Disclaimer: I don't own any characters of Inuyasha. Only characters that are mine are Shimaru, Sakirame and Misoka. Any others unknown are also mine.
Prologue:
Shimaru fell over in laughter as Sakirame slapped herself in the face with a tree limb. There were tears running down Shimaru's face as Sakirame ripped the tree limb off of the tree. "Damn you! You stupid god-damned twig!", Sakirame screamed at the limb while jumping up and down on it. All the while Sakirame was throwing her tantrum, Shimaru was starting to cough, she was laughing so hard.
Sakirame turned on her friend for laughing at her so. "What the hell is your problem? I could've been hurt, and you would've just laughed at me!" Sakirame shouted at Shimaru. Shimaru had stopped laughing, and had started crying. The thought of Sakirame being hurt had never occurred to her. Sakirame started rambling on, and in the midst of her tears, Shimaru started to get angry. Shimaru jumped up and tackled Sakirame, both landing in a huge mud puddle. They started wrestling and flinging mud at each other, until they heard a familiar shriek from their hut. Sakirame's mother Misoka stood with a horrified look on her face. Sakirame's mother lead the two mud-caked girls to the river, so they could wash their clothes, and bathe.
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Four years before Sakirame was born, a woman holding a baby stood in the open doorway. "This child was born of rape. I do not wish to kill her. Her name is Shimaru. I am wife to the great youkai that is lord to the Western Lands. Please raise her and tell her of me, and of the circumstances pertaining to why I cannot keep her.", the woman said to Sakirame's mother. On her way out of the door, she paused, "Great miko,…be aware. She is a hanyou." With that she left, never to see her child again.
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Sakirame, age 10: "Momma, why do the people in the village call me a hanyou? You weren't never married before, were you?" A young Sakirame asked her mother. "Sweet-heart, you are a hanyou. I never married your father. He was killed in battle before we could get married, but I loved him nonetheless.", her mother answered. "If you didn't get married the how did you have me?" Sakirame persisted. "He knew he was going to die the day before the battle. He said that he wanted me to have his child, so there would always be a part of him in you, that I could love.", her mother finished with tears in her eyes.