Hello, this is the first story I've written in a long time and I've decided to publish. I'm a first year English student and creative writing is an assessment I'll be facing so this is sort of practice. However don't be fooled, i love writing and this is going to be so much fun! Please feel free to leave feedback for me to improve on or ideas for further chapters.

This is going to follow canon but also going to be a different story to the one we all know and love. This story eliminates the reincarnation concept and the time travelling well due to the fact I've rewritten Kagome's backstory because I wanted to try separating her from Kikyo a bit more. If it doesn't make sense now it will as you read, i promise it all becomes clear soon.. Enjoy!

It was on this night of the lunar cycle, when the moon was full, that she almost regret giving up her power. Nights like this, where her lungs burned as if her ribs had turned on her and punctured her lungs, and she ran past the taste of blood in her mouth, the feeling of bile in her throat and acid in her legs; past the point of collapsing until she felt like if she stopped running, her body would lose all purpose and she would die right there on the spot. So she continued, unrelenting, vaulting over tree roots that threatened to snap her wispy ankles should their gnarled fingers wrap around them, sliding down small hills riddled with rocks that gouged out chunks of her slick, bloodied skin, and even when tears appeared in her eyes and her body pleaded with her to stop, she merely let them fall and gripped the shard tighter until it was half-buried into her palm.

She didn't cry because of the pain. The pain was nothing, her bones had snapped countless times, her skin had ripped even more, the smell of her own blood was more familiar to her than even oxygen, instead it was the fear that permeated every fiber of her small body, a distress she had tried to bury but she couldn't keep it down no matter how hard she tried. It was too strong to deny that she was absolutely fucking terrified and if her heart didn't burst in her chest from the fear conjoined with the running and kill her, than what she was fleeing from would. Not physically, but when the underling caught her, he would take her back to where she had barely escaped from, and knew she would be broken down to nothing. The shallow bite marks above her left collarbone burned, a heavy reminder that this was it, her last push, every little bit of her soul was vibrating with the knowledge that she had to keep going, this was either the end of her suffering or the beginning of her salvation.

But she was only human and the demon on her tail longed to please his master, hours of running was taking its toll on her yet the demon had only started to sweat; she felt as though she was on some twisted opium. Like she was watching someone else control her body, disconnected from the physical, but rather than the sweet drowsy relief the drug provided, emotions ravaged her poor broken mind. It was only then, when she felt the demon breathing down her neck like a death god himself, that she could no longer stop her fear from voicing itself, and she screamed as though she was begging the forest to favor her, to save her. And it did.

For him, consciousness didn't exist. He wasn't aware of the darkness that surrounded him. Once there was a pain so great in his chest he felt like he was dying, for years on end. But that pain was long gone and so was any memory of the agony. For the half-demon there was no before, after or present. Then instantaneously a howl echoed through his body. Instinct had authority before his mind could reject it and was aware that time had returned to him. His muscles spasmed as his demon blood screeched for release and his claws grew in conjunction with his fangs, piercing his lips, still slightly open as he had no control.

The veins in his body pulsing to violently and he could hear the blood rushing around his body. The sides of his mouth twitched and the pulled back into a vicious snarl and the howl that resonated within him became embodied as it ripped from his throat into the biting, night air. Anger coursed within him as flashes he didn't understand came back to him in a vicious torrent, flashes of her face as she released the arrow that was his undoing and the hateful way in which she screamed his name. His anger grew to fury when he saw the predicament in which he was in, the large tree has grown in such a way that it had branches and roots surrounding his legs, as though it was embracing him, but to his demon side, he felt it was strangling him, dragging him down and he loathed it.

Upon trying to break free he was astonished to find the branches held strength to them that they shouldn't. Then the pain in his chest hit him full force, and all his memories finally made sense and the realization of just how long he had been slumbering there, 50 years. His jaw snapped shut and he growled as he looked at the arrow which pierced the left hand side of his chest, just below the pectoral; missing his heart by a hairs width. That bitch. She had effectively pinned him to the giant tree which he now realized was wider than him by at least 3 times and so tall that he nearly couldn't see the top; but sure enough the full moons light was poking out through the dense foliage above him. His demon blood was strongest on the full moon.

