Second Chance

This is my first Inuyasha fanfiction so please be nice.


Second Chance

Part 1/3

Pain beyond anything I could ever imagine coursed through my veins. The burning of the Miko’s pure energy felt like a thousand tinny needles ripping my flesh to shreds. I hated that black haired wench, but I didn’t mean to make that last wish. She had pushed me to it with the desperation of my demise close at hand. You see, I had never truly been evil at my very core…I just wanted her to love me.


I woke almost a hundred years after my ‘death’ to find the world slowly changing round me. In the end the jewel had granted me my wish to be a full youkai…but had also cursed me to be the one thing I hated. A woman. I didn’t want power anymore that I was a woman and she was gone. I didn’t want anything to do with the hanyou and his companions. I wanted to live my ‘death’ out in peace, but alas that was not fated.

I had moved from Japan almost instantly after I awoke only to find myself back five hundred years later. It was the year 2108 that I found myself coming home for the first time in five hundred years. Things had changed as the world progressed I had noticed. Fewer and fewer Youkai were appearing. I thought myself to be the last.

I visited this old shrine out of curiosity. I knew what it was, the shrine that was build around a wooden well. It was the Bone Eater’s well. As I stared at the one thing that had caused my end as if it would tell me the secret to my new life. I heard the shrine door opening and turned to see a withered old man standing there.

“Do you know the legend of the Bone Eater’s Well?” he asked me. My crimson eyes watched him for a moment before nodding my head.

“It was lore that back in the time of feudal Japan if one threw the body of a demon into its shadows that the corpse would simply disappear.” The old man chuckled and raised both brows at that.

“That, young lady, is what most do not hear anymore. Most know about the brave Miko that traveled through time to save a country that was in need from a terrible demon known as Naraku.” I snorted at that tossing my long black curly tresses over my shoulder with the movement of my head.

“Some miko she turned out to be.” I snorted low enough to where he couldn’t hear me.

“Grandpa Sota?” I recognized that name instantly. So this was the wench’s little brother. He was quite into his years. A hundred and twelve to be exact. What held him to this world so? I was about to ask when a mystical force drew me back and into the shadowy depths of the Bone Eater’s Well.

My rear landed hard on the dirt at the bottom of the well and I rolled my eyes in contempt.

“Great…” I thought as I stood and dusted the dirt from my black jeans. When I looked up I saw the bright blue sky. Sighing I dug my claws into the side of the well and climbed my way up, pulling over the well’s lip I came face to face with amber colored eyes.

“You’re not Kagome…hey I thought only me and her could go through the well.” I couldn’t help my jaw dropping in surprise as I saw him. It was that blasted Hanyou.

“Wait a moment Inuyasha, she is no mere mortal.” I rolled my eyes at that and finished pulling myself out of the well. It was the houshi, Miroku, as I recalled that spoke to the hanyou then.

“What gave you that Idea?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. It was a good thing I was still wearing my black jean jacket over my black spaghetti strapped shirt or I would be chilled to the bone when the fierce winter wind set in on me.

“Your scent’s familiar…” I growled slightly at the hanyou as he sniffed me.

“Get away from me you filthy half breed.” I growl in contempt glaring crimson daggers at him.

“How did you get here? Are you from the same future as Kagome?” the purple and black clad monk asked as I eyed him for a moment.

‘They don’t really know who I am do they…do they think me dead?’

“I do not know this Kagome of which you speak.” I spoke to them. It was then I decided that it would be best to leave them alone least they find out who I was. I turned and started walking away only to hear the hanyou speak again.

“Naraku…” I froze at that. Then I turned to face him. His eyes were burning with hatred while mine were skillfully blank.

“I am from a time one hundred years after Kagome entered the well for the last time.” I told them. No malice, no hatred came from my voice. I was tired of fighting with these people. All I wanted to do was live the rest of my life in peace.

“Naraku died a long time ago half breed. I am Nara Kukashi.” I spoke in a low but still feminine voice and walked away from the bewildered two. I sighed as I walked through the forest alone. I knew they wouldn’t follow me. It was sad really, how far I had fallen.

I sighed as a branch tore out the hair band that was holding my ebony waves in place. I would have to find suitable clothing for this time period. Quite frankly I was glad to be back. I plucked the black rubber band out of the tree and pulled my hair back into a ponytail causing my jean jacket to rise off my c sized breasts.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen.” I turned then my hair in my hands and the band in my mouth to glare at who ever had said that. It was that insolent half breed’s brother. Sesshoumaru. He didn’t look like he had changed much, he still wore the white hakama pants, white haori with red honeycomb-like flowers on the sleeves and left shoulder. And that ridiculous amount of swords at his side. Seriously who need more than one sword?

