A/N: I do not own Inuyasha! This is a story with mature content so if you don't like it, don't read it! If you read it though, please review. It's been a while since I wrote something so my skills are kind of rusty but I still tried my best with this first chapter of "O Death" (the song inspired me :D) Anyway, enjoy!

The priestess told her she would never bear a child inside her wilted womb. She was still young and beautiful but rotten inside. It was God's punishment for her being promiscuous and lustful. And she didn't care for such trivial things. She dressed up quietly and left the room without uttering anything.

~oOo~

Her husband died in war and she had to provide for herself and her little sister and she had to take care of the entire house by herself. After a while there was no money left. Being hungry and alone, she needed someone to provide for her but she wouldn't marry a second time. She loved her husband too much to betray his memory. She was loyal and truthful to her feelings for him.

Sometimes wounded warriors would stop for the night in her village and she let them stay inside her home, tending tem. Other times, travelers would stop at her house and she would let them stay for the night for a few coins.

Beauty was a curse, thought. Men always tried to get her attention and sometimes they would woo her, and when she showed no interest in their intention, they started badmouthing her. After a while, even women would gossip about her improper actions even though she didn't do anything wrong. All this misunderstanding brought the banishment for her and her innocent little sister. She begged and cried, telling everyone that everything was a lie, but no one listened.

So she moved outside the village, in a small cottage. The first few months were violent. Her poor sister got sick because of the cold and when villagers wouldn't help her with some medicine or food, she had to do something. She ended up allowing men in her bed, bringing upon herself the mistreatment and hatred of the entire village. The money was used to buy herbs and food. But it was in vain. Her little sister died only after a year of continuous suffering.

No soul in the world cared, and no one would help her except for the priestess in the village. She suffered in silence and her pain froze her heart.

~oOo~

"You should stop doing this to yourself. I could talk to the villagers and convince them to let you stay here with me", the priestess said in a comforting voice.

"No need for that. I can take care of myself. The only reason I came here today is because my bleeding is late. I thought I was with a child. And that was the last thing I needed now, another soul to take care of", she said sliding the door open.

"You are not dead inside, child. There is still hope for you".

"The hope died when they let my sister die".

She left and disappeared into the dark night.

~oOo~

Two full months had passed since that night. She started having morning sickness and she could sleep well. Her bleeding didn't come either. She panicked and asked the priestess to check again and when the priestess' eyes widened, she understood. She had a child inside.

"But you said…"

"I know, and I know I wasn't wrong. This is a miracle. It may be a sign. You are blessed, my dear."

"You should say I am cursed. How do I get rid of it? I don't want this creature inside of me. It's a demon. How do I kill it?" she said angrily and with a panicked voice. Her eyes had an insane strange light as if she was possessed.

"Gods forbid, child! What are you saying?" the priestess could barely utter the words. She was in shock. The woman changed so quickly after finding out she was pregnant and her behavior scared the priestess.

"Who is the father? Maybe he can help you?"

"Help me? I am a slut meant to let men escape their worries and release their seed inside and have a pleasurable night. My cunt is their sanctuary for a few moments. That is all I am. I am no lover or wife, so much the less a mother. Who is the father? Ha, he's the leader of those warriors that came to this village two months ago. He searched for the warmth of a woman and found me, found how warm I was here - she spread her legs and showed the priestess what she was talking about - and let his white seed invade me…"

The priestess couldn't believe the words coming out her mouth. She was vulgar and mad. She slid the door open and said in a hurtful voice:

"Get out and never come here ever again. I offered you my help and you mock me with your sinful words. Indeed, maybe you are cursed. After all, your beauty is out of this world, but so is your frozen heart. If you do not find the strength to redeem yourself and ask for forgiveness, you will suffer a deadly pain. You will no longer life like a normal woman. And when you die, your soul won't find peace."

She stared a few moments at the priestess, got up with a straight face and left the small house. She looked back a second only to see a pained face.

"The only thing I regret is continuing living after my husband died." she left and never came back to that house again.

The pregnancy was a curse indeed. She didn't know how that could be, but there it was and even though she tried hard getting rid of it, she couldn't. She would get sick first and almost die before she could harm the child.

The priestess would come and visit her and take care of her, but she would never allow her in the village again. She brought food and herbs to ease her pain and sometimes she brought clothes. If the villagers saw her even near the entrance of the village, they would throw stones at her and mock her with hateful words. So it was safer this way.

