Saturday, October 23, 2004

Prologue. =)
So you guys will read it? ^-^ That's great! Arigato, minna!

By the way, WARNING: Kagome will NOT be played by a female character. I ran out of female characters. Sorry!

Here is the prologue to my fanfic! ^-^

Five hundred years ago…

“Youko Kurama!” A young woman adorned in bloodied miko robes drew an arrow and strung it to her bow, aiming it at a red-haired young man. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously, displaying anguish and hurt. Tears threatened to spill from her auburn eyes.

“What are you talking about Shizuru?” he asked, confusion evident on his feminine face. He truly did not know what she was talking about.

“How dare you lie to me?! Even now?!” She screamed in fury. Her normally cool and collected eyes narrowed even more as a single tear rolled down her porcelain cheeks, hitting the soft ground soundlessly. Her soft auburn-brown hair danced in the wind as it caressed the two figures facing each other. “Why! Why did you try to take it?” she screamed once more, more tears stinging her eyes.

Now, the beautiful redhead was clearly confused. He had not tried to take anything. His thievery skills had not been put to use for over two decades. “What are you talking about, Shizuru?!”

“Lies! You wounded me and tried to take the Shikon no Tama from me, leaving me there to die!” She sneered even when her tears could be held back no longer and spilled forth from her honey-brown orbs forming twin trails of tears down her pale cheeks. She almost stumbled when her wound made itself visible, revealing it to be a rather deep cut across her shoulder. Blood seeped through her robe’s material, spreading through the front. The wound must have opened up again before it barely even sealed itself. The miko was slowly bleeding to death. “Thankfully, the kekkai stopped you.”

“I did no such thing, Shizuru! Please, believe me!” Kurama pleaded. He wanted nothing more than to give the woman who faced him a hug. However, he could tell he was not welcomed anymore.

“I think not, Kurama. You betrayed me. This will be our death day.” With that, she unleashed her purifying arrow. More blood spread as the wound was made wider because of her movements.

Kurama eyes widened in shock and worry before closing in resignation. Whatever had happened happened and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. With Shizuru’s nearing death, there was no reason for him to live on anyways. He prepared for his own death. The glowing projectile pierced him in the heart. The force of the holy weapon forced him back dozens of feet and slammed him into an ancient tree.

His vision was getting blurry as he strained to see Shizuru one last time. “Shizuru… ai-...” He never finished, his eyes having already slipped shut due to the sealing spell.

“Kurama-kun…” Shizuru dropped to her knees. Unguarded tears spilling forth once more from tightly shut eyes. “I’ll follow you soon,” the young miko whispered into the wind.

“Shizuru-onee-sama!” A young pink-haired girl dropped her basket of herbs in shock and ran over to her fallen elder sister, steadying her in her arms. “Onee-sama! What happened?!” Villagers hearing the commotion soon surrounded the pair, all worried for their village miko.

“No…time...to explain..” Shizuru turned to face the young girl, sweat staining her brows with her effort to continue speaking, the emotional and physical pain almost overwhelming her. “Genkai, grow up strong. Onee-sama does not have much longer. Cremate me along with the Shikon no tama..”

“Onee-sama…!” With that, Shizuru the great miko fell back, eyes slowly falling shut and passed away in Genkai’s arms. With a smile on her face, she met death with hopes of seeing her beloved in the afterlife.

“Shizuru-sama!” the villagers chorused as they watched their protector fall into the arms of death. There were many tears to be shed in the days that follow.

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Ah.. today, I cut my finger accidentally when peeling some potatoes.. ;-; Thankfully, I don't bleed more than two-three drops of blood, but it stings. And the other day, I accidentally stabbed myself in the hand as well, but this time..not a drop of blood was spilled. I think I need to get myself checked by a doctor. That's not normal.

Aren't wounds on the hand supposed to bleed more since there are a lot of nerve cells and capillaries?
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