Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tournament Of Hell ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Kawaii Youkai 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 578 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.02.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 578 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: As much as I hate to admit it, I do NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho or Inu Yasha
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I've had this idea in my head for a while now, and I mean a LONG while, and even though I know
I really need to finish my other two stories I'm working on, this one won't get out of my head, so,
oh well, read on! ^^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tournament of Hell: Volume One
Prologue
Naraku surveyed the destructed lands with sadistic glee. Death and decay engulfed everything
unto the horizon. Naraku had a mission, and he was not about to fail. He would have the pure
energies that surrounded the mikos. Kikyou was as good as his now, all he needed was her
reincarnated self: Kagome.
The two most powerful mikos to live, besides that of Midoriko herself.
But even they might have been a challenge to her, once banded together with their combined
forces.
He was sure to control InuYasha once he had their minds, for the stupid half-breed was a love-
sick fool, he would follow them to the pits of hell, and had even pledged to Kikyou that he would.
Kagome, well, Naraku wasn't sure what he would do for Kagome, but he knew that the dog
hanyou's feelings went even deeper for her than that of Kikyou's. Inu Yasha felt sorry and pitied
Kikyou, but her hatred for him would bring them all down to hell.
But what the poor fools did not realize, was that Naraku himself was hell.
He had control of the greatest army to live, or rather, die. For his army was of undead souls,
ones that had been tormented and tortured, seeking revenge in blood money for what had become
of them. Although he had no real need of the army, he did not feel low enough to dirty his own
hands with the taint of Inu Yasha and his companions.
Naraku did not wish to kill the group as of yet, but the thought of toying with their minds once
more excited him in a way unimaginable to any people with only a small amount of pureness in
their heart.
Naraku kept them alive for his own reasons.
He placed a curse on the Monk's family line of sons. He did this in order to warn those that
displeased him. He had made a deal with the Grandfather of the Houshi Miroku, but the man
decided once he received what he wanted, he no longer wished to speak with Naraku. Naraku
came to him in many forms, as messengers of himself, but when the Monk finally tried to exorcize
a "messenger", Naraku became annoyed. And when Naraku becomes annoyed, someone pays.
That payment came in the form of an air rip, a wind tunnel if you will, to be placed in the right
hand of the monk's. A generational curse that slowly devours the soul of it's occupant, then pulls
in the body to finish the job. Naraku knew this was worse than death, so he displayed the raw
force and nature of himself to those that opposed him: You displease me, you die; You annoy me,
and I curse you and your family.
He forced Kikyou and Inu Yasha to betray one another. With this he proved that with no real
betrayal on a lover's part, he could force them to believe and hate each other. He lusted after the
priestess Kikyou, and in doing so, gave up his soul to become Naraku, an entity that was made up
of no one soul, half Onigumo, half a horde of demons.
He killed of all but one of the Taiji-ya peoples, Sango. The Slayers worried him, so he disposed
of them like trash, leaving all but one alive. Naraku placed a Shikon Shard in her brother's back,
to controlling him, but the boy had been dead, and so could not be brought back to life. Naraku
controlled his body, but his soul had gone, unbeknownst to his elder sibling. Through Kohaku, the
younger brother of Sango, he carried a weakness of her.
Naraku knew he had to take possession of the whole Shikon Jewel soon, else he would be killed
and his soul destroyed by the group, for their powers were growing stronger by the moment.
Inu Yasha had surpassed his father, not quite his brother yet, but he had killed Ryokotsusei
(sp?), his father's worst enemy, and the one that Inu Tashio had died after the battle with.
Naraku's thoughts turned back to the destruction he had created. A smirk appeared at the sight
of it, and Naraku looked almost gleeful. ‘Time to look for survivors,' he though, ‘and for those
that lived THAT attack, to kill them.'
With his smirk still on his face, Naraku strode around the carnage, ignoring the foul stench of
human piss and burning flesh. As he entered what appeared to have used to have been a human
trading market, something caught his eye.
It was a mirror.
There was no unusual look about it, but Naraku's demon instincts told him that there was a
mystical force to it. The mirror stood almost six feet high, taller than Naraku himself. It was set in
unpolished silver (It may have been polished before Naraku's attack on everything, but it was not
covered n filth), nothing truly expensive or exquisite about it.