Within the last months, she was going more and more insane. She started cursing her baby and telling the priestess over and over again it was an evil spirit or a demon that will destroy the world. Every time she did so, the priestess would sooth her worries away.

~oOo~

The truth being told, the priestess didn't know how her pregnancy was even possible so she started looking for the man that was supposed to be the father. She found out he was a great lord of the province and he had two sons already with his beautiful wife. She asked permission to see him and she was granted that when the lord found out that she was a priestess from that village.

The priestess told him about the woman she was attending and when he heard her story, he started telling one himself…

He had been a weak child and he would get ill very often. His father was desperate to find a cure when he thought his only heir would die. He tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. In the end, he heard about a temple in the mountains that was guarded by a very powerful god. His parents sent him to that temple to be blessed and cured. The rumor went that the god agreed to his parents' request only if the young boy would make a sacrifice. To bring honor to his house, the boy said that he would do anything for a strong and healthy body. So the god asked for one of his future children.

After getting married and having the first son, he knew that he had to send his child to the temple so he begged the god to wait. "He is my only son for now. Please wait for a second one and I'll gladly send one of them to you. But I must have an heir for certain and I can't give up my first born" he said. The god let him got this time but made him promise he won't forget his word. The second child was born after two years but his father was at war and his wife didn't know about the promise he made years ago. When the god came to her chambers, she could only cry and beg for another chance. She made a promise herself that she would give him the child he needs, but not now.

"So that is why she got pregnant…" the priestess told the lord.

"I never had been with another woman except my beloved wife and she doesn't know about this. I would appreciate if you didn't speak of this again. I wasn't myself that night. It was as if something controlled my body. I moved and did what I did without knowing."

"Maybe that god was tired of waiting and he made you do it for a child. All that he wanted was an heir. Now I understand. I will not seek you again, my lord, and I would not expect you to take care of her or the child. But you should have kept your promise to your god because she is now suffering for your mistake" the priestess scolded him and left without looking back.

She returned to the village after two days and the night she came home, the storm started…

~oOo~

She was lying on her mattress, crying and screaming her lungs out. The pain was eating her insides and she was cursing every time she moved. The priestess was by her side soothing her and giving her instructions of what to do next.

"Get it out, now!" the woman yelled and one could see poison in her eyes.

~oOo~

The night was silent, except for the lightings, thunders and her pitiful screams. After a while, there was silence and soon the air was filled with the cries of a small child.

"Do you want to hold her?" the priestess asked. It was a beautiful girl with white skin and dark hair. She resembled her mother so much.

The woman didn't reply. She was gasping for air and holding the sheets tight under her gripped fists. Her eyes were shut and she panted hard. The priestess washed the child and put her in a warm blanket.

"I…cur…curse her" the new mother said with tears falling from her eyes. "She is no daughter of mine, she is not of this world. She is a demon. I have no need in seeing such a disgusting creature. I curse her for taking my life. She will suffer a painful death, all alone, where no one can see her. Just like me. I CURSE HER". Her screams were full of hatred and the priestess was looking at her in shock.

With that, without even glancing at the new born child, she closed her eyes and left her last breathe exit her exhausted body. The priestess sat next to her lifeless corpse and whispered a prayer, covering her face with the sheets.

She turned then to look at the baby who was sleeping soundly. How could she hate such a beautiful being? Yes, she may be out of this world, but she looks so precious, like the child of a god.

Soon after, some old men entered her chamber, eyes full of disgust and fear.

"Is she gone? Did she say anything to you?" was all they could mutter.

"She didn't curse you, if that is what you want to hear. But her death was painful. She didn't even want to look at her daughter."

"Good. Give us the child. It is not welcomed here. It will bring us disaster!"

"How could you even say that? I am the priestess of this village. I will not allow such cruelty. It is but a child."

"Do not worry priestess. We will only take her away from this village. This cursed woman's child is not to stay with us. We will eradicate her existence from our memories. This is just a reminder of her lustful life." they pointed to the baby.

The priestess fought them and tried to keep the baby safe but they were many and they snatched her away. The little girl started crying.

"You will bring the wrath of gods upon us. She is…"she wanted to say 'the child of a god' but they pushed her away and took the girl with them.

