My name is Akira, and I live in the feudal era with demons, and half breeds, and humans. I am a demon. I can summon up the element of air. I can suffocate, I can give, I can lift, and I can push. I am extremely lethal, and if I can't control my element, I have physical strength as well. I am often mistaken for a human, and each of them have been terribly mistaken, and have died quickly for it.

I don't enjoy being antagonized. I require it being fast, and quiet. I like it peaceful. I live in a serene environment, and not many things happen. I usually protect my village from passing by demons. Even though I am a demon, I help the humans, so they except me as one of them, and it's a good feeling. I don't like being shunned by people I should have been like. Humans, I wish I could be one. I wish for weakness, and the hope that I won't die when I step outside. I want the adrenaline rush you get from fear and anger. I want to feel the things I can't.

I want to be normal, but I shall never be. I quit my musings, and I walked out into the bright sunshine. The light breeze blowing from the south calmed me. I smiled, and breathed in deeply. My peace was soon interrupted by a frightened villager. "Lady Akira, we have trespassers. Among them are demons and humans." I nodded, and followed him, feeling slightly bored. This happened every so often, nothing to get excited about.

I walked up the steep hill, and stepped in front of their path. A monk stared at me with a small flirtatious smile. I rolled my eyes. "Who are you, and why do you pass by? There are many other routes." I snapped in my powerful voice. It was always magnified by my element when I spoke in this tone. A white haired man in red raised his eyebrows.

He looked at me from head to toe. I will admit, the reason people didn't take me seriously was because of my slight girlish-like frame. I looked too much like a small child, but I was well into my teens. "We should be asking the questions. Are you supposed to be the village protector?" He asked incredulously. Wind whipped my hair around, and I glared. I knew what was happening; my eyes were glowing to a yellowish green. The girl behind him gasped.

"She's a demon!" The monk sighed. "Should have figured." He mumbled.

"My name is Akira. I am a Wind Sorceress, and I do protect this village." I snapped.

"Do you think she's like Kagura?" The same girl whispered. The man shook his head. I sighed, I was getting extremely bored, and nothing interesting had happened today. They were seriously trying my patience.

"I do not know who this Kagura you speak of, but I can assure you that if you do not leave this place at once, you will regret ever having met me." I growled. The white haired man smirked, and pulled a sword from his sheath. It transformed into a large demon sword. It pulsed with a demonic aura. I glared. "All right, but be warned, you asked for it."

I snapped my hand forward, and fisted my hand, and turned it slightly. His eyes went wide, and he dropped his weapon, and he collapsed along with it, trying to breath. I released him, and he gasped. "Inuyasha!" The girl crouched beside him, but he ignored her, his attention for me only.

I laughed, and stepped back slightly. "So you're the infamous half-breed!" I smirked, and dodged a Hiraikotsu. I laughed, and threw it back at the girl with a flick of my wrist.

"Stop it!" The girl rose to her feet, with an arrow positioned at me. A look of pure determination was on her face, and a spiritual aura pulsed around her. "Let's talk this out. There is absolutely no reason to fight. You may be a demon, but you protect humans. That is enough for me to believe that you're good."

I grimaced. "Why should I let you into my village." I asked, my lip curling at the half-breed.

He smirked triumphantly. My eyes narrowed. "Because we're looking for a demon named Naraku. We passed by here because it seemed to be the safest route."

I crossed my arms over my chest, and sighed. "Follow me, and don't touch anything unless you want to die."

I think I might regret doing this some day... I thought bitterly to myself.