“Sesshoumaru.” I spoke idly. I didn’t want to bring trouble to myself, I had just gotten home after all. I retied my pony tail and watched him wearily. I had no weapons besides my poisonous bite (which he would be immune to anyway) and my large black widow transformation that would have brought on too much attention that I would rather not have.

“Naraku.” I growled at him for calling me that.

“Naraku is dead as I have just told your idiotic half breed brother.” An elegant silver eyebrow rose at that. I snorted and crossed my arms.

“I don’t want trouble, I just want to live my life in peace.” That obviously he didn’t believe because the second brow joined the first. I was perplexed at how much emotion the usually stock inu-youkai was showing.

“Humans…” I scoffed as I approached him and brushed passed him.

“A spider is and always will be a spider.” I heard him say as I walked away. Arrogant Bastard.

“This spider is gone.” I was about to make my way to my old castle when a thought accrued to me. What year was it? Was my body still alive?

“Tell me Inu-youkai, what year is it.” I knew he was following me because I had piqued his interest.

“The year you die.” He answered me.

“I am not Naraku.” I growl as I turn half towards him. There’s an odd glint in his golden eyes. It makes me want to shiver, out of disgust or apprehension I didn’t know

“You are but you are not. This Sesshoumaru is intrigued.” I glared blatantly at him.

“Just tell me the year dog.” I watch him with my crimson eyes. He moves closer to inspect me raising the arm he had grown back before my defeat. So either I was already dead or going to be soon. That sounded so weird when I thought about it. I was so lost in my musings that I didn’t notice how close he had come. He was touching my face tenderly with his clawed hand. I growled lowly in my throat but he did not heed me.

“Your other self has been dead for four months.” He answered as he inhaled my scent. I couldn’t help but take in his own as he was so close to me. Something inside me stirred and I didn’t like it. Though he had answered my question I was too busy taking in his scent. He smelled of jasmine and something purely him. I was snapped out of my daze when he spoke.

“Still speaking in riddles Naraku?” he asked and I grabbed his wrist in anger.

“My name is Nara Kukashi. Remember it dog.” I released his wrist and walked away knowing this time he would not follow.

I gazed up at the castle I had once resided in. It was just as I had left it that day…the day I ‘died’. I sighed again as I made my way up the steps only to halt when something flashed in my vision.

“You dare trespass on his land woman?” I’d recognize that voice anywhere. It was one of my reincarnations. Byakuya of the Mirage. He still wore his usual attire which irked me somewhat. How was he still alive when my corpse was rotting away inside the jewel?

“Do you not recognize your own Master Byakuya?” I asked him and he faltered.

“Nara-”

“Do not call me by that name!” I hissed at him cutting him off. He floated down on his giant paper crane to where I could see him.

“What happened to you?” He asked genuinely confused. I turned to look at him, to look him in the eye.

“The jewel is what happened to me.” I hissed as I walked into my castle. He jumped off his crane and followed me inside.

“But…you are a woman.” I stared at him with a face that read ‘obviously’. I walked swiftly to my bedchambers where I opened my armory. Pulling out my favorite attire of black and red Haori and hakama pants I turned pointedly to my reincarnation.

“OUT.” I made my feminine alto boom in the large room. He grunted before disappearing. I stripped out of my future cloths and slipped into my old cloths. The silk felt wonderful on my skin. It had been far too long since I had worn this outfit. I stared at myself in the mirror. Blue rimmed crimson eyes stared back.

I had wished a thousand times that I had awoken as a man, but that was something that even the great kami could change. I was stuck to live the rest of my life as a female. Youkai yes, but ultimately female. Slipping on the tabi socks and zori sandals felt odd after so long without. I raised my arm to study it.

When I had turned into a full youkai I had gained two red stripes on my forearms and hip bones. I knew there was a crimson hourglass on my back. I didn’t need a mirror to see that. I finally pulled the tie free from my hair and closed my eyes. When I opened them what I saw made me sick. I was not so weak to look as I did. I was searching for nothing! I had what I needed and needed nothing more!

“I am not weak!” I screamed to myself as I put my fist into the mirror before me. My mind didn’t register the pain but my nose picked up my blood and so had Byakuya.

“My Lord!” I turned and glared venomously at him.

“I am Nara-sama, refer to me as such.”

I am not weak…I am not weak…

And as if to betray my thoughts, a single tear trailed down my face. Why had I been brought back? To face utter humiliation, complete shame, and excruciating emptiness? What was the jewel thinking when it decided to revive me?

Why was I given this second chance?

TBC