The Soul of the Sacred Shikon no Tama

[hirakiri13]

A/N: This is my bizarre crossover. I?ve thought about it for a very long time and I do hope that someone will appreciate it. It?s a Harry Potter Inu Yasha Crossover?trust me, it sort of makes sense?sort of! people? SORT OF! This story is very complex and lengthy. If my calculations are mistaken when it comes to time and period or era, then pardon me. I?m not an expert when it comes to Inu Yasha or Harry Potter so I am bound to make mistakes. Also this is very AU, and most likely OOC?just to warn you. Oh another fair warning?let?s just say Naraku doesn?t exist at all? erase him from your memory? NOW!

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply? Although I wish I did own the characters?or the actors for that matter. If I did, I would get Tom Felton and Katie Leung (still a little shaken up by this?) and get them married? Draco and Cho RULE! Oh and that is not a spoiler?trust me? they?re not a pair in this? oop now THAT was a spoiler.


Chapter 1: The Voice

The Season of Love, The Season I hate, It Calls to Me

<<The Tension mounts>>

The sun was fading slowly into the indigo tapestry of the night sky. The crimson tint of the heavens, the scarlet sun, the powerful hues of the clouds fainted slowly into blank eternity. But the intensity of the skies could not match the power of the scene that was currently happening.

Just as the sun had ebbed into the darkness, so did the lives of a hundred villagers. A scarlet river flowed slowly across the vast fields. A crimson coat of blood painted across the canvas of lush green grass. The huts torn and battered, the only living reminder of life was a small child crying in a secluded hut, held only by the severed arm of his mother. Slowly, each twitching limb, each broken body, and each soulless carcass dimmed with the sun, the night was still and silent. Slowly the darkness swallowed the town, as if trying to forget the angry spirits of the dead.

The lord of the western lands stood silent underneath a large Sakura tree. A large sword in hand? not his tenseiga. His hands clutching his armor, tearing away the unwanted metal from his thin body. He wiped away a splatter of blood from his cheek. He felt no remorse for his actions in the town, now a mile away. He sat down underneath the tree and watched the stillness of the night. But something was bothering him.

A small particle of a sensation crept into his body, reaching into his very core, grabbing onto his dying soul. It grew. His mind, thoughtless, concentrated on the sensation, he could not push it away. The feeling stirred inside and he could feel it in his neck, his back, and his body. It was a feeling of intense yearning, one that any man could not prove strong against. His head fell and his neck stretched back as he let out a moan. The intense feeling, he desired for someone, he yearned for passion. His body turned crimson in heat, sweat seeped out of each pore in his skin and he was drenched in his own tension. His veins pumped hot blood, his heart beat faster, his knees grew weak and gave way. The feeling was too strong, he could not take it any longer, and he was going to explode in the force of this sensation.

His eyes widened and his mouth hung open. His lips let out a silent scream as his body felt the surge of energy vanish. His eyes fluttered open, in a state of reality and awareness he began to walk again. The graceful Sakura tree had fallen to the ground, his katana out of its sheath. He mentally berated himself for giving in to the passion. He was Lord Sesshoumaru- he was strong, willful. Nothing could make him lose sight of reality, especially not an odd sensation.

He walked away from the scene, his posture stiff, silent, but his head was a jumbled, swirling mass of contradictions. He cursed his body for giving in. First it was Jaken, then it was the town, and then it was the Sakura tree. How could he lose control! He scolded himself, and continued journeying into an unknown destination.

It was not his fault. He was in heat. It was that time of year again, one where a demon cannot control their sexual tensions, a time when a youkai is vulnerable and weak to their desires, a time Sesshoumaru despised so ardently; it was mating season. According to demon legends, a youkai is predestined to be with someone, and that someone is his mate. Once they have met, the demon falls in love so deeply with his mate that he would sacrifice his own life to save his significant other?s.

He hated mating season, but it went on for three months, and since his adolescence his battles had been hardly won. He grimaced mentally at his pathetic attempts at succeeding. Seclusion was the only way he could lessen the tension, and that was what he was going to do.




An Enigmatic Voice, Fear in My Veins, It Calls to Me

<<The Mighty River>>

The darkness slowly faded, and the moon begun its laborious retreat into the bright sky. The sun slowly rising in the east, with each passing minute revealing more and more of its brilliant glow. The warm rays tickled the exposed head that had managed to creep out of the safe blanket. Kagome?s eyes fluttered open but quickly closed shut when the bright light attacked her. She rose after a few moments of twisting and turning. She sat down, stretched her hands skywards and yawned. She covered herself with the thin blanket as the cool morning breeze brushed against her bare legs. Touching the grass with her hands and playing with the miniscule droplets of dew that had magically settled atop their flat blades.

