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Consanguinity
By : bebejinx
Category: InuYasha > General
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Violent
- 1
- 2
a/n: I've
been sitting on this for a more than a few months. Tell me what you
think...really. I chose such an odd title because well...it fits the story.
Thanks for reading.
con�san�guin�i�ty

n. pl. con�san�guin�i�ties

1. Relationship by blood or by a common ancestor.

2. A close affinity or connection.
Consanguinity
Prologue:
Simply
a Scared Girl
A
young girl sat staring at the false light of the city. The neon reds and blues
of jumbo screens and building signs blending together to create a sun that was
coolly unrelenting; overwhelming in its size yet calming by its subtle nature
�its ever-presence. The artificial daylight was the only thing keeping at bay
the darkness that had settled in her compact hotel room. The glow of the train
station below her window; another dim light for her to see the wall clock tick
idly by.
11:12
The
young girl could faintly hear the brakes of the trains as they pulled into
their last run; carrying cart after cart of people in their own lives. Caught
unawares of the danger that sat above them. But every one of those people, at
the moment, did not matter because they were not the one she was searching for.
She stood and leaned against the windowpane ignoring the slight sting of cold
from frosted glass. She yearned to see through steel of walls, of pipes, rubber
of electric lines. She yearned to see him.
11:15
Train
schedules, bus routes, time slots, line after line of city name flitted through
her mind. She was waiting for the next ten minutes to end. 11:25. He would be
there and then she would be able to sleep, she wouldn�t have to worry about his
death until the next morning. Many times she questioned him, why he had to try
to throw his life away. She had asked him if living was something he wanted.
Every action, every plan he came up with always had him in the center waiting
for death. And her on the sidelines just watching.
Staring
out unto the city, the damage of weeks past could have barely been seen. Nearly
unnoticed amid the skyscrapers and giant screen advertisings �the light doing
its job and swallowing every mark of her destruction.
He
never blamed her for the bouts of violence that seem to erupt from her being.
He stopped telling her just how weak she was and instead kept to himself every
time she let it take her over. She had tried to get him to understand just how
easy it was to let the black overcome her. But she had never told him just how
much she couldn�t remember when she opened her eyes. She had never spoken a
word about how comforting the black was; how, many times, she didn�t want to
come back.
What
was there to comeback to?
A
family that wanted her dead? The people that were hunting for them as she sat
motionless waiting? Or maybe the ever increasing fear of running out of money?
Or not having a place to sleep or food to eat? The pressure, the frustration of
knowing time was running out for themselves and the others that would come
after them.
When
she had asked him that question, his answer had been simple but hesitant. He
needed her. Even though he never showed it. She was the only one that wanted
him. She was the only one that kept him from jumping off that cliff he seemed
to be perched on at all times. She was the only one who kept his nightmares at
bay.
It
was the last time she let the black consume her.
Sitting
there thinking of just what her life had become, the young girl couldn�t help
but remember what it once was. The love, trust, and family that were the center
of her life had been replaced with revenge. Many times, she could feel it
twisting inside of her, disfiguring the person she used to be. The young girl
that laughed at almost any situation, and could find the light in any person
had been pushed aside. There was no time for silliness amidst a battle.
And
even though she had grown up more in the past three weeks then in all of her
twenty years she still wanted someone to protect her. The photos of her mother
and father blinked past her.
She
remembered the story her mother would tell her, she remembered thinking just
how sad the story was. Maybe if her mother had told her just how true the story
was, maybe if she had tried to change something� she would still be
alive.
Once
upon a time before skyscrapers hung in the sky, when the light of the sun and
moon were held in the highest of respect and deities were ancestors, lived a
man named Onigumo.
Onigumo
was a proud man. A man who worked hard for every grain of rice he ate, from
sunrise till sunset any person in the village would see the young man working
in his patch of field. People in the village thought this was a great trait,
hard work and determination�the foundation of a strong man and later a great
leader.
Now
being so determined and working so hard gave Onigumo the best harvest any
farmer could pray for. And he was not selfish with his food, giving it to
anyone who did not harvest enough food for his own family. Such kindness and
selflessness put Onigumo in the highest of regard in the whole village. He was
the man who solved problems, who became the leader of the village.
But
what people in the little village didn�t know was that Onigumo was also a
lonely man.
He
wasn�t married and no woman in the village, and there were many, could offer
him anything he saw as worthy of the life he could give them. All this praise
and love the village showered Onigumo with had only caused the man to see
himself as more than he truly was: a man who, although generous and hard
working, was no less average then any other person.
But
nothing ever stopped Onigumo and he promised himself that he would find a woman
worthy of him and they would be married.
One
day while walking in the dense forest that surrounded the village; Onigumo came
upon an oasis. A waterfall and a lake graced this small paradise. But the
shining sun that was reflecting from the smooth lake and the cool air radiating
from the waterfall were not in the forefront of Onigumo�s mind right then.
Instead
it belonged to the woman sitting upon a boulder to the side of the glass like
lake. Her back was to him and she sat so still, the young man couldn�t help but
wonder if she was made of stone. Stepping towards her, Onigumo didn�t see the
tiny dip in the Earth. He closed his eyes before the rock struck his head and