Naraku reached out a clawed finger to touch it, and when he came in contact with it, a warm
feeling went through his finger, up his arm, and into his body. A blue-ish aura came into sight
from it, and Naraku soon had a look of curiosity upon his face.
It did not hurt Naraku, so he ordered one of his undead army men over to him. "Step into that
mirror," he ordered the soldier. The soldier appeared a bit confused, but he did not wish to die
again, so he placed his foot into the mirror, the blue aura returned, and when the soldier was half-
way through, Naraku ordered him to stop. "When you reach the other side, take a brief look
around and return quickly, tell me what you see when you return." The soldier nodded and
stepped through the doorway, disappearing into the blue light and out of sight.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kagome sighed as she climbed the ladder out of the Bone Eater's Well. She'd had to sit Inu
Yasha three times to get him to agree with letting her stay four days, and even that had been
pushing it. As she neared the top of the well, she threw her big yellow backpack over the edge
and climbed out of the well. Kagome dusted herself off and walked up the wooden stairs to the
shrine grounds, leaving her book bag to pick up later.
As she slid the door open to leave the well house, a clothed hand was placed over her mouth,
and she smelled the sweetness of chloroform on it. Releasing a blaze of purifying miko energy, a
blast of pink glow surrounded her as she threw her attacker away from her with her powers. She
collapsed on top of her legs, which folded beneath her from the shock.
As Kagome inspected the attacker, she saw something she did NOT expect to see.
Even though he looked much older, she would recognize that fluffy yellow tail and fox paws
anywhere. Kagome stared in shock at his unconscious form at a loss.
It was Shippou.
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Mwaaa haaaa haaaa! I'll bet you weren't expecting that!!! Actually.......... I wasn't expecting it
either....... Well, I guess we'll just see where this takes us then, huh? Oh, and expect the chapters
to be MUCH longer, I'm going for....... hopefully six to ten pages on Word Perfect. Maybe more,
and considering this was three pages long, expect it to be about twice or three times as long as
this chapter was. YAY! ^^ R&R!!!
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PUSH
THE
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I've had this idea in my head for a while now, and I mean a LONG while, and even though I know
I really need to finish my other two stories I'm working on, this one won't get out of my head, so,
oh well, read on! ^^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tournament of Hell: Volume One
Prologue
Naraku surveyed the destructed lands with sadistic glee. Death and decay engulfed everything
unto the horizon. Naraku had a mission, and he was not about to fail. He would have the pure
energies that surrounded the mikos. Kikyou was as good as his now, all he needed was her
reincarnated self: Kagome.
The two most powerful mikos to live, besides that of Midoriko herself.
But even they might have been a challenge to her, once banded together with their combined
forces.
He was sure to control InuYasha once he had their minds, for the stupid half-breed was a love-
sick fool, he would follow them to the pits of hell, and had even pledged to Kikyou that he would.
Kagome, well, Naraku wasn't sure what he would do for Kagome, but he knew that the dog
hanyou's feelings went even deeper for her than that of Kikyou's. Inu Yasha felt sorry and pitied
Kikyou, but her hatred for him would bring them all down to hell.
But what the poor fools did not realize, was that Naraku himself was hell.
He had control of the greatest army to live, or rather, die. For his army was of undead souls,
ones that had been tormented and tortured, seeking revenge in blood money for what had become
of them. Although he had no real need of the army, he did not feel low enough to dirty his own
hands with the taint of Inu Yasha and his companions.
Naraku did not wish to kill the group as of yet, but the thought of toying with their minds once
more excited him in a way unimaginable to any people with only a small amount of pureness in
their heart.
Naraku kept them alive for his own reasons.
He placed a curse on the Monk's family line of sons. He did this in order to warn those that
displeased him. He had made a deal with the Grandfather of the Houshi Miroku, but the man
decided once he received what he wanted, he no longer wished to speak with Naraku. Naraku
came to him in many forms, as messengers of himself, but when the Monk finally tried to exorcize
a "messenger", Naraku became annoyed. And when Naraku becomes annoyed, someone pays.