She admired the waters of the river, and stared intently at it for a long time. Her eyes scanning the beauty of the light as it bounced slowly amongst the small waves of the current. She watched carefully at each bubbling impact as the waters collided with rocks. Pondering on the ironic idea that such a powerful body of water, so unstoppable can be contained only by the strong confining grip of the land; an opponent that it could so easily crush. Looking at each butterfly as it performed its dance, at each bird as it sang its song, at each leaf that flew with the wind, only to be carried by the water- betrayed in its flight.

The crystalline waters invited her for a small swim. The clear liquid proved cool and refreshing as it flowed down the length of her throat. Realizing she had walked over, scooping a small amount in her fingers. She dipped her thin hand into the surface of the water, toying with its rhythm and flow. It was cold, in fact it was freezing, but she was still set on jumping in. Something in the depths of the water was calling to her and although she hesitated, she responded. Slowly she let the blanket fall from her shoulders, with smooth accuracy each confining garment of cloth dropped to the lush grass that her feet were rooted to. Ignoring the loud noise behind her she dipped her feet into the cold surface of the water. Her naked body finally felt free and she inched closer to the center. She wanted?no? she yearned to feel the strength and virility of the current; she wanted to be swept away with the water. She let her arms fall to her sides, exposing her bare chest, ignoring the prickly sensations that ran throughout her body, the sharp pain that throbbed in her lip as it quivered uncontrollably, the lost sense of touch as her rosy skin paled silver. It didn?t matter; the pain seemed a step in the distance of the journey?a journey that led her into the depths of the river.

She could feel the mighty river embracing her firmly, the current dragging her slowly, and she gradually lost control over? it didn?t matter, she just lost control. Her heart beat faster with each fizzy impact. She was the rock that stood still and strong, forging on as the river crashed into it every second. She was the beautiful bird feeding at the trickling moans of the water as it flows, singing its song. She was the fragile butterfly beating the rhythm of the water with each flap of its wings. She was the lonesome leaf, swaying along with the sacred dance of the wind that swept the current. She belonged; she was one with nature. She ignored the painful cries of her lungs that screamed for vital oxygen as her head sank, plunging into the frozen void. She ignored the screeches and begging of her body as it was swept and contorted by the forceful current. She lost all feeling in her limbs and slowly her body became still.

A slender finger began to twitch involuntarily and eyes fluttered open in consciousness. Looking out into the deep water that surrounded her, her feet pushed at an inexistent floor and she began to panic. Her hands flailed aimlessly at the far surface of the water. Her lungs began to lose hope of finally reuniting with the air, her mind began to lose faith in the light, and her vision turned blurry. What was so vivid now turned into a clouded ball of confusion and darkness. Her panicked limbs died down in calmness. As if all terror hadn?t broken in her heart when she felt an excruciating pain on the back of her head. Her scalp tore as it collided with a sharp rock. Looking slowly at the crimson outline that danced in front of her, the scarlet imprint that forged against the strength of the water? her blood. Her russet orbs had seen the light one last time and they closed, rejecting the forces that begged for life.

<<Whispers in the Night>>

She had regained consciousness as she felt a pair of warm lips set on hers; she opened her eyes, slowly, realizing how painful it was. Focusing on the silver locks that fell on her face, rising upward, revealing the determined features of Inu Yasha. She blinked furiously trying to figure out what he was doing.

?Kagome do not fucking give up on me now!? his hear voice boomed across the silence. Then a gust of air flew into Kagome?s mouth as Inu Yasha breathed into her in an attempt to save her.

?Kagome!? he muttered again. She felt her head lifted slowly up to his knees, giving her a better view of his wet visage. He hugged her tightly; his scent came into her nose as her face was brought his chest. She felt safe, but scared.

?In?Inu Yasha?? She whispered, her voice faltering? her throat? ironically, dry. She could hear footsteps fast approaching then she saw the huddled figures of Miroku and Sango, their faces distorted in very real expressions of concern and fear. Then once again, she fell unconscious.

