Present Day: Kikyou's POV

Today is the first day of our last year in junior high.

I know what you're thinking—my life is perfectly normal, but it's the complete opposite.

My name is Kikyou Higurashi, and I had transferred to a new school. No, not because we moved; it's because of those damn boys back at my old school. They bullied me just because I was different from everybody else. First, there was my physical appearance: Unlike my normal-looking human classmates, I had puppy ears, claws, and fangs. Another reason the boys always picked on me was the fact that I wasn't strong enough to protect myself. I guess it was because I was a pacifist—I preferred to settle things in a nonviolent manner. Unfortunately, the bullies took advantage of this fact and had dubbed me as their personal punching bag.

Now, after that awful experience, you could say that I've become more 'locked away.' I usually kept to myself and was more reserved with my feelings and emotion.

However, it wasn't really that terrible. My twin brother, Shiniji, was and still is my protective brother. Whenever the bullies picked on me, Shiniji would appear out of nowhere like a superhero and beat those boys senselessly. Sometimes, I tried to stop him, but my attempts were fruitless and he gave each boy permanent facial damage. I felt that they deserved it, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel pity for them.

So, in a nutshell, I was bullied at my old school and Shinji kept getting caught by a teacher whenever he beat up the bullies. Of course, the principal told my mom what happened. Finally, after several phone calls from Principal Kimiko, Mom decided to just transfer Shiniji and me. She said that at Shikon Junior High School, Shinji and I could have a fresh start.

The only downside to this solution was the skimpy uniform, particularly the skirt. I can't tell you how many times I had tried to pull the skirt as low as possible; unfortunately, it only went to my knees. Ugh, I really hate looking girly. If there was a person named Girly, I would strangle her…or him. Whatever it would be.

After my sixth attempt to make the skirt look a little more modest, Shiniji looks over to me, giving a look that says, 'It's okay, sis.'

We were just finishing up with breakfast and carrying our plates to the dishwasher when I tugged down my blouse over my hips.

" You look fine, Kiki," he reassures me. "Quit stressing out about it."

I smile at him. "Thanks, Shiniji,"

We put our plates and silverware into the dishwasher. After closing the door to the dishwasher, Shiniji asks me, "Do I look okay?"

I nod. We grab our book bags from the foyer and head for the door.

" Wait!" Shiniji and I pause at the threshold and turn to see our mother jogging up to us, holding something in her hand. "Kiki, honey, don't forget your hat!" She handed me a black cap with a red frame*.

I plop the cap on my head and, after making sure that my ears were covered, head out with my brother, feeling unbelievably nervous.

Feudal Era: Inutashio's POV

"Inutashio, watch out!" Uncle Miroku called.

I turn around just in time to see the pig demon lunging at me. I dodge his attack and latch onto him, digging my claws deep into his thick skin. "Poison whip!" I scream, and poison flows out from my claws and into the pig demon. He tries to lash out at me, but the poison was quickly affecting him, slowing his movement down. I crouch down and flex my fingers to prepare for my finisher move. I leap into the air and, once I was close enough, swing my hand and scream, "Enemy Peeler!" **.

The pig demon releases an earsplitting roar as my claws dug long deep slashes down his throat. I land on my feet and straighten up, just in time to watch the lifeless demon collapse to the ground.

"Great job," praises Uncle Miroku. "Let's go—Aunt Sango and your cousin are waiting."

But I wasn't really paying attention. At the mention of my cousin Masaki and the quick mental note that my aunt was her mother, I found myself thinking about my own mother.

I remember when I asked my father seven years ago what she was like. I was nine years old when I had asked him, "Daddy, what was Mommy like?"

He wouldn't meet my eyes. Instead, he gazed at my hair. It was silvery white like his, except it had natural raven-colored tips. "She was beautiful," he finally responded.

"Tell me more, Dad," I nagged. He just shook his head. I could have sworn that I saw sadness glint in his eyes, so I decided to abandon the topic for my dad's sake.

That was seven years ago.

I can still remember the day my father left.

I had went with Aunt Sango to get firewood for Dad. A demon by the name of Etchi attacked us. I had taken out my whip, but, for some reason, it had refused to work. Aunt Sango's weapon, on the other hand, was absorbed by Etchi. My dad rescued us just in time. Aunt Sango had sprinted off to fetch Uncle Miroku. I wanted to stay and help my father fight, but he had turned to me and told me to run. I didn't really want to leave him alone with the demon, but I forced myself to run away. Alas, I was still young and did not know how to navigate my way around the seemingly endless forest. For two long days, I had searched for my father…But I couldn't find him. Feeling hopeless, I had assumed that the demon Etchi had killed my father. I vowed to avenge my father, and had spent over six years searching for Etchi. My pursuit, however, was disrupted when Uncle Miroku found me and persuaded me to live with him.

Present Day: Kikyou's POV

"Class, we have two new students," The teacher turns to Shiniji and me. "Please introduce yourselves."

I chose to answer for us. "I'm Kikyou, and this is my brother Shiniji." I shakily smile and my fingers instinctively fly up to the top of my head to make sure the cap was still on.

"Please take off your hat," the teacher says to me.

"I-I can't," I stammer.

"Take off the hat." His tone sounds irritated.

"My mother told me to keep it on at all times."

"Take. Off. The. Hat."

"She said she can't," Shiniji snaps. "What are you going to do—send her to the office just because of our mother told her to keep her hat on?" Why is he so protective? He must have gotten it from dad.

"Please stop," I whisper to him. I turn back to the teacher and spat, "I'll take of the damn hat if that's what you want, you bastard."

"Get out of my classroom!" He roars, pointing at the door. My brother and I wordlessly leave the room.

It isn't until after we reach the end of the hallway when I broke the silence. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. That bastard's gonna pay."

After that incident, a lot of the kids were afraid of us and it seemed that the next six months were going to be the worst of my life.

Feudal Era: Inutaisho's POV

We were halfway home when I sensed it. I pause on the dirt path and ask, "Uncle Miroku, do you sense a demonic aura?"

" Yes," he gravely replies. "Unfortunately, it seems we have to get back to work." He sighs heavily and swivels around just in time to fling three sutras at an approaching bird demon.

So? What do you think? I'll post chapter two as soon as it's done!

Oh and I don't own InuYasha. The only things I own are the characters of Inutashio, Kikyou, and Shiniji. I even borrowed two of those names.

* Yeah that's Inuyasha's hat!

** Iron reaver…

I'd like to thank my beta reader inuxkags to help me edit. You rock inuxkags