Soulkill: Time of Old Chapter 1: Prologue, an inuyasha fanfic

Alright, this is an actual story that I'll be working on over time soo…I'll update every other day and sometimes on the weekends. Whenever I can pretty much..(sigh) I hate not having the internet at home.

Be warned, it IS NOT SesshomaruxOC, but there are pairings.

(SPOILERS) for those of you who have not read the manga and read the last chapter 558. If you'd like to read the manga first then do so, or atleast read the last chapter before you read this. I don't want any unnecessary questions.

You won't understand the prologue much. But you'll get there.

Soulkill

Prologue – 0

I ran, running as fast as my young legs would carry me. My lungs swelled and burst with the effort of consuming oxygen as I fled. What was I fleeing? I myself wasn't quite sure, all I did know was that something terrifying was following me, and I just had to get away.

I wanted my mother, my father, but they were nowhere in sight, so running was the only thing I could do. Aside from screaming at the top of my lungs and crying rivers down my cheeks.

"MOTHERRRR!!!! MOTHER HELP MEEE!!! MOOOOM!"

I shrieked, fear translating into adrenaline and power, power that kept my legs going. The adrenaline helped me forget about the cuts and bruises that dotted the bottoms of my feet, it helped me ignore the pain and just keep going.

Why wasn't my mother coming? Where was she? Where was my father?

Rich brown hair fluttered in the wind I created, my clothes still intact were soiled and unclean from the twigs and dirt that I kicked up.

I heard a roar in my wake, something like wind slammed into my back. I tripped of course; there was no way I could keep running after such a blow.

I screamed almost painfully as fear overwhelmed even the smallest of my senses, leaving me open to sheer instinct. My knees throbbed with pain, my arms were dirty and the front of my small, flowered kimono was wet with tears. Tears that shouldn't be there, because my mother should be here protecting me, and she wasn't.

My eyes widened as a shadow suddenly enveloped whatever light may have been struggling through the trees. Leaving me enshrouded in pure darkness with faint outlines giving away the scenery.

Eyes as gold as the morning sunrise gazed up, petrified, at the creature that willed me harm.

There was nothing I could have done. But now a days, I don't know if it was the demon that craved my death and my blood that scared me, or if it was the flood of white light that scared me more.

Because quite honestly, I still don't remember what happened. All I can see are hazy images of crimson red and a sky as blue as the purest water.

There ya are folks.

Remember, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Kohaku