She woke up that same day, in a dark tent, amongst the muffled laughter of Sango and Miroku. She stood up from the room and was greeted by the short figure of Lady Kaede. The priestess fell to her knees in front of Kagome and began to dab her forehead with a cold damp cloth.

?Oww? No? Kaede?I?m cold!? Kagome muttered as she felt the sharp reminders of the frozen river.

?Be still my child. Do not worry ye shall no longer feel the cold, just ye wait.? The short priestess replied as she loaded the cloth with another shot of freezing water.

?Please stop. Please stop it?? Kagome begged in between shivers. Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably as the pangs of ice tingled in every inch of her body.

?It?s warm water dear? ye are just terribly tired. Try to rest It?ll all be better in the daytime.? Kaede said comforting her.

The tent flap flew open and the tall shape of Inu Yasha walked inside. Kagome shivered uncontrollably.

?In?Inu Yasha? I?m cold.? She complained as she hugged herself underneath the sheets.

?Kaede?she?s freezing!? Inu Yasha said alarmed after placing his hand on Kagome?s forehead.

?Be patient? It will pass soon.?

?NO! You have to do something now!?

?There is nothing we can do but wait?? Was her stern reply.

?Listen you old hag! We came here because we thought you could help us but from the looks of it you?ve just as much chance of healing her as I do!? Inu Yasha growled. Miroku and Sango ran inside the tent to see what was going on. Kaede continued her regimen, ignoring the hanyou, trying to soothe the shaking Kagome by humming to her.

Inu Yasha stood up and yanked Kagome from the tatami mat. All eyes focused on him.

?Inu Yasha what are ye doing?? Kaede said, ?Ye must leave Kagome to heal here! Put her down!? Kaede said firmly. But her commands fell on deaf ears as Inu Yasha ran out the door with Kagome in hand.

?In?Inu Yasha? stop? What are you doing?? Kagome managed to whisper. ?Kaede?s helping, please just go back.? She pleaded.

?Don?t worry, I?ll get you warm.? Inu Yasha replied. His face contorted in concentration. He brushed away the tall grass and ran past the large trees of the forest.

Kagome felt like she was about to turn into a frozen icicle. She was too cold, the comforting heat that she could feel was Inu Yasha?s back hidden beneath his kimono and the small blanket that was wrapped around her. She felt Inu Yasha halt in a small clearing. Inu Yasha dropped her gently in a blanket sprawled on the ground.

He sat for a second, thinking of what to do, but her spasms were getting violent and her eyes began to dilate. The alarmed Inu Yasha tore at her clothes, grimacing at his act. He threw away each garment in a disheveled pile and carried her fragile form onto a hot spring.

He closed his eyes, looking away from her nude body. Kagome saw smoke billowing in the air as Inu Yasha lifted her. It felt cold as it touched the small of her back but she trusted Inu Yasha, she had faith that he was doing what he could. Besides, she couldn?t really retaliate if she wanted to.

Inu Yasha slowly slid her thin form into the hot water. She shivered as she was dropped into the water.

?Inu Yasha, it?s cold?? Kagome cried, Inu Yasha looked away from the silent tear that rolled on Kagome?s cheeks.

?Kagome, it?s a hot spring? It?s very warm.? Was all he could say in reply. ?You have to be patient.? Kagome just shivered and bent her body into a huddled mass. Inu Yasha was truly afraid that he might finally lose a good friend. He loved Kagome, she was a great companion, she had survived the most horrific fights with him, slain the most ugly demons. But ironically a dip in a river and a severe case of hypothermia was what would kill her. He always thought that a demon or something would slaughter her, not? water.

She was half-dead but her body was trembling wildly. Inu Yasha stood on the ground just above Kagome, looking down on her with a look of earnest focus, his eyebrows interwoven in thought. Kagome tried to pry her face for a smile but she just succeeded in opening her mouth.

?What is it?? Inu Yasha asked her, crossing his arms.

?Th?Thanks.? She managed to whisper.

?Kagome! Stop wasting your energy.? Inu Yasha replied sternly.

She smiled inside. Inu Yasha had been a great friend, he could be a little brutal, nasty and arrogant at times, but he was a good friend nonetheless.

The water began to feel warmer after a few hours. Kagome watched as Inu Yasha battled his drowsiness and just sat there. It was good to finally have her sense of touch back. She could feel the jagged rocks beneath her toes, the bumpy stone she was sitting on, but most importantly the warm water that only grew hotter by the second. She could feel the steam rise in her face and enter her lungs, the warm air clearing her mind and she began to fall asleep.

