Challenges, Drabbles, & Oneshots by r0o by sugar0o who lurks
The World is not Enough - dark
An: This is a late entry into SKYE's Challenge on Dokuga: Toxic 08/27/09 Warning: Slight Darkness . . The World is not Enough A dark figure walked slowly like the predator she was in the large courtyard that was behind a shrine in what had once been known as the Western lands. She was following a pulse, a life source that she had known some years ago, but he had been asleep for far longer then she could have ever guessed. Her dark figure bathed in the light of a waning crescent moon, it was the perfect night for him to wake up. She smirked cruelly, this world would pay for all it had forgotten, and she would be the one to bring about these changes. No she was not egocentric, or power crazy, it simply was the truth, the world had suffered for mankind’s greed and she felt that of all the things she had suffered perhaps it ment nothing. Mankind had forgotten that they were not the top of the food chain, and they were a toxin upon the world. She knew their were other demons still, knew that there might be rules she would be breaking, but those deluded fools, of diluted bloodlines with greedy toxic human blood within them that would not stand up to the pure breeding of the inu she planned to awaken. He had been caught off guard by the death of his ward --she had read--, unable no matter what form to bring her back from death some ten of so years after the final battle, after she was pulled back. Had he loved her like a mate? Kagome didn’t know, nor did she really care. What she cared for was the fact that he had lost his cool, his awesome composure, gone on a blood lust rampage, and with the help of a temple full of priests and miko they had locked him away like so many other demons that were ‘evil,’ he had paid long enough for it. He wasn’t evil, he was grief stricken and hadn’t known how to deal with it. But now, he had laid in a forced slumber of some kind for nearly five hundred years. She of course knew him, was his alley, still was, she would not leave him there anyway. Would not have even if events hadn’t happened the way they had. Her time traveling, as her mother and doctors told her were figments of her imagination, the tri-choral voice of the jewel in her mind, had been another product of her imagination, one that had landed her in a high security mental ward, just precious few days after her fifteenth birthday and an unsuspecting fall into the old well on her families property. It was all made up they told her, she didn‘t time travel, nor did she have a jewel ripped from her body, the scars were from the fall, and she did not save the world. Kagome was forced to endure so much so that they could try to prove herself sane, she was perfectly sane, and she showed them that just days before when she escaped showing of just how sane she was. The jewel and she had been talking, talking for a while too. The long and short of it was that when she wished the jewel away, it was not a complete chaos marble, there was a soul missing, killed by her entombed alley that she would be waking soon. This left said chaos marble unbalanced, wishing it away had only left it one option, twist the wish as much as it could to suit its needs. It needed a soul, and Kagome’s was still torn because of the reanimated clay miko, she was the perfect host and shell for their new confines. In all she really had only succeeded in wished away its glasslike shell. This was were the tri-choral voice came in, this was where people began to call her crazy, especially when she found herself speaking out loud to it when it made her mad or she didn’t agree with it. She had not accepted them wholly or their request, at first. In short they would blend with her soul, live via her, she would change, she wouldn’t be mortal, wouldn’t age, might not ever die, and it couldn’t be said that she would retain all of her humanoid form. But in the end, she would still be master of the body and the powers. It took her three quarters of a decade to agree to its terms, she couldn’t tell you how many hours of torture, --all sorts of therapy, from electro shock to many more varied forms-- she’d been through, how many attempts on her own life to end the abuse that her mother, and the doctors had put her through. She missed her grandfather. The old man was dead now but he had believed her, the things she said were too on point with some of the old scrolls he had around the shrine, things that he had never showed anyone, yet he could not convince his daughter-in-law not to lock away her only daughter. Kagome scowled as she neared the large stone dog that had paper seals hanging from it, and peace offerings as well. She scoffed. If he was still the same male he was then, he would slaughter the lot of them the left this trash, when he woke. Kagome set down the few things she was carrying, and held just one item in her hand. Beside her were a change of cloths, and a fresh few pounds of meat, raw. What else she held, was a legendary sword thought to have all but been forgotten. Her once love interest had died, he was hanyou he wouldn’t be able to live to her time, she knew this now, had accepted it, had even moved on. But he had left it there at the shrine where he knew she would grow up, fall down a well, free him, love him, teach him, and return once more. She had gone home after freeing herself, being combined with the power of the jewel, the mental ward was not really suited to keep in all powerful jewel enhanced mikos. She’d blown the door off the hinges, and thrown many orderlies about. She had smiled cruelly at her doctor before telling him that she would return later to prove just how not crazy she was. Of course, when she said this she did in fact look like a demon, unseen wind creeping around her billowing her hair that was very long now because of the change. She had found it fun to grin at him showing off fangs. He had wet his pants and fainted. Getting back to herself Kagome drew the fang and watched as it grew in size and pulsed to life as it hadn’t in many many years, it sang to her, its mistress, the one that pulled it from its resting place, the one that had given it to the hanyou to wield so that he might take care of her as she could not herself. It called to its brother entombed in the stone cast of a dog. Behind her not that she was paying attention, she could hear the alarm going off, the false miko and priest charged to take care of this shrine realizing that there was something ominous going on. She grinned at that, she was usually in their shoes not the other way around, no matter. There was little they could do to her, even less to Sesshomaru. She waited for the pulse of her sword to sync with that of its brother, and grinned. “Windscar.” she whispered aiming right for the stone inu in one powerful swipe. She watched gleefully nearly giggling in delight at the sight of him, while others were backing away, watched in mute horror and awe. The stone dog was destroyed and in its place stood a man, but winds that were not there picked up, and he glowed crimson in rage. Kagome feared not. She walked towards him, and bared her neck, he seemed not to know her for a moment snarling viciously before scarlet bled eyes went back to their previous and normal white and gold. He looked rumpled, and tired, but it did not matter, he was awake now. She might find out later if he had been awake for the entire time he was prisoner, if he was subject to hearing the voices from outside of his prison as she had been inside of her own head. It didn’t matter right this moment, they were two of the worlds most powerful, she had the fang of earth, he the fang of heaven and the fang of destruction. He hated mankind, and for once she agreed with him. Offering him her servitude they would change things, for the better or worse, it would all depend on who was asking. Giving him the meat, and watching without a bit of shame as he changed into some fresh cloths she turned to great those that stood behind her, and smirked a fanged smirk, she looked like a predator, and she had just loosened upon the world a killing perfection. The world might not be enough, but she was certain Sesshomaru would share her opinion in the fact that things needed to change, this land was nothing beautiful, it was a toxic jungle, a cesspool of greed and human filth. Perhaps those with deluded blood would step out of the shadows and step up to the challenge to take back the world. Humans needed to learn their place, they were not top of the food chain, and she and Sesshomaru had the swords to prove it. . . AN: :3 dark Kagome:luff: