Disclaimer - I don't own Inu-Yasha. If I did I think I could afford a mattress rather then using an airbed... *grumbles about cheap roommates who ruin mattresses then refuse to buy a new one for her*

author's note

I wrote this as a preliminary idea, if people like it I'll continue it with longer chapters (promise). If people don't like it I'll probably write a few more chapters to see if the opinion changes before dropping it entirely.




Sword's Soul

Tetsusaiga......

The hanyou shivered with anticipation as the sacred sword of his father glowed in the afternoon sunlight. This moment was going to be perfect, this moment was going to be the first step towards his fate. Every battle he fought, every breathe he took, everything led him to take up the mantle of his father's power.

Inu-Yasha moved forward slowly, his fingers twitching with nervousousness as they grasped the worn tattered wrappings that wound the pommel of the fang, of Tetsusaiga.

Closing his eyes with pleasure as he tensed his muscles to pull the sword from the earth of his father's grave. He expected to hear the pleasant shing of metal springing free from its prison, he expected to wield the sudden weight of the sword he held firmly in his hand.

He didn't expect a barrier to throw him across the chamber.

He certainly didn't expect to hear a decidedly feminine voice ringing in his ears as he slid down the wall.

Just what did you think you were doing?

The voice was lilting, light and pleasant to his ears he cringed at the venom in her tone. Meekly rising from his defensive crouch he gazed silently at the young girl who stood by the sword he craved.

Lovely. She was positively lovely. Ebony tresses swirled around her slender frame, caressing her alabaster pale skin with a lover's touch. Smokey gray eyes glared fiercely into his own, the pale translucent colors swirling with her emotions. Her hands were clenched into fists and balled firmly at her hips, the annoyed posture telling him this young woman was not pleased with him.

Rising to his feet the young hanyou coughed nervously as he fidgeted with his scarlet red haori. Unsure of what to do with the sudden appearance of the young human in his father's graveyard.

Might I ask how you came to be here? the hanyou queried cautiously, his eyes flicking over the strange flowing garb the girl wore. Shimmering lengths of white silk flowed from her delicate shoulders, concealing her in a shroud of star's light. The fabric caressed her figure with each movement she made, causing his eyes to do a great deal of wandering down the expanse of her body.

The girl seemed taken aback at his question, puzzled almost. Her expression clouded over with consternation as her brow furrowed. Her voice was hesitant as she relaxed her pose of righteous anger, her eyes softening as she took in the hanyou's confused expression.

You haven't heard of me? her voice was gentle, caressing his frayed nerves. At the hanyou's slow shaking of his head another frown briefly passed over her features. With a swirl of fabric she turned towards the sword, her hand gently caressing the pommel, casting a glance towards the approaching hanyou she allowed a sad smile to flicker over her lips.

My name is Kagome, the soul of Tetsusaiga.