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A/N: I got inspiration to write a one-shot fanfic of Inuyasha when he was just little, but instead, I am writing a collection of one shots from when Inuyasha was very little. Hope you enjoy!
The Filth that Wouldn't Wash Away
Although Inuyasha loved to roam amidst the forest, tease the wildlife and pretend to be birds, sitting atop of the trees; today, Inuyasha wanted a friend. He wanted to play with someone. He had seen the day before in a village he usually watched far away in a tree, that there were many little boys and girls close to his age that played together. He had watched them for hours, kicking nd throwing brightly coloured balls, singing songs and swimming in the streams nearby. This looked like so much fun!
But no matter how much he wanted to, he could still hear his mother's voice in his head repeating: "Don't go near the villagers or their children. They may look nice, but inside they despise all creatures that are different." But Inuyasha really wished to play with them, so he took no heed to his mother's warnings and jumped out of the tree he was perched in.
He timidly walked through the village to find the group of boys and girls he had seen playing yesterday. As he walked passed some villagers, he couldn't help but notice the wierd (and almostmean) looks and stares he received. He knewhe was different from the villagers, but he didn't thinkit was that noticeable! Perhaps he had some dirt or leaves in his silver hair? Or maybe he had gotten hisbright red clothes dirty?After a few momentsof self-consciously worrying, he foundthree boys, passing a yellow ball back and forth. Inuyasha excitedly ran in their direction.
"Hi. Can I play with you?" Inuyasha asked brightly to the boys, a wide smile exposed his baby fangs.
The boys just stared at him in horror.He was different! He had claws,fangs, funny ears and silver hair! The boysbeganbacking away from Inuyasha, and then turned to run back to their families. Eachof them screamed. "It's a halfbreed mother! A halfbreed tried to play with us!" One boy shouted. Another one yelled, "He's filthy! He's filthy!"
In the glow of the moonlight, Inuyasha looked at himself in the reflection of the water. The boy said he was filthy! But how? He saw no dirt on his face. He washed his clothes three times, and there was no speck of dirt left! Hewatched his reflection carefully, and then thought: "Are my ears dirty? Are they not supposed to be there? Are my fangs too different? Am Inot supposed to have silver hair?"Inuyasha tried scrubbing his ears hard with the water, but they would not go away. His hair would not turn the shade of black as the villagers' had, no matter howmany times hewashed it.
Sadly, Inuyasha looked at his reflection, not liking what he saw. He saw someone different; an outcast. He would remain different forever. Being a hanyou, Inuyasha thought, was a type of filth that would never wash away.
A/N: I'll add a few more in soon, but right now, my computer has been so stupid lately, it refuses to work! I am on my mother's portable computer once again, so I'm lucky I can even upload this one! As soon as the computer gets back from the shop again, I will update all my stories including this one. So I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and tell me what you think!