The morning air was crisp and brutal. Kagome?s eyes fluttered open; her hands flew to her moist face and brushed away an invisible particle. She looked around for the source of the eerie voice that woke her up.

?Kagome- the Shikon no Tama- find the Shikon no Tama!? The voice said deeply, the enigma of the sound resonated in the chilly wind. Kagome let in a sharp inhale of air, realizing the significance of the voices? words. She was scared now, her eyes darted to see the source, trying to see if someone was playing a sick joke on her. She stood up from the warm waters of the hot spring stalking over to the disheveled pile of her clothes, her eyes never leaving the confines of the little clearing. Then there was an unsettling silence that rang, only Inu Yasha?s slight snoring could be heard.

?Help me Kagome- My soul is tired? help!? The voice managed to scream as its life ebbed fading into the silent abyss. Its mystery was chilling and Kagome was petrified. But the pleas, they were genuine, real and she felt sympathetic to the voice. She wore her underwear quickly and started fanning the bushes open to see if there was some sort of figure lurking. Inu Yasha stirred from his silent sleep and walked over to Kagome.

?What?s wrong?? He said, his eyebrows knitted together in curiosity and unease.

?Did you hear her?? Kagome replied while trying to pull on her skirt.

?Hear who? Kagome who was here?? Inu Yasha said inquisitively.

?Inu Yasha?please tell me you heard her?? Kagome said, tears welling in her eyes. ?Of course you didn?t? you wouldn?t be snoring if you did??

?Hear who? What happened?? Inu Yasha said, grabbing her by the wrists.

?Inu Yasha? I think the Shikon Jewel is turning evil?I think it?s dying??



My Blood Chills, My Heart Aches, It Calls to Me



<<The Beauty of the Earth>>

The tall grass danced wildly as the wind picked up its speed. The lake no longer frozen, the land no longer blanketed in white snow. The sun shone behind the thick puffs of clouds that had settled above the land. She took a deep sigh, inhaling the cold air of the wind, letting its virile spirit liven her lungs. All around her the earth was excited. The trees were swaying madly and the lake thrashing violently, the waters attempting to escape the tight borders of the shore, serving only to flow back into the massive body of water.

She stood from her position, stretching her arms skyward, standing on her toes in an effort to release her fatigue through her outstretched arms. She let the wind whip her ivory skin; her hair billow in the sacred might of the earth. She let out a contented smile. Taking small strides, she walked over to sandy shore of the lake. She sat on the large rock that stood valiantly above the battered shore. Allowing the small rays of the sun hit her face, sending warm sensations throughout her body. Permitting small drops of the majestic lagoon touch her face.

She stood up from the rock again. She was uncomfortable for no apparent reason, she was uneasy and something was bothering her. She began to walk aimlessly at the vast lush grounds, no real destination. Letting the cold tips of the blades of grass wither underneath the sole of her feet. Brushing off the ebony strands of her hair that had graced her face. The world was so enthralling, the sun that rose from the mountains in the horizon, the breeze that fluttered in the void of the sky, the clouds that guarded the heavens, the tree that stood proudly against the wind. She craved to unite with the forces. She yearned to become one with the elements. She felt a need for the balance of life within her. She wanted something beyond existence. It was inexplicable yet she still yearned for it.


<<Falling>>

She realized that her feet were leaping in the air, her hair was dancing in the wind, her hips were swaying to the rhythm of life, her eyes were closed, focusing her soul to feel the delicate power of the earth. Her hips were swaying side to side in a graceful dance, her arms flung to the sky, her head falling gently to her bare shoulders. Her body was tired; her muscles sore, her lungs yearned for air. She stopped, her russet orbs flickered open and she saw the world beyond its beauty.

She was the sun that stood proudly above all, beaming at the spectacle of the land. She was the cloud that rolled patriotically in the indigo sky. She was the breeze that rocked gently against the land. She was the water that conspired with the wind and revolted against the shore. She was the fog that shamelessly blankets the beauty of the land. She was solitary tree that stood on the edge of the cliff, proudly rooting itself against the vigor of the forceful wind. She was one with the earth, she embraced her newfound freedom, and she leaped across the tiny gap that separated her from her spirit?s liberty.

