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Chasing Butterflies

Chapter 1: A Field of Flowers

Raseth EY 45

Back then I was young, and today I still am. Life isn't just life, it's more than that. It's… err! Sometimes I wonder why I can't ever think straight. Writing is something that came to me as a past time, something I'm still not sure I'll ever get better at. Things like that don't seem to be a big problem now. Not after what's happened.

-End Journal Entry-

I remember something big happened, something that changed my world. I remember being told by my mother about flowers, to be specific, Dragen flowers. Dragen flowers were the flowers of the year, grown only in special conditions.

Doesn't

They had to have special temperature, they had to be specially held, specially planted, specially everything!

Well the Dragen flower was the most precious of all the flowers and the most deadly.


The world was normal for where I grew up. Life was fine; it was the only thing I lived.

Our house was located near the district compound so at times it could get loud. Yet, it never got too loud.

Today there were compounds in every major town. Lots of towns made up a light district and each light district made up a kingdom. There 7 kingdoms in all, and I have only lived in one of them.

Our kingdom Arseth, contains only 5 light districts. I don't keep up on all of them, but our district is called Gail. Yep, the district of Gail.

Near the district compound, the ground is always kept clean. There is green grass that grows all around, flowers, and water. I loved to explore the land, but there never were a lot of children around. It seems my parents had me late, so when all the other kids were just starting to turn 6 years, I was born. My brother says I was an accident, and then he ruffled my hair… I think he likes playing with me like that. He always plays like that. When I don't understand something he's there for me. Not many people play with me and I'm not entirely sure I'll ever find someone around my age that quickly.

Our house was a small homely place. It wasn't the biggest house in our district, I always thought it was the smallest, but it was tolerable. It only had one floor. My parents and I lived there. I also have a brother though he's much older than me. He was one of those 6 years too.

Now what could I say about our house other than it's size... We don't have many rooms only 5… 6 to be exact; I count my brother and my room as one even though they're separate. They're so small and so close we might as well be in the same room. Then there is my parent's room, the kitchen that serves as a dinning room, the family quarters and the other room. I was never properly instructed on what was in that room. It must have been something though because I always got punished if I strayed too close to it.

The house is a nice peachy color. It's small by my standards and square. I remember my brother saying he was going to leave the house as soon as he could.

Me, I'm 9 at the moment. I just walked out of the house and went off to explore. My brother was being… my brother once again. My parents told me it was something a boy did; they grew up like I soon would. They were smiling again one of those weird parent smiles. All I know is, I'm fine the way I am, 9 years. They said it was something ever child experienced, and little girls too. Again they smiled.

I didn't think I was much of a girl; in fact I hated being called one. Girl, girl, girl, was that all I was too some people. Such a cute little girl, oh why wasn't this little girl wearing a dress, such thing like that. It bothered me. I was brought up like a boy, and I planned to stay one, a 9 year old one for sure.

My brother raised me, I hung out with him and all his friends. And by doing that I learned their ways. Now, he tells me I should act the way I was born, like a girl. I can't believe I was betrayed that way. It stayed with me though, but I'd show him... I'd show him I could stay what I wanted to be. But my views on all this changed one. They changed one fateful day.

My brother brought a girl home. What was this about? He didn't need… her he had me!


I was outside sitting under the shade of a tree. A tree such a beautiful thing created. Grown by a seed, such a tiny little thing. And it created something so… huge. It soon became dusk, and I still waited outside, I waited to be called in, I waited for my brother to come back to me.

The tree was located a little ways from our house, my brother and I used to play there a lot. We used to…

There was something nearby, it sounded fast. Looking from out behind the tree I saw it. It was a figure and it was running towards me, or at least my position, my first instinct was to call out to it… too late for that though.


The boy ran over her. Falling down, his face hitting the ground beneath him. A loud thud was heard. Her knees were quickly pulled up to her chest, and she stared down at the boy.

Slowly but surely Sango reached a hand over to the little body on the ground next to her and poked it with a finger. Abruptly her hand was hit away.

Her face was one of a scowl at the moment and the boy stood up, glaring down at her. He was wearing, so nice clothes in Sango's mind.

This boy had on a pair of pants, silk ones, she guessed since they shone in the light. Their value would be even more since they were a color other than white. His shirt, which seemed to be muddied up, was also a silky looking texture.

