A/N: Hey, this is my first time writing an Inuyasha story, so no flamers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, or it's characters. I only own my oc's.
Prologue
When she was born, her father took one look at her and spat in the corner.
"Tiel hair," he said. "Unlike either of us. She'll have a temper to match the devil's, strike me if she won't. No decent man'll company with her, mark my words."
Then he went away on huffing and puffing into the night.
"Take no notice, milady," huffed the elderly woman, parking her rump to wash the bloody sheets. "Some men aren't good with sentiment. He doesn't mean anything by it."
The woman on the bed tried to smile, but was too weak.
And the tiel haired infant in her arms lay very still and quiet as if she knew she had just been branded as a sinner and it pained her.
After a while, the woman and the baby snuggled, and the baby's fist escaped from it's shawl and bang against the woman's breast.
"Little thing," crooned the woman, stroking the hand with one finger. "Little tiny thing."
Shiroi.
They called her Shiroi. No one expected her to blossom. Not in the small village. And certainly not with tiel hair.
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