The howl resonated again but this time he realized it wasn't within him, the howl was in fact a scream and his sensitive ears picked up the sloppy footfalls of one, labored breathing and ever so slightly the rapid batter of a heart threatening to burst from its cage. If not for his canine nose, he would never have been able to figure out what it was they were running from but the stink of decaying meat and demonic energy made it abundantly clear.

They were getting closer, he would have a front row seat to this slaughter, and the prey was on its last legs, which turned his grimace into a smile that quickly fell. Why after all these years had he woken up? The arrow that was sizzling away at his skin, which kept mending itself only to bubble and burn again, proved that the spell was by no means weakened. The demon nearing his location was weak, so his demon blood was not rearing its ugly head to protect him. His train of though was interrupted when the human burst through the bushes only to collapse to the right of him. The few split seconds in which the pursuing demon set upon the collapsed human, moved slowly for the boy pinned to the tree, as though time had stopped. The demon while having a mildly strong energy was average in size for the likes of a demon, much larger than the human however, who he could see was a female. Her long light brown hair matted with blood, leaved, dirt, stuck to her sweaty body, which while small, you could see the strength that lay beneath it, and she seemed more athletic than the usual village woman.

Her skin was gashed open he took note of how much blood she had lost based on the fact it almost blocked out all other scents. He breathing was ragged and her legs quivered violently from fatigued…She had run hard and long and he felt the slight, if not unfamiliar, feelings of respect. He understood that ordeal, the fight that he had lived once, but for her it was over. However she surprised him, her arm lifted of the ground so slightly, reaching forward to drag her body to some sort of safety, and it was when she lifted her head, eyes locking with his that the arrow buried in his chest shone brightly, cracking with electricity as if his own demonic energy was fighting to overpower it. Before he could even register what was happening, the arrow vanished into thin air leaving no evidence of its existence but a simply pink aura which faded quickly. The flesh eating demons claws were now pressed down on the girl, claws digging into her already broken body slowly, it took only moments but for the half demon, it seemed like minutes. It was only when the demon behind the girl pushed down until her spine snapped and he heard her whimper, he lost it. His demon could not be held at bay any longer.

So the verdict was final; her death was at hand. But the thought did not stop her from trying to drag herself away from the demon anyway, raising her head she saw him, the half demon that was know in the community as the fool who was betrayed by the human priestess he loved. Inuyasha, that was his name, the Priestess Kikyo's arrow still protruding from his chest, and despite the feelings of the claws upon her back, she felt so calm looking into the molten gold that was his eyes. He had slumbered for 50 years, denied freedom for 50 years, just like her. When her back snapped, she could only let out a slight whimper and her poor body could take no more, she blacked out.

Quicker than he had ever moved, Inuyasha found himself in the demons face, the smell of death permeating from its mouth not phasing his demon in the slightest. Instead his face twisted up into a look of pure enjoyment as he threw the demon halfway across the clearing, the twitching of his ears and nose the only sign that gave away the fact the dog demon was checking on the well being of the young female, she was alive albeit barely. He almost stepped on her neck to finished the job and kill her, after the last human, he felt a rage within himself as he thought about the Priestess and her disloyalty, but for a reason his demon could not comprehend, he did not kill the human woman. Then he was back on top of the other demon, thrusting his hand into its body, grabbing on whatever organ he could find and squeezing it till it burst. Sleeping against a tree for 50 years had made him drowsy though and he could not react fast enough when the scaly tail hit him in the ribs throwing him sideways. Spitting blood out he recovered as best he could and snarled, a guttural, feral sound and found himself locked in a battle to the death. The demon was far quicker than he expected, most likely due to its average size however it had strength due to its meaty tail and the fact it had four legs with two arms left to grapple Inuyasha with. His demon was overjoyed with the prospect of a fresh kill, blood already on his claws it cried out for more and more it would receive.

