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Serendipity
By : Kura
Category: InuYasha > General
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Ok! I've finally found time to write more
of the story, thank you all who reviewed the Prologue, nice to know it didn't
suck >.< (My English teacher is extremely harsh, she literally analyze and
diss our essays to pieces T___T doesn't do much for a girl's confidence in her
writing skills u__u) Replies to reviews will be at the end of the chapter ^^
Rating: Ahem! The rating has now gone up no
PG-13 >.< (I think that's high enough ... for now...) Nothing explicit
happening, but there's implied rape, implied brutal slaughter, and for some
language.
Italics - dreams / flashback

"Italics" - thoughts

[blahblah] - author notes or translations (for if I write whole sentences in Japanese
... Sometimes I just think it's more emotional that way? >.<)
Terms to know (only the new ones, refer back to
prologue for others):

Okaasan - mother

mama - familiar, or more childish way to call mother

Ji-chan - familiar way to call grandfather

Katana - Japanese sword

hanashite - Let go
Serendipity

~ sometimes blessings are disguised in the most unexpected ways ...
Chapter 1

I will not succumb!
Fire ... fiery hungry flames licking at
everything, burning ....
Burning
all she knew, all she had, all she loved in her short 10 years of life into a
crisp ...
"...Souta! Okaasan! Ji-chan!..."
"Souta! Okaasan! Ji-chan!"
Kagome screamed desperately, despair filling her soul, fear tearing at her
heart.
"Where are you!!!" she screamed
from the broken pieces of her heart, of her soul, of her life.
"...no...don't leave me...Noo!!"
"Noo!! Don't leave me, don't!! Where
are you??! Okaasan!!" She frantically searched the blazing ruins of her
beloved village, but everywhere, everything she could see was in flames, and all
she could hear was the angry roaring of the hellish inferno and the anguished
moans and desperate screams of the other villagers.
Kagome crawled to the charred remains of her
humble little shrine, which had been her warm, loving home for the past decade.
Weakly pushing herself onto her knees, she looked around for her family. Her
eyes widened at the still form of her grandfather sprawled on the wooden floor
of the shrine, the shrine he loved so much and fought to his death to defend.
"Ji-chan...? Ji-chan!!" Kagome
frantically rushed to his side, awkwardly crawling across the ruined room. She
shook him, her innocent mind unable to comprehend why her dear grandfather would
not answer her. She stared dumbly at the katana protruding out of her
grandfather's body where his heart would be, and the pool of blood she is
currently sitting in.
Horrified, even if she did not truly
understand what was happening, she backed away slowly, tripping over her own
blood-soaked kimono in her blinding fear. She didn't even notice when her
shoulder banged against one of the upturned table's wooden leg painfully, or
when her hands were cut by the broken pieces of the vase on the floor. All she
was aware of was the stillness of her grandfather, reminding her so much of when
her father left and never came back; when he became so still nothing she did
could arouse him; when he stayed unresponsive while she screamed her heart out
and her throat raw. Then they took him away in that hateful wooden box they
called a coffin, and she never saw him again.
Suddenly, Kagome heard a familiar voice
screaming desperately. Spinning around to face the voice, Kagome's eyes
impossibly widened even more at the sight of her mother being pinned down by
bandits and her baby brother Souta being torn out of her mother's arms and
thrown aside in the shrine's yard.
"...Okaasan!! Let my mother go! Okaasan o
hanashite..."
"Okaasan!! Watashi no okaasan o
hanashite!! Onegaishimasu!!" [Mother!! Let my mother go!! Please, I beg
you!!]
Kagome shot up, not feeling the pain in her
petite body as she ran to her mother. She tried to batter away the man on her
mother, but he just laughed and ignored her pitiful attempts. The other two
bandits just leered and looked on, their eyes darkening with lust. Finally,
Kagome could not stand the brute tearing the remains of her mother's tattered
kimono off; she placed her little hands on his shoulder and bit down viciously.
The foul taste of his blood and sweat assaulted her delicate tongue, before she
could even respond in any way she was flung across the yard. She hit the ground
hard, scrapping her tender skin against the rough ground.
"...mama..." she whispered
brokenly, her whole frame shaking uncontrollably as her body was wreaked with a
fit of painful coughing. Pushing herself up slightly, she turned to where her
mother was.
"No! Kagome, don't look! Run away,
Kagome, ru-" her mother's cries were cut off abruptly as the man slapped
her hard across her face, and Kagome could see blood dribbling from the side of
her mother's lips.
Kagome was frozen, she could only stare at
the scene of the man ramming in and out of her mother in grotesque fascination,
the way one would stare at a mutilated corpse: disgusted, terrified, yet unable
to turn away. Her young mind did not know what he was doing, but she knew it was
bad and it was hurting her mother. For the first time in her loving heart, she
felt an ugly dark streak of hate.
She looked back to her grandfather's body,
