Disclaimer:The characters from the Inuyasha series are obviously not mine in any way, but Nathanael Mishoru Quosaith, Heron Zaida Quosaith, Folara Ona Qousaith are MY property and it would be respected if they stayed that way. Although Nathan may seem similar to Inuyasha, he was created before I even learned of the show. Moridin, although his name was taken from Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time, he is NOT the same character, and I claim ownership only on his character.

Chapter One

An Introduction to the Desparate

"I ask you now to do a simple task Nathanael. Complete it for me and I shall consider granting your freedom. Screw it up like you have so many, and I shall have your nieces head!" The shadow engulfed figure hissed menacingly at the cowering sillhouette that was Nathan.

Nathanael Mishoru Quosaith to be correct. Said to be a disgrace to his name, fore his deeds he had commited. It was told, as a child of seven, he murdered his best friend, and his own mother in the same night. At the age of twenty-three, he murdered his own sister, and now he seeks the freedom of his seven year old niece. For all this time, he had sought to find the hot headed, red haired descendant of his sibling, and her existence was right under his nose. Moridin had her. It was not his freedom he desired, though he would be delighted to have it. He wanted his niece safe. He wanted somebody to carry on the Quosaith blood, and he was totally out of the question.

"Anything. I shall do anything Moridin. Just please, grant me not the freedom I desire, but grant Heron a safe leave. My greatest desire is to see her unconfined." Nathan spoke solemnly. His forehead pressed to the dank stone surface that was the floor of the large, baren hall. His ears twitched amongst raven locks that shaded his features. He was seen as nothing but a dark lump upon the floor.

The shadowed figure, Moridin, as he had been titled, mused over this new offer. To lose Heron, the key to Nathan's heart and will, but yet, keep the stubborn 24 year old half demon anyways. Unable to see a downside, since sustaining the girl was getting on his nerves, he smiled in acceptance. "Alright Nathan. Here is what I bid of you. Have you heard of the Shikon No Tama? The jewel of the four souls?"

Nathan nodded faintly. Risking his chances and lifting his head to gaze at what he could see of Moridin. "Everyone has heard of the Shikon Jewel. Demon's far and wide. Even... Even a half demon like myself." He once again lowered his head to the ground. Ashamed.

Nathan's scenario was similar to Inuyasha's. But there was one difference. Nathan wasn't human at all. He was elven. Or atleast, he had been thought to be born that way. It was seven, where he hit his... demonic puberty. In his upstarted confusion, he sprouted ears and a tail. He grew up that way. Faring on his own, because, who would accept a dangerous, murdering fiend into their home? Only one had ever cared about him. Only one had sought to comfort and make up for his public wounds... His sister.

His sister, Folara Ona Quosaith, had been a hot headed, quick tempered, yet very compassionate warrior. When she had reached her tenth anniversary of years, she had ran. Ran to find her brother who had been twelve at the time. What she found was a hopeless mess titled sibling. Though she nursed his concience, attitude (and grammer), to what it used to be. Back when they were innocent brother and sister. And then Nathan had ruined it all by killing her. What a splendid way to show grattitude.

"I want it Nathanael," Moridin snapped out suddenly, disturbing the reminescing. "Bring it to me, and your niece's life will be safe from harm." A pale hand that was visible tightened into a menacing fist that pounded upon the stone arm rest, and set echoes riccocheting through the hall. "Don't screw this one up Nathan." Hissed the voice, and the fist withdrew. "Go, before I make you."

The figure rose and backed uneasily, and before he could be warned again, turned and fled. Following the route of escape he had known for so long, until finally, he burst through the large stone doors. Held in place by iron bolts and hinges, and gilded with gold carved into it so naturally, you would have thought it was some new classification of rock.

Nathanael was relieved to see the light of day once more. His black attire billowed from his form, and he seemed rejuvinated by one deep breath, unhindered that the doors began to close on their own. A grin studded his features as he took a leap. Casting himself recklessly through the air. His hair whipping behind him like a banner. His wolfish ears flattened close to his skull, for the wind tormented them. His tail tucked close to his body to avoid being torn at.

Shikon jewel, he thought unto himself. How am I supposed to find the blasted thing if it was broken into little itty bitty pieces! It's not a jewel anymore, just a spread out connection of power intoxicating shards that lead to trouble!

He tensed, and stopped himself short from hitting the ground by clinging to a branch. The branch snapped anyways. Sending him a one way ticket to dirt, a sore behind, and the need of a stream to cleanse his clothing in.

But for now, being as far away as he could from Moridin was all he could ask for. So without another delay, he stood quickly and managed to brush majority of the dirt off, then set out to find this jewel.

He had walked quite a fair distance when he heard voices. Eyes narrowing, he braced behind the nearest tree. Testing the air. Two more demons atleast... One seemed, unpure. Two feminine humans, and a male. Though something seemed wrong with his scent, but that was none too much to care for. He flinched when he smelt the slightest hint of steel. Weapons. He thought in a panic and moved to draw back. But just wait. He couldn't find a jewel just... lieing around. Maybe they might know something. And he had perfected the art of acting. He could get women to tell him anything because they believed he was caring and compassionate, and a good person to talk to. And there were two women there...