Finally he stood back, triumphant, reveling in the feeling of the kill. The demon was nothing more than a mere carcass of mashed up organs littered with snapped bones. He spun on his heel to find his prize, the strange woman who had woken and empowered him; freeing him. Irritated to find she was no longer where her body had collapsed. Putting his nose up in the air he took one large breath through his nose and located her quickly. His fight must have lasted some time because she had made it quite far and she was now paralyzed from the waist down, courtesy of the pile of meat behind him. He took off in the direction of her bloody smell, demon blood singing from the fresh air hitting his face, jumping through the trees as fast as his legs could carry him, until he found her quivering, murmuring nonsense. Her eyes were flickering showing the whites of her eyes and he knew she was close to death because of her ashy complexion. Despite how much she had been running, there was no sign of red in her cheeks, which he could see the closer he got to the Bone Eaters well, she was slumped against, legs twisted up unnaturally. He scooped her up and held her to his chest, his demon attempting to warm her up thought he still did not know why. He should have wanted her dead, why did he save her in the first place? Why did the sight of her so broken overwrite the rage he should have felt towards the Priestess? Why did the smell of her blood hurt more than the still recovering wounds from his fight? This strange woman who was enchanting his demon blood was so dangerous yet he felt the need to protect her. The wolves had a natural instinct called imprinting, had he been in his usual state he would have wondered if this was like that, however his human mind was still groggy and had yet to make an appearance. Inuyasha brushed his nose ever so slightly against the young girl, who then in turn pushed herself near her new found warmth on this cold night. His chest rumbled, good girl. With a feeling of satisfaction in his heart he set off to the only safe place he knew of.

Being hated most of his life, it was only natural he had to find good spots to hide, especially for his nights of weakness; he had located a den many years ago when he had met the Priestess and settled in the area. He knew demons had invaded this territory which was once his but right now that wasn't his concern. In a valley a few minutes away from the Bone Eaters well, he had found refuge and comfort. There was a waterfall that masked his scent and provided vegetation to the area as well as attracting forest dwellers such as deer, rabbits, and the occasional bear for him, which he appreciated, never killing more than he needed to eat and stay healthy. The waterfall fell into a large lake which then funneled out into a few rivers, alive with fish, that ran though the forest he had claimed as his territory, which now was split up between a handful of lesser demons; he would deal with them later. He leapt further into the valley, towards a small cliff face, on top of the cliff grew large old willow trees older than the forest itself, their large roots had grown over the edge and fell down, burrowing into the side and weaving around the rock face like a blanket. Unless you knew where to look, you'd never find the opening unless a certain flea demon had shown you. The opening was completely blocked by the roots, no light could get through making it hidden, to enter you had to slip between two large roots and follow a small passage that opened up into an large, dry space. In the back of the cave was long expired wheat and dried meats that he quickly pushed aside, before laying the girl down on the crude bedding he once slept on, it was dirty and thin, better than the floor but not by much. And it was there in this cave, the rage filled, violent demon Inuyasha, tenderly nursed the broken body of a girl as best he could.

Only a few hours had gone by, and the moon was halfway across the sky. The human, who's name he still did not know, had stopped bleeding and was no longer shivering due to the small fire burning in the center of the cave. He watched the smoke as it funneled out through a few small openings in the ceiling of the cave leading to God knows where. She had stopped making pained noises long ago, and although she wasn't getting any worse, he did not know if she would last past sunrise. His demon had limited options, instinct was no help when it came to healing of any sort, so it was a waiting game, if she was weak, the wench would die. That's how it works, the weak die. He gazed upon her, shallow cuts littered her body, which was almost bare, and her tattered attire was the only thing keeping her dignity intact. She had strange white markings along her right arm that almost looked like scars, weaving around her arm in a tribal style he had never seen before, her palm lay open and he could see a black seal painted upon it. His gaze swept over to her other hand, closed in a fist and tucked up under her chin. Where had she come from? This was no ordinary village girl, he tried to scent her again to find some clue but her blood hit him full force so Inuyasha walked over to the slumbering girl, and began to wipe of what blood he could with his robe sleeve. He brushed he hair back and found she was actually quite beautiful, her long, black lashes brushed against her cheeks and the skin that wasn't scratched up was smooth and soft, shame it would now be marred with scarring. Full lips parted slightly drew in shallow breaths and he found himself enjoying the scent of her that was starting to come out from beneath the blood. He found his demon being pacified, red fading from his eyes and cheek marks vanishing until Inuyasha was back to his normal self. Being so close he noticed bite marks upon her collarbone, so she bore the marks of promise, however the marks looked messy which implied either their mating was interrupted or perhaps unwanted, either way, another demon male had claimed her but not mated with her. He backed away from the girl, weary of her all of a sudden and set off to go hunting to clear his head and decide what to do with her, should she live.