her vision zooming in on the protruding katana. A broken shriek from her mother
caused her to jolt nauseatingly, and she whipped her head back to her mother.
She thought she would thrown up, as she saw the man on her mother roll off with
a content look and moved aside as one of the other two loosened his pants and
grabbed her mother's long legs. Her mother shrieked again as he thrust into her
brutally.
Her mind made up, she moved silently to his
grandfather's side. Her hands closed firmly and purposely around the hilt. With
a sickening sound, she yanked the katana free from it's bloody sheath. She
looked hatefully at the men causing her mother pain; they were too intently
watching her mother to notice her movements. She remembered during her archery
lessons from her Ji-chan that shooting the head, neck, or heart was the most
effective way to quickly kill someone. Of course, she was a miko in training and
her job was only to kill evil youkai, but at that moment, she understood that
evil is evil, no matter what form it may take.
Holding the blade confidently, she walked to
the first man to hurt her mother. He was about two feet away from the others,
eyes half closed in a sort of dazed look, watching absently as the other man
hurt her mother. She looked at his exposed neck, then lifted her katana. The man
seemed to finally notice her, as he turned towards the glint of the steel blade.
His eyes widened, pure utter fear flitted across his face for a moment before
Kagome severed his head in one smooth, determined stroke. His strangled cry
efficiently cut off. Kagome smiled, glad that she was able to put an end to the
reason of her mother's hurt.
The other two did not notice what had
transpired only two feet away from them at all, so focused they were on hurting
her mother. Kagome frowned, she felt the streak of hate in her heart growing,
consuming her whole body in a hideous black haze. It was almost tangible, like a
dark cloud around her. She padded silently behind the one standing there,
watching her mother. Jerking her hands up, she thrust with all the strength of a
desperate 10-year-old little girl, plunging the hard steel into the back of the
monster in front of her, where she knew his heart would be. The man shuddered,
grabbing the end of the blade protruding from his heart, staring at it in
disbelief. His body convulsed as he fall, turning around to pin her with a
scathing look of hatred.
Letting go of the blade, Kagome felt
slightly uneasy at the look in his eyes, and the blood now scattered on her face
and arms. However, any thoughts she might have had disappeared as a hand roughly
grabbed her by her neck and hauled her abruptly forward to stare into the eyes
of the man on her mother.
"You!" he spat out. "How dare
you!" he shrieked in rage as he proceeded to strangle her.
"No! Let my daughter go!" her
mother cried desperately. The man loosened his hold on Kagome slightly, only to
backhand her mother.
"Shut up, whore!" he roared as he
reached for the katana at his side and slashed across her mother's throat.
Kagome went rigid in shock, as her beloved
mother's blood splattered onto them. For a moment, everything faded into the
background. All she saw was her mother's blood, a dark red haze clouding over
her mind.
"MAMA!!!" Kagome screamed in
anguish.
"MAMA!!!" Kagome jolted awake,
staring unseeingly at the blank gray wall in front of her. She sat like this for
a while, caught up in the pain of the past.
"Hey, you there! What are younkinnking,
screaming like that in the middle of the night! Some of us are trying to sleep
you know!" came the annoyed shout from the slave in the cell beside
hers.
Kagome was jolted out of her daze, and she
sheepishly apologized. A snort was all she got in response as she heard whoever
it was shift and go back to sleep. Kagome sat on the cold floor of the dank
cell, shakily wiping off the tears on her face, shivering slightly from the reoccurring
nightmare. She remembered passing out after witnessing her mother's slaughter,
and when she woke up it was a week later in the possession of a group of slave
traders. From what she gathered, the slave-traders happened upon the ruins of
the village by chance, and found her unconscious body. She was the only
survivor.
However, what she did not understand was why
they said the entire village was obliterated in a shallow, but large circular
crater, with not even as a single blade of grass on it. There was no other
bodies, though there were a lot of blood stains on the ground. They found her
lying in the middle of the crater, unharmed though bloody. She had remained unconscious
for a week after they took her in. The slave-traders took care of her well,
though that was only because they did not want to waste such a good catch as a
young, pretty little girl slave. She would fetch a good price, thus she was not
to be damaged in any way before she could be trained and sold.
Even now, she still did not know what happened
before she lost consciousness. She had refused to eat or talk during the first
week of her capture after she woke up. That particular group of slave traders
were not cruel, they did not treat her overly badly. She was treated decently,
for a slave. Mainly she had been just locked up in a room the size of a
oversized closet while she stayed unresponsive and curled into a tight
ball.
The necklace from her mother as her tenth