That payment came in the form of an air rip, a wind tunnel if you will, to be placed in the right
hand of the monk's. A generational curse that slowly devours the soul of it's occupant, then pulls
in the body to finish the job. Naraku knew this was worse than death, so he displayed the raw
force and nature of himself to those that opposed him: You displease me, you die; You annoy me,
and I curse you and your family.
He forced Kikyou and Inu Yasha to betray one another. With this he proved that with no real
betrayal on a lover's part, he could force them to believe and hate each other. He lusted after the
priestess Kikyou, and in doing so, gave up his soul to become Naraku, an entity that was made up
of no one soul, half Onigumo, half a horde of demons.
He killed of all but one of the Taiji-ya peoples, Sango. The Slayers worried him, so he disposed
of them like trash, leaving all but one alive. Naraku placed a Shikon Shard in her brother's back,
to controlling him, but the boy had been dead, and so could not be brought back to life. Naraku
controlled his body, but his soul had gone, unbeknownst to his elder sibling. Through Kohaku, the
younger brother of Sango, he carried a weakness of her.
Naraku knew he had to take possession of the whole Shikon Jewel soon, else he would be killed
and his soul destroyed by the group, for their powers were growing stronger by the moment.
Inu Yasha had surpassed his father, not quite his brother yet, but he had killed Ryokotsusei
(sp?), his father's worst enemy, and the one that Inu Tashio had died after the battle with.
Naraku's thoughts turned back to the destruction he had created. A smirk appeared at the sight
of it, and Naraku looked almost gleeful. ‘Time to look for survivors,' he though, ‘and for those
that lived THAT attack, to kill them.'
With his smirk still on his face, Naraku strode around the carnage, ignoring the foul stench of
human piss and burning flesh. As he entered what appeared to have used to have been a human
trading market, something caught his eye.
It was a mirror.
There was no unusual look about it, but Naraku's demon instincts told him that there was a
mystical force to it. The mirror stood almost six feet high, taller than Naraku himself. It was set in
unpolished silver (It may have been polished before Naraku's attack on everything, but it was not
covered n filth), nothing truly expensive or exquisite about it.
Naraku reached out a clawed finger to touch it, and when he came in contact with it, a warm
feeling went through his finger, up his arm, and into his body. A blue-ish aura came into sight
from it, and Naraku soon had a look of curiosity upon his face.
It did not hurt Naraku, so he ordered one of his undead army men over to him. "Step into that
mirror," he ordered the soldier. The soldier appeared a bit confused, but he did not wish to die
again, so he placed his foot into the mirror, the blue aura returned, and when the soldier was half-
way through, Naraku ordered him to stop. "When you reach the other side, take a brief look
around and return quickly, tell me what you see when you return." The soldier nodded and
stepped through the doorway, disappearing into the blue light and out of sight.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kagome sighed as she climbed the ladder out of the Bone Eater's Well. She'd had to sit Inu
Yasha three times to get him to agree with letting her stay four days, and even that had been
pushing it. As she neared the top of the well, she threw her big yellow backpack over the edge
and climbed out of the well. Kagome dusted herself off and walked up the wooden stairs to the
shrine grounds, leaving her book bag to pick up later.
As she slid the door open to leave the well house, a clothed hand was placed over her mouth,
and she smelled the sweetness of chloroform on it. Releasing a blaze of purifying miko energy, a
blast of pink glow surrounded her as she threw her attacker away from her with her powers. She
collapsed on top of her legs, which folded beneath her from the shock.
As Kagome inspected the attacker, she saw something she did NOT expect to see.
Even though he looked much older, she would recognize that fluffy yellow tail and fox paws
anywhere. Kagome stared in shock at his unconscious form at a loss.
It was Shippou.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mwaaa haaaa haaaa! I'll bet you weren't expecting that!!! Actually.......... I wasn't expecting it
either....... Well, I guess we'll just see where this takes us then, huh? Oh, and expect the chapters
to be MUCH longer, I'm going for....... hopefully six to ten pages on Word Perfect. Maybe more,
and considering this was three pages long, expect it to be about twice or three times as long as
this chapter was. YAY! ^^ R&R!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PUSH
THE
BUTTON
RIGHT
DOWN
HERE
!!!!!!!!