This is Chapter 1.

Way to state the obvious. Well, I won't waste your time, so please enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Inuyasha.

Yami sat peacefully on a tree branch, watching the road underneath him. He shivered a little from the cold. It was the middle of winter, and he didn't have a coat on. Fortunately, he did have a thin, brown cloak. There were a few moth holes in it, but it had a hood so that he could hide his wolf ears. The cloak was also long enough to hide his wolf tail and his wings. There wasn't that much he could do about his clawed hands or the sharp canines in his mouth. Yami also had a brown satchel, which he never left the house without. When he found something useful or need storage it was a handy object to have, since his cloak didn't have any pockets.

Yami's head snapped down to the road, as the clip-clop of hooves came to his ears. He threw his hood up and backed farther against the tree. He sighed with relief when he realized it was only a simple farmer. Yami watched as both horse and farmer plodded slowly down the road. Yami slid his hood back off his head, and leaned against the trunk of the tree, closing his eyes, hoping to catch a quick nap.

That idea was quickly discarded as shouts came from the forest. The voices were unfamiliar, but Yami knew they were probably trouble. Normally no one wandered around in the forest, but if they did then they were either daring boys or hunters of demons or animals. To them there wasn't a difference. Yami quickly climbed higher into the tree. He could see through the branches, and caught sight of a large group of teenage boys older than himself.

They laughed and jostled one another, daring each other to do dumb things. Yami could not help but feel a pang of loneliness at the sight of them. He had never had a friend in his whole 14 years of existence. He yearned to be human like them and have friends, but he could not change his appearance nor dispose of the demon blood running through his veins. Even being a half-demon would be better than this. Instead he was the offspring of two different species of demon. His father had been a wolf demon, while his mother had been a bird demon.

His mother had died giving birth to him, and his father had hated him for that. His father had named him Yami to remind him that he only brought sorrow and darkness to the lives of others. It was the fact that his father lived by a code that he had lived to be ten. His father had then left him to fend for himself with only the clothes on his back, and the skills he had been taught.

Yami was brought back to the present as the boys sat under his tree. Luckily none of them had noticed him yet; they were too busy discussing which of their fathers had killed the most demons. Yami rolled his eyes at the tales; they were mostly too outlandish to be true. He sat patiently in the tree waiting for them to move on, but began to grow irritated when they continued to sit under his tree. He looked around for something to throw in the distance so that they would see what it was, and Yami could climb down and run deeper into the forest.

He looked higher and saw an acorn. He quickly grabbed it and through against another tree. He threw it hard enough for it to make a loud knocking noise. Yami quickly jumped down from the tree when he heard them move towards the noise. Unfortunately, he hadn't checked to see if all of the boys had run towards the sound. His wolf ears picked up the pounding of feet running behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and panicked a little when he saw three burly boys running behind him and gaining fast. His hands flew to his head, and silently cursed himself for not putting his hood back up. He panicked even more when an arrow whistled past his face. He cursed the snow on the ground; it numbed his feet and slowed him down.

Normally out running a human would be easy, but in the snow his bare feet were an unfair disadvantage. He hissed in pain as an arrow embedded itself into his shoulder. The three boys shouted of his cowardice and commanded him to stop and except his fate. Yami almost tripped when a rock hit his left calf, hard, but he stayed upright and continued to run.

Soon enough the voices faded into the distance, until he couldn't hear them anymore. Yami sighed and sat down under a tree. His attention was focused on the arrow in his right shoulder. He grabbed it with a shaky hand and pulled it out. Yami pulled the arrow to his face, to investigate it. He could tell it was made for trainee archers. The flimsy quality proved that much. He didn't like that his blood stained the pointed part of it. The arrow was thrown towards a nearby tree, and simply forgotten.

Yami's attention focused back on his wound, blood flowed from it freely, and Yami knew he would need to cover it up with something. He didn't want to use his cloak, but there was nothing else. He tore a corner off and pressed it hard against the injury. Yami looked at the back of his leg and saw a large, nasty bruise. He prodded it a little and hissed in pain. He stood up knowing that staying on the ground was dangerous. Other demons could probably smell his blood and would come to kill him.