birthday present was still intact and around her neck through the ordeal, and
she drew comfort from the last bit of her mother, of her family that she had
left. It was a simple, but pretty blue gem on a plain silver chain. She knew her
mother must have spent a lot on it, far more than she should have, for her
family was poor even if they were able to get along. However, her mother only
smiled and said that her baby was worth more than anything in the world, and
told her that as long as the necklace was with her, she would watch over her
always with her love. [A/N: I know there's too much "her" in the
sentence, hope it's not too confusing ^^;;]
"Do not wallow in your misery. Even if
the world is against you, and everything seemed bleak and hopeless, believe in
yourself and a better tomorrow. Have faith in life, Kagome, always have faith in
life. Smile at your fears, and eventually, you will learn to overcome anything
and everything. Believe in yourself, the way I believe in you." Her
mother's words had resounded in her clouded mind, clearing away the pain and
despair. Her mother had said this to her, time and again, when she was
heartbroken over her father's sudden death. Her mother had wanted her to always
have hope, and always believe in life.
10 days Kagome had curled in the closet-room,
ignoring everything and everyone. However, she had slowly broken out of the
prison of her anguished mind. On the 11th day, her eyes had cleared and she
actually managed to see past her despair.
"Mother wanted me to believe in myself,
believe in life, believe in a better toow. ow. She would have wanted me to keep
living, no matter what happened." Kagome had made her decision then:
she would live her life to the fullest, not matter what life may bring, and what
cruel jokes fate might choose to play on her. She would not disobey her mother,
and make her sad even if she was not with her anymore.
Kagome sighed, shifting slightly on the uncomfortable
ground. It had been 5 years since she became a slave. 5 years since she lost her
loving shelter from the harsh realities of this world. At first the
slave-traders has tried to train her into a bed slave because of her pretty
face; she would fetch an even higher price because she would be an untouched,
young, and pretty bed slave. However, when they came up close and personal with
her fiery temper and rather sharp teeth, they had to rethink their decision.
They could not very well train her using whips or other forms of physical
punishment, for fear of scarring her pretty skin. Bed slaves could not have any
flaws in their physical appeal.
Thus, she was trained to be a house slave:
sewing, cleaning, cooking, etc. She had been exceptionally good at what she did,
especially cooking. In fact, she had been so good at being a house slave that
the group of slave traders decided to keep her to clean their own den. Also, as
she is now a house slave, she would fetch a higher price when she was older. The
customers did not often want children as house slaves, many of them would rather
have them in bed.
She had stayed with them for two years, until
one day a visitor from another slave-trader group set their lustful eyes on her.
Apparently, they had found her to be a beauty and would be wasted as a house
slave. They bought her off the other group, and set about to train her to be a
bed slave again. This time however, they had other means to torture her.
Kagome fingered the solid, dark iron bands
around her neck, wrists and ankles, shuddering slightly at the memory of the
pain they could cause. The second slave-trader group had been cruel and
relentless in their training. The iron bands on her hold powerful spells of
torture; it was worse than anything she could imagine, red hot spikes of pure
agony tearing at every cell of her being. This torture would leave no scars, and
hurt more than any physical pain one could possibly deal. This pain would tear
at her immediately at any open disobedience, or when her master say a word of
command to punish her.
She had been taught all the possible ways to
pleasure someone, female or male. She was almost glad that a virgin would fetch
a higher price, for it kept her from being violated during her trainings. It had
taken almost a year to train her into the perfect bed slave, for she had been
extremely difficult every step of the way. It had just caused her more pain, but
she refused to be submissive, nor would she be broken. Even though she was
forced to endure this shame, she was determined to survive whole, in both body
and mind.
At first, the slave-traders had been worried
that her fispirspirit might cause trouble. However, they reasoned that it might
actually make her more valuable, since many of the customers were getting tired
of dull broken dolls, or too submissive slaves. She would be something new,
something of interest.
As soon as her trainings were done, word was
sent out that they had the perfect fiery bed slave for auction. She had been
made to strut to and fro in front of countless lustful lords. However, fate had
been merciful that one time, she had not been bought by some ugly cruel lord to
play with.
Kagome smiled slightly in her wistful reverie,
thinking of the almost happy times she had spent with her first lord. She had
been bought by a powerful human lord from the Southern lands, as a gift to his
son as his 16-year-old birthday present. Young Lord Hojo had been horrified that
