimanced. She began to glow then, her powers creating a purple shield around them. 'This is the end.' He knew. But yet, she rubbed it in his face. He flexed his claws, his hand still lodged through her throat. "Why do you still live?" He hissed, "You should be dead!" Her eyes were an eerie purple now, glowing with that power deep inside her. 'The shikon cannot die!' With that revelation, her power exploded around them.