Apotheosis

 

 
Author's Notes: I was heavily inspired by Anne Rice's The
Claiming of Beauty to write this story. I have not yet read the risqué
piece of literature but, hopefully I will in the near future.
Comments, criticism and reviews are always welcomed and appreciated.
If you truly want, feel free to e-mail me at: supreme_entity1@hotmail.com.
For those of you whom who hadn't the slightest idea of what Apotheosis
means:
Apotheosis: Model of excellence or perfection of a kind; one
having no equal.
 
Disclaimer: Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy tale is not the creation
of mine, but of Rumiko Takahashi, and I am merely writing this for entertainment
purposes.
 
Summary: A dark rendition of the traditional folktale ingrates
elements of sexual desire, as the Prince awakens the Princess with sexual
initiation, rather than a simple kiss.


It is so appropriate to colour hope yellow, like the sun I seldom saw.
And yet, I hesitate, for I think of myself more like a flower. Born so
brightly shaded, and fading duller, through these long grim, dreary, nightmarish
days when I was held a prisoner of hope, and kept a captive of greed.
As Murasaki Shu wou would frequently begin her writings with the birth
of the protagonist, and, being a favourite author of mine, truly I would
replicate her style - if I could. However, she was a literary genius born
to write without adversity while I find every word I put down, I mix with
tears, with bitter blood, with sour irritation, well entrenched with shame
and guilt. I thought I would never feel ashamed or guilty, that these burdens
for others to bear. Years have passed and I am older and wiser now, accepting,
too. The tempest of rage that once stormed within me has extinguished so
that I may write, I hope with the truth and with less detestment and prejudice,
than what would have been the case a few years ago.


Truly, when I was quite young, I believed that all of life would be
one long and perfect day. After all, it did begin that way. There is not
really much I can say about my earliest childhood, except it was very good,
and for that I shall be everlasting grateful.
Being raised as the only heir to reign upon her own kingdom, every whim
I desired was indulged. I was an atypical Princess. There was not but one
thing that I so did desire that I already did not have at my disposal.
Yet, I was not capitalistic in my views, and bestowed my luxuries with
my people. After all, I was their future dictator -- no, not dictator,
for I am not Fascist in my ideologies. I am a person just as they are.
When I see the gleaming smiles painted on their faces, my heart swells
with an overwhelming sense of gaiety. When I see the anger written clearly
across their facade, my aching soul weeps, calling out for them; hoping
they hear my pleas of persistency, knowing that one day when I am crowned
ruler of these lands, I hope to bring about their happiness once more.
Unfortunately, being born into a family who firmly founded their beliefs
in an aristocratical hierarchy, I was not permitted to mingle with the
commoners. A very demeaning instance for them.

'Kagome-hime, be appreciative you were born into privilege, and not
living as a cheap geisha among the filth of the streets.' The servants
would always remind me repetitiously. The streets and fields may have suited
me well, for they may be detained economically, but, poor in spirit. While
I'm confined within my metaphorical prison - this hell I call my home.
It may bring physical warmth, but it holds no security. If only I had known
then, what I know now I wouldn't have thought so pessimistically.

My Father had been the rightful ruler, whom married my Mother. My Mother
- the Lady Kikyou, whom was renowned for her beauty, grace, and immense
spiritual powers. My Mother was a very powerful priestess, and as told
by my Father, was said to have possessed Shikon within her soul. This gave
her the power to extract an evil beings soul, and purify it. However, her
life tragically ended when I was very young.

The late Lady of these lands held many enemies; and she had been the
victim of a pre-ordained assassination. The dark sorceress Tsubaki, whose
vile ambitions drove her to kill my Mother, totally bewildered me. With
the blood of my Mother on her hands, Tsubaki was sanctioned to be executed.
Before her death however, she placed a curse upon the woman whom she felt
nothing but repugnance towards, on her only heir; which consequently was
me. My Father and our people did not believe in Tsubaki's random and foolish
ramblings to be true. Truth be told, my heart held doubt of my Father's
lesslessness. As much as I wanted to believe him, I could not; it was just
that simple.

I remember my sixteenth birthday rapidly approaching, the age where
my childhood would end, as my Father wanted me to marry. However, as strongly
against this issue as I was, he appeared to be nonchalant about the whole
ordeal. I was promised to one of the elder Lords to the village south-west.
When the two of us were formally introduced I was in utter disgust as this
man had thtenttential to father me at least three times over. I was absolutely
abhorrent about my predicament furthermore. My father on numerous occasions
would reprimand me on being too hasty, and with his lands and title he
could offer me protection and security. I wanted nothing to do with this
man.

On my sixteenth birthday, which to this date is partial blur, I ran.
I ran as fast I could. As far as I could. I was intended to wed, my freedom
extinguished as the fair Moon bid her adieu, and the yellow that I held
onto for hope, the yellow I would seldom see, contradicting my beliefs,
as peering through my soul emanating a settle mocking laugh. I dashed towards
the closest sanctuary. My thoughts had been too enraptured within the chilling
climate. It had been much too cold for autumn; much to cold indeed. Eying
the ancient tower greedily, I headed straight for it. The tower which held
our vies mes most lethal criminals, whom were either incarcerated or condemned
to death.

Glancing at it gave me an eerie feeling. But then, I saw a fainting
light. the light was calling my soul. I couldn't turn away from its intensity.
Like a beacon shining towards its intended, I drew forth. As I entered
the decrepit facility, I climbed the steps impatiently. Perhaps, a little
too impatiently. My heart wrecked with anxiety, as my yukata dirtied, the
white material fabricating a slight gray; the dust seeping its way on me.
I did not care that by me being here could prove troublesome for my
Father. I did not care for the dirt clutching tightly against my clothing.
I wanted this synthetic light. I steadily entered the room inconspicuously,
uncaring to all in which surrounded me. I gazed around the room as the
light slowly dissipated to my displeasure. I spotted the light glowing
dimly, yet so brightly like the deadly flame would attract it's prey, gently
swaying to a soft melody in it's dance for seduction. The light ablaze
sat impatiently upon the point of a spindle, watching, waiting for me to
touch it. I wanted to, and I did so.

That, my greatest curiosity, was also my greatest downfall. This, incidentally,
was the curse enacted by the witch, Tsubaki, which would ultimately lead
my Father, my people to chaos. As my eyes fell heavily, I prayed to God
- to my Mother for redemption. And as my body fell onto the hard earth
like petals of that oh-so-delicate flower that I so presumed myself to
be, I would not awake and flourish for a time to come. And it was not until
that time that my true hell would truly start.

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