Once upon a time…
Youkai of all kinds had a guardian. One in which they knew infinite knowledge and were granted a never-ending lifetime, as long as the guardian lived.
These guardians would be found among humans, only looking as such until their youkai had found them. They did not know themselves, but they could tell by one look.
The guardians were ancient dragons, each their own color, and never the same. It was told that when they had found their youkai, they would transform into their true forms, growing into power and looking more like a youkai.
Over time, these bonds became less and less as youkai wished to bind to their own kind. As of a few thousand years ago, it was said that only one youkai every thousand years would be adorned with a dragon. And that youkai had to be one of the strongest, one of the fastest, and one of the smartest.
Youkai/dragon pairs were not chosen lightly, as the mothers of the young dragons would fear half demons that would come for the young in the middle of the night.
A legend once told of a youkai who would become the strongest of them all, and beside his rule, would be a dragon. It would be the last to be given to the youkai, and it would be the strongest young there had ever been given in the lands.
This dragon was of multiple colors, for not everyone but her youkai would know the true color. It was told that this youkai would mate this dragon and rule with her, becoming the ruler of all Japan.
However, the youkai was not found for many years. Some believed the legend was just a rumor, saying the last of the dragons had come and gone.
But it was also said that the youkai/dragon rule had yet come, and that when it did, peace would blanket the land…
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Year: 1501 A.D.
Cold golden eyes looked around conspicuously on the battlefield. Left, right, front, back; enemies surrounded him. Everything was still except the slightly panting breaths the youkai took. Suddenly, everything moved at once. The lower youkai all moved around him, but he shot up in the air, spinning around and then diving into the jumble of demons.
A silent attack was made and all the youkai were disintegrated at once, leaving a bloody mess on the once clean dirt ground. His clothes - a white haori and hakamas with a red honeycomb pattern - were still pristine.
His eyes flicked around, making sure everything was dead, then sheathed his drawn sword. He heard a noise that sounded like a scream coming from he direction the lower demons had come from. It sounded like a young girl.
He ran as fast as lighting. He had been training for years, perfecting his body and mind. The training had begun as soon as he heard the legend of the last youkai and dragon pairing. He wanted to be that youkai, though he was still quite young to mate. A young adolescent in human years.
Twisting around trees and bushes, he found himself in another clearing. This one was much nicer than the last, full of grass and flowers, with trees creating a small circle around it.
A small human girl was in the middle, huddled against a tree, hiding her face from the demon. As far as he could tell, her hair was a silky, shiny black.
The golden-eyed demon looked at the other. He was only a half demon, torturing the child. Half demons were despised where he came from. He flicked his wrist, a green acidic whip coming out and disintegrating the half demon.
The girl looked up at the dead hanyou and then to the demon who had saved her.
The demon noted that her eyes were a deep azure, a weird color for someone from this land. That was all he noted before he heard her soft, angelic voice speak.
“It is you.”
***
She hadn’t meant to run away from her sister. She had only meant to get more berries at a clearing she had known. Before she had known it, though, she had gone too far and was somewhere that she did not know.
She had started walking in the direction she thought she had come from, but it turned out to only do her worse. She should have just stayed with her sister.
Instead, she found herself in a clearing where a half demon was resting. Her noisy entry had woken him up, and it turned out he had been hungry. He came for her.
All she could do was hide her face in her knees as the base of a tree at the edge of the clearing. She waited for her death, but found no pain, no nothing.
Her head rose to be greeted by a dissolving half demon and another demon - which she guessed was around her age in human years - staring at her.
His eyes were golden and his hair a silvery halo around his head. He had magenta markings on his cheeks, and a crescent moon the color of her eyes on his forehead.
She immediately knew. Her birthmother had told her that this would be the one. He would have the same color marking as her eyes. He would be her knight in shining armor. He would protect her for many, many years. He would be her youkai. He would be the last youkai.
She opened her mouth, saying softly, “It is you.”
***
How did she know him? He did not recognize this girl who was sitting at the base of a tree, staring at him in wonder.
She had said, ‘It is you.’ What did she mean by such?
The girl stood up and walked to stand in front of the aloof demon. She gently traced his crescent moon. He briefly realized that her eyes were the same color as his moon marking.
She finally stopped touching the marking and looked him in the eyes. She smiled softly.
“You are the one,” she told him cryptically.
He still had no idea what she was saying to him. She obviously realized and giggled quietly.
“I am Kagome,” she told him. Looking him directly in the eye she said, “I am your dragon.”
It took a moment for the young demon to know what she was talking about. As soon as it kicked in, his eyes widened a fraction and bowed slightly to her.
“I am Sesshoumaru,” he told her, “Prince of the Western Lands, House of the Moon.”
Kagome looked at her demon. “I know who you are,” she told him, speaking softly once more. “I was trained vastly in the knowledge of who I was supposed to bond with. It was locked away until we met.“ She walked around him, seeming to study him, before speaking again. “You seem very young. Only my age, meaning we have much time to get to know each other.”
Sesshoumaru only looked at her. After a moment of silence, he said to her, “Why do you not transform for me?”
Kagome giggled lightly, the sound like the tinkling of small bells.
“Why do you not transform for me?” She retorted.
Sesshoumaru seemed to deflate just a small bit. “I am too young to control it,” he said softly.
Kagome stopped for a few moments. She then faced him and looked him directly in the eye.
“I am also too young. Not because I cannot control it - we are taught to do such at an early age to help our youkai - but because I am too small. I cannot protect myself,” she told him.
Sesshoumaru said nothing. He did not know what was next. She was to make the first move. She did.
