Hey! AracyaDragonpet here! Here is my very first fan fiction! This story has been bouncing around my head for a while, and begging to be written. Man, is it a relief for it to finally come out! So please read on!

Her ankle hurt. Something had stabbed her in the leg. She didn't have time to look down at it though. A little pain hardly mattered, she was running for her life after all.

Ohara had been so careful since falling into the well a month ago. She had avoided all human contact, sticking to the forest for survival. It had already been proven to her that the ones who seemed to be simple feudal era farmers were more then they appeared.

The first day, that day that had so radically changed her life, the day she had fallen through, Ohara had sought civilization. She looked for someone, anyone to tell her where she was, and she had found them. A man, a lone fisherman somewhere in his early forties, had offered her hospitality. He had fed her and offered her a place to sleep for the night. Then he had tried to take advantage of her. So she had ran.

A week later and she was still running. She had been doing so well, keeping to herself and finding her own food. She had even fashioned herself a crude spear to protect herself from the yokai that roamed the forest. The one mistake she had made was trusting a lizard yokai. He wasn't a human male, so why should she worry?

But apparently yokai did lust after human women sometimes. She had fought him off, even earning a bow out of the ordeal. Yet now she had him constantly on her tail as well.

Ohara had learned the way of the land in the weeks that followed. They were: trust no one. You could be their next conquest or even their next meal. It was hard to tell if anyone was human. A girl she met on the side of the road had turned into a giant snake and attempted to eat her. That was the last time she approached anyone. Running away was the best strategy. No matter what they appeared as, run away.

That couldn't help her now though. Yes, she was running away, running with every bit of strength she had. But that did her little good. She could hear the bandits she was fleeing from laughing ahead of her. She was surrounded.

Even so, she would fight them, even if she had no chance. Even though she had left her spear, and her bow had broken during her escape from their initial ambush. She would fight them until she could fight no longer. She would force them to kill her before she submitted. She would even go as far as killing herself before letting those filthy men have their way with her. Ohara would not loose her honor, no matter what it took.

The girl skidded to a halt on a dirt road. She had reached the end. The bandits now encircled her. No way out. Ohara raised her fists, preparing herself for what was to come. They just kept laughing. One pushed her from behind. She fell to the ground. Another kicked her, his heel catching her in the temple, sending her head spinning. It was several moments before she realized the bandits had disappeared, and that someone was speaking to her.

"You are in my way human, remove yourself," a deep, commanding, masculine voice ordered from somewhere above her. Ohara shivered, his tone, while calm, was as cold as ice. She looked up to see who had spoken, and froze.

Before her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He stood tall, long silver hair flowing in the wind behind him. What appeared to be a large, long pelt wrapped around his right arm followed his hair's movement. But she knew he was not a human man, the twin strips that adorned his cheeks and the blue-violet crescent moon on his forehead told her that much. He must be a demon, and judging by his emotionless face, a powerful one.

"Move," he repeated, "or this Sesshomaru will end your pitiful human life."

End it he said? Ohara looked around her, seeing her would-be captors surrounding her, waiting for her next move but not daring to stand in the yokai's way. Well, it would have come to this anyway, would it have not? She had always been more afraid of humans than of any other animal, including yokai. Several months later, her fear was proving to be justified. It was humans that were pursuing her, and for sport. At least the demon who had threatened her had a reason: she was in his way, and not of his kind. She could respect that; but not being killed by her own kind for their amusement after they were done humiliating her. Ohara would rather die by a wild animal's hand than a human's any day. Now it seemed she had such a choice. It was an easy one really.

"I'm not going to move," she said quietly, getting up into a kneeling stance, "I'd rather die. I don't want to, but it seems I have no choice. I know what these men will do when you leave. So, end my life. I beg of you."

"Hn," was his only reply. Ohara found she preferred it that way. She did not wish to be questioned by her executioner. The yokai raised his right hand, holding out his index and middle clawed fingers. They began to glow green. He swung his arm forward and Ohara bent her head in submission as a whip of sizzling green poison lashed out at her.

It struck Ohara across the chest and left arm, burning as it went. Immediately, starting from where the whip had stuck, Ohara felt as though she was expanding. A power rushed through with the demon's potent poison. Her vision was going green. A new determination filled her, she did not want to die. Accept it she might, but she would not welcome death so easily. She howled this into the sky.

Looking back, she saw not a regal man, but an enormous white dog. With a growl it pounced, not down, but straight forward at her. Was she floating? What was this? Ohara did not have time to react before her vision went blank.

Yep! Rewriting my old chapters in addition to new ones! I'M BACK! Review! Thanks!