(Prologue)

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Normally, it would have been heart-breaking. Normally, it would have been painful. But at this moment, all she felt was such tranquil peace for the finality of what she knew was coming. Able to finally leave what she was hoping to lengthen for a longer time. And so, when her bloody finger's lost their tight grip on her necklace and her sight was abruptly pulled into an extensive obscurity, she welcomed the numbness with acceptance. The tears were not for herself, heaven's no. The amount that dripped down with no stop were half from the pain that enveloped her body and half for knowing of what this resigning decision would do to her family. Family. Her family….now that she actually took a second, a piercing pain stabbed itself into her slowing heart. Her family were the most important thing to her ever since she was small…..to have to witness her death like such, could have been traumatizing to the parent's that brought her into this world, only to watch with their own eye's how it took their daughter out. For that, she was most certainly remorseful and would wish for them to live their best because….huh…..wait a second…should she even be still be capable of thinking to herself..? The stabbing pain eased a bit from her turning thoughts leading elsewhere. Shouldn't there have been…..a Shinigami or maybe her spiritually appearance or anything really. But nothing. There was absolutely nothing here. Just..floating into nothingness. Huh. Could be a rock band name too, 'Floating into nothingness'. Alright, so maybe she felt a bit better thinking about anything else really, but that didn't change what she should do now. No appearance, no body, yet her emotions were still in contact if the fact that she was still thinking was evidence.


So….maybe this is actually hell. Yeah let's roll with that, she was in some kind of level of torture from one of the different dimensions in the underworld. Why? Because at first, it was peaceful and she was satisfied that she would have the darkness engulf her mind as well but then it began. A static kind of bright light to the far end from where she was situated. It gave off zip's of what she could recognize as white static surrounding the rather miniature white orb. She didn't know what to do. Just when she thought she would finally disappear, materializing out of nowhere is a white dot just floating right in the middle of her somehow-now-working sight. And damn it all, she wanted her god-damn peace already! So, by the time the orb was within reach and now the size of a baseball, you couldn't blame her if she was more than just a tad annoyed.

However, she definitely did not expect for the pure light to blind her with its light. The emotion's that followed were also unwelcomed but accepted nevertheless. But by the time they seemed to fade through her, she found herself bewildered when finger's lightly touched her cheek, and actually sensing the soft feel of skin and cold liquid coating it. Her finger's. She inhaled shakily; something that shouldn't even be remotely possible; and began to mutter nervously under her breath because she recognized these action's. She recognized her freaking body's nerve's. Something was happening and she had a feeling she was not going to like it.

"What did you do to me?"

She flinched back, now visible body tensing and hand's shifting to tight fist's. Her voice was back. Her voice was back. Her voice was back. Everything was coming back! No, no, no, no! Before her shaking patience snapped, the light from the ball entrapped her into its warmth, subduing the shaking young woman in its shield. She was stunned for a second until realizing what the ball actually was. A soul. As the familiar liquid swiftly flowed down her cheeks, she ignored her situation and embraced the small orb as gently and comforting as she could. A very tragic soul. It was heart-rending and she didn't know what it was doing by shifting it's emotion's onto her, but she would try and comfort it for all she was worth in the moment. Why was the light so warm, and yet the feeling it gave off was just so sad?

A quivering soul was now in her arms and she just tightened her grip on its small body with her arm's. The tear's never stopped floating. Neither did the soul's shaking. And maybe they were both trying to comfort each other, she noted on the back of her mind.

It was long. She didn't know how long, but she felt a bit bad that she was annoyed with the soul in the beginning, so she softly apologized absentmindedly. The soul's shaking was already ceasing, but when it heard those word's there was a slight change in the feeling it began giving off. She identified it as maybe….determination and happiness? Even peacefulness was in the bundle of mess it abruptly began giving off. She softened her grip and held the soul in her hand's in front of her, waiting for any indication on what it meant with those feeling's.

When the light surrounding the orb began to disintegrate into bluish glistening, her eye's widened. "What's happening?" She was worried, of course! She felt a small connection with the pure bluish soul who tried to comfort her despite not knowing who she was, and their small time together brought her a tiny peace in her non-living heart.

The soul didn't change its emotion's and instead, it looked as if it bowed it's orb body towards her as an overwhelming grateful emotion ran through her mind, causing fresh tear's to override the already drying one's. "No…" She whispered non-audibly. Her eye's never left it's small body, a small sadness shifting to her. "Wait!" she yelled abruptly, accidentally tightening her hand's around the orb, flinching and freezing when it disintegrated into shimmer, fading to nothing once more.

The same darkness didn't seem so peaceful after what just happened. She slowly opened her trembling hands, feeling her body but never seeing it's movement in the nothingness. She…..did she just..kill the soul..? She killed it..? She killed it. The emotion's that were shifted to her disappeared, making her slowly bring her tense shaking hand's to her face, fisting her bang's tightly and lowering unsteady to her knee's. "Am sorry." Her mumbled word's echoed through the dark plane. "Am sorry!" She yelled through her tear's with a vengeance, mentally hoping for her vocal chords to break form the pressure. It was sad, she was sad, she comforted it, it comforted her, it thanked her, she killed it. Why, why, why, why!? She didn't mean to! "Am sorry!"


In Sengoku Jidai; Ancient Japan; The day was a rather cool temperature with the white cloud's floating scarcely around, the wind flowing gently through healthy plantation. In a nearby village a pair of parent's sighed in relief when their newly born daughter gave its first wail. And with a tired but proud smile, the mother held her child after the washing, inwardly relieved at her baby's rather strong lung's. The couple and helpers were a bit worried when the baby seemed too quiet during the trail and washing, only to heave a sigh of relief collectively when right after the wash the baby gave its first big wail. They all put to the back of their head on how the wail sounded a little strange. The husband brought his arm comfortingly around his wife, gently touching his little girl's head with his other hand. The wife smiled and pressed her daughter closer, looking down into her daughter's closed crying eye's with loving one's of her owns. The husband wore a matching expression of love for his newly born daughter. The helper's, a wizened elder woman and an older middle aged woman smiled at the scene from their position of right in the middle of the room crouched down. "Kikyo…our little Kikyo."


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