It was only starting to hint at dawn when Inuyasha returned, she was still in the same position looking better than when he had left her. The fire was nothing more than a small flame and embers, but the cave was warm and the slight light that came from the pit gave a beautiful glow. In the dim light, the girl's hair looked darker He went closer, he wounds almost looked healed, the slight light making them look so much less severe than he knew they were. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen next. As the first ray of sunlight stretched its self along the land, he felt something tickle his senses; an energy was approaching him, slowly but it approaching never the less. 'Damn it all' he thought, he turned to leave then something stopped him, a small groan. She was regaining consciousness, if he left now, knowing humans she would be in hysterics, Inuyasha snorted, paused and then sniffed again, he scent was different, he looked over and what greeted his eye sight had shocked him to the very core.

It was warm, and there was something soft beneath her which she longed to nuzzle. 'Am I dead?' she wondered, but when pain lanced through her torso, she realized with relief she was alive, then the dread set in. 'Where am I? Open your eyes!' she urged her body, she groaned yet couldn't will her body to move, she was utterly helpless and human, until a familiar tingle in her fingers began, it spread up her arms, like sweet honey. Then through her shoulder blades like warm water before it flowed down her back and spread through the rest of her body like smooth silk, relieving her of her pain ever so slightly. Her wounds started to knit back together slowly, and the fog lifted itself from her mind. She opened her eyes, grateful for the muted flickering light that bounced of the walls of the cave she was in. Her dark brown hair lay beneath her, twigs adorning it she absent mindedly noted. She could feel it, demonic energy, coming from behind her; she whirled around as best she could, legs still unresponsive, only to come face to face with Inuyasha, no longer bound to a tree, who was staring at her with an intensity she couldn't describe even until the day she died.

He couldn't fucking believe it. Her hair was a deep, dark, almost black brown, the shallow scratches on her body were gone, and the large ones were healing ever so slowly. But more than that, the energy he had felt growing, was coming from her... 'Hanyou' the dirty word entered his mind before he could chase it away, lip curling up ever so slightly in hatred at it. No it wasn't demonic energy it was something else, he couldn't place it, it wasn't even like the energy The Priestess had possessed, it was… It was only then he realized that her brown eyes were locked on his, weariness, fear, confusion but most of all a warning that told him she would try and kill him if he gave her the wrong sign. Not that it worried him, he could take her on easy, but that respect he felt for her came back again, she was strong and even afraid, she wouldn't give up.

"What are you?" His voice was gruff and rude, she didn't even flinch nor did she answer instead she replied with a question of her own

"Why am I here?" he saw the mistrust in her face and recognized it, he grew up with that, never trusting anyone, fearing for his life, expecting cruelty around every corner. It's the look of loneliness, where you have only yourself, trust only yourself.

"You could at least be fucking grateful. I saved you." He said voice low. Unbeknown to Inuyasha, she suppressed a shiver, he demanded respect,

"Thank you" she acknowledged to his surprise, he softened slightly at the tone of her voice.

"Keh," he slid his kill off his shoulder and began skinning and separating the meat, pausing only to throw more firewood on the fire. When it was blazing once again he placed the meant over it to cook. She stayed silent the entire time, watching his every move, when he handed a hunk of cooked hind in her direction she spoke "Uh I appreciate your effort but I don't eat meat." He looked at her with a blank stare.

"Whaddya mean you don't eat meat idiot? You gotta. What the fuck else will you eat?" she glared at him hotly "Excuse me? Don't call me an idiot you-"

"Hanyou." He finished her sentence for her. She never faltered, snorting she responded

"As if I care about that, I was going to call you a brute." His ear only twitched, the conversation ended there, upon which he stood up abruptly and reached into his pocket and threw back a small netted pouch full of wild berries, tree nuts, roots and green beans. Had he turned he would have seen the softening of her eyes, and she would have seen the soothed look that was upon his. It was so long since someone had been kind to either of them.

"So what's you name anyway wench?" he finally asked. After a pause she told him,

"Kagome."

Few things to be said: I'm not a vegan or a vegetarian so no, I'm not making Kagome this way because of my own beliefs.. Cause i enjoy eating meat. However due to her nature and backstory which i plan to reveal later on it will make sense why she is this way

Second of all, all of our favorite characters will be in this, but with new abilities. In the original manga and anime i felt like Sango, Miroku and Shippo were very underwhelming in fights and everything relied on Inuyasha, which is understandable but at the same time I'd love to include the rest of the gang.

Anyway until next time, Bambi x