This is my first story I posted on so bear with me… yes, I know it sucks…

Disclaimer: I am not Rumiko Takahashi, so I don't own InuYasha or any other place, character, etc. from the original story… I'd like to own Sesshomaru though… perverted grin

Kohaku's Lament

Prologue

A group of demon slayers closed in on their prey: a giant centipede. The lead slayer's son stayed back slightly, nervous. The slayers did their job of killing the demon and then the boy stepped in to help take the spoils.

The boy felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck and watched in horror as his hand—on its own accord—raised and threw his weapon, a chained scythe, lodging the blade in his father's neck. He had completely lost control of his body…it turned around and struck down two more of his comrades. (Okay, I'm not sure how many demon slayers there were total, and what order they were killed, but this is how it is in my story… feel free to review and yell at me for this… and maybe I'll fix it if I'm not too lazy.)

The only ones left were him and his older sister. The thing that was controlling him made him draw his sword and cross blades with her. She knocked him aside, noticing something.

Getting up, the boy saw his sister yelling at the lord of the castle they were hired to protect. According to her, it was the lord that was controlling him. The lord then made him throw his scythe at his sister, sticking it in her back.

"The siblings have taken leave of their senses." The lord said to his guards. "Kill them."

At once, the guards loosed their arrows upon the boy. He fell, now released from the lord's control.

"Kohaku!" The boy's sister rushed to his side.

"Sister… I'm scared." Kohaku lay on his back with several arrows protruding from his chest.

"Don't worry, Kohaku… I'm right he… aahh!" The guards loosed more arrows, this time aiming for Kohaku's sister.

"Bury them in the garden." The lord commanded his guards.

Kohaku woke, panting and sweating. It was the fifth night in a row he'd had that dream and it was really getting to him. Not that it didn't really get him before each time he remembered that event, but these dreams were getting more and more intense each time he had them.

It had been seven years since that night, but he still hadn't been able to forget. True, he had forgotten at one point, but at that time he was Naraku's little errand boy, making him do things that filled him remorse. He killed many people under his command, and even tried to kill his sister on many occasions. His sister… Even with Naraku suppressing his memories, he could never forget her face. True, he didn't know anything about her, but each time he encountered her, he'd pray that Naraku didn't make him kill her.

Kohaku rolled over and tried to get some more sleep, but he found he couldn't. Instead, he got up, dressed and went outside the abandoned house he had spent the night in. He looked around. It was still dark out, but not for long.

He decided to start his journey to the next village, and when he got there, he planned to do a few odd jobs and hopefully he'd earn enough to eat a decent meal and maybe even stay at an inn.

He sighed and began walking.