Lady Death

Summary: Kagome was the only one who knew how it had happened, the others involved had long since died, leaving her to play the Grim Reaper. She never knew that she would be the cause of a series of magically unfortunate events...all because of three brothers, a wand, a stone, and a cloak...

Pairing: Kagome/?

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"Where am I?"

"Kagome, child...life is going to be bleak for you."

"Midoriko? Is that you? Where are you? Why can I not see you?"

"Because you are no longer among the living...Kagome...you have passed on to the realm of the in-between, but I beg for your silence a moment longer, to listen to reason,"

Kagome remained silent, she brought her hands to her eyes and frowned, a cloth was there, she made to pull it from her eyes, but a hand halted hers.

"You must not remove it...that will undo the ties to life of any who look into your eyes. I plead you hear me out. The Kami's have greater use of you, and for the wish granted by the Shikon no Tama, your soul is theirs to do with as they please. The wish was not one of purity, and still they set myself, and the other souls free from our war, now a price must be paid. For your friends second chance at life, they require one in return...yours..."

"My life for theirs...fine...but why the blindfold, what more must I do?"

"You will become Death in essence; a Keeper of Souls...the Shikon will be the Vessel that you use."

"What?! Death? Me?!"

"I can do nothing, Kagome...stick this out, and you will get your happy ending, but you must not falter in this cause."

Tears fell from beneath the blindfold; a single barbed wire was wrapped around the middle of it, keeping it from falling off.

"Sleep child, for when you wake...life will be no longer the same as when you were just a Miko."

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'That was over two hundred years back, but I wasn't in a familiar era when I woke...I could see the world in a blue glow, my energy seemed to wrap around the earth itself, and I could see the people, their aura's, the plants and buildings...I saw everything...I could hear everything...I knew everything...I was brought one thousand years back from my time, the year exactly 1004, and I learned of many unique, beautiful and magical things. I witnessed murder in its driest and most unadulterated form...these were dark times, witch burnings...centaur slaughters...mermaid trades...and I watched it all unravel. The year now, is 1219...the month is September...'

"PLEASE!"

Kagome listened to the desperate cries of a woman, a witch who was tied to a wooden stake, dry hay and tree branches lay around her feet as a few villagers held burning torches. She felt their hatred for the young woman, and through the eyes of Death, she could see the events unfolding, despite her blindfold.

"My children! WHAT ABOUT MY CHILDREN!"

"Don't worry witch! We'll send your spawns to hell too!"

"BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!"

Kagome waited as the woman's screeches of pain touched her ears, walking floating over the heads of the villagers, she held out a hand, pale in color from the loss of life energy, a glow formed from her hands and she pulled on the soul of the dying witch, watching as it came forth from the burnt body. As soon as it was completely taken from the body, the screams ceased.

"My kids...!" The soul cried out, she was a ghostly figure now, no solid form, no vessel to hold her.

"They are fine...your husband has taken them...look off to the East," Kagome pointed with a pale finger, and the ghost could see in the distance, a man running with three kids behind him. All three kids were no older than five years' old, triplets, and very powerful. She could see their auras, the light...and the dark. "Your children will be fine, and you will too...rest in peace, and find your place among the others of your kind." She held out the chain which held the Shikon Jewel on it, and watched as a glow formed around the soul before pulling her inside the jewel.

'Thank you~'

Looking off into the distance, Kagome stared at the three children, surely great things would come from such promising powers, but as she recalled a famous quote not yet spoken in time, a smirk pressed itself gently on her lips. "With great power, comes great responsibility...I wonder..."

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Me: These chapters will be short, but let me say this, I will be writing this story with a great regard to the times and the history that is given to Harry Potter. I want this fic to be written with the best of my writing abilities, and I'm hoping that you will all be okay with the shorter chapters, and prefer the stories Quality over its Quantity. Please Review, and tell me what you think~!