"You can't touch me." The boy said. He spoke in a way the demanded people to listen and obey him.

Being who Sango was, she wasn't going to take this from any boy. Standing up she started to defend herself.

"Oh, and who are you to talk?" Now that she was standing up, she noticed… he wasn't very tall at all.

Despite the nice fancy clothes, the haughty little demeanor, and the huge attitude she thought she heard in his voice, he was little.

"Half- pint," she cooed at him.

This drove him over the edge, thought he tried to keep his cool.

"You're one to talk, dressing like a boy when you're a girl." He gave a small snort, "I'm surprised your family hasn't replaced you yet. It'd be embarrassed if you were related to me walking around looking like that." He gave a smug little smile.

Thought it was true, she did dress like a boy. Wearing pants, but not just any pants the working kind of pants. Worker pants, the measly kind. There were patches in them and some holes that probably couldn't be repaired by a stitching patch.

Her shirt was a color of white, or at least it used to be. Now it was muddy, stains that would most likely never wash out from the grass, and the occasional dark red spot fro m the cut she would get from falling.

But it wasn't as what he said that got her mad; it was that what he said was true. How many times now had she heard her own brother tell her to behave like a proper lady? It made her mad because she didn't want to believe it was true.

With that in mind she swung a fist at him. It landed right on the side of his face. The boy retaliated and swung a fist right back at her. It caught her in the shoulder.


When someone finally found them the two were rolling on the ground making hits at each other. First Sango was pulled off and then the mysterious boy.

The boy's hair was sticking up all funny, and Sango was huffing trying to get another hit at him.

"Take it back! Take it back!" That was what she yelled at him, that was what she wanted him to do, or she'd beat it out of him.

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Who was this girl? Thinking she could hit me? I had the mind to send her to one of those centers, or whatever dad said they were.

I hoped she stayed a stinking boy, and then I could make her do much worse work in her future.

Then this… girl, if I could even call her that, had the gall to spit at me. At least I had my… wait, if that was my bodyguard then who was this holding me.

"Sango!" The man holding me spoke. I looked from the girl to the man. Her name was Sango, what a uniquely pretty name for such a dull dry ape.

"How dare you hit this boy? Do you know who he is?" The man spoke once again to this… Sango.

She glared at me, I swear if I was over there she'd probably try and pop me.

"Yes, I know who this is." She was angry, and was directing all of her anger at me.

Then what got me thinking was if she knew who I was, why did she hit me?

"He's a dumb arrogant bastard! He's rude, and I can already tell he's selfish, he's an out right jerk!" She yelled out.

I was surprised she'd use such language. Didn't these people tech her anything. I heard a gasp and looked behind me, and the man to see a woman. Her hand was covering her mouth and she looked very surprised.

Soon I was let go, and my bodyguard still held the girl tight in his grip.

"Let me go!" She began to yell out until the man silenced her.

"Don't you dare say another word. After this performance you can bet you're in trouble."

Slowly I walked over to my bodyguard anything to get away from all that. Soon Sango was dropped to the ground. She stayed there, and her head was hung low.

"I don't know where you got that kind of language from and in fact I don't really care! But how dare you use it in front of others, and when I had company over?" The man turned around, "Liana, I'm sorry you had to hear all that."

Soon I was being pulled away but I couldn't help but turn and watch Sango, I felt bad for her, or at least I would have if she hadn't laid so many hits on me.

Menson, my bodyguard, spoke in a quiet voice. "Inuyasha, we'll be on our way now."

I nodded in approval.


He yelled at me, all because his girlfriend was there. He treated me like, a piece of dirt. Usually he'd be nicer, kinder, laugh, blame the other person, listen to ME before he went off and yelled.

I slowly got up from my place on the ground and I found that tears were falling down my face. I wouldn't stand for this, I just couldn't. I ran past him over to the house, "I hate you!" I yelled out.

I ran into the house and slammed the door behind me, before my parents could say a word, I locked myself in my small little room, away from the noise, away from the people, away from the pain.


Late into the night I finally realized, I finally told myself… I'm a girl. That was that and that was what I'd be, I'd wear a dress, I'd cook, I'd clean I'd live in the house for the rest of my days… I'm a girl.

That night I promised to myself that I'd start acting like one, or at least start looking like one.


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