~oOo~

It was pouring hard when they left into the woods. The priestess couldn't catch up with them so she returned home to take care of the death body inside. She kneeled and started crying her heart out. How could they be so cruel? She thought while doing the proper burial ceremony. Suddenly, she felt a presence and turned to look who it was. Her heart froze in an instant and she started trembling with fear. She was a priestess and she has seen a lot of deaths but never this.

Near the door there he was standing. His presence filled the room and she could only discern his bright gold eyes. He was looking at the dead woman on his feet. He stepped into the candle light and the priestess saw his emotionless face. How beautiful he was but she couldn't do anything else but stare.

"Where is the child?" his husky voice echoed in her room.

The priestess started sobbing.

"The villagers took her away…she…she doesn't even have a name, her mother cursed her…why? Why does everyone hate this child? What did she do to deserve this?" he could hear her sobs but didn't seem to care much.

"The child was supposed to die with her mother. I came to collect their souls." He stood there for a few seconds and then turned to leave.

"W…wait…who are you?" the priestess asked with a trembling voice.

He looked at her over his shoulder and answered before disappearing.

"I am Death!"

~oOo~

The villagers left the child at the base of a tree where rain wouldn't reach her. They couldn't bring themselves to kill her and when she fell asleep again and they saw her angelic face, they froze in fear.

"The beasts of the forest will kill her. We say no word about this. This creature is cursed. We cannot have it in our village." They walked away without sparing a glance back.

~oOo~

He landed on that stop walking slowly towards the tree the girl was sleeping. He hated taking children's souls but it was his destiny to do so. The priestess' words came into his mind. So she doesn't have a name. Pitiful. Human race is pitiful. He thought and kneeled to kill the baby. To his surprise, she wasn't sleeping anymore. Her dark brown eyes were round and big and there was an innocent smile on her smooth face. Indeed, she looked like an angel. It's such a waste.

Death approached her like a shadow and tried to kill her but he stopped in an instant when the child looked at him straight in his golden eyes. She whimpered for a second and then showed him the most beautiful and genuine smile anyone would give. It paralyzed him. His eyes opened wide and he was bewildered. It was just as if the girl embraced her death so easily as if it was only natural. She was radiant.

It is not her time yet! Death touched his vibrating sward that was hanging on him. It was pulsating vigorously on his hip like it was trying to stop its master. It is not time. She is important, she must survive! He heard it and clenching his teeth he retreated from collecting the child's soul. The Lord of the Underworld didn't understand his sword's intentions but let it pass as such. How could she be important? What was her purpose? He couldn't see it; he could see no future for her. It was impossible. Usually, when he looked into people's souls, he saw everything: the day they were born, their entire life, the past and the future and the day of their death. But she was different, he could see nothing. And that brought some sort of irritation and frustration upon him.

"Why are you here? Did you think that I couldn't do my job properly? Until when will you interfere with my work, with my decisions?" he growled at the new presence.

"I came to see why it takes so long for you to finish your task. But now I understand…"

"You understand what? My sword refuses to…"

"Nonsense! You are so blinded by your power, your pride and your soulless body that you cannot see the obvious! And I would not allow you to show me such disrespect!"

"As if you are the one to talk! I will take this child's soul and send it where it belongs!"

"I command you, as the Great Lord of the Underworld, as your leader and as your father…this child is to live!" and with that, he disappeared into thin air.

Death felt his blood run. His frustration grew as the words of his father rang in his mind. He hated being controlled like he still was. One day it will be me who will control the Underworld, dear father, and then, I won't be questioned anymore.

The little girl was still smiling at him and started playing with her minuscule hands almost as if she was trying to get him pay attention to her. He hesitated for a moment and then he stretched his arms to snatch her from the ground. He covered her to protect her from the rain while he advanced into the dark woods. She fell asleep soundlessly in his strong arms as if it was natural for her to be there. He was even more puzzled.

He was in the village within seconds. He sniffed the air around to see if there is a suitable family for her and, after finding it, he found himself in front of a small house. You don't have a name so I will give you one. I will wait for the day we meet again and when that day comes, little…Rin…there will be no one to stop me from doing what I am supposed to do. Until then, live to your fullest!

He withdrew his sword and carved her name in front of the door wanting to leave her near the mark. She opened her eyes, almost automatically and stared at his emotionless face. As she felt the warmth of his arms disappearing she started crying and whining dramatically. He looked at her as if he wanted to memorize her plumed face and vanished without a trace.