He began to climb the tree he had been sitting under. His shoulder and his leg ached as he stretched his muscles to climb. He rested at the first branch, and began to climb again. Suddenly a roar came from nearby, Yami knew it was another demon and climbed faster. As he got closer to the top he could hear the demon stopping towards him. He was as at the top just as the demon came into sight. It was a giant, brown bear demon. It had huge fangs, and the claws could slice the thickest trees in half. Its eyes were black, and its fur had spots of red that might have been blood.

Its large black nose sniffed the air, probably looking for Yami's scent. Yami gulped and shook slightly in his tree. He could only hope that the bear demon wouldn't find him. The bear roared again in frustration and swiped a tree, which had been very close to his, in half with its large claws. Yami heard it sniffing again, and closed his eyes preparing to run. When he opened his eyes he almost fell out of the tree.

The bear demon stared at him, baring its fangs and roared at him. Yami covered his ears, because to his sensitive wolf ears it was louder. He leapt out of the tree as the bear slashed it in half. As he hit the ground his left leg gave out as the bruise on it protested against the activity. Yami didn't have time to get over the ache, he had to move now. He ran weaving through the trees, hoping that the bear would lose track of him. It was to no avail. The bear stayed right behind him the whole time, and Yami was getting tired.

Yami ran under a very large tree, and tripped over a root. He gasped as he fell, and yelped in surprise as the bear demon dug its claws into the ground around him, like a cage. He got up and tried to run through the gaps in the claws, but the bear had already closed its paw around Yami. He was brought up to the creatures face, and tried to wiggle out of its paw, but the bear only tightened its grip on him. Yami could smell its rancid breath, and he tried to push himself out with his one free arm, and kick his feet. That didn't work either, "Put me down bear!" Yami shouted at it. He cried out as the bear crushed him, and some of his bones snapped.

Yami could tell the bear was angry, and was probably about to eat him, so he pulled a desperate move. He clawed at the bear's paw, blood flowed from it and the demon howled in pain. He hated the way its blood gushed out of the wound and covered his arm. He hated the coppery stench even more, and he knew it would take a while to forget the smell.

Yami felt relieved when the bear demon dropped him, which was the good news. The bad news was that the bear was tall and Yami had just been dropped from a great height and couldn't fly since one of his wings was broken from the bear's grip on him. As he fell, Yami opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. His stomach did flips as the wind whistled past him. Yami reached out for something, anything, to stop his fall. His right hand grasped a branch from a nearby tree and stopped his fall.

He took note that his left wrist was throbbing painfully and so was his left leg and right wing. Thankfully none of his ribs were broken, only bruised. He ignored his pains, and climbed onto the branch. He sat back against the trunk with a sigh. His whole body ached and he only had the thought of home in his mind. He shakily climbed down the tree, and tried to remember where his house was.

His 'house' was basically a cave; the outside was hidden from view because of the small entrance. The inside was huge and cavernous; Yami had a small bed in there, and a chest with important things like money, or valuables inside. It was basically bare inside, but it kept out the cold and was near a river. To Yami it was an oasis.

Yami looked at the woods around him, and was relieved to see that he hadn't strayed far from his cave. He limped towards his house. The cold wind was whipping through his cloak, and Yami shivered, throwing his hood back up. His feet felt like blocks of ice, and he was happy to see the entrance to his cave. He got down on all fours and climbed in through a small hole in the rocks. The difference in warmth was almost immediate and Yami was thankful. He threw his cloak on the floor near his bed of straw, since it was used as his blanket. The satchel that was slung over his shoulder was put carefully by his bed, and he made sure that his things were still inside it. Yami nodded satisfied when all of the contents were accounted for.

He walked over to his chest to get some bandages for his wounds. He wrapped his shoulder, which was the easiest to do. The hard part was setting his broken bones back into place so that he could bandage them. He grit his teeth as his wrist was shoved back into place, and he quickly wrapped it. He moved down to his calf bone, which the bear had broken, and set and bandaged it. Yami worried about his wing, he had never broken it before, and couldn't even reach it because his shoulder hurt to move that way. Yami only hoped that it would mend properly. Shadows passed over the cave floor, and Yami realized how tired he was. He stretched and yawned, before climbing over to his bed.

He lay on his side, and draped his cloak over him. Yami's eyes closed and he was almost instantly asleep.

Alrighty that is done now.

Bye.