his father had bought him a slave, and a bed slave at that. When she was sent to
wait on him in his chambers that night, Hojo had been red as a tomato and
stuttering uncontrollablagomagome was immensely relieved that Hojo did not want
her services at all, and gladly told him so. He had been a bit surprised at
first, but understood when she explained how she came to be a slave. They became
good friends immediately.
However, the good times did not last nearly as
long as she had wished. Two years since she was bought into Hojo's household,
their lands were attacked. As they had been near the borders of the Eastern and
Southern lands, they were regularly subjected to raids from bandits from
Naraku's domain. Normally, they had no trouble defending themselves as they were
extremely powerful, but that time it had been a mostly youkai invasion.
A tear slid down Kagome's pale, already
tear-streaked cheeks, her heart full of sorrow at being separated from the first
and only true friend she had since the destruction of her village. The lord of
the household escaped with Hojo, bringing along a handful of loyal guards and
only a few close personal servants. Slaves were not worth the trouble, and no
matter how Hojo begged his father, they abandoned her to fend for herself in the
deserted castle along with the other slaves.
Most of the slaves did not bother to try to run
for it, for they knew if they ran they probably would just be killed. Normally,
invading forces did not kill the slaves, they much prefer taking the slaves for
themselves; the slaves were considered property, just like the castle and land
they were taking over. No point in destroying their own spoils.
That was how she ended up here in this dungeon
cell along with the other slaves. She had purposely made herself dirty and
disgusting with the soot and oil from the kitchen, purposely marred her
beautiful face with dirt so that they would not noticed her and take her as a
bad slave, the very fate she had been trying to escape from ever since she
became a slave.
Kagome frowned at how dirty she was, she felt
so extremely ... icky.
"Oh well" she thought, "at
least it kept me safe". She did not doubt for a second that if she had
not made herself so disgusting, she would have been taken to be some ugly
youkai's fuck toy like the many of the other female slaves taken. Almost all the
young females were taken, except for her and a few others who were also smart
enough to try to disguise themselves.
Kagome drew her knees close to herself, and
stared forlornly at her feet. She pondered on the meaning of the nightmare,
"I haven't had that nightmare in such
frequency in a while now ... could be it a sign of something bad to come?"
In the first few months after the destruction
of her village, she had had this same nightmare every night without fail, always
leaving her feeling terrified and wretched when she woke up. As time passed, the
nightmare decreased in frequency, it came every other day, then a few times a
week, slowly decreasing into once a week, until she only had it about once per
month. She had also grown accustomed to having the nightmare, it no longer tore
at her the way it used to. However, the few moments of pure terror she would
always feel right before she woke up never diminished. It never failed to leave
a cold, nauseating lump in her stomach.
" I wonder what happened to the village
when I went unconscious, I wonder why was I alone left alive and unharmed in
that crater." Kagome's thoughts once again drifted to why she was still
alive. In a way, she felt guilty for being the sole survivor, and also slightly
guilty for killing those 2 men. However, she did not regret it, they deserved it
for hurting her mother.
"Mama...Ji-Chan...Souta...I miss you so
much..." Unable to control her tears, she silently cried herself into
an uneasy, exhausted sleep. Just before the
darkness of sleep blanketed her, her mind drifted to the inevitable question
hanging heavily over her,
"I wonder, what will happen to me
now?"

Whew! I managed to get another chapter done!
This chapter is to mainly explain Kagome's past ... and how she became a slave.
Hope it was not confusing toggling back and forth from her thinking about her
past and her present state. (You can tell that she's sitting in the cell reminiscing
... right? ^^;;) Hope it was satisfying! ^____^
Again, please review ... to boost my confidence
a bit? ^^;; It's nice to know someone's actually reading this, gives me
incentive to write faster~
Review Responses:
CometsChaos & Aaringo: I'm glad you thought my story interesting!
Garnet-Crystals:
Yes, it will end up being Kag/Sess eventually ... ^^
conscience fairy : I'm glad you think my
writing is good ^___^ T wil will be hinted Naraku/Kagome, but in the end it will
be Kag/Sess >.< I love Naraku/Kagome too, but this fic was meant to be Kag/Sess.
I most probably will write another fic featuring Nar/Kag!
Again, thanks to all those who reviewed! Those
that reviewed from A Single Spark I'm sorry, but it got sent to junk mail and I
forgot to put it into inbox and got lost when the Junk folder cleared itself
>.<! But I will remember to save them and put responses next time!
~Kura
Next Chapter: Kagome finds herself under a new
master, who is very interested in her, and just might forcefully take her as a
bed slave, what will she do?
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