"Mother what am I?"

chapter 1

Izayoi sat with young Inuyasha in her arms crying about what he had just said.

"Mother what am I? He had asked.

She was horrified she looked back at him with tears in her eyes. She knew all too well the pain and suffering he'd have to endure for the rest of his life. Inutaishiou himself, after all, told her, so. Inutaishiou was Inuyashas father, after all he was a taiyoukai and she was a ninjin. This, in the Youkais' eyes, was treason on his heirs. For a Youkai to mate with a ninjin was unheard of.

Tears continued flowing from her eyes. "Mother? Why are you crying?" he asked incredulously. He could see and smell her fear but didn't know why she was crying.

"Oh my son, Inuyasha I'm so sorry.

"What do you mean Mother?" he looked up into her deep, brown eyes longing for and answer when he got none he continued "What do you have to be sorry for?" She still wouldn't answer. She just kept apologizing, as hot; searing tears flowed softly, from her eyes, down into his silver moonlit mane. "Onegai Mother don't cry anymore." He looked up at her "Onegai…" He was confused. "Mother what do you have to be sorry for?" Inuyasha asked incredulously. He looked into her deep brown eyes and at the tears flowing from them. He couldn't stand it when a women cryed let alone his own mom.

"Mother?" he said putting his small hand up to her check to try and ease her turmoil. "Mother onegai don't cry anymore…onegai…" But she wouldn't abandon her anguish. Inuyasha couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled away from her and withdrew himself from the area. He wasn't watching where he was going and he didn't care. He ran until he ran into someone. A man, a young man clad in fur and a long white kimono much like his own. He examined the man and noticed that the man had a yellow sash around his waist and long white flowing hair. He also brandished a sword and had two purple stripes on each side of his face as well as a crescent moon shape on his forehead.

Then Inuyasha noticed that the man had claws and fangs like his.

"Hey mister," he finally got the courage to speak up which he would find to be a bad idea. "Your like m…" before he could finish the word 'me' the man swooped down swiftly and yanked him up from the ground by his throat.

TO BE CONT…