Yin and Yang... Two half's of One Whole... by Purotekuta-Shikon no Tama

Prologue

Summary:

She was like fire to his ice. He was like a cool breeze to her hot, dry summer day. They were each a half of a whole. Without one, the other could not survive. Like Yin and Yang... Yet, they do not find this out till it is a bit too late. Now that the world that they once knew is about to collapse and make way for the new rule of the utmost evil that was ever born, these two must work together, or both become slaves to a world of death and destruction.

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Silence fell in the cathedral ceiling stadium where the auction was taking place when the last of the slaves was led to the block. Kagome had sat with several of her friends at the auction for more than three hours already, waiting for the auction to finish. For Kagome, the Higurashi family owned enough slaves and hired enough servants. Although her older twin Kikyou loved purchasing slaves, Kagome really didn't see the purpose of buying any more slaves.

But this one was breathtaking.

He had his hands restrained behind him in bides that were surely tight enough to chafe him, and yet he kept his chin raised in a silent defiance of his station of servitude. His long silver hair flowed behind him, defying all the laws of nature that dictated that it should tangle. Blue and purple markings marked his youkai pedigree. But it was his proud, austere bearing that drew the words out of the potential masters' minds.

"Sesshoumaru Taisho," the auctioneer yelled loudly, although he needn't have. "Bound for execution unless sold for his crimes: three counts of violence against his master and five counts of out and out murder."

A collective, loud gasp broke the silence.

"Although he wears the strongest restraining band," the auctioneer proclaimed, gesturing at the silver band that was on is left arm. "It seems as if he can still refuse the commands of his owner. This is the end of the legally mandatory warning. The auction starts at thirty-thousand."

The voices started muttering all at once. Kagome, too, turned to her friend. "He's beautiful," she said in awe. "He has hair just like Inuyasha's, but finer, smoother, and longer."

Inuyasha was one of the Kikyou's slaves. He had been in the family for as long as Kagome could remember, but she rarely ever saw him because Kikyou seemed very possessive of Inuyasha.

"He is," Sango agreed. "But he's also as deadly as he looks. See those markings? If he were not enslaved, he would probably be one of the most dangerous beings that exist. He still is, even though he's enslaved."

"But, to kill him..." Kagome could hardly believe that so beautiful a being would take life without compunction, but she had learned to trust Sango on matters concerning the youkai.

"Only thirty-thousand," the auctioneer repeated himself. "He's beautiful and strong, you can do anything you want with him. He'll--"

"Boo," one of the women yelled. "He scarred the face of my best friend just because she wanted him to share her bed. You can't do anything you want with him."

The auctioneer flushed, but did seem to get the message. "Going once," he bellowed. "He's going to his death and you will never be able to set your eyes on him again."

Nobody bid.

"Going twice."

Still, nobody bid.

"Do you really want such perfect beauty to decay?" The auctioneer asked more than a bit desperately.

"You buy him then," somebody shouted from the corner.

The auctioneer sighed. "Going--"

"Thirty-thousand," Kagome shouted impulsively. While others might have been perfectly fine with the thought of Sesshoumaru dying, Kagome had never liked the thought of not saving somebody when she could.

Besides, she had a fair amount of allowance, seeing as how she usually saved them unlike Kikyou who spent hers as soon as she received her allowance.

"Are you crazy?" Sango asked Kagome.

Kagome shrugged. "Hn? Probably."

Sango sighed. Sometimes, there was no reasoning with her too kind-hearted friend. She would just have to hope that it didn't get Kagome into trouble.

"Hn," the handler grunted at Sesshoumaru. Unlike any other slaves, the auctioneer had yet to see Sesshoumaru show any reaction to anything. As usual, the youkai remained silent, and the handler continued his somewhat one-way conversation.

"The lady who bought you... sixteen-year old Kagom, she be a real Higurashi from all the stories I heard them tell of Higurashis. Miko, they tell, but I ain't never heard anything to prove it. Except her twin Kikyou be true miko, purifying arrows and all such.

"Now, Kikyou be the one ya hear stories about. Surprised, I am, that she ain't coming today. Usually, she buys a three or four slaves at every auction.

"But Kagome, never ain't heard 'bout her buying slaves, but could just be that she just couldn't resist you beauty, eh?"

The handler sighed at some private woe, and then turned back to Sesshoumaru again, "Well, here, we are, and you're goin' to yer new mistress now."

'New mistress indeed.' Sesshoumaru thought in sarcasm, as he slowly and gracefully towards the ningen girl whom had now bought him from deaths gate and was to be her servant till she felt the time that he was not needed anymore.

'Or until I felt the time that she is not needed anymore.' He thought, as a slight smirk appeared across his face only to fall back into the grim line that it was once before as he came to a stop in front of the short but elegant, nigen girl.

"Hi! My name is, Higurashi, Kagome! I'll be your new mistress." The girl with strange blue grey eyes said, as she stuck her hand out in a greeting gesture with a bright smile across her child like face.

Sesshoumaru just looked at her hand and then back at her smiling face, all the while with a cold emotionless face plastered on. He then gave a scoff like grunt and walked right past her. Almost knocking her down when he pushed her out of his way with his shoulder.

Kagome glared angrily at his retreating back. Hoping that she would somehow bore holes into it.

'Stupid, cold arrogant, jerk!' She thought, still staring at him with her death glare.

Finally giving up, she sighed and went after him, almost tripping in the process because of her long kimono. Coming to a stop as soon as she was at his right side.

'Well,' She thought as she looked up at him and then back ahead to where they were going, which was a small shop to find him some clothes for the time being. 'This is what I get for having such a good heart I guess.'

She then once again looked up at him but then bent down her head to look at the ground, as a slight blush spread itself across her cheeks. Because, as soon as her eyes landed on his face, there were one golden eye staring back at her from the coner with its cold esense.

'Well, I guess it was worth it to be able to have saved those beautiful golden eyes from being shut for all eternity.'

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Well, I do hope that you have taken a liking to it so far. Now I would like to thank Lady Ethidda, for providing the challenge that will end up being one of the best fics that I shall write while my stay here in 'A Single Spark'. I do hope that you like it, Lady Ethidda. I apologize if it was a bit short, but this of course, was just the prologue. I garntee that Chapter one shall be much longer. Well, R&R, Rate and Review, farewell.

Sincerely,

Purotekuta-Shikkon no Tama