Week #82: BLACK
Title: Mirror’s Embryo
Words: 249
Genre: Supernatural/crack!fic idea taken seriously
Rating: PG
They were wrong.
Inuyasha, the miko, their friends.
Her brother, her father, all of them were wrong.
She wasn't dead.
Flung into the void, the fragment of mirror soared backwards through time, hurtling, rushing, careening-like a girl through a well.
She pulled her identity around that shard with the desperate memory of fingers and would not allow it to dissolve.
Starry blackness and then the blackness like coal before the life is burnt from it. Finally, icy blackness-a world glutted with too many souls, too much dead light, the rumble of swart hell-demons.
She refused to stay in hell.
She strained and gasped and, one day, pushed her white arms through the inky, obsidian pitch and felt wind.
She stepped out of a stone and plucked it up between her fingers.
She was clean and pallid, naked and shivering, beautiful and well-formed as her younger sister once was. In tribute to the hanyou who had tried to save her, she took on the form of an inu-youkai.
She spurned silence after her rebirth. She spoke capriciously, merrily, willfully.
Never foolishly.
She took a handsome youkai to mate and raised a strong son.
Even she was amazed when the connection was revealed.
It was easy enough to lie about the Meidou’s origins when her first-born came to her seeking aid. Smiles came freely now. She suppressed laughter and fondly watched Sesshoumaru leave her shiro to kill her father.
Glass or stone: she had always been good at manipulating voids.
Author's Note - this drabble is in a raw and un-beta’d state. Your input and constructive criticism would be appreciated!
Words: 249
Genre: Supernatural/crack!fic idea taken seriously
Rating: PG
They were wrong.
Inuyasha, the miko, their friends.
Her brother, her father, all of them were wrong.
She wasn't dead.
Flung into the void, the fragment of mirror soared backwards through time, hurtling, rushing, careening-like a girl through a well.
She pulled her identity around that shard with the desperate memory of fingers and would not allow it to dissolve.
Starry blackness and then the blackness like coal before the life is burnt from it. Finally, icy blackness-a world glutted with too many souls, too much dead light, the rumble of swart hell-demons.
She refused to stay in hell.
She strained and gasped and, one day, pushed her white arms through the inky, obsidian pitch and felt wind.
She stepped out of a stone and plucked it up between her fingers.
She was clean and pallid, naked and shivering, beautiful and well-formed as her younger sister once was. In tribute to the hanyou who had tried to save her, she took on the form of an inu-youkai.
She spurned silence after her rebirth. She spoke capriciously, merrily, willfully.
Never foolishly.
She took a handsome youkai to mate and raised a strong son.
Even she was amazed when the connection was revealed.
It was easy enough to lie about the Meidou’s origins when her first-born came to her seeking aid. Smiles came freely now. She suppressed laughter and fondly watched Sesshoumaru leave her shiro to kill her father.
Glass or stone: she had always been good at manipulating voids.
Author's Note - this drabble is in a raw and un-beta’d state. Your input and constructive criticism would be appreciated!