Pairings: Naraku/Inuyasha, Inuyasha/Kagome, Onigumo/Kikyo Warnings: Yaoi, slight AU, some OOC, violence, character death, vulgar language, and suggestive themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and as far as I've heard, it belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. You know, that one really cute old Japanese woman who also created Ranma 1/2. Yeah, her.
Kink Count: 0 Rating: T

A/N: Hello fangirls and boys alike. I am Ren, teh wielder of paper and pen...or so I wrote in my opening paragraph on another story. This is my first step into the Inuyasha fandom so please be gentle. I bruise. And bleed. And occasionally break bones.

-VULGAR(ism)- A Prologue to Evil Borne.

He lay on a dirtied mat in a cave, his body wrapped in bloodied bandages. He'd need fresh gauze soon, if he wanted any chance of living, even at the expense of his looks. Only his left eye was left unwrapped; it was the only thing on his body that had not been burned to a charcoaled mess of burnt flesh.

She would come soon, with her little sister and inu bodyguard. Or how he loved her simplistic beauty. Her gentle smile, and the way her soft, velvety hands touched tenderly to his rotting flesh, as if purifying his being through a simple, kind touch.

The sister had a foul mouth, her eyes always hardening on him. She knew of his lewd, impure thoughts for her sister, and despised him for it. Not that he cared much, the little girl was barely in his thoughts.

The inu, he sniffed as if he were higher than the injured man, his arms always crossed over his chest as his nose in the air. Such a child, with long white hair that only a demon would possess, and golden eyes. The eyes of a heretic. Even he, a lowly bandit, knew that golden eyes were the eyes of an unholy union.

A demon and a human had fornicated, and out had come this boy.

This little thought always made the bandit bask in mirth, knowing that even though he was a mere human, the inu was half demon, half human. He had no where to belong. Yet Kikyo stilled loved the damned inu! When she could have some one like the bandit.

But, he would never be able to move from this self proclaimed death bed, not, while he was mortal in every sense of the word. Kikyo would not be expected for another three hours. It would be enough time. Grunting in pain, the man reached out, his eye widening with the pain that seared through his entire being.

"Come! Feast on my flesh, and in return, give me mobility, and your strength!"

The cave was quiet, save for the vibrant echo of the injured ones voice, deep and lustful with the want of power. The soft drip of water filled his ears, though it was quickly diminished as a hoard of demons swarmed into the tiny cave, their fangs dripping saliva; they were hungry.

A red, centipede type demon moved first, its' grin made more maniac by its' large pearly teeth. Blue and white paint masked its' inhuman face, as dirtied blonde hair fell to the sides of its' face.

"Human, do you know what you are going into, asking for such a thing?"

The injured one was barely able to clench his fist, without screaming in utter agony.

"I wish, to take revenge on the ones named Kikyo, and Inuyasha. Give me your powers, and you may have this weakened body. My soul may be as dark as midnight, but I am sure you will find it fitting to your tastes."

The demon chuckled, before leaning over the injured man's chest; his heart. The man swallowed thickly, his head spinning before pain erupted through his chest, blood splattering the bedrock walls, the colour intense with the smell of copper. The world around him was darkening before his very eyes, as more demons perched low, taking in the sight of their leader devouring the man mercilessly.

That, is how Naraku is born, his heart rotted to the core, his bloodied eyes taking in the world, drinking it up, then spitting it out with cold and ruthless cruelty. But for fifty years, he was silent, never taking up in parties with the lords, never hunting as though he were a mere beggar, waiting for a defenseless human to pass by. No.

He waited, for his rival's awakening.

-TBC-

And there is my prologue. Yes, it's short. That's how they're suppose to be, my little chickadees.

This story won't be updated often, so please, if you can resist temptation, don't say "Hurry and update!" Or anything along the likes. I work twelves hours a day, and do most of the housework and have practically no time for writing. I can't update every day like most, but I can make lengthy, enjoyable chapters.

I am setting up my fire-pit and marshmallows for flames, so bring 'em on:D