Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I have chosen to invade the Inuyasha world.
Jewel’s Revenge
Prologue
Separation. Cast back into the future to live her life as it should have been lived, before she’d fallen down the well. Finishing high school and moping around at home until the well reopened, and she could jump through time once again. Making the decision to live in the past, and making that time period her future.
Being around Sango and Miroku. Watching them play with their children. Waving goodbye to Shippo as he went off to train his magic with other fox demons. Delighting in the joy Rin felt when she received gifts from her surrogate father, Sesshomaru.
She and Inuyasha being together…
Well, if anything, the last part of her dream came true. However, the two of them living a ‘happily-ever-after’ life… Now, that didn’t happen.
After destroying Naraku, making the jewel whole again, and then getting sucked into the jewel… Hell, every battle before was a vacation compared to what they had gone through—was still going through.
There had been no going home after they completed the jewel. The moment Inuyasha and she had defeated the jewel’s ‘mind games’, and she had made her wish, the both of them had been cast out—flung out—into the world without thought or care of where they’d end up.
And where they had landed…
The monsters they had fought. The evil they had destroyed… They hadn’t been prepared for any of it. The trials of Naraku, and what he had put them through, had been a drop in a bucket in comparison to the horrors they’d seen.
The girl she had once been. The ‘boy’ Inuyasha had been… They died a long time ago. The death of her childhood more traumatizing than that of Inu’s. He had experienced hatred from the time he understood what the emotion was.
She… She hadn’t, not truly. Not ever.
As a priestess, she’d been feared and awed. She’d been looked down upon and sneered at. She knew racism, faced discrimination, stood up against prejudice assholes, chewed out sexist pricks, but never had she been truly hated. Fear disguised as hatred she’d seen, yes, but not hated.
Not hated…
But that emotion was now a part of her life. Hated because of the color of her skin. Hated for the color of her hair. Hated because of her power… And, forgive her for this thought, but hated like Inuyasha was because he was a half-breed, if he could still be called such.
At first, they had believed the jewel was all knowing. But that wasn’t right, because it was a creation of man—well, a woman—and thus imperfect and its knowledge limited to what Midoriko knew.
But, then they got to thinking about all the demons in the jewel. The way the jewel could be influenced by their negative powers. It was stupid to think the jewel didn’t use what they knew, too. Not that it matters anymore. Debating what the jewel might have been before they destroyed it was just a way to pass the time for them. Took their minds off the fact that they were fighting their way to get back home.
And that’s what they had been doing for more years than she could remember. Fighting. Running. Surviving…
Who knew the threat that Naraku had been, would have been the least of what they would have experienced…the least in the horrors they’d witness.