Looking Through the Mirror

Well, here it is. The first chapter of my first official fan fiction. Anything you want me to add,plus tips/suggestion just let me know. Also spelling/grammar errors... I tend to over look those things. Read and, if you want, review. Now...on with the fiction...


****Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I do not make any money from this story.




Shifting her feet the small, pale demon known as Kanna let a small sigh escape her lips. She held her mirror for her master even though he forbid her to look in it herself. It had become a nightly ritual for Naraku to call her to his chambers and demand that she stand, holding the mirrored looking-glass as he stared deep into it. His red eyes would often widen and sometimes she could see out of the corner of her eye, his hand moving beneath the black silken sheets of his bed. She often wondered why he did this, but was not one to question. She did as she was told, especially now that he could control the mirror without her. If she were to displease him in anyway he could dispose of her, just like he did to her sister Kagura.


She was no fool. She longed to remain of this world, so indeed she would try to be of some use to him for as long as she could, but still, it was so boring. She guessed that she had been standing in the same spot for over an hour, silently she hoped it wouldn't be like the time she was forced to remain for five hours. That was torture... A soft noise, almost like a moan, brought her attention away from her thoughts and back to reallity. Naraku's hand gestured for her to leave and she turned on her heel to do so. As she left her thoughts wondered back to that noise... Why would her master make such a sound?

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Sensitive ears listened as the small patter of Kanna's footsteps died away. Shutting his lids over his red orbs Naraku leaned back slowly stroking himself. 'How long has it been?' he thought. For a while now he watched the same figure move about in his incarnation's mirror. He didn't understand why, but as of late his mind was filled with images. Long ebony tresses tied in either a high or low pony tail, a skin tight back suit or a pink and green kimono, both which hugged womanly curves, and deep chocolate eyes. The exterminator filled his every thought, his brain was flooded with steamy and erotic pictures of them both. Long, slender fingers wrapped around his length, gently pumping as he allowed todays mirror image take over.


In a hotspring sat the young taijya, the water seemed to gently rest above her bust. He saw her relax, sinking lower into the water until she was completely submerged. His hand began pumping faster as his mind's eye saw her rise, her hair soaked. Faster still as she poured a strange liquid onto her hand, then to her crown, lathering and rinsing it. Naraku felt his end nearing as mirror Sango took some form of soap to her round breast and began washing. With a loud moan his climax came and white liquid shot all over his hand and sheets. Exhausted and panting he began to drift into a sleep filled with dreams of the taijya.


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Sighing, Sango eased from her position into the hot spring. Her back ached and her head was pounding. Earlier in the day the small shard hunting group had been unfortunate enough to stumble across a pair of snake demons. They weren't that strong, but they were a little on the sneaky side. Sango was the one to discover them, as one of them shot from the Earth grazing her lower back. After regaining her composure she easily lifted her Hiraikotsu(Is that kinda close?) hurling it though the air, cutting the demonic into two pieces. Shouts of "Iron Reaver" could be heard, letting her know as she caught the giant boomerang bone that InuYasha had finished off the other one.


So, now she sat chest deep in hot water after washing, just thinking and trying to ease the small pain in her back. She couldn'thelp, but wander about the snakes. Usually snake demons travelled alone, only the older ones travelled in pairs, with just their mates. The thought made Sango cringe. She knew her biological clock was ticking, she felt the need for a family, for a mate. She had long given up on Miroku, she craved commitment, love...Didn't she deserve a lover that wouldn't sleep with the other village women? She didn't want to be talked about as the wife of an unfaithful man when all the women gathered at the stream for laundry...she wanted to be happy. Tears tried to make their way out of her eyes, but she pushed them away along with her thoughts. The maiden moon above her reminded her how late it was. Gracefully she slided from the warm embrace of the water. After drying off, she put on her sleeping robe, gathered her things, and headed back to camp. She snuggled up in her sleeping bag and fell asleep watching the dying embers of the camp's fire.

A bit out of character, I know. Sorry. Hope someone liked it. I tried.