But in a split second her eyes widened in a quick recovery into consciousness. She kicked against the lush grass but it was nowhere to be felt. She had fallen from the cliff. She looked down only to see the large body of the river below her, growing bigger as she drew closer. She felt the harsh wind hurtle past her thin form, the sun burning her sensitive eyes, and the tree smirk at her from the safety of the precipice. There was panic and fear flowing in her veins now, but she calmly touched the tip of her wand from her pocket. She tried to pull it out but before she could she felt the painful impact of the water on her back.

The pain was blinding and she immediately fell unconscious. Her body struggled against the dominant strides of the water, Her limbs twisted and her figure interwoven as they hit the jagged edges of rocks and fallen timber. Her lungs struggled to inhale air, but her body would no longer cooperate. The water entered her body menacingly. Its entry unwanted, perversely forceful. It was brutal and unfair, she was not even aware and she could not fight against it.

A smooth voice graced her ears and her auburn orbs fluttered open. The sharp contours of Salazar?s face greeted her. His eyes were closed in concentration, his lips chanting a spell, he was kneeling beside her, soaking wet. Helga was on her left, her plump figure sitting beside her with a huge grin plastered on her rosy face.

?Thank Merlin. You have finally regained consciousness.? Her soft voice spoke. Her blue eyes soothing and her blonde hair fell to her shoulders.

?What happened Rowena?? Godric?s gruff voice attacked the silence.

?I don?t know?? She muttered, her throat uncomfortably parched. ?I? don?t know.? She said. Godric frowned in confusion and thought. He walked back to the construction not far away. His muscular body walking suavely away from the three.

?Well it?s lucky that Salazar saw you floating in the river?? Helga supple tone contrasted Godric?s.

? ?Tis not lucky? Helga? this entire moment is a unfortunate?there is nothing lucky about it.? Salazar hissed. His tone articulating the word ?lucky? mockingly.

?I?m just saying?? Helga tried to explain.

?Do not try to defend your poor use of words. Or maybe it?s your view of the seriousness and significance of this matter that is flawed?? Salazar said, waving his wand at the large boulders piled at the side. With a small flick each ton was sculpted into large square rocks. Godric took his wand, waved it; each sculpted rock was lifted from the ground and landed in an intricately formed wall. Helga glared at Salazar but withdrew her hatred and cupped her hands to her hips, closed her eyes and exhaled loudly.

?Alright? now that all the anger?s gone? Rowena? Do you remember anything?? Helga said in her usual chirpy tone. Rowena looked at her refusing to let the pain she was feeling show. She smiled back at her and attempted to sit up from her position. Helga helped her up.

?I haven?t a clue what happened? but something?s definitely wrong?? Rowena said, she stood up and held on to Helga?s shoulder, still wobbly she grabbed her wand from her pocket and tried to help Godric and Salazar.

?Darling?it?s best you don?t challenge your body at this moment.? Salazar said with a smirk.

?I can manage just fine?thank you?? she retorted sharply. ?But?something?something?s gone utterly wrong.?

And as if on cue she began to quiver lightly?then her tremble turned violent and she fell to the ground. All three companions ran to her aid. Her eyes were dilating and her limbs were frozen, the only signs of movement were her fierce jerks and her fluttering eyelids. Salazar ran to the side grabbing vials, Helga threw herself into a trance and started chanting beside Rowena, Godric aimed his wand at Rowena?s chest, his eyes closed and focused on the spell he was muttering.

Rowena could feel her body shake viciously, she could feel her muscles become sore, her eyes twitch, her veins pump cold blood, but her soul was still and tranquil. She could feel her spirit calmly rest and she felt peaceful?she felt rested. She saw nothing but darkness, she was surrounded with darkness.

?Rowena? The Shikon no Tama? save the Shikon no Tama? An enigmatic voice chilled the silence. Rowena looked up and watched herself in a dark cavern. No one was around her. Fear began to place itself in her mind but she knew she had to be calm.

?Who?s there?? she asked the darkness?

?Rowena? The Shikon no Tama! Save the jewel! My soul is weary? help me? save the jewel?? The voice screamed, fading slowly, fatigue and pain apparent in the voice.

Rowena?s body stopped shaking and her three companions stared intently at her. All were waiting for her reaction. She sat up and eyed the three of them. Her voice piercing the silence.

?I have to go to Japan??

--------------------------La Fin---------------------------

A/N: Alright folks, I know that you?re all very very very confused. But don?t worry, I?ll post the next chapter very soon. I hope you liked it?

[luved_by_bishie_duelistch]

that was good... slightly on the wierd side, but good. i thoroughly enjoyed it. please continue!