She asked him, “Will you promise to protect me?”
He nodded solemnly to her. She nodded back, and her eyes closed. A small wind picked up around her, and Sesshoumaru stepped back. Slowly, the wind slowed, and in the place of Kagome was a dragon.
The dragon was actually quite big, three times the size of Sesshoumaru’s transformation - since he was still young. He did not understand why she had said she was too small to protect herself. Her scales were a brilliant blue, the color of Kagome’s eyes. The dragon’s eyes had turned white and a light shade of lilac in the iris.
She snorted at Sesshoumaru, gesturing with her head to her back. Before getting on, he touched her nose gently and felt a jolt in his upper arm. Looking at it quickly, he found that a silver, black, and blue marking surrounded the top part of his right arm. The black surrounded a blue dragon and a white dog.
Sesshoumaru looked back at her, and she seemed to smile. He heard her softly tell him in his mind, That is my marking. It allows us to connect mentally and even physically.
He found himself swelling with more power. Hers, he assumed. But it was just so strong. Sesshoumaru found himself being pushed towards her back once again. He finally got on her back, instantly comfortable against her soft scales.
Should your scales not be hard? Sesshoumaru asked her.
They are soft when you ride. That is how we are made. That was the only explanation she gave before pushing off the ground and flapping her large wings to get high into the air.
Higher and higher she got. Sesshoumaru felt the air become thinner and thinner. Below them, the forests went on and in the villages, people stopped their work and looked into the sky, whispering to themselves that the dragon had come. There would be peace.
Where do you reside? Kagome asked him softly.
Go north for half a day, and we shall reach it, Sesshoumaru told her. He felt the young dragon nod and turn.
***
Over the treetops and rivers they rushed, feeling the wind whipping around them. The sun beat on their backs softly, making them feel warmer, even with the cool wind surrounding them.
Flying over one last hill, a grand citadel came into view. It was colored in magnificent blues and grey’s and around it were large gardens. Around the gardens and courtyards was a grand wall, surrounded by many guards keeping a view.
As the guards saw them approach, they readied their bows and arrows.
Let me down, Sesshoumaru told her. She obeyed quickly and dropped right in front of the guards.
As she transformed back, the young prince stepped in front of the guards. He looked at them icily for a few seconds and their weapons dropped. They all got to their knees and bowed lowly before him as a sign of respect and recognition that he would speak and they would listen.
“Gentlemen,” he started, “You have done a great misdeed today. Today, you almost shot my dragon. With me on it.” Sesshoumaru paused for a moment, satisfied to see them shake in fear. He continued, “As punishment, you all will be lashed ten times. This is only a warning. Should it happen again, it will be your deaths.”
Kagome stood behind him, also shaking. She felt bad for the young guards. They didn’t know. They were trying to protect the prince’s castle.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered quietly, “Let them be. They did no harm to us this day. They did not know and were trying to protect your home. I beg of you to let them go with a verbal warning.”
Sesshoumaru faced her. In his eyes burned a rage that she did not think she would have ever seen from him.
“Do you know what they did?” He asked her. She nodded. “Unless you plan to take their place, I suggest you be quiet and do as I say.”
Kagome wouldn’t stand for it. She stood up straight and looked her youkai in the eye. “No!” She shouted at him. The guards looked at her with wide eyes. “They did no wrong today! If I should take the beatings they all owe, I would gladly do so. You should respect them as they respect you. Just because they are your underlings does not mean you can treat them like rubbish.” Kagome paused for a moment to take a breath in the middle of her rant.
“You are beneath me, Sesshoumaru. However, I respect you the same way you should respect me. Do the same with your underlings. I do not have to stay with you and be your dragon.”
The area they were residing in was eerily quiet for a few moments. Sesshoumaru was beyond shocked - though he didn’t show it - at what she had said. Could she really leave him?
Sesshoumaru bowed to her before turning to his men and addressing them. “You all shall be spared another chance. My dragon is not to be upset in any way. Remember such.”
He turned away from them to a pair of large mahogany doors. Engraved in them was a picture of a large dog dancing on the clouds.
The doors opened slowly for them, and Sesshoumaru walked in, Kagome following closely behind him.
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Word count: 2207 words
Author's Note: Okay. I know you all get really pissed when I put out a new story and don't on older ones. Well, there are so many good reasons for that.
1. My muse is a bitch and likes to run away in the middle of one story and come back with another.
2. I have too much school work to REALLY be focusing on this, even though I do anyway.
3. My other stories have to have sex in them to make sense, really, and I am still just shy of being able to post that. This story will eventually, but I will edit them out to where it will make sense and add them back in when I am allowed to do so.
So, just please bare with me. I am really bad at action/violence scenes. Strangely enough, I am amazing at te sex stuff. BUT once again, I am unallowed to post it yet. So it will have to wait.
Thank you all. I just want to say for the rest of this story:
I OWN NOT THE INUYASHA CHARACTERS. THEY ALL BELONG TO RUMIKO, I JUST LIKE TO SCREW WITH THEIR HEADS A LITTLE BIT.
Please review. I am excited for this story. And I am writing a trilogy backwards with my beta (who doesn't even beta my stuff. I just like to have her for the fun. Haha.).
Love,
Fluffy
P.S. THIS IS NO AN UPDATE. I have had NO time to get back to my writing... and I really don't have a computer to do so on right now. When I can, I PROMISE to write some more like I used to. Junior year of High School is hard and I don't find time to write. I have a boyfriend to keep up with and grades I have to get. I promise to wite Spring Break and as much as I can on weekends. :) Thank you for reviewig!