his mind switched off as he tumbled down a small hill.
The
first thing Onigumo saw when he opened his eyes was the love of his life. She
was sitting above him, her midnight hair gently cascading down shoulders to
tickle the tiny sensors of his skin. She wasn�t looking into his eyes but above
them at his forehead, her expression was blank but her eyes held the concern
she felt for her patient.
At
least this is what Onigumo saw.
The
young man had always hoped to have words of love and longing for the woman that
was to be his. But instead of a voice speaking of his gratitude for her care,
he groaned making her eyes twitch to his and a gentle smile curve her lips.
�Hello�
she simply said while patting at his forehead. She had spoken and Onigumo swore
that an ocean wave couldn�t have sounded more calming and welcoming.
And
they talked. Many, many times throughout the days and weeks after meeting,
Onigumo would take the same path to the same small paradise that he called his
own. And everyday there she would be silently meditating or swimming or just
sitting upon the boulder unmoving. Onigumo would bring her things and each
time, she would decline and say that such earthly, material possessions would
do her no good every time she went home.
Because
Kikyou was a miko.
A
miko was a mystical being that didn�t belong on the mass of dirt and fire
called Earth but in the heavens, watching and protecting those that deserved
it. But being in paradise can at times get boring and it was not unusual for a
miko to go to Earth and play before transcending back to the heavens and
returning to her sacred work. The only reason that any miko would be able to
travel between the two would be because of the Shikon no Tama. Each miko had
the ability to concentrate her powers into one single jewel and that jewel
would hold the power to move between Earth and the heavens.
The
thought that Kikyou could at will be able to leave, scared Onigumo greatly for
he had decided that she would be his and Onigumo always got what he wanted.
One
day Kikyou said that she would soon be leaving for good and she thanked the
young man for entertaining her during her stay. Onigumo asked her not to leave,
tried to bargain with her and soon even asked for her hand in marriage but all
was declined by the miko.
A
miko doesn�t give up her duty for love.
And
it was that lonely night that Onigumo decided that he would steal the Shikon no
Tama. It was the jewel that would let her leave. It was because of the jewel
that he would be lonely.
The
thing about loneliness is that it begins as longing for someone to love and
have by your side. But loneliness held for a long time can become twisted;
mutated to something less pure and more vile. This longing is changed to
wanting to posses someone�to own someone. Because owning a person means never
having to let them go, always having them by your side.
And
Onigumo did steal that jewel when Kikyou was foolish enough to go swimming in
the lake of the paradise that she said belonged not to her or Onigumo but to
the land and all of man.
When
Kikyou realized that her jewel was gone she knew whom to suspect.
�Give
me my jewel.� She sternly said her eyes holding a fire the young man had never
seen.
Onigumo
gave excuse after excuse explaining why she couldn�t leave him, why they had to
be together. And with every excuse, the miko gave a counter reply trying to get
the young man to understand why they could never be together.
�I
care for you why won�t you stay.�
�You
are just human I am not. We can�t be together.�
�I
live for you. I would die for you. You won�t find that anywhere else.�
�Why
won�t you let me live the life I wish? If you loved me you would let me go. You
would let me be happy.�
And
the days, the weeks, months passed and still Onigumo would never tell her where
he hid the jewel. And Kikyou slowly died in the tiny paradise that was
shrinking each day because of the sorrow she carried with her. Although his
love (or lust) for the miko blinded Onigumo, he couldn�t ignore how weakened
she was. That she stopped swimming and meditating and instead sat on the
boulder in silence never looking at him but through him. And even he could see
the damning she was putting upon his selfish soul.
Bargains
were struck. Onigumo asked that she give him children so that he would be able
to look upon her beauty in their eyes and never forget her even when she left
and he was an old man.
Kikyou
did give him children but she never left because she never thought she herself
would love her children so much. She never told her children just why they were
so strong and beautiful. She still asked for her jewel because she never trusted
Onigumo, who never understood the magnitude of the jewel that he possessed.
Kikyou
gave herself to a man she never wanted or loved for the tiny children she said
she would give him. She truly understood why miko were never to have children-
never to love another. And in the end, she slowly let her life slip away.
And
Onigumo lived happily ever after in a village that held him in the highest of
respect for he was a kind, selfless, and hardworking man.
The
chime of the wall clock striking midnight broke the young girl from her
thoughts. Even though it hadn�t happened to her she could still remember. It
was enough to know what his hands felt like, the callous from working in the
fields. The rumble in his voice, the cadence of his words that at one time had
wrapped around her �soothed her. She always kept to herself just how much of
the past would slither through her mind. She refused to think just how much it
had poisoned her.
"Inuyasha,"
she called softly into the oppressing silence of the hotel room. Her voice
quickly dying; swallowed by the dark. She hoped he would step out of the tiny
bathroom, she hoped she would hear his voice call to her.
As
nothing but silence answered her call, she looked at her reflection once again;
letting her eyes fall upon the scar that now marred her once smooth face.
Starting below the outer corner of her right eye before curving awkwardly to
stop at the right corner of her lips. Even though it was but a scratch compared
to the suffering Inuyasha had procured, it was just enough; as the man who had
given it to her had intended.
It
had become her constant reminder that the man would die even if it took her
last breath.
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