Legacy of Hate by SonofZhon
The Unforgiven
Legacy of Hate
I should mention that this is a sequel to A Silver Shadow(found here http://www.dokuga.com/spark/story/17/1) and that was written about the time Ryukotsusei died and is based on Naraku dying shortly thereafter. That being so the Tessaiga can perform the windscar and the backlash wave but none of the later techniques. I had actually given up on this sequel but recent events in Asia and reading more fanfiction lately convinced me to finish it.
Special thanks to my beta reader, Impoeia, who managed to review this while handling academic concerns.
A Silver Shadow took place 3 years after Kagome first fell down the well. In this sequel to it, 8 months have passed since Kagome fell in love with the reincarnation of Sesshoumaru in the modern era. The ages are roughly as follows for the other cast members
Kagome Higurashi19, Keeper of the Shikon no Tama, college student
Sesshoumaru Ryusaki, 20, Reincarnation of Sesshoumaru, college student
Rin real age unknown. Suspected to be about 8 when she first encountered Sesshoumaru, now she is roughly 12
Kohaku exact age unknown. Suspected to be about 11 before he was killed in Naraku=s trap. Now roughly 15
Sango and Miroku: Offically married after the death of Kikyou at the hands of Sesshoumaru. Both are about 21. Not with a child yet.
Note: Wei Cheng is to be pronounced like "Way Chung." Don't ask me about the spelling; the romanization of the Chinese language is nothing I was involved with. Some people out there may choose to argue with me and say that it should be pronounced "Chang" not "Chung" but there is ample reason to support my choice. Also, as the author, I make the final call.
Chapter 1: The Unforgiven
This land's end cannot come soon enough mused the entity that named itself Wei Cheng as he reclined in a Tokyo café. Wei actually had many names, hundreds of thousands in fact, but he couldn't very well identify himself by those hundreds of thousands; it would be too complicated. So he chose Wei Cheng for the sake of simplicity. But the hatred and rage of all those hundreds of thousands who had born those names had not been forgotten. Even now it seethed in Wei, creating the delicious temptation to kill every Japanese in sight.
To a casual observer, Wei appeared to be nothing more than an average Chinese male. One of countless that visited Japan regularly. Slightly over 6', he had a strong build, square face and short spiky black hair. Dressed in what some might call formal casual, he wore a neatly pressed set of khakis, a black button-up shirt, and a pair of stylish Dockers on his feet. All in all, he looked like a respectable young man. But only from a distance.
Despite his innocuous appearance, the closer one came to Wei, the more they could pick up an air of barely restrained violence. Perhaps it was in the clench of his jaw or in the glint in his dark eyes; whatever it was, people gave him a wide birth and unconsciously tried to get away from him.
I know its somewhere in this area...just need that...one.. to use it again. Wei had been searching Japan for nearly six months now, tracking down the disturbance he felt. It was nearly a year ago when he had felt a huge ripple in the flow of time as someone incredibly powerful was brought into the present. He knew immediately what the implications of this were: somehow a distortion, probably magical, existed, which allowed for time travel.
That presented a joyous opportunity for Wei. If he could go back into the past, he might be able to recreate the future and rain down divine vengeance on the Japanese. To leave his homeland though, and seek out this...hole in time, that had been extremely difficult. For decades he had never seriously considered the thought of leaving China. What would be the point? It was the past that he wanted to change and that was considered impossible.
Until now.
In his current form, those from whom he was made from had lovingly crafted his body for the express purpose of delivering their wrath in a purifying blaze. Recalling his creation in the modern world, Wei felt a familiar thread of unease coil about him as a he considered how it was possible for another to know about him. The face of the Westerner who had seemed depressingly normal, and yet, couldn't be.
That blue eyed stranger, the foreigner, how had he known what I was intending?
There could be no doubt that the outlander was aware of Wei's plans, but far from trying to stop him, the blue-eyed one had actually helped by gifting to Wei the Seal of Heaven, thereby bestowing upon Wei a power that had been reserved for the Gods.
The only thing more disturbing to the freshly created Wei than to realize his plans were already known, was in asking the question of why aid had been given to him at all.
How did it profit him? Am I being used somehow?
The outlander had not just known of Wei's plans, but had actually been waiting for him to manifest himself. After giving Wei the seal and assuring him of its power and authenticity, the blue-eyed stranger wished him luck in his goals and simply left.
No human could have obtained the seal though....What was he...
To Wei it felt almost as though he were an unwitting actor in some insane play spanning Asia.
He's obviously involved somehow, but it seems that his goals while unknown, are at least not in conflict with my own. I suppose I can accept being an actor in a play if my character is responsible for the annihilation of Japan.
That small amount of consolation would have to be enough for the present, as Wei could do little more on that subject. Wei closed his eyes for a moment in contemplation.
While the gift of the Seal of Heaven had been great, it still left Wei with the need to forge a weapon of his own. Despite the fantastic power the Seal of Heaven granted, it had one enormous drawback: it could only be used in the past. The crafting of his own weapon had been tiring but not overly difficult. As the summation of power and knowledge of so many, he had been provided with the means to create his primary weapon. He hadn't tested either of them out yet, but he knew they would not fail him.
Idly, Wei wondered whose power it was that had created a ripple in the ether large enough for him to detect even in Nanking. Whoever it is I must remember to thank them.
Right before I kill them.
Wei motioned a nervous waitress over and ordered another drink. All he could do now was wait for a ripple to occur so he could find the means to his goal.